Nomak came.
Nomak died.
As the antagonist in Blade II, Nomak met his end prematurely due to Hawk's interference, before the plot had even properly begun.
Nomak was unequivocally dead, with no possibility of revival.
Hawk expressionlessly glanced at the headless corpse lying on the floor.
The next second.
A Phoenix Ray burst forth with a bang, and amidst the golden light, the floor was instantly cleaned, leaving no trace of blood or body.
Hawk then withdrew his gaze, glancing at Whistler, who seemed somewhat weak and needed Blade's support. His voice was calm: "You can go back and rest, Mr. Whistler."
Whistler looked at Hawk upon hearing this.
He was about to say something when Blade, who was beside him, already moved to help Whistler towards a bed inside the warehouse.
Hawk then unfroze the three Vampires, including the female Vampire Nasha.
"Sit."
"Thank you."
Feeling that she could move again, Nasha first rejoiced, quickly thanked Hawk, and then swiftly gave a meaningful look to the other two Vampires.
The other two Vampires understood and thanked Hawk.
Hawk chuckled.
"Yes, he's here with me."
"I don't know why he came."
"He started a massacre as soon as he arrived."
"Uh..."
"Like this."
"Alright."
With his eyes slightly closed, Hawk listened to Blade's voice, who was calling Sharon to complain after helping Whistler to bed, and the corners of his mouth curved upwards slightly.
Did he really want to be here?
At this moment, he should be at home, holding his soft and fragrant fiancée in bed, not standing in this drafty warehouse, enduring the cold.
Damn it.
What Jehovah.
Ignoring the broad path, only playing these gutter tricks.
Time ticked by.
Soon.
The wind howled.
Hawk opened his eyes and looked outside the warehouse.
In sight.
Reinhardt, the Captain of the Blood Pack Squad, whom he had sent out to capture people for exchange, was now carrying Bruce Jerry by his belt in one hand and Andore Yage on his other shoulder. Then, as if something was chasing him, he jumped into the warehouse with a series of thuds, making almost no attempt to conceal himself.
Just then.
A familiar whooshing sound echoed.
Hawk's sword-like eyebrows twitched. He flashed, caught onto a spider silk that was about to shoot into Reinhardt's back, and then followed the silk to look at the Spider-Woman swinging from a distance.
Their eyes met.
"Ha, Hawk."
"Hello, you're working late again. Does your wife know?"
"No, no, no, I'm out buying diapers. I thought... are you busy?"
"Yes, want to come down and watch the show?"
...No, I'm going back first, I need them urgently."
"Alright!"
Hawk smiled and greeted Spider-Woman, watching her turn and leave before turning back into the warehouse.
Reinhardt had already thrown the unconscious Vampires, Bruce and Andore, onto the floor.
"The people you wanted, I brought them back. Now it's your turn to let me take my people and leave."
"Alright!"
Hawk nodded.
He wasn't some bloodthirsty maniac.
He could certainly keep his word.
Since Reinhardt had brought back Bruce and Andore as agreed, he would naturally let them leave as agreed.
After all... neither Reinhardt nor the female Vampire Nasha were foolish, and he couldn't find an excuse to keep them.
At this moment, the female Vampire Nasha and the other two Vampires quickly ran to Captain Reinhardt's side and informed their Captain that Nomak, the King of Reapers, and all his Reapers had been annihilated.
Reinhardt thought Nasha was joking and let out a hearty laugh.
Then—
He looked at his Vice Captain's serious nod, then at Nasha nodding again, and then instinctively looked at Blade, who was walking out from the depths of the warehouse.
"Nomak..."
"Dead."
Blade, still wearing sunglasses late at night, said coolly, then pointed to the spot on the floor where Nomak had disappeared: "He died right here."
Reinhardt believed it.
The next second.
Gulp!
Reinhardt swallowed, looking at Hawk.
In his sight.
"Phoenix Ray!"
"Buzz!"
"Boom!"
The unconscious Bruce and Andore died instantly, their souls immediately guided to the Netherworld.
The next second.
Both their souls were cast into the Stormy Netherworld, to keep Nomak company.
They should die twenty times first, he thought.
Hawk thought to himself, preparing to leave.
However, as he was leaving, he remembered something and looked at Reinhardt, who was also looking at him. He said calmly: "All the Vampires in Corvinus Castle have been annihilated by me. Are you planning to avenge Corvinus?"
As soon as these words were spoken.
Reinhardt's expression changed instantly.
"What?"
