Palm Community is located in East Village.
East Village in Manhattan.
This area is originally the core district of Manhattan, where land is scarce and expensive.
If it were before the New York battle, this luxury villa with an actual usable area of six thousand square feet, custom floor-to-ceiling windows, high-end materials, equipped with Stark smart home systems, and a standalone house, would have an outside offer of around twenty million US Dollars.
So...
Twelve million.
Not expensive!
With Hawk's "swipe the card", the female agent in front instantly felt like her soul was about to leave her body.
Beside her, Gwen, who was still imagining the snow-filled scene by the fireplace next year, snapped back to reality, watched as the agent took Hawk's bank card, and stared wide-eyed at Hawk.
Hawk's expression was calm.
Just as he said before.
After awakening Little Cosmos, money for him was no longer a necessity. As long as he wanted, money was merely a number for him.
Power (fist) equals money.
This is wisdom!
Similarly, under the lure of high brokerage fees, the female agent assured Hawk, patting her chest, that the transaction change for this house would be completed within three hours.
Quickly.
The agent hit the gas and drove her Porsche to the housing management bureau.
Hawk followed Gwen and turned back into the room.
Then...
He was pinned against the wall by Gwen.
With his back against the wall, Hawk looked at Gwen, who was pressing against the wall with both hands, staring unblinking at him, and was a bit taken aback.
"What's wrong?"
"Hawk!"
"Hmm?"
Gwen said seriously, "Just what did you do in Quantico?"
Upon hearing this, Hawk chuckled, "I thought you wouldn't ask."
It had been half a month since Quantico, during which Hawk had considered that Gwen might ask what he did there.
But Gwen hadn't asked.
And Hawk wasn't someone who liked gossip, so he hadn't mentioned it as Gwen hadn't asked.
He initially thought Gwen would never ask.
Unexpectedly...
Gwen withdrew her hands, shrugged, "I didn't plan to ask, but clearly, not asking is not an option."
Although before Hawk went to Quantico, Gwen already knew Hawk had a million US Dollars.
But the origin of that million, Gwen knew very well.
The church donation of two million, Gwen could barely accept.
But this twelve million?
She couldn't fathom.
Absolutely couldn't fathom.
Her father, George, even working at the New York Police Department for a hundred years, probably wouldn't earn enough salary plus bonuses.
So the answer was obvious.
Hawk didn't have such a large sum before going to Quantico, but he did after returning, so the money must have been earned at Quantico.
So...
What exactly happened at Quantico?
Gwen actually didn't know what happened at Quantico the day Hawk went.
Because the woman named Natasha didn't tell her, just said she had found Hawk. But Gwen, just in case, didn't say much on the phone, only asked Hawk to come home soon.
Later, Natasha gave her an address. When she arrived at the airport, Natasha had left and didn't say what had happened.
At first, Gwen didn't mind.
She thought, maybe she would know from the news in a few days, so she kept an eye on the news reports, especially those from Washington.
The result was...
Everything was normal.
Peaceful times.
No news even remotely related to Quantico appeared.
She initially thought no report meant only a minor skirmish.
But now, Hawk without blinking took out twelve million?
Could this be a minor skirmish?
Gwen thought as she stared wide-eyed at Hawk.
"What did you do that day, why would they give you so much money?"
"Uh..."
Hawk opened his mouth.
As he was about to speak, Gwen suddenly arched her brow, stopped Hawk, stepped back a few paces, and looked at him, frowning.
"Did you rob the base's vault?"
"How is that possible?"
Hawk denied decisively, "Robbing the vault would be cash, can it be openly put in my bank card like this?"
I just blew up their vault.
That's all.
Gwen nodded instinctively.
"Then you..."
"War reparations."
"What?"
"They started a war, to make me stop they have to give me a way out, this money is their payment for war reparations."
"...Hiss!"
Gwen gasped and looked at Hawk, stunned, with only four words echoing in her mind.
War reparations.
"How much did they compensate you?"
"Thirty-three million."
"What!"
Gwen's eyes widened, her voice slightly cracked.
"So much?"
"Is it a lot?"
Hawk chuckled, "A million per person, thirty-three people make thirty-three million, I feel like I asked for too little."
He should have directly quoted one trillion.
Hawk felt somewhat regretful.
But he reconsidered and felt at ease.
What's the use of so much money, thirty-three million, after spending fourteen million today, he still had sixteen million US Dollars left.
Such a large amount, enough for him, no, enough for both him and Gwen's daily expenses.
This is enough.
Compared to money, Hawk still prefers fists.
One sentence.
