You cannot speak too soon.
What if it backfires?
After all, it has been almost seventeen years since he came here, but Hawk still hasn't figured out whether this is the Marvel Cinematic Universe or the Marvel Comics Universe.
Furthermore.
There is also a Scarlet Witch in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.
Scarlet Witch Wanda, she is Magneto's daughter, 100% his daughter.
So...
What if it's really because his current strength and level are too low, preventing him from encountering Mutants? If he speaks too soon now, how will he clean up the mess later?
However, it's best if they don't appear.
If Mutants appear, what if his Lorna really is Polaris Lorna? How would he explain the bedtime stories about Mutants he told Lorna when she was little?
As soon as Hawk thought of this question, he felt a headache.
Frankly speaking, on one hand, given his cheat, Hawk very much hoped this World had Mutants, but on the other hand, Hawk wasn't too keen on Mutants appearing.
It's very uncomfortable.
This feeling of both fear and anticipation continued on the way to school on Manhattan Island.
Lorna, sitting in the passenger seat, looked at Hawk, whose expression was full of strangeness, and asked with concern, "Are you alright? You've had that expression since breakfast. It can't be, I ate too, two pieces."
As expected of top-grade beef, the taste truly is different.
Hawk glanced at Lorna and shook his head.
He wanted some peace and quiet.
Lorna raised an eyebrow, seemingly thinking of something: "Oh my God, you're not worried about what I said, are you? Don't worry, I was just joking. How could I possibly blow up the Earth? If I blew up the Earth, where would we live, right? Don't worry, at most I'll blow up everyone else except us two, and then the entire Earth will only have us two left. We can go wherever we want."
Hawk listened to Lorna's utterly Terrorists-like remarks, his mouth twitching, but he still admonished, "Alright, we're almost at school. Remember, don't..."
Lorna interrupted Hawk before he could finish, "Don't worry, don't expose my ability to change hair color. I know."
"Then why did you change your hair color outside the house last night?"
"Who told you not to come home so late? I thought you went out and fooled around with some bi... bad woman."
...We are siblings."
Hawk was silent for a moment, then, feeling a bit helpless, he once again corrected their increasingly strange relationship since Lorna entered adolescence: "Older brother and younger sister, understand?"
Lorna glanced at Hawk.
"Fake."
...
"Don't think I didn't see that document you kept in the safe, the one from the orphanage."
...That's not important."
Hawk drove the car into the campus, parked it in the parking lot, and looked at Lorna, who was staring intently at him from the passenger seat: "Anyway, according to the official records, we are siblings, understand?"
Lorna nodded: "Understood. You mean, as long as we cut ties, we can be together?"
Hawk opened his mouth: "That's not..."
"I understand."
Lorna didn't give Hawk another chance to speak. She directly pushed the door open, got out of the car, then turned and looked at Hawk, who was still sitting in the car: "In four more years, when I'm twenty-one, I'll go to City Hall and cut ties with you, and then we can be together. Don't worry, within these four years, you can do whatever you want, I don't care. After all, you're still my brother, right, Brother!"
Hmm.
Although the U.S. considers sixteen years old to be adulthood, allowing one to get a driver's license.
But...
Twenty-one is considered true adulthood.
Once I'm twenty-one, I'll break ties with you without the slightest hesitation. You want to find me a sister-in-law? Dream on! I'll be my own sister-in-law!
After speaking.
Thump.
Lorna turned around, closed the door, and walked away elegantly, leaving only Hawk in the car, his brain operating at hyper-speed.
WTF?
Who am I?
Where am I?
What just happened?
If Zoe Benson, a female classmate who happened to be passing by, hadn't knocked on the window, seeing Hawk still sitting motionless in the car, Hawk probably would have kept his brain operating at hyper-speed until dark.
Zoe Benson, with golden hair, a sweet face, and wearing tight jeans, looked at Hawk after he got out of the car and asked curiously, "Hawk, what were you doing in the car?"
Hawk rubbed his face and shook his head: "Nothing, I just encountered a very strange thing. Oh, by the way, why are you so late today? You used to arrive at school by seven o'clock."
Zoe Benson, Midtown High School, a non-famous top student.
Uh...
Gwen Stacy is a famous top student, known both inside and outside the school.
Zoe shook her head, and as she walked with Hawk towards the classroom, she sighed, "Don't mention it. The Police came to take a statement last night."
"Statement."
Hawk was stunned and looked at Zoe: "I don't remember your house being in Star..."
At this point, Hawk paused.
He had originally wanted to say, what kind of Police would go to Zoe's house to take a statement? After all, the building where Zoe lives could, in a sense, be considered a shareholder of the New York Police Department.
But...
Hawk suddenly remembered the name of the apartment building Zoe lived in.
Star Tower.
It was the building where he committed the crime last night.
Zoe looked at Hawk, who had stopped mid-sentence, smiled, and didn't suspect anything. Instead, she said, "It seems you saw it in today's newspaper too. It was so lively at our place last night. I heard that Mr. Hammer, who lived on the twenty-seventh floor, died. Justin Hammer also came, I heard, and the New York Police Department chief also rushed over. Because our family lives on the twenty-eighth floor, I couldn't sleep well last night."
Hawk looked at Zoe, his expression unchanged: "Yes, I only found out when I read the newspaper this morning. Goodness, your place is Star Tower, isn't it? Weren't they supposed to have excellent security?"
Zoe also sighed: "Who knows? But when I went downstairs this morning, I heard others say that the person who killed Mr. Hammer was a professional killer."
"Is that so?"
"Mhm."
Zoe nodded, recounting what she had heard that morning, her face full of relief: "Yes, I heard from a neighbor that this killer disguised himself as Lauren's math tutor, who lives on the twenty-sixth floor. Then, I don't know how, he climbed directly from the twenty-sixth floor into Lam Hammer's home, killed him, and took all the valuable things from his house."
...Is that so?
"Good thing I don't need a private tutor."
Zoe felt a bit fortunate, patting her chest: "But Lauren is miserable. We had planned to come to school together today, but she has to go see a Doctor with her mother. God bless, I hope Lauren doesn't end up with any psychological trauma."
Hawk nodded.
The next second.
Hawk looked up.
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