Chapter 83

"Part of it, but just as I was about to watch, you and that lizard-man had already disappeared."

Hawk spoke the truth.

He saw the beginning and he saw the end, but he just didn't see the process.

But it's fine; he'll be able to see it on the news tomorrow.

As everyone knows.

The reaction speed of New York City's media is extremely fast; less than three minutes after Dr. Lizard appeared on the Williamsburg Bridge, he already saw three media helicopters from different television stations hovering over the Williamsburg Bridge.

Hearing Hawk's words, Peter was slightly stunned, subconsciously looked here, and then glanced in the direction of the Williamsburg Bridge, which was almost invisible to the naked eye.

Looking from here?

Peter looked at Hawk with some shock.

Hawk smiled and said: "My eyesight is quite good, but isn't your eyesight just as good?"

Peter nodded subconsciously again.

Indeed.

If he concentrated, he could also see the Williamsburg Bridge clearly from here.

Peter thought to himself, then his eyes lit up.

"Then did you see where the lizard-man went?"

"No."

"Alright."

Hearing this, Peter sighed: "I didn't expect it to be so strong; I was thrown away by it, and by the time I was ready to counterattack, it had already jumped into the river."

Hawk asked curiously: "How do you feel about its strength?"

Peter glanced at Hawk, thought seriously for a moment, and then frowned: "It's stronger than me, but not as fast or as agile as I am, but it's faster than me underwater."

Understood.

A one-punch job.

He doesn't even need to explode his small universe.

Listening to Peter's evaluation, Hawk muttered to himself, nodded, and prepared to go back to sleep.

But...

Just at this moment.

Peter seemed to have thought of something and said to Hawk: "However, this lizard monster gave me a familiar feeling; I was just thinking about what this feeling was when I was thrown away by him."

Hearing this, Hawk looked at Peter.

"Then have you figured out where this feeling comes from now?"

"Yeah."

Peter nodded and then looked at Hawk.

Hawk didn't speak, waiting for Peter's next words, but seeing Peter looking at him after nodding, he was first stunned, then realized.

"You mean me?"

"Yeah."

"How is that possible."

Hawk had a very absurd feeling.

How could Dr. Lizard have his scent? He had only been to Dr. Connors' laboratory once in total.

And even if it were a lingering scent from shaking hands back then, it had already been more than two months; how could it still be lingering now?

He isn't a goddess, and Dr. Connors isn't a simp, nor would he be like those simps who refuse to wash their hands after shaking hands with their goddess.

Peter, however, looked at Hawk and said earnestly: "I had contact with you at the old gymnasium last time, so your scent left a deep impression on me, but the scent of that lizard monster just now was very weak, weak to the point of being imperceptible, otherwise I wouldn't have taken so long to remember."

Hawk looked at Peter, who was so certain, and frowned.

"Are you sure?"

"It can't be wrong."

Peter nodded, then thought about it again: "The feeling that lizard monster gave me was as if he had had contact with you, and therefore retained your scent, just like Gwen also retains your scent, but Gwen's scent is also much stronger than that lizard monster's."

Described this way, Hawk's expression became enlightened.

He thought Peter was going to say something else.

So that was it.

Hawk laughed softly and looked at Peter: "Then I probably know who he is."

Peter's eyes lit up.

"Who?"

"Curtis Connors, from the Osborn Biocorp Regeneration Laboratory; Gwen went there yesterday, and Dr. Connors is also looking for regeneration technology by studying lizards."

If Peter had said Dr. Lizard retained his information, he would have been completely confused.

But if Peter compared it to Gwen, he understood.

If his scent was one, then the scent Gwen, who was with him, carried was zero point five, and Gwen had gone to Osborn Biocorp the day before yesterday morning and had contact with Dr. Connors.

So theoretically, the weak, imperceptible scent Peter smelled on Dr. Connors should have come from that.

Hearing Hawk reveal the true identity of the lizard monster, Peter opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"It's him?"

"You know him too?"

"Yeah, I remember seeing him with my dad."

"Alright."

After figuring out what was going on with Dr. Connors' lingering scent, Hawk was completely relieved.

He yawned.

"Alright, it's too late, I'm going to sleep."

"... Alright."

Peter was still prepared to continue discussing the dangers of the lizard monster with Hawk, but seeing Hawk's appearance, he could only give up.

"Goodnight, Hawk."

"Goodnight, Spider-man!"

"Uh, I'm not a spider-man."

"Are you sure?"

Hawk, who had already turned around and walked halfway back, turned his head, tilted his head, and looked at Peter with a half-smile: "Come on, tell me loudly, where do your webs shoot out from."

Peter opened his mouth, his expression becoming serious.

"Goodnight, Hawk."

"Goodnight, Peter."

Hawk didn't tease Peter this time.

Soon.

Peter swung away on his webs.

After Hawk returned home, finished his fried chicken leg, took a cold shower, he crawled into his quilt to sleep.

At the same time.

Beneath the ground of Queens, in the crisscrossing sewer pipes that could even become the home of countless homeless people when the winter blizzard arrived.

Following the beast-like roar coming from the depths, gradually, the roar became lower and lower.

Until the end.

The roar disappeared.

Replacing it was the groan of a human!