Chapter 675

"Address."

"Jersey City, Maple Street……"

"Have your people withdraw."

After Hawk got the address, he said this, then turned around and disappeared from Sharon's office once again.

The next second.

Hawk appeared in the home of Covinus's blood thrall, Jiorno Brun, the detective who was in charge of the Andrew Cloy case back then and was now retired at home.

With white hair, a face full of age, wearing loungewear, Jiorno Brun was happily cooking in the kitchen, humming a song, seemingly unaware of Hawk's arrival.

Hawk stood in the living room, looking at Jiorno Brun, who had his back to him.

Jiorno Brun hummed a song, stir-frying the beef cubes that were frying in the pan.

Time ticked away.

The beef cubes in the pan gradually started to char.

In his sight.

Although Jiorno Brun continued to hum, sweat beads had already begun to flow on his forehead.

The corner of his eye tried to see clearly the person who was standing motionless behind him, while his thoughts raced rapidly.

Hawk smelled the burnt smell of the beef cubes in the pan.

"You intend to……"

"Clang!"

Just at the moment Hawk's words came out, the middle-aged Jiorno, with agility that didn't look his age, threw the pan toward Hawk behind him, and at the same time, turned around, and the moment he crouched down, he pulled out the weapon stuck under the island counter behind him.

He stood up, and the trigger was pulled.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang——!!!"

Almost instantly, the twelve bullets that emptied the magazine whistled out of the barrel, and then, in Jiorno Brun's gradually distorting surprised gaze, they froze in front of Hawk along with the iron pan.

Hawk looked at Jiorno Brun, his eyes twitching.

Boom!

Jiorno, who was standing behind the island counter, suddenly flew into the air, his back slammed violently against the kitchen glass window, and with the shattering of the glass window, his butt landed directly on the stove that hadn't been turned off yet.

Jiorno's pupils expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even his expression became ferocious at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Ah——!!"

Accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream, Jiorno jumped off the stove violently, his hands constantly slapping his butt, trying to alleviate the pain.

His butt had two circles of blisters visible to the naked eye.

Hawk's mind moved.

With a whoosh.

Jiorno's entire body had his limbs stretched, he rose into the air, crossed the island counter, and then hovered in front of Hawk.

"Andrew Cloy."

"Speak."

Hawk's expression was calm, looking at Jiorno, who was still shouting and screaming: "You can keep screaming, but even if you scream until your throat breaks, the people outside won't be able to hear your screams."

Jiorno, with white hair and sweat on his forehead, gritted his teeth.

"I don't know what Andrew is……"

"Crack!"

"Ah——!!"

Jiorno's neck veins were exposed, his eyes widened, and he looked in disbelief at the piece of his left arm that had fallen to the floor.

His left arm.

But it was magical to say, after his left arm was removed, there was no blood spurting out from the stump at all.

Hawk's mouth turned up.

"I just felt that George had misjudged."

"What kind of blood thrall."

"Isn't this also a vampire? However, looking at you like this, if I'm not mistaken, it should be either Bruce Jerry or Andor Yage, who returned from Paris, who turned you, right?"

"……"

Jiorno listened to Hawk's words and continued to scream.

But he was terrified inside.

Yes.

He was only turned into a vampire over a month ago.

Back then, he could indeed have been turned into a vampire together with Bruce and Andor.

But……

Compared to the young Andor and Bruce, who had just lost his wife, his wife and children were still there, so he didn't choose to become a vampire at that time.

Even after retiring five years ago, he didn't have the idea of becoming a vampire.

Because his wife was still there.

It wasn't until half a year ago, when his wife passed away due to illness, that he contacted Bruce to claim his share of the reward that was twenty years late.

But……

He didn't understand, that matter had clearly been twenty years ago.

Hawk looked at Jiorno, who was screaming continuously but whose eyeballs were rolling around, chuckled, looked around the house, and finally fixed his gaze on a family photo on the wall.

He glanced at Jiorno in the family photo, turned his head to look at Jiorno, who was frozen, and pointed with a smile at the young couple in the family photo holding a baby and standing together: "Your son and daughter-in-law and your grandson?"

Jiorno's screaming stopped abruptly.

He roared at Hawk, who took out his phone and took a picture of the family photo.

"Stop, what are you doing, what are you doing?"

"Nothing much."

After Hawk finished taking the photo, he sent it to Sharon, then made a call, and then turned on the speakerphone in front of Jiorno.

"Sharon……"

"Did you receive the photo?"

"Facial recognition is in progress, found it."

"Bring them back."

"No, damn it, no!"

"Understood."

Hawk hung up the phone and looked expressionlessly at Jiorno, who was roaring heart-wrenchingly.

Jiorno glared at Hawk: "My son and grandson are innocent, don't you dare touch them."

Hawk sneered.

"I haven't introduced myself yet."

"My name is Hawk."

"Hawk Phoenix!"

"Or, Hawk Cloy."

As Jiorno's pupils gradually contracted, Hawk said in a calm tone: "Andrew Cloy's son, now, if you tell me again that your son and grandson are innocent, I guarantee I will chop your son and grandson into pieces and throw them in front of you."

Jiorno trembled all over.

The next second.

His body shook even more violently.

"I didn't kill your father, why are you coming to me."

"What do you think."

Hawk said in a calm tone, raising his wrist: "You have ten seconds, Jiorno, either speak up now, or ten seconds later, your son and grandson will become a delicacy in the mouths of wild dogs. Believe me, I mean what I say."

Jiorno gritted his teeth.

Hawk was expressionless.

Their eyes met.

Almost at the moment the ten seconds were about to end.

Jiorno closed his eyes and roared.

"We just helped transport that corpse out of the country."

"……corpse?"

Hawk raised an eyebrow and looked at Jiorno.

"What corpse."

"Andrew Cloy's corpse."

"……"