Chapter 82: The Recommendation Letter That Became a Piece of Scrap Paper (Part 2)

Hawk answered very quickly.

Without a moment's hesitation.

Obviously.

Gwen was also very happy with his answer, and her voice became a bit clearer.

After a while.

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

Mostly it was Gwen who was reluctant.

Hawk was also...

Well.

He was also somewhat reluctant.

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

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 maintain that qualification, Hawk felt he should work even harder than before, rather than slack off now.

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

A year?

Or two or three?

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

Therefore, after finishing his call with Gwen, Hawk began his daily task of ten thousand punches.

In truth, there was no longer any point in him hitting a sandbag.

But what Hawk was hitting now wasn't just a sandbag; he was using this method to quiet his mind, so that within this tranquility, he could continue searching for that sixth sense he knew existed but felt he could never grasp.

On the rooftop of the apartment building.

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 a grain of rice in an endless darkness.

Until...

Faint screams and shouts reached his ears.

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

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

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

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

Many people use this bridge to commute to Manhattan for work during the day and return to Brooklyn on the other side to rest 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 as they heard the sounds of vehicles being overturned behind them.

In sight.

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

And as it wove through, its equally powerful long tail hooked one car after another, tossing them away as if they were nothing.

It seemed to be looking for something.

"This is..."

"The Lizard?"

After taking in the scene, Hawk 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 turned into the Lizard without the reminder of the Amazing Spider-Man.

But rather...

Damn it, that recommendation letter from Dr. Connors was now useless.

New York University might honor a favor from Dr. Connors, but they would definitely not honor a favor from the Lizard.

So, barring any surprises, the value of Hawk's handwritten recommendation letter from Dr. Connors had plummeted from inestimable to less than a piece of scrap paper the moment Dr. Connors turned into the Lizard.

Even the stock market wouldn't dare to dive like that.

Soon.

The Lizard, currently performing its debut on the Williamsburg Bridge, seemed to have found what it was looking for.

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

The middle-aged man, clutching the serum he was preparing to transport to the military hospital, trembled in fear as he stared at the Lizard, who was looking at him with a pair of green, oily eyes.

But he still summoned his courage.

"You..."

"Ah!"

"Pfft!"

Just as the middle-aged man opened his mouth, the Lizard snatched the briefcase from his arms with one claw, and then, with a violent flick of its tail, the middle-aged man went flying, slamming into the bridge's railing.

The next second.

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

But just then.

Spider-Man...

Pfft.

The Spider-Spirit made a flashy entrance.

Peter, swinging on the web he had shot out, adjusted his posture rapidly as he swung through the air, then brought his feet together and kicked the Lizard, who seemed to be preparing to turn and leave, like a cannonball.

The Lizard was sent staggering by the kick; once it steadied itself, it turned to look at Peter, who was clinging to the roof of a car with his hands and feet, opened its large mouth, its green tongue flailing, and let out a hiss at Peter.

The next moment.

Peter shot a web from his right wrist, *thwack*, sticking it to the briefcase in the Lizard's arms, and then gave it a tug.

The Lizard, seeing the briefcase slip away, became completely enraged, using its tail to hook the cars nearby and throwing them at Peter one after another.

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

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

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

Thirty seconds later.

Having quickly finished his daily task of ten thousand punches, Hawk 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's the Lizard?"

"Where's the Spider-Spirit?"

"Where did they go?"

Hawk, who had turned his gaze back to the Williamsburg Bridge ready to watch the show, was dumbfounded.

However, he soon noticed the surface of the water under the Williamsburg Bridge.

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

It was very fast.

In any case, Peter, who had been swinging along behind them, lost track of the Lizard by the time he reached Roosevelt Island.

It was too dark, and the Lizard was indeed very fast underwater.

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

Just as he was about to leave and go home, he suddenly sensed something and went to the edge of the roof.

In sight.

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

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