With the Hell Witch's departure,instantly,the area under the Manhattan Bridge fell into darkness again.
But for both Hawke and Peter, the darkness didn't prevent them from seeing as clearly as in daylight.
Peter stared at the vanished Hell Witch, opening his mouth.
"She's gone?"
"Obviously, yes."
"Then."
"Never mind, it's the Osborn family's private matter."
"Okay."
Peter, still somewhat shaken by the image of being easily bound by the Hell Witch, looked at Hawke.
"Thanks, Hawke."
"No problem, I'm leaving now, want to continue playing?"
"No."
Peter shook his head: "Never mind, I'm going home too."
Hawke hummed in agreement, waved to Peter, and then vanished instantly.
Seeing this, Peter also pulled on a spider web, swung on a swing, and left.
Under the pitch-black Manhattan Bridge, only a robber, pinned to the wall, his expression crazed and seemingly insane, remained.
Soon.
Back home, Hawke showered again, then lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, recalling the Hellswitch who had vanished without a word.
He had been hoping to get some information from her about the entrance to Hell after she opened up.
But the witch was indeed aloof.
Forget it, thinking about the entrance to Hell was premature.
He should focus on getting his hands on the Reality Stone first.
Hawke thought to himself, then slowly closed his eyes, focusing his mind on his own universe, patiently testing his sixth sense.
Harry Osborn's death had dominated the headlines of New York's major media outlets.
But the world doesn't cease to function without someone.
Just like Tony Stark, Iron Man, news of him hadn't appeared in the newspapers for a long time since last Christmas.
The same was true for Harry Osborn.
Aside from the initial media coverage, news about Harry Osborn gradually diminished after his burial and the release of his notarized will.
Wall Street media focused primarily on Felicia Hardy, who succeeded Harry Osborn as the head of Osborn Biotech.
Notably, after news of Hardy's succession spread, Osborn Biotech's stock not only stopped falling but also quickly rebounded.
In the words of Wall Street insiders, Felicia Hardy was a familiar face.
She started as Norman Osborn's secretary, helping him manage the company during his illness, and later assisting Harry Osborn.
Now, she was directly managing it herself.
This background likely reminded investors of a familiar name:
Pepper Potts, CEO of Stark Industries.
A few days later, the investors had given Felicia Hardy a nickname:
"Black Cat!"
"What's that nickname again?"
The day before their group trip to London, Hawke, Gwen, Peter, and Mary gathered again, confirming the itinerary while chatting about the gossip that had been circulating.
Mary was the main storyteller.
After all, Mary's nickname as the "Queen of Gossip" wasn't undeserved.
"It's said that Felicia has a black cat, and it's really beautiful, so the nickname 'Black Cat' came about."
"Black Cat."
Gwen blinked upon hearing this.
"I remember when I was interning at Osborne, there was indeed a black cat in the company. I always thought it belonged to the security department."
After all, they had mice in their lab.
So, when Gwen was interning at Osborne, she often saw a black cat wandering around outside their lab.
She originally thought that the black cat belonged to the security department to catch mice.
She never expected it was Felicia's.
"By the way,"
Mary smiled, then her eyes lit up as she said to Gwen, "Do you remember those guys we met at the funeral, those who were kicked out by Felicia's people? Were they Harry's uncles?"
Gwen nodded.
"I remember, what happened?"
"They sued in court to annul Harry's will, but the court refused to accept it."
"It would be strange if they accepted it."
Gwen shook her head speechlessly. "Harry's will was made when he was lucid, and there was a video recording.
There were also lawyers from the law firm present. Any judge with a sound mind would not accept this case; they would be criticized."
Mary shrugged and then said, "That's not what I wanted to talk about. I heard that Harry's second uncle was also diagnosed with a hereditary disease a few days ago. "
Gwen's eyes lit up as she looked at Mary.
Hawk and Peter, who were sitting to the side, were simply dragged along by the two women to make up the numbers.
They looked at each other.
Their eyes met.
Hawk smiled and shook his head impassively.
It was still the same thing.
This was a private matter between Hellwitch and the Osborn family.
There was no need to get involved.
If Harry were still alive, Peter would probably have gone to the court if he knew about this. But Harry was dead.
