Logically speaking, the convenience store was on this street, so Andrew had no reason to park his car on another street.
But today, one end of the convenience store street was closed due to a road collapse, and if he were to come from the other end, he would have to go onto the elevated road first and then come down from it, which was a bit of a detour.
Andrew didn't want to waste gas money.
Of course.
Actually, if he didn't want to take a detour, he could also drive through a wider alley nearby and then arrive at this street.
Once again.
Although Andrew had a full beard and looked fierce, he was actually a law-abiding man.
Even by East Country standards.
Let's put it this way.
Andrew Crowley was a very qualified workhorse.
And he was a top-tier workhorse, the kind that only needed a carrot dangled in front of him and some fodder, and he would move on his own without needing a whip.
In short!
Because Andrew was law-abiding and didn't want to use the non-motorized vehicle lane, and also because he wanted to save gas money and avoid detours, he parked his car today on a street that required passing through an alley, and then walked through that alley to the convenience store to shop.
But he didn't know that this alley would be the end of his time.
After Hawk followed Andrew out of the convenience store, he watched Andrew, who had a happy smile on his face after buying supplies for his son and daughter, prepare to walk towards the end of his time.
He thought for a moment and chose not to call out to Andrew.
Because there was no point.
What had already happened in the past was destined to happen.
Moreover, even if you changed it, it would only create a brand new parallel World line.
Simply put.
Modifying the past is like copy-pasting, not cut-pasting.
The past cannot be changed!
However, Hawk probably understood why the time loop here couldn't be automatically repaired and required manual repair.
There was no time loop here.
But he had been watching until now and hadn't found any signs of intrusion.
Besides.
Even if there was an intrusion, the enemy should be targeting him, not Andrew.
Hawk thought to himself, then watched Andrew walk into the alley.
Just as Andrew walked into the alley, at the other end of the alley, two tense White men, one tall and one thin, ran in.
Six eyes met.
"Get out."
"F*ck."
Andrew stood still, looking at the scene, seemingly a bit stunned.
It was this momentary愣 that might have caused the two White men running from that end to misunderstand something. Without a word, they immediately raised their hands and pulled the trigger three times in quick succession, and the bullets struck Andrew.
Andrew fell to the ground, landing in a wet puddle in the alley, disbelief in his eyes, but his hands still clutched the shopping bag he had bought for his son and daughter.
As for the two White men, one tall and one thin, after shooting Andrew, they quickly stepped over the fallen Andrew, then passed Hawk, who was standing at the alley's entrance, and rapidly ran towards the other end of the street.
Just then.
Two patrol officers also appeared at the alley's entrance. After getting out of their car, they saw Andrew lying in a pool of blood in the alley and couldn't help but curse, then started calling for backup and an ambulance.
But it was no longer necessary.
Because Andrew was already dead.
The only consolation was that Andrew passed away without feeling much pain.
After recording the aura of the White man who fired the gun, Hawk's gaze retracted from the fleeing White man, then he took one last look at the fallen Andrew, and then turned and left with a calm expression.
At the same time.
On the rooftop of a tall building one block away, from which all the scenes in this alley could be seen from above.
A middle-aged man in a suit and gold-rimmed glasses, seeing the dead Andrew and the departing drunkard, his thin lips curved slightly upwards.
"Does it look good?"
"..."
The middle-aged man's body trembled. Hearing the calm voice from behind him, he turned around.
Bang!
Three pairs of snow-White wings burst open. As he punched at Hawk, who had appeared behind him at some unknown time, the feathers on his wings shot towards Hawk like a barrage of bullets.
Hawk stepped forward with his right foot, and with a whoosh, he seemed to instantly teleport in front of the man. Then, he opened his right hand, gripped the man's neck with his tiger's mouth, and instantly lifted the man off the ground.
The next second.
"Boom—!"
The man's back slammed heavily against the wall, instantly creating a human-shaped dent in it.
"Birdman!"
Hawk looked at the three pairs of wings behind the man, his eyes narrowed, and endless killing intent erupted in his eyes: "Jehovah!"
He originally thought that the loophole here was something he subconsciously wanted to know who the murderer of Andrew was, and that's why it appeared.
Hawk never considered that someone had invaded his timeline.
Because... invading his timeline would definitely be to deal with him, and he was still fine.
He never expected that this timeline had truly been invaded by someone.
