Marvel: Awakening the Universe.

Chapter 176 The Skull in the Pacific Ocean (First Update!)

To travel to the Pacific Ocean on Osborne's private plane?

Stop it.

Osborne might dare to drive, but he wouldn't dare to sit in it.

Leaving aside the fact that the Parker couple, who were the last to travel on Osborn's private plane, disappeared without a trace over the Pacific Ocean, even considering Hawke's confirmed special constitution that he would inevitably encounter trouble if he left New York City by means of transportation, he had no thoughts whatsoever.

Go on foot!
Although it takes some physical effort, it's still better than getting into some unpleasant trouble.

The most important thing.

He could have gotten there faster by flying himself; by the time he would have spent running to the airport to catch a private jet, he would have arrived much earlier.

Just like it is now.

Over the Pacific Ocean, Hawke, guided by his mobile phone's satellite navigation, arrived at the secret maritime experimental platform in Osborn. As he peered down from the clouds, he immediately spotted the experimental platform, which stood like a steel behemoth on the vast ocean, not far away.

The entire platform is made up of countless huge metal skeletons that interlock and weld together, rising from the surging sea. Countless huge and thick pillars support this huge platform, which is about the size of two standard football fields.

but……

At this moment, the massive platform was devoid of any human presence, lights, or even emergency lights. Bathed in the setting sun, the enormous platform exuded an eerie atmosphere.

Boom!
Hawke landed on the platform floor with his right toe and then stood firmly on the platform.

look around.

The helipad, where an emergency helicopter should have been parked, was empty. There was no human activity around, only the sound of waves crashing against the platform's supports below.

But Peter did indeed live here.

With all six senses activated, Hawke detected Peter's lingering presence here.

only……

The lingering scent here hasn't been updated for some time; it seems Peter hasn't returned for about four or five days.

and……

Besides the faint trace of Peter's scent, there was also a strong, almost dried-out smell of blood.

Hawke raised an eyebrow, followed the lingering scent of Peter and the dried blood, opened the door, and stepped into the building on the platform.

As soon as Hawke stepped inside, a bloody scene immediately came into view.

Blood!

Blood was everywhere, almost soaking the entire corridor. Not only the corridor, but also the walls and ceiling were covered in blood.

The blood had dried, appearing to have been there for at least three to five days, and was now emitting a stench no less offensive than that of a biological weapon in this sweltering environment.

However, Hawke couldn't smell it.

The instant he opened the door, a thought struck him, and he wisely shut off his sense of smell.

Ignoring the blood that filled his vision, Hawke went straight to the door of the room that Peter used to rest in the evening when he was on this platform.

open the door.

A single bed, a desk, and an ensuite bathroom are all that this room has to offer.

The blankets on the bed were in disarray.

The items on the desk were in disarray, and even Peter's clothes were scattered on the floor, suggesting that Peter had left in a great hurry.

"so……"

"What happened here?"

Hawke entered Peter's room, looked around but found no useful clues. Curious, he turned and walked out of the room, his gaze falling on the blood that covered the entire corridor.

He subconsciously suspected that Peter might have encountered Pacific pirates.

but……

"Pacific pirates?"

"impossible."

"Let alone pirates, even seals, Peter should be able to handle them."

After all, his version of Peter is a real spider demon.

It's the Spider-Man who can hold a train by himself with his bare hands, not the Amazing Spider-Man whose ankle can be shot through, nor the talkative Spider-Man who needs his godfather's help to hold a cargo ship.

Let alone a bunch of pirates who only know how to shoot with their faith, even if elite SEALs came, the Spider Demon wouldn't be intimidated.

It's important to know that Maguire's reputation as a bully is well-deserved.

and so……

Where did Peter go?

Hawke pondered this with curiosity, then looked at the bloodstains in the corridor. After a moment's thought, he followed the trail of blood to the door on the other side, then pushed it open and went out.

The blood spread down the deck toward the platform railing, and then stopped abruptly at the railing.

Hawke leaned out and glanced down.

into the eye.

The remaining half of a corpse instantly came into view on the pillar supporting the platform below.

at this time.

A faint sound reached Hawke's ears.

Hawke snapped out of his daze and looked up at the control room above, following the direction from which the sound came.

next second.

He disappeared.

