Chapter 220

With the hell witch's departure.

Instantly.

Under the Manhattan Bridge, it became pitch black again.

But whether for Hawk or Peter, black or not didn't delay them from seeing things as if it were broad daylight.

Peter looked at the hell witch who had disappeared in front of him and opened his mouth.

"She left?"

"Obviously, yes."

"Then..."

"Forget it, Osborn family's private business."

"Alright."

Peter recalled the scene where he was bound by the hell witch with one hand just now, still feeling somewhat shocked, and looked at Hawk.

"Thanks, Hawk."

"No problem, I'm leaving first, you want to play for a while?"

"No."

Peter shook his head: "Forget it, I'm going home too."

Hawk responded, waved to Peter, and subsequently disappeared in front of Peter instantly.

Peter saw this, pulled a web, swung on a swing, and left here.

Under the pitch-black Manhattan Bridge, only a robber remained, stuck to the wall, his expression manic as if he had already gone crazy.

Soon.

Hawk, who returned home, went into the bathroom to rinse off, then lay on the bed, looking at the ceiling, recalling the hell witch who had disappeared without saying a word just now.

He had just intended to wait for the hell witch to open her mouth, and see if he could ask from the hell witch's mouth where the entrance to the hell dimension was.

As a result...

Witches are indeed cold.

Forget it, thinking about the entrance to hell now is a bit too early, better strive to get the Reality Stone first.

Hawk thought in his heart, then slowly closed his eyes, continuing to sink his mind into his own small universe, continuing to use the water-grinding effort to feel the sixth sense.

When Harry Osborn just passed away, it occupied the front page headlines of major media in New York.

But...

This world doesn't exist where it can't continue to operate without someone.

Just like Iron Man Tony Stark, since the incident last Christmas, Tony Stark's news hadn't been published in the newspaper for a long time.

Harry Osborn was the same.

Except for the media reports in the first few days, with Harry Osborn's burial and Harry's will notarized by a lawyer being exposed one by one, gradually, news about Harry Osborn became scarce.

Huaerjie media cast most of their gaze on Felicia Hardy, who inherited Osborn Biological Industry after Harry Osborn.

It is worth mentioning that after the news of Felicia Hardy inheriting it spread, the stock price of Osborn Biological Industry not only stopped falling but also warmed up quickly.

In the words of Huaerjie insiders, they are very familiar with Felicia Hardy. She was Norman Osborn's secretary at the beginning, responsible for helping Norman Osborn manage the company during Norman Osborn's serious illness, and later helped Harry Osborn manage the company, and now she manages it directly herself.

Such experience might remind investors of a familiar name.

Stark Industry's executive president, Pepper Potts.

A few days later, investors also gave Ms. Felicia Hardy a nickname.

"Black Cat!"

"Where did this nickname come from?"

The day before the group trip to London, Hawk, Gwen, Peter, and Mary gathered together again, confirming the itinerary for the London trip while chatting about the gossip news from these days.

Mostly Mary was talking.

After all, Gossip Queen Mary's nickname wasn't for nothing.

"It is said that Felicia has a black cat, which looks particularly good, so after it spread, it became the nickname Black Cat."

"Black Cat..."

Gwen heard this and blinked her eyes: "I remember when I was interning at Osborn, it seemed there was indeed a black cat in the company. I always thought it was raised by the security department."

After all, they had white mice in their lab.

Therefore, when Gwen was interning at Osborn, she often saw a black cat wandering back and forth at the door of their lab.

She originally thought that the black cat was raised by the security department to catch mice.

Didn't expect...

It was Felicia's.

"By the way."

Mary smiled, then her eyes lit up, and she said to Gwen: "Do you remember when we went to attend the funeral, those few who were kicked out by Felicia's people, they should be Harry's uncles, right?"

Gwen nodded.

"Remember, what's wrong?"

"They filed a lawsuit in court to apply for the cancellation of Harry's will, but the court didn't accept it."

"It would be strange if they accepted it."

Gwen heard this, shook her head speechlessly: "Harry's will was made when he was sober, and there is a video, and there were lawyers from a law firm present at the time. Any judge with a brain wouldn't accept this case, they would be scolded."

Mary shrugged, then said: "What I want to say isn't this, it is said that Harry's second uncle was also diagnosed with the family genetic disease a few days ago."

Gwen's eyes lit up, and she looked at Mary.

Hawk and Peter, who were purely pulled out by the two women to make up the numbers, heard this and subconsciously looked at each other.

Eyes met.