A Letter of Recommendation Turned Into Scrap Paper (Second Update)

Hawk answered quickly.

Without hesitation.

It was obvious.

Gwen was also happy with his answer, her voice becoming a little more cheerful.

After a while.

The couple, who had only officially started dating a few days ago, finally finished their long phone call and reluctantly hung up.

It was mainly Gwen who was reluctant.

Hawk was still...

Okay.

He was also a little reluctant.

However, Hawk knew why he had a crush on Gwen back in ninth grade but only acknowledged this feeling now.

In a word.

He wasn't qualified before, but now that he had become stronger, he was qualified.

So...

Whether it was to continue getting stronger or to maintain this qualification, Hawk felt he should work harder than before, not slack off.

His current strength might be great, but if he slacked off now, how long could this strength last?

A year?

Or two to three years?

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

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

In reality, hitting the sandbag meant nothing to him anymore.

But what Hawk was doing now wasn't hitting a sandbag; it was a way to calm his mind, allowing him to continue searching for that Sixth Sense, which Hawk knew existed but couldn't quite grasp.

On the rooftop of the apartment.

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

Hawk's eyes were unfocused, his thoughts scattered, feeling like he was searching for something the size of a grain of rice in an endless darkness.

Until...

He heard faint screams and shouts.

Hawk's eyes quickly shifted from the darkness. Once they refocused, he instinctively turned and looked in the direction of the Williamsburg Bridge, from where the screams and shouts were coming.

Swish!

Swish!

Swish!

The space rapidly contracted before Hawk's eyes. In the blink of an eye, Hawk, who was standing several kilometers away from the Williamsburg Bridge, clearly saw the scene unfolding on the bridge.

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

Many people used this bridge, commuting to Manhattan during the day and returning to Brooklyn on the other side to rest at night, so the Williamsburg Bridge was always busy.

Tonight was no exception.

But now, something had gone wrong.

Countless Manhattan white-collar workers, stuck on the bridge, screamed as they ran, listening to the sounds of vehicles being overturned behind them.

In sight.

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

As it moved, its equally strong tail hooked onto cars, flinging them away as if they were nothing.

It seemed to be looking for something.

"This is..."

"Lizard?"

Hawk, taking in the scene, reacted and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

At the same time, a thought crossed his mind.

It wasn't about how Dr. Connors had become Lizard without The Amazing Spider-Man's warning.

It was...

It's over. Dr. Connors' recommendation letter was useless now.

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

So, if nothing unexpected happened, Dr. Connors' handwritten recommendation letter had, at the moment Dr. Connors transformed into Lizard, gone from being invaluable to being worth less than a piece of scrap paper.

The stock market doesn't even dare to drop this fast.

Soon.

On the Williamsburg Bridge, Lizard, making his debut, seemed to have found what he was looking for.

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

The middle-aged man, clutching the serum intended for the military hospital, trembled in fear as he stared at Lizard's glowing green eyes.

But he still mustered his courage.

"You..."

"Ah!"

"Pfft!"

The moment the middle-aged man opened his mouth, Lizard snatched the briefcase from his arms with one claw. Then, with a violent flick of his tail, the middle-aged man was sent flying, crashing against the bridge's guardrail.

The next second.

Steel cables pierced through the middle-aged man's waist, cutting him in half. The bisected man, bleeding profusely, plummeted towards the river below.

But just then.

Spider-Man...

Pfft.

Spider-Woman made a dazzling entrance.

Peter, swinging through the air by his own silk, rapidly adjusted his posture. Then, with his feet together, he kicked Lizard, who seemed to be turning to leave, like a cannonball.

Lizard stumbled back from the impact. Once he regained his balance, he turned to look at Peter, who was now crouched on the car roof, clinging to it with all four limbs. Lizard opened his massive mouth, his green tongue lashing out, and let out a roar at Peter.

The next moment.

Peter shot a web from his right wrist. Thwip, it attached to the briefcase in Lizard's grasp, and he yanked.

Seeing the briefcase slip from his grasp, Lizard became furious. He used his tail to hook a nearby vehicle and began hurling cars, one after another, at Peter.

The war between Spider-Woman and Lizard quickly erupted.

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

But then, he remembered something. He turned, faced the punching bag, and became a blur. Countless fist shadows landed lightly on the bag.

Thirty seconds later.

Hawk, having completed his daily quota of ten thousand punches, breathed a sigh of relief. He then turned his gaze back towards the Williamsburg Bridge, ready to watch the show without any psychological burden.

But...

"Where's Lizard?"

"Where's Spider-Woman?"

"Where is everyone?"

Hawk, who had returned his attention to the Williamsburg Bridge, intending to watch for a while longer, was stunned.

However, he soon noticed the water surface beneath the Williamsburg Bridge.

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

It was very fast.

Peter, who had been swinging along, eventually lost track of Lizard as they neared Roosevelt Island.

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

Peter stopped on the rooftop of a tall building, shaking his head as he looked at the last known location of Lizard.

Just as he was about to leave and head home, he suddenly sensed something and walked to the edge of the rooftop.

In front of him.

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

Hawk smiled and waved at Spider-Woman, who was looking over from the edge of the rooftop.