Chapter 347

Take Osborn's private plane to the Pacific?

Stop joking.

Osborn dares to fly, but he doesn't dare to sit.

Not to mention the Parker couple who took Osborn's private plane and went missing in the Pacific airspace, just speaking of Hawk's special constitution—which has been confirmed that taking transportation to leave Niuyuecheng will definitely lead to accidents—he had no thoughts at all.

Walk there!

Although it is somewhat physically demanding, it is better than provoking any troublesome things.

The most important point.

Flying there yourself can be faster. With the time it takes to run to the airport to take a private plane, he would have already arrived.

Just like now.

In the Pacific airspace, Hawk, who arrived at Osborn's secret marine experimental platform following the mobile phone satellite navigation, leaned out from the cloud layer and saw the experimental platform that existed like a steel beast on the vast ocean not far away at the first glance.

The entire platform is composed of countless huge metal skeletons biting and welding each other, rising from the turbulent sea surface. Countless huge and thick pillars supported this huge platform, which is about the size of two standard football fields.

But...

At this moment, this huge platform has no trace of anyone, no lights, and even the huge platform where the emergency lights are not turned on reveals a few strange feelings under the setting sun.

*Thump! *

Hawk's right toe landed on the platform's floor, and his figure also stood firmly on the platform.

Looking around.

The helipad where an emergency helicopter should have been parked was empty, there was no man-made movement around, only the sound of waves hitting the platform pillars under the platform rang out.

But Peter had indeed been here.

With Hawk's sixth sense fully open, he captured Peter's aura remaining here.

Just...

The aura remaining here hadn't been updated for a while. It looked like Peter hadn't returned here for about four or five days.

And...

Besides the faint aura of Peter remaining, there was also a rich smell of blood that was almost dried up.

Hawk raised an eyebrow, followed Peter's remaining aura, and also followed the dried bloody smell, opened the door, and walked into the building on the platform.

Just after walking in, the bloody scene coming toward him entered Hawk's eyes.

Blood!

Blood was everywhere, almost staining the entire corridor. Not just the corridor, there was blood on the walls and on the ceiling.

These bloods had already dried up. It looked like at least three to five days had passed. At this moment, in this sultry environment, they were releasing a stench that was no less than a biochemical weapon.

But Hawk couldn't smell it.

The moment he opened the door just now, his heart moved, and he very wisely closed his sense of smell.

Hawk ignored the blood filling his sight and walked straight to the door of the room that should have been used by Peter for evening rest when he was on this platform.

Push open the door.

A single bed, a desk, and a self-contained bathroom were all there was to this room.

The quilt on the bed was messy.

The items on the desk were also messy, and even Peter's clothes were messily dropped on the ground. It looked like Peter's departure seemed very hurried.

"So..."

"What happened here?"

Hawk walked into Peter's room, looked around, didn't find any useful clues, felt curious in his heart, and then turned around to walk out of the room again, casting his gaze on the blood filling the entire corridor.

He subconsciously suspected whether Peter had encountered Pacific pirates.

But...

"Pacific pirates?"

"Impossible."

"Let alone pirates, even if it were seals, Peter should be able to deal with them."

After all, this version of Peter of his is a real spider spirit.

He is the spider spirit who can pull a train with his bare hands alone, not the Amazing Spider-Man who can have his ankle pierced by a gun, nor the talkative Spider-Man who needs his foster father's help to pull a cargo ship.

Let alone a group of pirates who only know how to believe in shooting, even if elite Navy SEALs came, the spider spirit wouldn't be afraid.

You know, the name Bully Maguire is not for nothing.

So...

Where did Peter go?

Hawk thought curiously, then looked at the blood remaining in the corridor, thought for a while, followed the traces of blood, and all the way to the door on the other side, then pushed the door open and walked out.

The blood spread along the deck toward the platform railing, and after spreading to the railing, it stopped abruptly.

Hawk leaned out and lowered his eyes to look down.

What met his eyes.

The half-corpse remaining on the pillar supporting the platform instantly entered his eyes.