A man with a face covered in scabs and an unpleasant odor, hiding in the platform control room, quickly caught the cup lid that was about to fall, and then hurriedly looked again in the direction where Hawke had just been standing.

then……

He was stunned. "Where did they go? They were just there a moment ago."

"Behind you."

Hawke's voice came from behind the man.

The man shuddered, and instinctively turned the pistol in his hand away.

Bang!
The bullet left the barrel with a thud, whistling as it hurtled toward Hawke's face, which was directly in front of him.

Hawke didn't dodge or evade.

Duang!

The bullet, having been fired, was held quietly between Hawke's two fingers.

next second.

He kicked out, sending the man who had fired the shot flying onto the control panel.

The man responded with a piercing scream.

Hawke then walked over, pulled the man off the control panel, and looked at the man who had rolled a few times on the floor, asking, "What happened here? Where are Peter and Felicia? Where did they go?"

The man, who had rolled to the ground and was feeling that his life was about to end, shuddered again upon hearing this. Ignoring the pain, he looked at Hawke in disbelief and asked, "Wait, you're not one of them?"

Hawke raised an eyebrow.

"Them? Who are they?"

"Those demons."

The man gritted his teeth.

Upon hearing this, Hawke walked up to the man, casually waved his hand, and with telekinesis, lifted the man off the floor and placed him on a stool. He then put his hands in his pockets and looked at the dumbfounded man.

"Let's start from the beginning."

"Gudong!"

The man was startled by Hawke's move, but he also understood how easy it would be for Hawke to kill him if he wanted to. So, after swallowing hard, he began to recount what had happened that night.

To be precise, it was the night five days ago.

That night, there was a violent storm, so all the staff on the platform returned to their work areas early, leaving only him and one other person on duty in the control room.

Everything was peaceful at first; it was just an ordinary, stormy night.

But suddenly everything changed.

He didn't know when it started, but a group of guys sneaked onto the platform, pushed open the door, and shot his companion dead on the spot, and also fired a shot at him.

But the shot didn't kill him; it just happened to pass through his ear, though he was so frightened that he fainted.

Upon hearing this, Hawke glanced at the man's ears, which were now wrapped up and emitting a foul odor due to a lack of medicine, and nodded.

"continue."

"Ok."

Upon hearing this, the man did not hesitate and continued to recount what happened next.

He woke up shortly after passing out and then heard loud gunshots coming from the rest area.

The man was terrified. He was about to press the emergency button when he discovered that all the power had been cut off. Later, listening to the noise, driven by the will to survive, he climbed out of the window and, under the cover of darkness, endured the pain and hid outside the command room.

Then he heard the continuous splashing sounds of water outside. When the sounds completely disappeared, he couldn't hold on any longer and finally turned back over.

Hawke walked to the window the man had described and peered outside.

There was indeed a small platform outside that could provide support, and there was also some dried blood residue on the walls.

Hawke reached out and rubbed his fingers back and forth on the dried blood, then withdrew his fingers and smelled them.

Ok.

That's definitely the man's voice.

Hawke put aside his suspicions, then turned to the man and asked, "What's your name?"

“Os, Os Grant, Osborn Level 3 Biological Researcher.”

“Os”.

Hawke ignored the latter part of the man's words and looked at him: "Do you know who they are?"

Os shook his head blankly, and during the movement, his inflamed ear throbbed with pain, causing him to wince.

"Where are Peter and Felicia?"

“Parker and Miss didn’t come back that night. The original plan was to go to Alcatraz the next day to deliver supplies, but…”

"Wait, Alcatraz?"

Hawke heard the somewhat familiar name: "Isn't Alcatraz in New York City?"

Os smiled wryly and said, "It's not Alcatraz in New York City, but Alcatraz in the Pacific Ocean. No, to be precise, it's called Skull Island because it looks exactly like a skull when viewed from the sky, so we call it Alcatraz or Skull Island."

Skull Island?
This name...

Why does this sound so familiar?
Hawke's heart moved.

His sixth sense kicked in; it seemed that the source of his sixth sense—that he might gain something from this journey—came from the Skull Island that Os had just mentioned.

wrong.

It's not just a possibility, it's a certainty.

Hawke felt his sixth sense stirring, and thought to himself, then looked up and looked seriously at Os sitting in the chair.

"Are Peter and Felicia on this Skull Island?"

“Mr. Parker and Felicia arrived on Skull Island a month ago after we found a safe route there.”

"..."

(End of this chapter)