Chapter 88

What is Hawk working so hard to become stronger for.

Isn't it just to control his own destiny in his own hands.

Oh.

Now someone comes along and wants to get his blood?

Heh.

Dream on.

Just now it was Gwen, but if it were anyone else, Hawk guarantees that the moment that guy's blood collection needle fell, his head would have been blown up by Hawk.

However...

Gwen ignored Hawk's witty remark and instead looked again at the blood analysis report of Hawk that had just come out.

Others might not understand, but she can understand.

But precisely because she can understand, Gwen gasped.

Hawk's blood data was almost all off the charts.

Just the white blood cell count was already the maximum value the equipment could display, and it's possible the real data might be even more.

And the white blood cell count explains what; this can explain that Hawk's immune system is extremely powerful and efficient, possessing such a powerful immune system, almost able to identify and eliminate all foreign invaders in an instant, such as viruses, bacteria, and parasites.

This can even explain Hawk's amazing recovery power.

Gwen thought again of the day of the laboratory accident, just for a moment, she clearly saw Hawk bleeding, but in the blink of an eye, his palm recovered.

And other various data...

In short, one sentence.

If it weren't for Gwen personally collecting the blood from Hawk's finger, just looking at such a piece of data, she would absolutely think this data was faked.

Because this is simply not data a human should possess.

"I've seen Captain America's blood test report on the internet before."

"Hawk."

"Your data is even more exaggerated than Captain America's; you wouldn't have injected the Super Soldier Serum like Captain America, would you."

Gwen couldn't help but look at Hawk; after excluding the mutation option, then there was only the option of injecting the Super Soldier Serum.

But unfortunately.

Hawk shrugged.

"Didn't."

"Alright."

Seeing this, Gwen also decisively stopped continuing this topic, directly tore the test report in her hand to shreds in three or two strokes, cleaned the machine inside and out by the way, finally rinsed the test tube under the faucet three times, and finally threw the wet and soft shredded paper into the trash can on the side.

Completely eliminating any possibility of this test report and blood sample being accidentally discovered by others.

Hawk looked at Gwen, who had finished all this, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Is it necessary to be so nervous, Gwen?"

"It's necessary."

Gwen said to Hawk with a serious expression: "I have no doubt that if your data were exposed, you would definitely end up on an anatomy table."

Hawk raised an eyebrow: "That depends on whether they can catch me."

They can try to see if they can succeed.

Because Hawk doesn't mind letting them change from trying to passing away.

Anyway, he has already started killing.

Still the same saying.

Killing for him is no longer a multiple-choice question, it's just a matter of how many.

But Gwen didn't soften her expression because of Hawk's words, but instead looked at Hawk with a very serious expression.

"Hawk!"

"Yeah."

"Never let others know your blood data."

"... Alright."

Hawk looked at Gwen, who had a serious face, thought for a moment, and nodded.

Gwen's small face's serious expression then softened a bit, and while walking with Hawk towards the laboratory door, she changed the subject.

"Then what to do next?"

"What?"

"Dr. Connors."

"None of our business."

Hawk shrugged: "Him becoming a lizard monster wasn't caused by us; maybe Dr. Connors has already run to Mexico by now."

Gwen thought for a moment and nodded.

"Possible."

"Let's not talk about him, what class do you have this afternoon."

"French, how about you?"

"Geography."

The two talked about their afternoon class schedules while leaving the Stark Building No. 3 laboratory behind them.

Just like that, time flew by for three days.

In these three days, the hot topic triggered by the lizard monster gradually faded.

After all, since the lizard monster appeared once on the Williamsburg Bridge that day, it hadn't appeared again in these three days.

Everyone felt that the lizard monster had either been secretly captured by the military or had already fled Niuyuecheng.

Peter, the good neighbor of New Yorkers, thought the same.

But...

In fact, Dr. Lizard had never left, and even at this very moment, he was staying in the sewer pipes five blocks away from Midtown High School.

In the sewer pipes of Niuyuecheng, a platform would be set up every so often.

And Dr. Lizard's temporary base was set up on this platform.

But Dr. Lizard at this moment had already recovered to the appearance of Dr. Connors.

But after experiencing being a giant lizard-man with infinite strength and sound limbs, at most just ugly in appearance, how could he be willing to recover into that person who had no strength to truss a chicken, and was even a disabled person, after the dosage passed.

Maybe Dr. Connors' original intention for injecting the regeneration agent was not wanting the board of directors to use those already pitiful disabled soldiers for experiments.

But Dr. Connors now has awakened.