Chapter 69: Lemon Sea Bass!

"Really?"

"It succeeded?"

After Hawk finished his call with Dr. Connors and hung up the phone, he felt quite amazed.

After all, he had originally thought that since this world only had spider-spirits and no extraordinary Spider-Man, Dr. Connors's regeneration experiment was unlikely to succeed.

Who would have thought...

Hawk stood up and walked out of the bedroom, thinking about his recent conversation with Dr. Connors.

Dr. Connors was in a very good mood, so he had revealed some rather detailed information to Hawk.

For instance, in the recent lab mouse experiment, he had originally thought this attempt would end in failure just like the previous ones.

But an unexpected result occurred.

After one of the lab mice was injected with the lizard serum, although its vital signs disappeared at the time, they reappeared after a while; furthermore, the tail that the mouse had lost due to an accident last month—when it had taken the opportunity to escape its cage—grew back at a speed visible to the naked eye once its vital signs returned.

This discovery greatly excited Dr. Connors.

Hawk, however, felt it was quite miraculous.

But it was only a moment of amazement.

After Hawk walked out of the bedroom, sat down at his folding table, and opened the pre-owned laptop he had bought from Skye for five hundred dollars, he put the matter out of his mind.

Compared to whether Dr. Connors's experiment was a success, he was more concerned about what was actually happening at the Quantico base.

Soon.

After Hawk searched for information online, his expression turned strange once again.

No invasion.

Only an exercise.

This was a Washington D.C. newspaper, and in the paper, there was a report about the invasion alarm that had occurred at the Quantico military base at the time.

But in the newspaper, the base's press spokesperson denied the claim of an invasion, stating that the night had merely been a routine exercise; however, unexpectedly, during the course of the exercise, a building collapse accident occurred, and over a dozen soldiers unfortunately lost their lives in this exercise.

Hmm.

Quantico had pushed everything onto the exercise.

This was also normal.

As the saying goes.

That was Quantico, the home of the Marine Corps, right next door to the Federal Bureau of Investigation's FBI Academy, and beside the CIA's Langley headquarters; under such circumstances, no matter what, the military base would certainly never admit that it had suffered an invasion.

As for the rest...

Hawk searched around but did not find any useful clues.

He didn't even catch any related keywords in any reports that could link to the body of the young Black man.

Either the young Black man's body had not yet been discovered.

Or the death of the young Black man simply wasn't worth the media's attention.

After all, every year—no, every day—so many Black people die for various reasons; for a Black man with no status to die without even making a ripple is the standard operation.

Hawk thought for a moment, shook his head, closed the laptop, and got up to walk into the bedroom to prepare for sleep.

The next day.

Hawk was woken up by a phone call.

Lying in bed, Hawk opened his eyes and saw the photo frame facing him, then reached out his right hand to grab the phone that was charging on the nightstand.

"Hello."

"Come downstairs."

"..."