A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 360 Someone cloned me (please subscribe!)
Hearing Gwen's sudden words, Hawk was taken aback for a moment, and then suddenly realized.

next second.

Hawke took out his phone and clicked on their 12th grade classmate group.

really.

The missing person notice called "Hawk Shaw" that Zoe found on the [Go Home] website has been sent to the group and is under heated discussion.

"Is the name wrong?"

"Yes."

"Shouldn't it be called Hawk Dayne?"

"[Seriously] Hawke has never been to London."

"Isn't Hawke an orphan?"

"Is this some relative of Hawke?"

"Yeah, @hawk, maybe you can find your family through this."

"I just said that Hawke's accent is a bit London-like. It turns out that Hawke is from London [laughing]."

"..."

Hawk looked through the chat records in the group, shook his head helplessly, put away his phone, and looked at Gwen who winked at him: "Bored."

talking.

Hawk walked into the living room, and greeted Helen who was sitting on the sofa, looking at a magazine similar to a bosom friend.

Gwen blinked, and took Hawke's arm: "Are you sure you don't have the idea to find out, you know, what if they are really relatives?"

Hawk smiled: "I know where I came from, Gwen, and you know it too. Do you think it's necessary for me to go?"

Please.

The blood of the Black Emperor and the White Queen in his body were not given to him voluntarily by these two people. Even when they were given to him, Hawke seriously suspected that the Black Emperor and the White Queen had already died.

and so……

Leaving aside that Hawke's life experience is rather bizarre, even if Hawke is normal, when Hawke thought he was the son of the Black Emperor and the White Queen, he never thought about going to London to meet any relatives.

at the moment?

Hawke no longer has this kind of thinking. He only cares about one goal now.

Horror is what Hawke cares most about right now.

Listening to Hawke's words, Gwen nodded with an expression that I guessed that he would answer in this way, and did not continue to entangle on this topic.

After all, Gwen is a very smart girl.

"correct."

Hawk looked at the empty backyard and asked curiously, "Where is George, hasn't he come back yet?"

The words just fell.

Hawke heard, from outside, the sound of the Ford car's engine from far to near.

Soon.

George pushed the door open and entered.

Gwen, who was holding Hawke's arm, said hello to George. She and Hawke have been officially together for more than a year, and they have steadily entered the period of passionate love that everyone recognizes.

George smiled at his little padded jacket, then his eyes fell on Hawke, and he nodded without any surprise: "Come with me to the study."

Hawke responded, then smiled at Gwen, pulled his arm out of Gwen's arms, and followed George to the study on the second floor.

Gwen blinked, watching the back of her boyfriend and her father going upstairs.

Helen, who was sitting on the sofa, looked at her daughter who seemed to be thinking about whether to go upstairs to eavesdrop from the corner of her eye, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.

in the library.

"sit."

"Thank you."

Hawke opened the seat and sat on it calmly. For George's invitation, Hawke was already ready when he returned from Port Jefferson.

Just as he and Lorna complained, since George knew his identity, whenever there was an unusual case in New York City, George's first phone call must be to him.

Without exception.

but……

This time it seems not to be.

Hawk looked at George, who was sitting in his seat after closing the door, looking at himself, with an expression that seemed hesitant to speak, and raised his eyebrows: "What's the matter, George?"

George met Hawke's gaze, was silent for a while, and finally said, "Who the hell are you?"

Hawk was slightly taken aback.

"what?"

"Who are you."

After George opened his mouth, there was no psychological pressure. He repeated his question to Hawke again, then took a deep breath, looked at Hawke and said, "You are not Hawke Shaw."

Hawk laughed directly.

"Of course I'm not Hawk Shaw, my last name is Dane, remember?"

"Do not."

George shook his head with a serious face, and looked at Hawke: "What I'm saying is, you don't seem to be the Hawke you told me, Hawke Xiao, who was born at Northwest Memorial Hospital in Denver, the real Hawke Xiao, was carried back to London by his aunt that night."

Hawk frowned: "What the hell?"

George then recounted the information he heard at S.H.I.E.L.D. this afternoon in full detail, with a 100% recovery rate.

"I thought this was a fake identity that you specially created after you left my office this morning."

