What's the point of Hawke's relentless efforts to become stronger?
Isn't it to take control of his own destiny?
Oh.
Now, someone comes along wanting his blood?
Ha.
Dream on.
It was only because of Gwen that Hawke was so enthusiastic.
If it were anyone else, Hawke guaranteed that the moment the lancet touched them, Hawke would have blown their brains out.
However…
Gwen ignored Hawke's witty remark and looked again at the blood analysis report Hawke had just produced.
Others might not understand it, but she could.
But it was precisely because she understood it that Gwen gasped.
Hawke's blood data was almost off the charts.
The white blood cell count alone was already at the maximum value the device could display, and the actual number might be even higher.
And what does a white blood cell count mean? It means that Hawke's immune system is extremely powerful and efficient.
With such a powerful immune system, he can almost instantly identify and eliminate any foreign invaders, such as viruses, bacteria, and parasites.
This even demonstrates Hawke's astonishing regenerative abilities.
Gwen recalled the lab accident; in just a moment, she clearly saw Hawke bleed, but his hand recovered instantly.
And there were other data points In short, if Gwen hadn't personally drawn blood from Hawke's finger, she would have absolutely believed the data was fabricated based solely on this one report.
Because this was simply not data a human should possess.
"I saw Captain America's blood test report online."
"Hawk."
"Your data is even more outrageous than Captain America's. You didn't inject yourself with the Super Soldier Serum like Captain America, did you?"
Gwen couldn't help but look at Hawke. After ruling out mutation, only the Super Soldier Serum remained.
But unfortunately…
Hawke shrugged.
"No."
"Okay."
Seeing this, Gwen decisively stopped the conversation, quickly tearing the test report in her hand to shreds.
She also cleaned the machine inside and out, rinsed the test tubes under the tap three times, and finally threw the soggy shreds into the trash can.
She completely eliminated any possibility of the test report and blood sample being accidentally discovered by anyone else.
Hawke watched Gwen finish and couldn't help but chuckle.
"Is it necessary to be so nervous, Wen?"
"It is necessary."
Gwen said to Hawke seriously, "I have no doubt that if your data is exposed, you'll be on the autopsy table."
Hawke raised an eyebrow: "That depends on whether they can catch me."
They can try to catch me.
Because Hawke wouldn't mind letting them go from trying to dying.
Anyway, he's already started killing.
As he said before, killing isn't a choice for him anymore, it's just a matter of how many to kill.
Gwen's expression didn't soften at Hawke's words; instead, she looked at him with a serious expression.
"Hawk!"
"Yes."
"Never let anyone know your blood data."
"...Okay."
Hawke looked at Gwen's serious face, thought for a moment, and nodded.
Gwen's serious expression softened slightly, and as she walked with Hawke towards the lab door, she changed the subject.
"So what do we do next?"
"What?"
"Dr. Connors."
"That's none of our business."
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Hawke shrugged. "It wasn't our fault he turned into a lizard monster. Maybe Dr. Connors is already in Mexico."
Gwen thought for a moment and nodded.
"Maybe."
"Let's not talk about him. What class do you have this afternoon?"
"French. What about you?"
"Geography."
The two talked about their afternoon classes as they left Stark III Laboratory Building behind them.
Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
During these three days, the buzz surrounding the lizard monster gradually subsided.
After all, since the lizard monster appeared on the Williamsburg Bridge that day, it hadn't appeared again in the past three days.
Everyone thought the lizard monster had either been secretly captured by the military or had escaped New York City.
Peter, New Yorker's good neighbor, thought so too.
But in reality, Dr. Lizard had never left. At this very moment, he was in the underground pipes five blocks away from Midtown High School.
In New York City's sewer system, there were platforms at regular intervals.
Dr. Lizard's temporary base was located on one of these platforms.
But at this moment, Dr. Lizard had reverted to Dr. Connors' appearance.
Having experienced being a gigantic, incredibly strong, and physically capable (though ugly) lizard-man, how could he be willing to revert to being weak and even disabled after the dosage was overdone?
Perhaps Dr. Connors' initial intention in injecting the regeneration serum was to prevent the board from using those already pitiful disabled soldiers for experiments.
But now, Dr. Connors had realized something.
There was nothing wrong with being human, but being a lizard-man—stronger, more capable, and with far greater possibilities than ordinary people—was a different story.
So Dr. Connors made a decision.
He would no longer be human; he would become a lizard-man permanently.
And to achieve this goal, he first needed to understand why the only successful mouse had succeeded.
Therefore, for the past three days, he had been watching the recordings from his laboratory.
Finally as the hypnotic mechanical sounds, amplified by the occasional surges of electricity, filled his ears, Dr. Connors, drenched in sweat and covered in grime, suddenly had a flash of insight.
He stared at the frozen image on the screen before him.
It was a scene of a tailless white mouse licking blood from the ground.
Dr. Connors quickly rewound the recording, and soon the image froze on the moment Hawk withdrew his hand from Gwen's eyes.
"Hawk!"
"It's him!"
Upon seeing this, Dr. Connors was jolted, his body trembling uncontrollably.
It was a tremor of joy.
Because he had once formed a good relationship with Hawk, Dr. Connors felt that if he called Hawk, Hawk would surely give him some blood for research.
He thought this, and he acted accordingly.
But just as Dr. Connors was about to take out his phone, suddenly, a voice, seemingly from within, resounded both in his heart and in his ears.
"No, he won't give it to you. With such powerful blood, how could he give you his own blood?" "
..."
Dr. Connors listened to these whispers, which seemed to echo in his heart and whisper in his ear, his eyes becoming unfocused.
"Yes, he won't give it to me. How could he possibly give it to me? But what should I do?"
"Gwen..."
"Grab Gwen! She's Hawke's girlfriend! Grab Gwen! Force him to give you his blood!"
"You're right! Grab Gwen! Force him..."
Dr. Connors's gaze was unfocused as he muttered to himself, picking up the three remaining regeneration potions beside him...
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