Anna's text message was simple.
Just one name.
Betty Ross.
When Hawke saw this name, his mind immediately went to its origin.
Thaddeus Ross's daughter.
Bruce Banner's wife.
Yes.
Wife.
This happened around the time of the start of the semester.
The Daily Bugle, which focused on all sorts of gossip, published it, along with a photo of Bruce Banner and Betty Ross registering their marriage at New York City Hall.
Peter brought that newspaper.
Because Peter worked part-time at the Daily Bugle, being able to bring a copy of the newspaper every day was a rare perk from the newspaper.
Hawke only glanced at it at the time and didn't pay it any mind.
After all it was Thaddeus Ross who was against him, not Betty Ross.
Just like with the Hulk.
He killed the Hulk, but not Bruce Banner.
The grievances have their perpetrators, and the debts have their debtors.
Hawke didn't play the role of guilt by association.
Hmm.
At least that's what he used to think.
Now?
He understands.
Hawke thought to himself, just then the phone rang.
It was Anna calling, followed by a text message.
He answered.
"Hello."
"Hawk, sorry, it took some time.
The account that transferred money to Davin Simmons is also a well-known information broker on the black market.
It took our people some time to find him, but he still managed to reveal the employer's information."
"Betty Ross."
Hawke wasn't concerned with how Anna found her, only with the result.
"Are you sure it's her?"
"Yes, Betty Ross's bank account had $200,000 transferred to this intelligence agent five days ago.
After that, the intelligence agent contacted Davin Simmons.
By the way, our people also found a recording of Betty Ross's conversation with the intelligence agent.
Do you need it?"
"No, as long as we haven't gotten the wrong person."
"Absolutely not wrong. It's easy to find. I've sent you Betty Ross's address in New York."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Hawke thanked Anna again, then hung up the phone.
He glanced at the address sent in the text message, then put the phone back in his pocket, his expression calm.
He was a quick learner.
After all, learning is the ladder of human progress.
This time was no different.
He used to believe in the principle of "every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor."
But Betty Ross pulled this stunt.
If it weren't for the fact that he happened to activate the 'Dragon' constellation, and his cosmos was elevated by the appearance of the 'Dragon' and 'Phoenix' constellations, and he hadn't coincidentally found the door to the 'Sixth Sense', thus triggering the warning from his Sixth Sense at the moment Gwen left.
What would have happened if his sixth sense hadn't warned him?
Hawke didn't dare to think about it.
Even if the worst happened, he could run to hell and rescue Gwen.
But what if he couldn't go?
So! Lessons learned from the past.
It's never too late to mend the fence after the sheep are lost.
This was experience, and a lesson.
In the future this kind of thing won't happen again.
Hawke's thoughts raced, replacing the idea of "the grievance has its perpetrator, the debt has its debtor" with "a family should be together," before walking out of the office building behind him.
Peter, who was outside, saw Hawke come out and was about to greet him when he suddenly sensed the killing intent emanating from Hawke.
His spider-sense made his hair stand on end, and he involuntarily stopped.
Hawke looked at Peter, his killing intent subsiding: "Peter? You didn't leave? Where's Mary?"
Peter came to his senses.
"Mary went to find Gwen."
"What about you?"
Hawke walked down the steps and followed Peter toward the school gate.
"Something wrong?"
Peter nodded.
"I was going to ask if you needed my help, but you probably don't need me now. If nothing unexpected happens, you should already know who's trying to kidnap Gwen."
Hawke hummed in agreement.
Peter said, "Okay then. Give me a call if you need anything.
I'm going to find Harry.
He called me yesterday, and he seemed a bit off."
Hawke asked curiously, "Harry? Didn't he say last time that he had successfully taken over Osborn Bio-Industry?"
Harry Osborn had come to the school at the beginning of the semester, but he was there to ask for leave.
Because Norman had passed away, he needed to take control of Osborn as soon as possible.
Hawke remembered that Harry had said at the beginning of the semester that with Felicia Hardy's help, he had successfully taken over Osborn Bio-Industry.
"Who knows?"
Peter shook his head and said to Hawke, "I'll be going now.
Give me a call if you need anything."
Hawke smiled and nodded.
"Okay, I'll keep in touch by phone."
"By phone."
After waving goodbye to Hawke, Peter ran towards the nearby grove of trees.
A moment later, Spider-Man appeared, and with a whoosh, he grabbed a web that had been shot somewhere and disappeared from sight again.
He didn't even ask Hawke what he planned to do with the kidnapper.