Just then.

A slight sound was transmitted to Hawk's ears.

Hawk came back to his senses, followed the direction the sound came from, and looked up at the control room above.

The next second.

He disappeared from where he stood.

A man whose face was full of blood scabs and whose body odor was also somewhat unpleasant, hiding in the platform control room, hurriedly caught the cup lid that almost fell, and then hurriedly looked at the direction where Hawk was standing just now.

Then...

He was stunned.

"Where is the person? He was just there."

"Behind you."

Hawk's voice came from behind the man.

The man shook all over, and the pistol in his hand subconsciously turned over.

*Bang! *

The bullet shot out of the chamber, a bullet whistling toward Hawk's face, who was facing him.

Hawk didn't dodge or avoid.

*Duang! *

The bullet that shot out of the chamber was quietly clamped between Hawk's two fingers.

The next second.

He kicked out, kicking the man who fired the gun in front of him onto the control console.

The man let out a shrill scream.

Hawk then walked over, pulled the man lying on the control console down, and then looked at the man who rolled a few times on the floor and said: "What happened here? Where are Peter and Felicia? Where did they go?"

The man who rolled to the ground and was feeling that his life was about to end heard this, his body couldn't help but shake again, and he couldn't care about the pain on his body, seeming somewhat unbelievable as he looked at Hawk: "Wait a minute, you are not one of them?"

Hawk raised an eyebrow.

"Them? Who are they?"

"That group of demons."

The man gritted his teeth.

Upon hearing this, Hawk walked to the man, waved his hand casually, and under telekinesis, directly lifted the man from the floor, placed him on a stool on the side, and then put his hands in his pockets, looking at the man who was dumbfounded at the moment.

"Start from the beginning."

"Gulp!"

The man was frightened by Hawk's hand, but he also understood how simple it would be if Hawk wanted to kill him, so after swallowing a mouthful of saliva, he began to tell the story of that night.

To be precise, it was the night five days ago.

That night was windy and rainy, so the staff on the platform all returned to the work area early. In the control room, only he and another person were left on duty.

Originally, everything was safe and sound, just a plain and ordinary windy and rainy night.

But suddenly everything changed.

He didn't know when it started, but a group of guys sneaked onto the platform, pushed the door open, and shot his companion on the spot, and also fired a shot at him.

But that shot didn't take his life; it very coincidentally passed through his ear, but he was also scared unconscious at the time.

Hawk heard this, glanced at the man's bandaged ear, which was currently emitting a stench because of the lack of medicine, and nodded.

"Continue."

"Alright."

Upon hearing this, the man didn't dare to hesitate and continued to tell the following things.

Not long after he passed out, he woke up, and then he heard the loud gunfire coming from the rest area.

The man was scared to death. He originally wanted to press the emergency button, but found that the power had also been cut off by them. Later, listening to the movement, driven by survival, he climbed over the window, borrowed the night, endured the pain, and hid outside the command room.

Then he heard the sound of falling into the water constantly coming from outside. When the sound disappeared completely, he couldn't hold on anymore, and only then did he climb back.

Hawk walked to the window described by the man and leaned out to look outside.

Outside, there was indeed a small platform that could be supported, and there was also dried blood remaining on the wall.

Hawk reached out, rubbed back and forth on the dried blood, then withdrew his finger, put it to the tip of his nose, and smelled it.

Hmm.

It was indeed the smell of this man who was speaking.

Hawk put down the suspicion in his heart, then turned around and looked at the man: "What is your name?"

"Os, Os Gran, Osborn's Level 3 biological researcher."

"Os."

Hawk ignored the second half of the man's words and looked at the man: "Do you know who they are?"

Os shook his head blankly. During this period, possibly because of shaking his head, the inflamed ear brought bursts of pain, making him frown.

"Where are Peter and Felicia?"

"Parker and the young lady didn't come back that night. The original plan was to go to that demon island to deliver supplies the next day, but..."

"Wait, demon island?"

Hawk listened to this somewhat familiar name: "Isn't the demon island in Niuyuecheng?"