The female Vampire Nasha's expression also changed instantly, but she quickly reacted, looking at Hawk: "No, we are just Mr. Corvinus's employees. We are very grateful that you have granted us freedom."
Hawk listened to the female Vampire Nasha's answer, seeing that Nasha didn't seem to be lying, chuckled, and looked at Blade beside him: "This female Vampire is quite good. Give me some face, don't kill her."
With that said.
He didn't linger any longer. The moment he turned and disappeared from Blade's warehouse, his mind descended, arriving in his second Netherworld.
Amidst the endless acid rain.
What was originally Nomak's solo, heart-wrenching performance turned into a trio with the addition of Bruce Jerry and Andore Yage.
The three's screams grew louder and louder.
The three's wails became more and more mournful.
Hawk's mind stirred. He transferred the now worthless Nomak to another location to continue his torment, then temporarily exempted Bruce and Andore from punishment.
The acid rain ceased.
But Bruce and Andore, their souls already pitted and scarred by the burning, trembled all over, their souls extremely pale, as if just one more acid rain baptism would cause them to revive on the spot.
Hawk's figure appeared in their line of sight.
Their six eyes met.
Hawk stood with his hands in his pockets, his expression calm: "Let me introduce myself, Hawk Phoenix, or Hawk Chloe. So, you should know why I'm here."
Bruce and Andore's hearts immediately sank after Hawk introduced himself.
But they said nothing.
Hawk chuckled: "Don't want to talk? That's fine. Call me when you're ready to talk."
With that said.
The acid rain fell again.
Screams and wails resumed.
Hawk's mind also left the Netherworld. After opening his eyes, he looked at Sharon, then at Gwen, feeling a little curious.
"Where's George?"
"He went back."
Gwen said, then brought the conversation back.
"How is it?"
"They haven't spoken yet, but they will soon."
Once in his Netherworld, no soul could remain silent.
Alexander Pierce was an exception.
Still, the same old saying.
Putting aside their allegiances, Alexander Pierce indeed possessed both cunning and strength, and he was a good sport who accepted his losses.
So Hawk was willing to give Alexander Pierce a slightly more dignified punishment.
That was to walk in an endless blizzard; even if he died, it would be a dignified Death by freezing, better than being burned to ashes by fire, better than having his soul scorched by acid rain with no good skin left, and better than being crushed to Death by a millstone.
But did Bruce and Andore deserve that?
They did not.
Just as he had come out, Bruce and Andore were already screaming, indicating their willingness to tell everything.
Hawk couldn't be bothered with them.
At least, he wouldn't go right now.
Hawk thought to himself, looking at Sharon.
"Has the autopsy report come out?"
"Not yet..."
"Officer, the report is out."
As Sharon spoke, an assistant ran over from a distance and handed the freshly prepared report to Sharon.
Sharon glanced at it, then looked up at Hawk.
"It doesn't match you."
"Hiss!"
Gwen, beside her, took a sharp breath: "Where did they get the body? My father didn't even notice the body was wrong?"
Sharon said: "Andrew Chloe's photos were replaced from the inside out. After all, before 1998, most police archives were still paper-based, making them very easy to replace."
In fact, when the body was transferred from the 21st Precinct, Sharon already felt that it wasn't Andrew Chloe.
The reason was simple.
She couldn't see any trace of Hawk in that body.
Actually, if George had known Hawk's relationship with Andrew Chloe earlier, he would have noticed something was amiss immediately.
"Then whose body is this?"
"An unknown person's."
Sharon shrugged: "However, his height and build are very close to Andrew Chloe's. He should be an undocumented immigrant from some third-world country."
In New York City, an average of 2.3 homeless people go missing every day.
There's nothing surprising about that.
After all, if you choose to live illegally in New York City, then you must bear the consequences that come with it.
Getting off-topic.
After Gwen confirmed that the body was not Andrew Chloe's, the question returned to the original one.
"What do they want with Mr. Chloe's body?"
"..."
Hawk met Gwen's gaze, smiled, and prepared to go to the Netherworld to interrogate Bruce and Andore.
After being left alone for a while and dying five more times, the two's pleas for mercy were almost hoarse.
So!
"Bang!"
The acid rain stopped.
Hawk reappeared before Bruce and Andore, who had already become like rag dolls.
"Last chance."
"That year, that day, what exactly happened?"
"Tell me, and I'll give you a different place."
"If you don't tell me, or if I find anything amiss."
"You will remain here for eternity."
"..." (End of chapter)
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