Hawk did not drive the taxi into Quantico Town; instead, he hitched a ride with someone else.
Because about ten kilometers from the town, he drove the taxi into the Water, then walked along the road towards the town.
However, he was lucky.
After walking about a kilometer, Hawk met a military spouse who lived in the town and was returning after purchasing supplies.
After learning Hawk's destination, the military spouse warmly invited Hawk into her car.
Hawk did not refuse.
Once the vehicle entered the town, there was no drama where the military spouse discovered Hawk was a Police officer and invited him to stay at her home.
The military spouse dropped Hawk off at the entrance of a clothing store in the town, and after walking a bit further, Hawk successfully arrived at the town's motel.
Although he didn't have a car, a motel doesn't necessarily require you to have one to check in.
No car, just money.
After paying the room fee, Hawk smoothly got the room key, went up to the second floor, and arrived at his room door.
Before entering, he turned his head and saw the entrance to Quantico Base, which wasn't even far from his line of sight.
The Base was guarded by soldiers.
Vehicles and pedestrians wishing to enter had to stop for inspection.
Hawk only glanced at it before retracting his gaze.
It's too late today.
Tomorrow.
Scout during the day.
Assault at night.
Then...
Run away when the wind is strong; that way, even if the little Black's body is discovered, it will likely be a long time before they trace it back to Hawk.
After all, it was just a little Black who died.
In some countries, this might be a big deal, and the case might be solved overnight.
But there are too many little Blacks here.
Hawk estimated that by the time law enforcement agencies traced him, he might have already put on his saint cloth.
At that time...
I am invincible; do as you please.
Moreover, Hawk didn't think they would trace him.
Here's a joke.
The camera at the airport taxi stand was broken.
Hawk saw it clearly when he got in the car; the only surveillance camera that could have potentially captured him getting in was decapitated.
This is also why he couldn't be bothered to collect the little Black's body.
On one hand, he didn't care; on the other, it was based on his understanding of the efficiency of the federal law enforcement system over the past decade or so.
The federal law enforcement system is relatively independent.
Simply put, if you commit a crime in New York City and your fingerprints are recorded, and then you commit a crime in California and leave fingerprints, California will most likely not be able to confirm your identity through fingerprints.
Because the fingerprint data of law enforcement agencies in various states are not interconnected.
What's more...
Hawk has been law-abiding in this life and has no criminal record, so the New York City database does not contain his fingerprint data.
Therefore, even if law enforcement officers find the little Black and find his fingerprints on the little Black, they won't be able to find him through fingerprints.
Half an hour later.
Hawk practiced boxing on the spot, throwing his ten thousand punches for the day into the air in his room, then went into the bathroom for a shower.
A moment later.
When he came out of the bathroom, he saw his phone ringing on the bed; just as he picked it up, before he could clearly see the caller ID, the phone automatically went black, and the ringtone disappeared.
"Huh?"
"Dead battery?"
Hawk was slightly startled, thought for a moment, and didn't take it to heart, nor did he think about finding a charger for his phone.
Just as he had never used a phone before.
He had no one he cared about in this World, and likewise, no one cared about him.
So...
Hawk shrugged, placed the phone aside, and directly pulled back the covers and lay down.
Sleep, sleep, I have important things to do tomorrow.
Hawk thought.
In less than three minutes, he had successfully fallen asleep, and a slight snore echoed in the room.
New York City.
Gwen, in her room, frowned as she heard the 'phone is off' message when she tried calling again, then put down her phone, rested her chin on it, placed her hands on the keyboard, opened a website, and after glancing at her phone's verification code, entered it.
Soon.
On the computer screen, a map appeared.
There was a light spot on the map.
But the light spot displayed on this map was not Gwen's current location, nor was it New York City's location.
Instead...
Washington, D.C.?
How did Hawk's phone end up in Washington, D.C.?
Could his phone have been stolen?
Gwen thought to herself.
She swore she wasn't tracking Hawk.
Just now, when she got home, her phone account sent her a text message, indicating that her phone's location had left its usual spot in New York City and appeared in a different place, thus sending a reminder.
Gwen then remembered something.
When she gave Hawk her personal phone, although she cleared the phone's data, it seemed she hadn't logged out of the phone account.
Hawk hadn't asked, so she had always thought she had logged out.
Now.
After seeing that Hawk's phone's last updated location before turning off was in Washington, D.C., Gwen's first thought was that Hawk's phone had been stolen.
After all, there are quite a few thieves in New York City.
No.
Not quite a few, but many.
Gwen remembered her first phone, which was stolen somewhere less than three days after she bought it, and instantly felt a surge of resentment.
Forget it, I'll give him another one when school starts.
Gwen shook her head, closed the phone location website, and then looked again at an electronic newspaper displayed on the website.
This was a newspaper published after the Battle of New York.
There were also illustrations.
The illustrations showed a neighborhood in Jackson Heights almost completely leveled.
Gwen used the mouse to control the webpage, browsing related reports.
Just then.
Footsteps echoed in the hallway.
Gwen came back to her senses.
The next second.
Her eyes lit up; she thought of something, closed the webpage, then got up from her seat, ran to the door, and opened her room door.
"Dad!"
"..."
George, who routinely reported his safe return home to his daughter, was startled by Gwen, who suddenly opened the door, her eyes even glowing.
George then smiled faintly and shook his head, saying, "I don't have any new Spider-Man information to share with you today."
Recently, a Spider-Man who likes to wear a uniform and a mask and wander around New York City upholding justice has appeared.
The New York Police Department is very angry about this.
In short.
If New York vigilantes were useful, what would Police be for?
But besides the New York Police Department, everyone else found it very novel.
The media was happy, believing they had found the latest hot topic.
Netizens were also excited, with various forums gossiping about Spider-Man's identity.
Gwen was also a little curious.
Especially since she had a Police chief father.
But...
Gwen shook her head and said, "Dad, I'm not interested in Spider-Man."
George smiled.
"Then yesterday you..."
"That was Mary being curious, not me."
Gwen quickly interrupted, then got to the point, blinking at George.
"Dad, can I ask you for something?"
"..."
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