Hawke and Gwen watched as Helen crossed her arms and turned expressionlessly towards the stairs on the second floor.

Immediately after, George hurried after him.

George said as he chased back, "Listen to me, my dear. ”

Hawke and Gwen looked at each other, but didn't speak.

Poor George.

Hawke thought to himself.

The next second.

Wrong.

George, who deserves it.

Hawke raised his eyebrows, if George hadn't planned to dig a hole for him, he wouldn't have remembered the three chapters of George and Helen that Gwen had mentioned to him before, and naturally he wouldn't have said anything about George's injury.

So......

It's all George's fault.

After the three little ones finished eating, they ran to the living room together, and Hawk and Gwen finished cleaning up the table together, for couples in love, even if they clean up the mess, as long as they can stay together, they are very happy.

When Hawke and Gwen finished cleaning up and returned to the second floor, they happened to see George smiling backwards from the bedroom.

"Daddy."

“……”

George turned around, looked at the two people who went upstairs, his eyes fell on Hawke's body, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said to Hawke, "You come with me." ”

With that, George walked up the staircase that led to the rooftop.

Gwen frowned, still thinking that George was going to get Hawke in trouble: "Daddy......"

Hawke turned to Gwen and said, "Don't worry. ”

After speaking.

Hawke followed.

Gwen looked at her father and boyfriend who walked up the stairs to the rooftop, and their beautiful eyebrows were about to wrinkle.

She wanted to eavesdrop.

But......

Gwen gritted her teeth, and finally, stamped her foot, and walked towards her room.

On the rooftop.

The wind is a little cool tonight.

After all, it's already November, and this time last year, New York City had already started to fall for the second time, and this year, the first snow hasn't fallen yet.

George took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed one to Hawke: "Do you smoke?" ”

Hawke looked at the cigarette that George handed over and smiled, "I'll only be eighteen next year." ”

In the Federation, you need to be twenty-one years old to drink alcohol, and eighteen years old to smoke.

George smiled.

"Do you care?"

"Of course, what if you catch me on the grounds that I'm not over eighteen years old after I set it on fire?"

"Don't worry, I won't, at least, not this time."

“……”

Hawke glanced at George, laughed, and took the cigarette from George's hand.

After a while.

The two stood on the rooftop, looking at New York City at night, smoking cigarettes in their hands, but neither spoke.

George was the first to speak.

George glanced at Hawke, who was standing next to him, without any restraint or nervousness at all.

But it's normal to think about it, after all, this guy in front of him gave him a shot, if it weren't for his daughter, he would have died long ago.

If Hawke was nervous and restrained, George felt very abnormal.

George then looked back, pointed to New York City at night, and asked Hawke, "What do you see?" ”

Hawke spat out a puff of smoke rings, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Battlefield!" ”

George looked at Hawke.

Hawke met George's gaze without dodging: "A battlefield where all bones are dry." ”

“…… You're paranoid. ”

"Thank you."

Hawke laughed: "If I weren't paranoid, Lorna and I wouldn't be alive now, I've seen what the nature of this society is, so I know better what I want." ”

"What have you thought about?"

"Free!"

“……”

George frowned: "Freedom? Aren't you free now? ”

If you want to kill someone, you can kill someone.

The most important thing is that although George doesn't want to admit it, he has to admit that he knows that Hawk is the king, but he can't do anything about him.

So......

If this is not called freedom, then what is he called this?

Slaves?

Hawke smiled and shook his head.

"The freedom I understand is not the same as the freedom you understand."

"What?"

"The freedom I want, the real freedom, not the freedom you understand, George, the freedom you understand, is only the most superficial, such as life, they can't resist the call of death to them. This kind of freedom is not the freedom I want. ”

"Huh."

When George heard Hawke's explanation, he laughed directly: "Do you want to pursue eternal life?" ”

Hawke shrugged: "Why not?" ”

Although in this life, he started as an orphan and had a very low starting point.

But......

He's got a plug-in.

The existence of plug-ins gives Hawke infinite possibilities.

The first stage of growth can provide him with twice the recovery speed of his age, which can ensure that his vitality and state can be infinitely at the peak.

The second stage of Drops gave him abilities far beyond ordinary people.

Strength.

Velocity.

Physique.