He noticed something was wrong when Andrew paused for a moment. It seemed that at that moment, a familiar but repulsive aura had obscured Andrew, causing Andrew not to dodge in time and thus encountering a fatal disaster.
And the culprit was this Birdman in front of him.
But Hawk was a bit confused.
This was his timeline. Even if Jehovah wanted to send an Angel through time to kill him, shouldn't He target him when he was still in swaddling clothes, why did He go after Andrew?
What good would it do them for the Birdman to kill Andrew... Wait a minute!
Hawk suddenly remembered a crucial thing.
His timeline might have originated in that room, but the starting point of his memory was not that room, but the church entrance.
This was why he was so sure that his sister Anya was his biological sister.
Because when he opened his eyes, he found himself sharing a swaddling cloth with his sister Anya, right at the church entrance.
Heaven!
Angel!
Church!
Hawk's thoughts raced, and he seemed to have thought of a possibility.
In 2015, he chopped off Jehovah's projection and killed Jehovah's Angel Michael in the Hell Dimension.
But Jehovah seemed to appreciate him and wanted to transform him into His War Angel, so He sent this Angel to travel through the timeline to change him.
By killing Andrew, Amy would become impoverished and would have no choice but to send him and his sister to St. Paul's Church.
This way, Hawk's faith and loyalty to the church could be cultivated from a young age.
So... a time loop.
He kills Jehovah, Jehovah sends an Angel through the timeline to kill Andrew, Amy places him and Anya at the church entrance... After all, children adopted by the church have very good faith in Heaven.
There was just a small problem.
Hawk was not a native. The moment he landed at the church entrance, he had already awakened his past life memories.
And in his previous life, he was from East Country, a nation that practiced pragmatic faith.
Simply put!
When the eggs stop, faith returns to Zero.
So even though he performed very well in church and was even a member of the choir, appearing to have a simple faith.
But in reality, Hawk didn't care at all.
Hawk's thoughts churned.
And the Birdman, held in his hand, upon hearing Hawk directly call out Jehovah's name, roared furiously, "How dare you call my Lord's name, heretic..."
"Slap!"
"Damn heretic..."
"Slap, slap!"
"I will kill..."
"Rip!"
"Ah!"
The Birdman screamed miserably.
Hawk casually threw the wing he had torn off the Birdman to the side, then looked at the screaming Birdman, expressionless.
"What is Jehovah's purpose in sending you here?"
"Ptooey!"
The Birdman spat at Hawk, looking as if he would rather die than be humiliated.
But his spit was intercepted by Hawk's telekinesis.
Hawk was also very direct. Without a word, he grabbed the Birdman's wing again with his left hand and yanked hard. Instantly, the Birdman's wing, along with a piece of flesh, was directly pulled off.
The Birdman screamed miserably again.
But... Hawk squeezed the Birdman's neck tightly, preventing him from screaming even if he wanted to.
The excruciating pain from his back, and the suffocating feeling of his neck being clamped by a vice, made him flail his feet in the air like an old hen with its neck twisted.
The one wing on his left and three on his right behind him also flapped violently.
The scene was as comical as could be.
Hawk then loosened the Birdman's neck.
"Speak!"
"Heretic..."
"Pfft!"
"Speak!"
"Never!"
"Fine!"
"Pfft!"
"Pfft, pfft—!"
Hawk sneered, directly tearing off the Birdman's wings along with the flesh, then casually throwing them onto the ground.
The moment the Birdman's wings landed, they turned into White mist.
At the same time!
As Hawk pulled out the Birdman's wings one by one, the color of the blood oozing from the Birdman's wounds gradually changed from golden to blood red.
And by the time Hawk pulled out the Birdman's last wing, the blood flowing from the Birdman was now completely indistinguishable from the blood of mortals.
Hawk then threw the Birdman onto the floor like trash.
The next moment!
The moment the Birdman's back hit the ground, a shrill scream came again. The Birdman instinctively flipped himself over, exposing his back to Hawk's view.
Upon seeing it.
The Birdman's back was now riddled with holes and bleeding profusely.
But... Hawk looked at the pockmarked areas on the Birdman's back where he had torn out the wings, and his expression paused.
The next second.
After Hawk forcibly flipped the Birdman over, he pressed his foot against the Birdman's neck and carefully examined the Birdman's appearance.
He tried to see what this Birdman would look like when he grew old!
... (End of chapter)
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