Because there was no need to ask.
Hawke would definitely kill her.
It was a done deal.
He was certain, and he understood it; if someone tried to kidnap his Aunt May, he would kill them too.
No exceptions.
Just like when he killed the man who killed Uncle Ben.
Once again.
This Peter Parker was Spider-Man, the bully Maguire.
He might be kind, but he was definitely not a saint.
Perhaps that's why Venom's greatest evil was nothing more than a raise and a discounted suit.
Hawke watched Spider-Man disappear from sight in the blink of an eye, smiled, looked away, then walked out of the school gate and hailed a taxi.
"Jersey City."
"Lincoln Park."
"Okay."
The white driver glanced at Hawke getting in through the rearview mirror, listened to the address, and nodded with delight, quickly starting the meter and driving off.
Because this was a high-value order, even if there was no receipt after delivery, he would still make a profit.
The white driver thought to himself, happily stepping on the gas and driving towards Jersey City across the Hudson River.
Hawke, sitting in the back seat, squinted as he watched the scenery flash by outside the window.
About forty-five minutes later ,they arrived at Lincoln Park, located on the easternmost edge of Jersey City.
Hawke paid the fare and got out of the car. Standing at the entrance of Lincoln Park, he spun around, his gaze instantly landing on a not-so-luxurious, but definitely upscale, apartment building across the street, directly opposite the entrance to Lincoln Park.
The next second,his phone rang.
Hawke took his phone out of his pocket, glanced at the caller ID, and held it to his ear.
The moment the call connected, a woman's voice, sounding quite assertive , came through.
"Hawk, Victoria Hand, S.H.I.E.L.D., about this."
"Fuck off!"
Hawke interrupted before the voice could finish, then hung up and walked across the street towards the Lincoln Park apartment building.
According to Anna's information, Betty Ross had moved from Washington D.C. to the Lincoln Park apartment building in Jersey City last month after marrying Bruce Banner.
Bruce Banner appears to have joined a Stark Industries laboratory.
As for Betty Ross?
She seems to have stopped working after her marriage, staying secluded in her Lincoln Park apartment.
At the New York S.H.I.E.L.D. Operations Command Center, Victoria Hand, dressed in her S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform and hands on her hips—a former military intelligence officer who joined S.H.I.E.L.D.—sat with a slight twitch of her lips as she watched the glaring red light of the disconnected call on the large screen.
She then took out her phone and dialed Maria Hill.
"Hey!"
"Something's happened. Hawke has found Betty Ross."
"So fast?"
Maria Hill, at the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, was shocked, but more than that, she frowned.
"Weren't you guys keeping an eye on Betty Ross to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid?"
Victoria Hand sighed.
"We thought she'd given up after two months.
Besides, she's been staying home since moving from Washington to Jersey City, and her bank account is with Stark Bank.
Tony is still recovering, and the latest authorization code hasn't arrived yet."
Maria Hill felt a headache coming on.
"Where's Hawke now?"
"He's upstairs"
"Hiss!"
Maria Hill gasped, jumping up from her seat, her voice cracking.
"Betty?"
"At home."
"Where's Bruce?"
"He went to work in the lab."
"..."
Maria Hill fell silent, unsure what to say.
Victoria Hand frowned. "What do we do now? Just watch him kill Betty?"
Maria Hill, hearing this, smiled bitterly.
"Can we stop him? Besides, since he found Betty, it means he already knows that Betty struck first."
"But he killed Thaddeus Ross."
"Ross struck first too."
Maria Hill took a deep breath.
"You kill me, I kill you.
This is a never-ending mess, and it's pointless."
Maria Hill decisively ended the conversation, and after a pause, made a decision.
"Forget it, let him be. S.H.I.E.L.D. shouldn't get involved."
"Uh"
S.H.I.E.L.D. maintains world peace, not just one family's peace.
Hawke has been living a normal life since returning from Quantico.
This whole thing was started by Betty Ross.
I won't risk S.H.I.E.L.D. with someone who doesn't bother me, I won't bother them."
"..."
Victoria Hand opened her mouth, listening to Maria Hill's reasoning on the phone, but chose not to refute it.
The truth is, Betty struck first.
Although the kidnapping attempt failed, it was Gwen's luck, not Betty's.
Meanwhile, while the two female leaders of S.H.I.E.L.D. were on the phone, Hawke had already arrived on the tenth floor of Betty's apartment and stood at the door.
Hawke raised his hand, preparing to push the door open.
The next second!
The door had already been opened from the inside.
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