The two of them were heading to Hawkeye's birthplace.
Originally, Hawkeye had little memory of past matters, but when avenging himself against the Scalpel Organization earlier, he had seen his personal file. He knew his identity before joining the Scalpel Organization, and he recalled some past events. However, he never went back to see them. One reason was that the Cursed Doll had always been haunting him, spending most of his time hiding in the Main World. The other reason was that there were more important matters to investigate.
In front of the car, a tightly secured checkpoint stood in the way, scrutinizing all passing vehicles under the pretense of martial law to prevent terrorists.
"Why have they come to blockade here?" Qian Cangyi frowned.
"Not surprising. Since I can use an Old-Style Television to block the Cursed Doll, perhaps they've also stashed away some of these things." Hawkeye looked outside the window, seemingly searching for an open spot.