Chapter 213

Eyes met.

Mary thought for a moment: "Alright, what you said makes sense."

Gwen heard this, felt a sense of relief in her heart, and then seemed to think of something, looking at Hawk beside her.

Hawk met Gwen's gaze and raised an eyebrow.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Gwen smiled slightly and changed the subject: "What's wrong over there?"

Hawk followed the fleeing crowd and glanced toward Times Square, his expression becoming somewhat strange.

"Max Dillon?"

"Who?"

Gwen heard this name and always felt it sounded somewhat familiar, but couldn't remember where she had heard it for a while.

Hawk said with a smile: "Osborn Biological Industry Building, Electrical Engineering Department, the one who was with me at your lab last time."

Under Hawk's reminder, the image of that black man wearing glasses and looking somewhat silly and dull emerged in Gwen's mind.

"I remember now, what's wrong with him?"

"Mutated."

Hawk shrugged.

He was now too lazy to think about why Peter Parker and Harry Osborn were both in the image of the first-generation Spider-Man, yet the villain characters that had appeared so far were from the Amazing Spider-Man series.

Because thinking about it was a waste of time.

No.

The Old Green Goblin who appeared last year seemed to be the first-generation Spider-Spirit version.

Uh...

A stitched monster?

Hawk blinked, then reacted and looked at Gwen and Mary: "Alright, let's leave here too."

Gwen didn't hesitate, looked at the crowd screaming and running toward them, and nodded: "Okay."

She had no intention of watching the excitement.

As the daughter of a police captain, the education Gwen received was: don't go to dangerous places.

Mary still had Peter in her heart.

"Peter..."

"Don't worry, he won't have any accidents."

Hawk laughed.

An Electro-Man.

The Amazing Spider-Man could beat him, so the first-generation Spider-Spirit would be even more effortless.

After all...

The first-generation Spider-Spirit was a bug-like existence that could spit webs without relying on any equipment, and whose physical fitness was so strong that falling from a dozen floors wouldn't kill him, at most he'd stand up and shout that his waist hurt.

Gwen also said to Mary: "It's not safe here. If you stay here, Peter will have to worry about whether you're safe. We're right to leave."

Hawk stopped talking, pulled Gwen, and walked quickly toward where the vehicle was parked.

Gwen pulled Mary.

Soon.

The Audi A8 parked on the side of the road flashed its lights.

Hawk subsequently took the car keys out of his pocket and handed them to Gwen.

Gwen was slightly stunned, looked at the car keys in her hand, then looked up at Hawk.

Hawk smiled slightly.

"You take Mary and leave first, I'll go take a look."

"Hawk?"

Gwen heard this, frowned slightly, and the expression on her face finally became the same as Mary's, looking at Hawk with worry.

Mary on the side didn't speak, but turned her head to look toward Times Square.

Over there...

The screaming was even louder.

Electric arcs were crackling, obviously, this was the rhythm of having already started fighting.

Hawk looked at Gwen, who was worried about him, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, he's definitely not more powerful than the Hulk."

Gwen heard this, remembered Hawk's record of defeating the Hulk, and the worry on her face decreased slightly, but she still looked at Hawk suspiciously to confirm.

"Really?"

"I swear in the name of my sister Anya."

"... Alright."

Gwen saw Hawk swear in the name of his sister and immediately felt relieved.

After all, with Hawk, swearing in the name of God might be fake, but swearing in the name of his sister Anya definitely wouldn't be fake.

Gwen, thinking of this, completely relaxed, didn't hesitate, urged Mary to get in the car, then opened the driver's door and sat in, then lowered the window and instructed Hawk outside the car again: "Then you be careful yourself."

Hawk nodded.

Gwen stopped talking, took advantage of the fact that it hadn't become a mess here yet, stepped on the gas, carried Mary, and left here.

Hawk waited until the Audi A8 was far away, then withdrew his gaze and looked back toward Times Square.

He originally didn't intend to go over and join in the fun.

After all, at his current level, fighting Electro-Man was nothing more than a matter of one punch.

What's more, the one fighting him right now was the first-generation Spider-Spirit, who was far ahead of the other two versions of Spider-Man in both physical fitness and combat awareness.

