"This guy was pretty dedicated, but it seemed his luck wasn't very good."
At midnight, after Hawking had dealt with several crimes in spectacular fashion, he unexpectedly ran into an acquaintance.
That acquaintance was none other than Eddie Brock, the Daily Bugle's star reporter. At that moment, though, several thugs had cornered him against a wall on the street and were robbing him... of more than just his belongings?
The thugs clearly had some unusual preferences. After taking Eddie's camera and wallet, they actually started forcibly pulling off his pants.
"Oh, no, brothers, don't do this. You want money, right? I'll give you everything I have. If it isn't enough, I can withdraw more from the bank. Any amount is fine, just please let me go!"
Eddie desperately clutched at his pants, his voice carrying a hint of tears.
Damn it. He had long heard that the South Bronx was dangerous at night. Even many seasoned reporters were unwilling to come here after dark.
But he had not expected it to be this dangerous. Getting robbed was one thing—he did not care about that little bit of money—but being sexually assaulted was going too far. He was a normal man with a girlfriend.
"I should've brought some people with me. At least then I would've had some ability to resist!"
Wanting to curry favor with his boss's boss, he had planned to visit the South Bronx while writing tomorrow's front-page story, hoping to find some material to add to the report.
Instead of finding material, however, he had been cornered by several disgusting perverts. Was he really going to lose his virginity here today?
If that happened, he would truly want to eat every one of these bastards alive!
As his jeans and boxer briefs were forcibly torn apart, and