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Hawke put down the documents, leaned forward slightly, and fixed his gaze on Number 3: "Of course. Freedom has many facets, even," he paused deliberately, his gaze seemingly sweeping over her curvaceous figure, "the freedom to choose how to relax. You are as sharp as blades when you fight, and as relaxed as flowers when you rest. I just wonder if you have ever learned about 'relaxation,' or even practiced 'self-relaxation'?"
This almost blatant teasing instantly made Number 3 blush, her mature and sophisticated aura vanished, and she subconsciously brought her legs together, her eyes darting away, and she was speechless for a moment.
The other witches blushed and their hearts pounded. Some lowered their heads and played with their fingers, while others pretended to be focused on looking out the window, but they couldn't help but steal glances at Hawke and the embarrassed Number 3.
They had undergone the most rigorous combat training and were proficient in killing techniques, but they were completely inexperienced in this subtle yet aggressive interaction between men and women, like children just entering the world for the first time.
In this unsettlingly ambiguous atmosphere, Hawke's gaze inadvertently met that of the witch number 0 in the corner.
She remained silent, like a jade sculpture devoid of warmth, but in her eyes, Hawke read a more direct and undisguised "response" than others—a silent invitation tinged with a challenge.
Hawke's lips curled into a knowing smile as he stood up:
"The flight will take more than ten hours, I'm going to the lounge to rest for a while."
His gaze locked onto Number 0, and he said casually, "Number 0, come here for a moment. There are some details about your condition after the devices inside your body were removed that need to be confirmed."
Number 0's body tensed almost imperceptibly for a moment, but she did not hesitate, nor did she look at Bai Jing'en or anyone else. She silently got up and followed Hawke toward the heavy soundproof door at the rear of the cabin.
The door closed gently, shutting out most of the light and sound from outside.
A brief, deathly silence fell over the cabin. The witches exchanged bewildered glances; the lighthearted, playful atmosphere of moments before had instantly frozen.
"Confirm...status details?" Number 7 blinked, his tone filled with incredulous naiveté. "Does it need to be 'confirmed' separately? And in the bedroom?"
Number 3's face was still flushed, but her eyes sharpened. She listened intently for a moment, then frowned slightly: "Something's not right... Did you hear that? It sounds like... there's a sound?"
All the witches immediately held their breath.
The engine hum was in the background, but their hearing could still penetrate the top-notch soundproof doors, and they could hear a... dull thud coming from inside?
Boom!
Boom!
Immediately following was a dull thud, as if some heavy object or person had been slammed against the wall, accompanied by a short, extremely suppressed cry that seemed to be squeezed out from deep in the throat!
That's the voice of Number 0!
All the witches' expressions changed.
That was definitely not a voice asking for details!
"Is Mr. Hawke going to kill Sister Zero?" the youngest, Number 11, exclaimed, her eyes filled with fear. But Number 3 suddenly slapped her on the head. "Kid, don't ask if you don't understand!"
Before they could even process this information, something even more shocking happened.
The entire massive fuselage seemed to vibrate very slightly but clearly...
"Oh my god!" A petite girl, Agei, who looked like the girl next door, covered her mouth, her eyes wide open. "The plane... the plane is shaking? Is it turbulence? Are we going to crash?"
But this shaking was not a continuous jolt, but a rhythmic, heavy vibration, like a giant hammer striking the ground!
Thump! ...Thump! ...Thump! ...
Several times in a row, even tiny ripples appeared in the water glass on the table.
The witches were all modified beings with perception far exceeding that of ordinary people, so this commotion was like a thunderclap to their ears!
Bai Jing'en sat in the shadows in the corner, eyes closed, and sighed, "Youth is truly wonderful..."
"He...he and Sister Zero..." Number 7's face was as red as if it were about to bleed, her voice barely audible, "...in that...?"
"Is there even a question?!" Number 1 took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the heat on his face and the shock in his heart, and lowered his voice, "That sound... that frequency... what else could it be?"
She herself felt her ears burning.
"Is it really that exaggerated?" Number 10 asked timidly, her eyes filled with curiosity, feeling a sudden burning sensation within herself.
"I heard... it'll be quite tiring." Another person, number 5, who was usually quiet and gentle, couldn't help but join in the whispering, her voice barely audible.
As she spoke, she lowered her head in embarrassment.
The time lasted a long time, so long that the setting sun sank into the sea of clouds, leaving only the deep starry sky and the navigation lights flashing on the wings outside the window.
The soundproof door to the bedroom finally opened again, and Hawke appeared in the doorway.
He looked refreshed, wearing only a silk robe casually draped over his shoulders, the collar slightly open, revealing his muscular chest, and a thin layer of sweat on his forehead.
Behind him, Witch No. 0 slowly walked out.
She was still wearing a black, tight-fitting combat suit, but her aura had undergone a complete transformation.
That aloof coldness vanished completely, replaced by a gentle glow, a blush lingering on her cheeks that spread down to her ears and neck.
Her steps were slightly unsteady, as if she had just finished a fierce battle, but she exuded a sense of relaxation.