Today's Hawke, although he has not fought with Captain America, Hawke is conceited, and his current physical speed has far surpassed Captain America.

At the very least, it's 1.5 Captain America's attributes.

He is still trying to make the plug-in grow to the third stage.

The first two stages are enough to make Hawke become the so-called freedom in George's mouth, so after the third stage is opened, why can't you chase the freedom in Hawke's mouth.

Eternal life?

It's just one of Hawke's goals.

Eternal life of freedom is the goal that Hawke pursues in this life.

George listened to Hawke's words and frowned, if he hadn't read Hawke's information, which was very detailed, and was sure that Hawke had no mental illness, I am afraid that Hawke would have hysteria.

Eternal life?

I think you're mentally ill.

This is called cognitive limitation.

Hawke is a time-traveler who knows the Marvel Universe, there are devils, there are hell monarchs, there are magicians, there are vampires, and even all kinds of gods, as well as mutants who seem to be in Schrödinger's state at the moment.

Ekaterina was in the dark world, so she knew about vampires and devils.

But George?

George was just a New York Police Department detective, an ordinary person living in the ordinary world, and believing in science, naturally, unable to understand the meaning of Hawke's words.

Hawke didn't bother to explain this to George, not that he was too lazy to explain, but that this thing, if he didn't see it with his own eyes, no matter what others said, he wouldn't believe it.

Moreover, even if he believed it, when he knew that such a world existed, he couldn't get in, which was actually a kind of torture.

Hawke is not.

Again, that's the same sentence.

But Van Hawk has a choice, he will never choose a killer as his initial career, knowing that there is extraordinary power in the Marvel universe, and he doesn't want to become a magician or something else, so he runs to play killer, is this pure brain sick.

But the crux of the matter is that Hawke can't find an entrance to the otherworld.

Hawke found the vampire, but when he became a vampire who was afraid of sunlight and even garlic, Hawke felt that he might as well kill him.

After all, the upper limit of vampires is Cain at most.

And then what?

Any god, such as Thor, I'm afraid you have to kneel.

So, after experiencing the initial impetuousness, Hawke gradually calmed down.

If you can't find the transcendent world, you can't find it, the killer has an upper limit, but his drop talent has no upper limit, relying on ordinary people, he still grows up.

And now he also has the special talent of being able to transform into anyone at will, the Skrull disguise, and the Eagle's Vision, which can't stop his vision in the dark.

Although Hawke still hasn't found the entrance to the transcendent world, Hawke has this confidence, and he is no worse than any transcendent creature now.

After a while, Hawke was even more convinced that even if he didn't look for the transcendent world, the transcendent world would take the initiative to open a door for him to enter.

One word.

How much strength you have is what determines the size of your world.

George looked at it and smiled, and Hawke, who didn't speak, didn't continue to talk about the topic.

At first, he wanted to tell Hawke that the New York City he saw was a society governed by the rule of law.

But after listening to Hawke's answer, George felt that there was no point in saying this.

So......

George looked directly at Hawke.

"What do you think would happen to Gwen if he knew?"

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Hawke raised an eyebrow and looked at George, "Is this some kind of threat?" ”

George shook his head: "If I wanted to tell Gwen and Helen, I would have said it a long time ago, there is no need to wait until now. ”

Hawke nodded.

That's right.

George shook his head.

"Whoever walks by, will leave a trace!"

"Rocca's Law?"

"Yes."

George nodded: "Even if I have to admit that you are well hidden, but, as long as it is something you have done, sooner or later, the truth of the matter will come to the surface, and when that day comes, if Gwen knows the truth, guess what will happen to Gwen?" ”

Hawke didn't speak.

This question......

He couldn't answer.

But......

"I can't solve this problem."

"yes."

George smiled.

The next second.

Just as George was about to continue talking, Hawke looked up at George, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "But I don't need to solve this problem, because this problem has never existed." ”

Any problem, it is caused by people.

So, the easiest way to solve a problem is to solve people.

And the problem in George's mouth was caused by King.

Therefore, Hawk only needs to solve the king to be able to solve this problem perfectly.

Moreover, this problem, Hawk has already solved.

Because......

"Don't you have surveillance?"

Hawke looked at George with a smile and a bright smile: "Release that surveillance, everyone knows that King and I are not like each other at all." ”