Chapter 122: The Demon King in Shackles (Three updates, heaven-shaking and earth-moving!)

In the blink of an eye, the yellow Corolla driven by Gwen had already vanished from Anna’s sight.

It was precisely when the yellow Corolla disappeared from view that the fiery red sports car Gwen had seen earlier drove in from afar and came to a steady stop in front of Anna.

The expression on Anna’s face returned to that refined and cold look once more.

The burly man in black driving the car stepped out.

"Deliver it to the base."

"Understood."

Anna took out the sunglasses tucked into her chest, put them on, handed the briefcase containing four hundred milliliters of Hawk’s blood to the burly man in black, and then climbed straight into the sports car.

The next second.

The sports car roared, and in an instant, it too vanished from the sight of the burly man in black.

The burly man in black, expressionless, carried the briefcase and turned to walk into the port.

After a while.

Anna, having already driven out of the port area, dialed a phone number.

The call connected.

"Anna."

"Sir, the transaction is complete, though there was a small accident."

"What accident?"

"Gwen Stacy came as well."

"Hm?"

The voice on the other end of the line seemed somewhat surprised, then recovered: "It seems he truly cares about Gwen Stacy."

Anna nodded in response: "Yes, sir."

Just then.

A third person’s voice came from the other end of the line, carrying a hint of arrogance.

"Sir, why don’t we use Gwen..."

"Shut up."

"No."

Anna’s objection and the objection from the superior on the other end of the line were spoken almost in unison.

The third person was clearly stunned, but under a shout of "get out" from the superior on the line, they dared not say anything more and scurried away, accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

Once the third person had left, the superior’s voice sounded again.

"Anna, tell me your reasons for objecting."

"Sir, there are only two possibilities for Hawk bringing Gwen out: either he is a fool, or he is very confident. But I don’t believe he is a fool; after all, after he spoke with us, he guessed that we were..."

Anna stopped talking at this point.

Even though their organization was the king of the internet and no one could eavesdrop on their conversations via phone, one could never be too careful regarding the organization’s reputation.

The superior on the other end seemed to have thought of something, then let out a laugh.

"Send out the notice: do not take any action against that Gwen Stacy. We have a very good relationship with Hawk right now."

"Besides..."

"When a demon king voluntarily puts on shackles, everyone had best not touch those shackles, otherwise, only the most terrifying demon king will be released."

"Of course, we must not touch them."

"So..."

"Keep it up, Anna. At the very least, for now, our cooperation is very pleasant."

"Understood."

Anna nodded. After reporting her work to her superior, she hung up the phone and focused on driving the sports car toward Manhattan.

In the opposite direction of Manhattan, Gwen was also driving her yellow Corolla, with Hawk inside, speeding toward Fuhu.

Out of the corner of her eye, Gwen looked at Hawk, who had been sitting in the passenger seat with his eyes closed since getting into the car, and felt a bit curious.

"What are you doing?"

"Recharging my batteries."

Hawk kept his eyes closed: "Adjusting my state. The Hulk is not so easily killed."

It wasn’t just because the Hulk possessed powerful regenerative abilities; it was also because the Hulk had a major bug.

The angrier he got, the stronger he became.

Furthermore, theoretically speaking, the Hulk also possessed an immortal body. Iron Man snapped his fingers and died, while the Hulk only lost an arm.

To be precise, it couldn't even be called lost; it was just injured and needed time to recover.

Fortunately, this was not the comic universe, but the movie universe.

So it was still possible for the Hulk to be killed.

Thanos had nearly succeeded; if the Hulk hadn't been transported back to Earth by the Bifrost at that moment, he likely would have been killed by Thanos.

But the Hulk had still been beaten by Thanos until he lost his temper; no matter how Bruce Banner called out, the Hulk simply wouldn't come out.

So...

This setting from the comics—that he gets stronger the angrier he gets—didn't seem to hold up.

Hawk recalled the information about the Hulk in his mind.

Gwen, thinking of some information about the Hulk she had found online these past few days, nodded in agreement, then looked at Hawk.

"Then we..."

"He must die."

Hawk opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Gwen, who was driving, and said with a smile: "He’s just hard to kill, not impossible to kill."

The method to kill the Hulk was actually quite simple.

Suppress the Hulk from the very beginning and end the battle in a crushing manner.

Don't even give the Hulk a chance to get angry.

Hearing this, Gwen didn't speak, but just looked at Hawk with worried eyes.

Hawk met Gwen’s gaze, seemed to think of something, and laughed.

"Actually, I did consider another way to kill the Hulk."

"What?"

"Kidnap Betty Luo Si, and force Bruce Banner to obediently accept his death."

"...Hawk!"

Hearing this method Hawk had thought of, Gwen widened her eyes.

Hawk smiled slightly: "But I gave it up later."

Hearing this, Gwen breathed a sigh of relief, but looked at Hawk with curiosity.

"Why?"

"He who sows the wind shall reap the whirlwind."

Hawk explained it this way, saying to Gwen: "Besides, every debt has a debtor. It was the Hulk and the Abomination who killed my sister, not anyone else. If I were to vent my anger on others, how would I be any different from them?"

That was how he thought, and that was how he acted.

Hawk still held to his bottom line.

Revenge was revenge, but he absolutely did not want to, and would not be, blinded by the flames of vengeance.

"Of course!"

Hawk paused here, then smiled at Gwen: "You told me to be a kind person with a clear conscience, so I don't want to, and I don't need to rely on such schemes and tricks to get the result I want. I will tell him why I came, and he will know why he is dying."

Gwen looked at Hawk, who was full of confidence in both expression and demeanor, and smiled slightly.

"I believe in you, Hawk."

"Thank you."

Hawk said with a smile: "After I kill the Hulk, we can go with Mary and..."

Gwen hurriedly interrupted.

"Hawk!"

"What’s wrong?"

"Don't jinx it, you said so yourself."

"...Alright, my mistake."

Hawk looked at Gwen, who was seriously stopping him from jinxing things, and wisely chose to admit his fault. Then, under Gwen’s gaze, he made a zipping motion across his lips.

Gwen smiled with satisfaction, then withdrew her gaze and continued driving toward Fuhu.