Besides Harry, Peter wasn't very familiar with the other members of the Osborn family, and they might not even look at him.
So.
Peter, seeing Hawke's expression, thought for a moment and also chose to mute himself.
Time flew by as Mary and Gwen chatted gossiping and confirming their travel itinerary.
By the time Hawke and Gwen returned to Stacy's apartment, it was already six o'clock in the evening.
Helen had already prepared dinner.
The same people were there.
The dish was the classic lemon sea bass.
Helen still wore the expression of a mother-in-law looking at her son-in-law with increasing delight, while George still wore the same long face as a father-in-law looking at his son-in-law with growing displeasure .
Gwen's two younger brothers were as mischievous and cheerful as ever.
Hawke watched this scene, then looked at Gwen beside him, who also wore a happy smile, and suddenly thought of Electro, whom he had punched to death a while ago. Electro.
The power plant.
Gwen.
Hawke suddenly realized where the feeling of relief he had felt after killing Electro had come from.
After dinner,Hawke drove back to his home on Palm Street.
But as soon as Hawke pushed open the garage door and entered the living room, the first thing he saw was a ball of blue flame floating by the fireplace.
The next second,the blue flame gradually took shape, and once again, the Hellswitch he had seen under the Manhattan Bridge a while ago appeared in front of the fireplace.
Hawke raised an eyebrow, tossed his car keys into the fruit bowl that Gwen had bought as a decoration, and walked towards the sofa.
The Hellscream's voice remained as eerie as ever.
"Thank you."
"..."
Was she realizing he had indeed been able to kill them back then?
Hawke listened to the thank you, thinking to himself, then smiled slightly and cut to the chase: "Could you tell me where the entrance to Hell is?"
The Hellscream paused, then spoke again in a similar eerie tone.
This time, however, her tone had changed.
It seemed as if several women of different ages and personalities were speaking.
"The entrance to the Hell dimension has been closed."
"It happened recently."
"It seems Mephisto was beaten up."
"And then he closed the entrance to the Hell dimension."
"..."
Hawke listened to this somewhat chattering voice, looking at the Hellscream with curiosity.
The Hellscream's voice returned to normal this time.
"I'm sorry, we were burned together back then, and our souls are intertwined. Because we can't forgive, we've come up for revenge."
"I understand."
Hawke nodded: "The grievances have their source, the debts have their debtors. You take your revenge; I won't interfere."
The Hellscream thanked him again.
Hawke then steered the conversation back to Hell: "You just said the entrance to Hell was closed?"
Good heavens.
So Mephisto was just bluffing?
He kept saying he was weak, but then he went back to Hell and shut the gates?
That doesn't make sense.
He knows he's strong now, but in the eyes of the gods, he's still no match.
Hawke thought curiously.
Just then,the Hell Witch spoke up, explaining, "It's said that some time ago, Mephisto went to Earth, but he was discovered by the representative of the Kamar-Taj dimension, who beat him up.
After returning, Mephisto closed the entrance to Hell."
Kamar-Taj.
Representative.
The Ancient One?
Hawke gasped, "The Ancient One didn't kill Mephisto, did she?"
He couldn't have killed him.
He still needed to go to Hell to pick up his sister.
The Hell Witch shook her head: "Mephisto is the ruler of Hell. As long as Hell exists, Mephisto will not die."
Hawke breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at the Hell Witch.
"Do you know when the portal to Hell Dimension will open?"
"Yes."
"Then do me a favor. Let me know after the portal to Hell Dimension opens; I need to go there."
"Okay."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
After speaking, the Hell Witch quietly stared at Hawke for a moment, then transformed back into a ball of blue flame and threw it into the fireplace.
*Boom!*
A flash of blue light appeared in the fireplace, and then the entire living room was plunged into darkness.
Seeing this, Hawke turned and headed towards the bedroom on the third floor.
Wait.
He suddenly stopped and blinked.
Mephisto was hit by the Ancient One?
That shouldn't be the case.
Mephisto is a god, and the Ancient One, no matter how powerful, isn't a god.
Right.
The Ancient One has the Time Stone.
Okay.
Hawke smiled wryly after realizing this, then shook his head.
Never mind.
Right now, the Reality Stone is the most important thing for him.
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