As George said, he frowned and looked at Hawk who was sitting in front of him, and also restrained his smile: "But later, the CIA also confirmed the existence of Hawk Shaw. He is a mutant with It can absorb other people's attacks, and also has the ability to transform the whole body into diamonds."

Hawke said nothing.

After George finished speaking, he poured whiskey into the glasses of the two of them, pushed a glass in front of Hawke, and said, "I thought this was another trick of yours, the purpose is to let the S.H.I.E.L.D. I'm sure you're not the person they're looking for, until I entered the door, I was still inclined to this answer, but now, your expression tells me that this is not a trick you arranged, but you are not surprised."

Hearing this, Hawk showed a slight smile, took out his mobile phone, found the missing person notice that Zola had just sent to the group, and pushed it towards George.

George took Hawke's phone and looked at the missing person notice about "Hawk Shaw" that Zoe screenshotted from the website on the screen.

Hawke held George's poured whiskey and sipped it expressionlessly.

but……

Hawke's heart is not as calm as he appears on the outside.

He was also thinking about what was going on.

Good guy.

At first, Hawke thought it was just a small question of a distant relative bumping into each other, but now it directly became a philosophical question of how to prove that I am me?
George returned the phone to Hawke, and watched Hawke put away the phone, frowning: "So, what's going on?"

Hawk shrugged honestly: "Frankly speaking, I don't know what's going on."

George nodded at the table: "For everything, there is an explanation for the correct answer."

Hawk nodded, then looked at George curiously: "So, do you think this Hawk Xiao is real, or am I the real one?"

George was slightly taken aback.

"Are you asking me?"

"Is there anyone else here?"

"When I came back, I called Cecilia."

"My midwife."

Hawk thought of Cecilia and looked at George.
"By the way, I forgot. Where is Cecilia now?"

"I'm hiding."

"Ha ha."

Hawke shook his head and smiled when he heard the answer: "Cecilia is not afraid of any danger."

Although Hawke had never used the barrier that Cecilia displayed at the Essex Academy for Geniuses, Hawke could feel that unless he hit with all his strength, he would not be able to destroy Cecilia's barrier of.

But now, Hawke's full blow is enough to smash a building.

"Cecilia said, there is a birthmark on your back that no one can fake."

"You want to see?"

Hawke looked at George with a smile on his face, and turned his head to look at the closed door of the room: "This is not good, if Gwen comes in suddenly, I'm afraid I can't explain clearly, you know, since the end of the last undercover, Gwen just told me to keep my distance from you."

Simply put.

Keep the distance that should exist between a son-in-law and father-in-law, not too far, but not too close.

George also smiled: "I'm not interested in looking at a man's birthmark to identify your authenticity. As your midwife doctor, Cecilia has the most say."

Hawke nodded: "No doubt."

George pursed his lips and put down the whiskey glass in his hand: "So the question comes back again, this Hawk Shaw, if you didn't arrange it, then who is he?"

Hawk shrugged: "Who knows, but I will investigate clearly."

Before, Hawke thought it was just a matter of a distant relative bumping into each other, so he didn't think about the complicated aspects at all. Now, it doesn't work if he doesn't think about the complicated aspects.

"I have a guess."

"You mean clone?"

"……Correct."

George looked at Hawke, who said it before he could say his guess, and was taken aback for a moment, then looked at Hawke: "Is this possible?"

Hawk laughed directly, glanced at George who wanted to say the answer of cloning, but he was one step ahead of him, smiled and said: "This may exist."

This is what Hawke was talking about earlier, the complex aspect.

clone!

"Where did they get your genetic sample?"

"That's too much."

Gene samples.

Even if this is not the Marvel universe, any technological planet can extract the DNA data contained in the blood.

When Hawke first started, he didn't even know that his life experience would be so bizarre. He got into a fight in the orphanage and bled, which was completely normal.

but……

Hawk thought about the day he was born, after being carried out by Cecilia, because he was too tired, after falling asleep again, he found himself in the orphanage when he woke up.

From his birth to the orphanage, there are nearly twelve hours of blank memory.

According to George, from the so-called Hawk Shaw's age, if there is no mistake in Hawk Shaw's age, then, assuming it is a clone, the time when the other party took his DNA sample should be at the twelve Happened during hours of blank memory.

and so……

The same person who took the man from the hospital to protect me from Mister Sinister was also the one who drew his blood and went to London to clone him?
……

(End of this chapter)