Chapter 81: The Recommendation Letter That Became a Scrap of Paper (Second Update)

Hawk answered very quickly.

Without a moment's hesitation.

It was very obvious.

Gwen was also very happy with his answer, and her voice became a few degrees more cheerful.

After a while.

The couple, who had only officially confirmed their relationship a few days ago, finally finished their long phone call and hung up with great reluctance.

Mostly Gwen was the reluctant one.

Hawk was also...

Fine.

He was also a bit reluctant.

However, Hawk knew why he had clearly had feelings for Gwen back in the ninth grade, yet had waited until now to face those feelings squarely.

In one sentence.

Before, he wasn't qualified, but now he had become stronger and had that qualification.

So...

Whether it was to continue becoming stronger or to continue possessing this qualification, Hawk felt that he should work even harder than before, rather than slacking off now.

His current strength might be great, but if he were to slack off at this moment, how long could this strength be maintained?

One year?

Or two or three years?

The curtain of the Marvel universe had already been raised, so Hawk not only dared not slack off, but instead felt a sense of urgency.

Therefore, after ending the call with Gwen, Hawk began his task of ten thousand punches for the day.

In fact, hitting the sandbag now had no meaning for him anymore.

But Hawk wasn't hitting the sandbag now; rather, he was using this method to quiet his mind, thereby allowing himself to continue searching in this tranquility for that sixth sense which Hawk knew existed but felt he could never touch.

On the rooftop of the apartment.

The sandbag hanging from a clothes rack swayed gently with Hawk's punches.

Hawk's eyes were unfocused, his thoughts scattered, feeling as if he were searching for something the size of a grain of rice in a boundless darkness.

Until...

Faint screams and shouts reached his ears.

The look in Hawk's eyes quickly left the darkness, and once they focused, he subconsciously turned around and looked in the direction of the Williamsburg Bridge, where the screams and shouts were coming from.

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

Space rapidly contracted before Hawk's eyes at this moment; in just the blink of an eye, Hawk, who was standing several kilometers away from the Williamsburg Bridge, saw the scene unfolding on the bridge with extreme clarity.

The Williamsburg Bridge is a suspension bridge connecting Manhattan and Brooklyn, spanning the East River.

Many people use this bridge to go to work in Manhattan during the day and return to rest on the other side of the bridge in Brooklyn at night, so the Williamsburg Bridge is always very busy.

Tonight was no exception.

But now, an accident had occurred.

Countless Manhattan white-collar workers stuck on the bridge were running while screaming, listening to the sounds of vehicles being overturned coming from behind them.

Coming into view.

A behemoth covered in gray-green scales with a head resembling a lizard was rapidly weaving through the tops of the cars.

And in the process of weaving, its equally powerful long tail hooked one car after another, tossing them away as if they were weightless.

It seemed to be looking for something.

"This is..."

"Dr. Lizard?"

After Hawk, who had taken in this entire scene, realized what it was, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

At the same time, a thought appeared in his mind.

It wasn't about how Dr. Connors had become Dr. Lizard without the reminder of the Amazing Spider-Man.

But rather...

Damn it, that recommendation letter from Dr. Connors was no longer usable.

New York University might recognize Dr. Connors' favor, but it would definitely not recognize Dr. Lizard's favor.

So, if nothing went wrong, the value of Hawk's handwritten recommendation letter from Dr. Connors had plummeted from being invaluable to being worth less than a scrap of paper the moment Dr. Connors turned into Dr. Lizard.

Even the stock market wouldn't dare to take such a dive.

Soon.

Dr. Lizard, who was performing his debut on the Williamsburg Bridge, seemed to have found what he was looking for.

An elite man in a suit was hooked out of his car by Dr. Lizard's tail.

The middle-aged man, holding the serum intended for the military hospital in his arms, trembled with fear as he stared at Dr. Lizard, who was looking at him with a pair of green, oily eyes.

But he still summoned his courage.

"You..."

"Ah!"

"Puff!"

Just as the middle-aged man opened his mouth, Dr. Lizard had already snatched the briefcase from his arms with one claw, and then with a fierce flick of his tail, the middle-aged man flew out, his entire body slammed against the bridge's railing.

The next second.

A steel cable passed through the middle-aged man's waist, cutting him in half; the man, split in two, fell toward the river below the bridge, blood spraying across the sky.

But just then.

Spider-Man...

Pfft.

The Spider-Spirit made a flashy entrance.

Peter, pulling on the silk he had spat out, swung through the air, rapidly swaying his body, and then, with both feet together, kicked like a cannonball into Dr. Lizard, who seemed to be preparing to turn and leave.

Dr. Lizard was instantly sent staggering; once he stood steady, he turned his head to look at Peter, who was already clinging to the roof of a car with his hands and feet, opened his big mouth, his green, oily tongue flailing, and let out a roar at Peter.

The next moment.

Peter shot a strand of spider silk from his right wrist, *plop*, it stuck to the briefcase in Dr. Lizard's arms, and then he gave it a tug.

Dr. Lizard, seeing the briefcase slip from his grasp, became completely enraged, directly hooking the vehicles beside him with his tail and throwing them at Peter one after another.

The war between the Spider-Spirit and the Lizard-Spirit quickly broke out.

Hawk, standing on his own apartment building, watched with great interest.

However, just then, he remembered something, then turned around, faced the sandbag, and his entire body instantly turned into a blur, countless fist shadows falling lightly onto the sandbag.

Thirty seconds later.

Hawk, having quickly finished his task of ten thousand punches for the day, finally let out a sigh of relief, then looked back toward the Williamsburg Bridge, preparing to watch the show without any psychological burden.

But...

"Where is Dr. Lizard?"

"Where is the Spider-Spirit?"

"Where did they go?"

Hawk, who had cast his gaze back to the Williamsburg Bridge and was prepared to watch the show for a while, was dumbfounded.

However, he quickly noticed the water surface under the Williamsburg Bridge.

Beneath the water, there seemed to be a shadow moving rapidly.

The speed was very fast.

In any case, Peter, who had followed them all the way by swinging, still lost track of Dr. Lizard's whereabouts by the time he reached Roosevelt Island.

It was too dark, and Dr. Lizard's speed underwater was indeed very fast.

Peter stopped on the rooftop of a building, looked at the direction where he had finally lost Dr. Lizard, and shook his head.

Just as he was preparing to leave and go home, he suddenly sensed something and came to the edge of the rooftop.

Coming into view.

He saw Hawk standing on the rooftop of a ten-story building not far away.

Hawk smiled and waved at the Spider-Spirit, who was crouching on the edge of the rooftop and looking over here.