Two against one, this was no different from bullying kindergarten students.

But...

That was Times Square.

The Times Square that left him with regrets after September 10, 2009.

Five minutes later.

The top floor of the Times Square building.

Hawk stood with both feet on the edge of the rooftop, lowered his eyes, and looked toward Times Square below, where electric arcs were constantly flashing.

Entering his eyes.

Peter was continuously firing webs in the air, moving back and forth between billboards and flashing neon light boxes.

The electric arcs in Electro-Man's palms were constantly chasing Peter, and electric arcs shot onto the billboards and neon light boxes, causing a series of explosions.

The next second.

Peter pulled two webs with his arms, kicked with all his might, and like an antelope kicking its legs, with a 'bang', kicked Electro-Man in the chest.

Electro-Man was instantly knocked flying, and with a 'bang', his back slammed heavily onto the statue standing in the Times Square fountain.

The statue collapsed in response.

Hawk's gaze fell on Electro-Man, who was looking even angrier after climbing up, and then looked around.

The fleeing crowd.

Ordinary people lying on the ground, dead or alive, affected by Electro-Man's electric arcs, and finally, his gaze fell on the boy who was protecting his sister and trying to leave the combat range.

Hawk's gaze flickered, and he didn't hesitate, looking at the Spider-Spirit who was constantly moving back and forth between Electro-Man's lightning whip swings: "Peter, find an opportunity, kick him into the air."

His voice was very soft, just the volume of normal speech.

But Hawk believed Peter could definitely hear it.

Sure enough.

Peter, who was moving everywhere looking for an opportunity to subdue Electro-Man, heard the voice coming from his ear and subconsciously looked up along the top of the Times Square building.

Peter subsequently saw Hawk standing on the edge of the rooftop, nodded, and then looked again at Electro-Man in the field, who was spreading his arms like a Lightning King, releasing high-voltage electric arcs.

Soon.

Peter seemed to think of a way, and with a 'whoosh', two webs adhered to a police car, and then while doing a backflip in the air, his arms exerted force, instantly pulling the police car flying. The police car whistled and immediately smashed toward Electro-Man in the field.

Electro-Man saw this, didn't dodge or avoid, looked at the police car flying into the air and smashing toward him, spread his hands, and released electric arcs.

Boom!

The police car exploded instantly in the air.

Just at this moment.

Electro-Man suddenly saw something in his peripheral vision, subconsciously lowered his eyes, and entering his eyes, Peter, who was skimming almost against the ground, appeared instantly, and after two webs adhered to his body.

The next moment.

Peter pulled suddenly, taking advantage of Electro-Man pulling toward his side, his figure changed instantly, and after standing upside down on the ground, his feet suddenly stored energy, and the moment Electro-Man staggered toward his side, he kicked suddenly.

Bang—

Electro-Man flew into the sky instantly.

It was this moment.

Hawk on the rooftop of the Times Square building, looking at Electro-Man flying into the sky with his waist arched, his eyes lit up, without any energy storage, and without any front swing, he just simply clenched his fist, raised his fist, and then swung this plain and unremarkable punch at Electro-Man, who was flying in the air with nowhere to dodge and nowhere to avoid.

But, just such a simple punch, it wasn't something an Electro-Man who had mutated due to an accident could resist.

Hawk's fist wind arrived in the blink of an eye, instantly making intimate contact with Electro-Man.

The air seemed to become quiet at this moment.

However, it only stayed quiet for less than a second.

One second later.

Boom—

Electro-Man, who was still arching his waist in the air, exploded instantly. In an instant, the countless electrical energy that Electro-Man had just absorbed by tearing the cables, like a raging electric dragon, raged in all directions with a crackle.

Dong, dong, dong!

All the lights in the vicinity with Times Square as the center fell into darkness at this moment.

With a 'whoosh'!

Peter pulled his web and, like firing a slingshot, shot himself onto the rooftop of the Times Square building as well.

He looked at Electro-Man, who didn't even have slag left, looked at Hawk, and blinked his eyes.

"You and this who..."

"Max Dillon?"

"Right, aren't you and him friends?"

"And then?"

"Did he offend you?"

"No."

"Then..."

"Times Square doesn't allow awesome people to exist."

"..."