She didn't look at anyone, but went straight to a corner seat, closed her eyes, as if savoring the moment or gathering strength again.
The cabin fell silent instantly, with only the sound of the engine remaining.
All the witches' eyes were fixed on her, on the lingering blush, her unsteady steps, her labored breathing...
Shock, curiosity, complexity, and even anticipation intertwined in the air.
Hawke ignored the stares and sat back down. The Seventh Witch, looking curious, offered him a glass of ice water. Hawke raised an eyebrow, took it, and took a leisurely sip.
For the remainder of the voyage, Hawke used the instruments at hand to help the eleven witches unlock their genetic locks, allowing them to regain their complete freedom.
Judging from their combat strength, apart from the No. 0 witch who is comparable to Gu Ziyun, the strongest among the other eleven is probably close to Eunbi's level, and the weakest is close to Zhao Xian's level.
Overall, their combat strength is relatively even, making them an extremely formidable team.
The rest of the time was spent in a subtle and ambiguous silence.
The witches no longer whispered among themselves, but their eye contact conveyed a richer meaning than words.
Their gazes would occasionally drift towards Number 0, then quickly shift away.
Chapters 217-220: The Threat from Morgan
[A small number of chapters are released as two or more chapters together because the content violated regulations and was banned. They need to be cut down, and after the cuts, they are not enough to form a full chapter, so they are released together.]
A few hours later, the first rays of New York dawned through the portholes and into the cabin.
The plane landed smoothly on the private tarmac at JFK International Airport.
Hawke stood up; he had changed into a sharp suit. He then turned to the witches who were already fully prepared and waiting in the cabin, and to the calm-looking Baek Jing-eun.
"We've arrived in New York. Welcome to the new world, ladies. Here, everything you desire is within your reach!"
His gaze swept over Number 0 again. The latter had regained some of his coldness, but the moment their eyes met, the embers that had been ignited deep in his eyes seemed to flicker again.
………………
Manhattan.
While on the plane, Hawke had thirteen rooms booked at the Marriott Hotel here, one for each of the twelve witches and Baek Jing-eun.
The next step is to help them integrate into normal life and have a new identity.
After settling them in and purchasing some daily necessities for them, he also gave Number 0 a five million dollar credit card, telling her to take her sisters shopping starting tomorrow and get used to integrating into society!
Finally, the day's work was over, and I drove home.
Back in my empty house, I stretched, drank a glass of soda, and was about to go to bed.
Just then, the sound of "Z" came from the stereo in the house.
"Sir, Ms. Enfee has completed her mission. The personnel, equipment, and data have been stored in a warehouse outside New York, and Enfee will be arriving in Manhattan soon."
"Okay, have her come directly to my house."
"Okay, sir."
Hawke stood up from his chair and slowly walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window.
The night was heavy, and the moonlight, like water, spilled onto the window, adding a touch of mystery and gentleness to the quiet night.
Half an hour later, Eunfi arrived at Hawke's house.
She glanced again at herself in the outfit that Gu Ziyun had personally chosen for her—an outfit she had never worn before—took a deep breath, and wondered to herself: Will this really work?
But then I realized that Gu Ziyun was right; men are all susceptible to this kind of thing!
Forcibly suppressing her nervousness, she was about to knock on the door when it opened automatically.
She paused for a moment, and when she saw Hawke standing by the window, tall and strong, her heart inexplicably raced, and she walked over involuntarily.
“Mr. Hawke… Enfi… reporting for duty…”
Eun-bi lowered her head, not daring to look at the figure in front of window 583 anymore.
Hawke turned around, ready to give a lecture, but when he saw Eunfi's attire, a long speech immediately caught in his throat.
Eunbi was wearing a black office lady suit with a black shirt underneath. The collar of the shirt was slightly open, revealing her ample bust.
The hem of her shirt was gently tied around her waist, outlining her slender waist, which was free of any excess fat and soft and delicate. Her black short skirt was tightly wrapped around her legs, highlighting her full hips with an amazing curve, outlining her beautiful figure.
Most importantly, her slender, shapely long legs were encased in Balenciaga shoes, and on her feet were Valentino shoes, with silver shoes inlaid with sparkling diamond bows.
It exudes a sophisticated, professional vibe, yet is also brimming with allure.
"Who taught you to dress like this?"
Hearing Hawke's serious and calm voice, Eunbi's last hope was shattered, and she thought to herself: Ja-yoon unnie, you've ruined me!
Seeing Eun-bi with her head down and silent, Hawke sneered, "I can guess even if you don't say it, it must be that clever Gu Ziyun."
Hmm... but how should I put it?
Eun-bi is quite capable!
Hawke stroked his chin, a wicked smile spreading across his face. "Eunfi, you know what to do, right?"
Not long after, rustling sounds came from the bedroom...
the next day.
Hawke's bedroom was a mess, and Eunfi was still sleepy.
Two hours later.
The two of them came out one after the other after taking a shower.
Hawke looked refreshed and energetic.