As long as the fists are there, the money is there.
Hawk thought to himself, then looked at the slightly open and shocked mouth of Gwen, and said with a smile: "I should thank Rose."
Gwen snapped back to reality, looking at Hawk with some suspicion.
"Why?"
"If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have had the chance to get this war compensation."
One thing is for one thing.
Thaddeus Ross was able to give him the chance to earn war compensation, which made Hawk happy, but his actions made Hawk very unhappy.
So he was killed, even the family cemetery was destroyed by Hawk.
However…
There was no need to tell Gwen about this.
Gwen was kind-hearted and couldn't bear to hear these things.
Hawk smiled, changed the subject, and held Gwen's hand.
"Let's go."
"Where to?"
"The agent was here earlier, we didn't seriously look, let's take a good look at our house."
"...I like the dressing room in the master bedroom."
"Doesn't need any changes?"
"No need."
Gwen shook her head, glancing at Hawk out of the corner of her eye.
She knew Hawk was changing the topic.
She understood Hawk, and also understood the Federation Military.
To get war compensation from the Federation Military, it's obvious that something big, very big must have happened in Quantico that day.
And that's precisely why the news was tightly sealed.
However…
As long as Hawk was okay.
Gwen thought to herself, as she followed Hawk back up the stairs, her left hand being held by Hawk tightened subconsciously.
Hawk felt the change in the strength of Gwen's small hand and glanced sideways at Gwen.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Gwen smiled slightly, her smile was bright, as if in an instant, the whole room lit up.
But…
Where there are laughs, there are tears!
Betty Ross was crying.
Though it had been ten days since Thaddeus Ross was buried, in the townhouses of Washington, Betty Ross, who had already cried countless times, was still crying.
Just a second ago, she was happy about reuniting with her ex-boyfriend Bruce Banner.
The next second, someone told her that her father was dead.
And he had died by decapitation.
The most important point was that until now, she still did not know the real cause of her father's death.
They say it was a military accident.
It's a damn military accident.
Her father was clearly murdered, and in an extremely cruel and violent manner.
Betty Ross was no fool. She's a scientist, and the moment she saw her father's body, the manner of his death appeared in her mind.
Someone had stomped and crushed her father's skull.
Now the question is.
Who did it?
Since her father was buried, Betty Ross had been constantly questioning her father's previous friends.
But each friend remained tight-lipped, explicitly telling her that her father's death was a military accident.
Just as Betty Ross was about to go mad, one of the persons she called sighed and said they'd visit her after work.
In the living room.
Betty looked at the photo of her father on her phone, silently swearing in her heart.
She would make sure the person who killed her father died.
No matter who it is.
A father's murder is unpardonable.
Just then.
The doorbell rang.
Betty came to her senses, wiped the corners of her eyes which had been swollen from crying over the past days, and quickly walked to the front door, opening it.
The sight that met her eyes.
"Oh, Betty."
Appearing at the door was Nick Fury, looking at Betty who had opened the door with an exhausted face and red, swollen eyes, his voice was filled with empathy as he spoke: "You should pull yourself together, this must be what Rose would want to see."
After closing the door, Betty looked at Nick Fury: "I will, Mr. Fury, after you tell me who the murderer of my father is."
Nick Fury hearing this, couldn't help but sigh.
"The matter of Quantico has been classified as a top secret."
"I know."
After inviting Nick Fury to sit on the sofa, serving him a glass of lemonade, Betty sat beside him, gritting her teeth, saying: "No one in the Pentagon wants to tell me the truth, but Mr. Fury, I should know the truth, that was my dad."
Nick Fury smiled bitterly and shook his head, then glanced at the empty living room: "Bruce isn't here?"
"He went out to buy something."
Betty said a word, thinking Nick Fury was changing the subject, so after saying it, she continued to insist on looking at Nick Fury.
"Mr. Fury, who is the murderer."
"The murderer is..."
Nick Fury spoke to this point, paused slightly, looking at Betty who was gritting her teeth insistently, a hint of dilemma flashed across his expression.
Seeing this, Betty didn't hesitate, she dropped a thud, directly kneeling in front of Nick Fury.
"Mr. Fury, I beg you, you are the only one now willing to tell me who the murderer is."
"Get up."
The moment Betty knelt, Nick Fury hurriedly stood up from the sofa, trying to help Betty up.
But Betty remained kneeling firmly on the ground.
Her voice was tearful.
"Mr. Fury, please, tell me who the murderer is."
"You..."
Nick Fury's dark expression changed.
The next second.
A long sigh.
"Ah..."
"..."