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Chapter 52 Hawking's Financial Offensive

"What? You're saying you're going to pay me to help you fight crime?"

Peter drank his Coke and looked at Hawking with a blank expression.

He was just a high school senior about to graduate and go to college. He was often bullied by his classmates. Even now that he had the ability, he never thought of fighting criminals. That was the job of the police.

"Don't worry, you don't need to lift a finger, and there won't be any danger."

All you need to do is take a little time each night, use your abilities to help me find out which crimes are happening, and then tell me, and I'll take care of them.

I can pay you one hundred dollars per hour!

Hawking said in a seductive tone.

He doesn't have much money in his pocket right now, but that's only now; soon he'll have a lot of cash in his hands.

Paying a few hundred dollars a day for a little spider is nothing.

"One hundred per hour!"

Peter Parker's expression changed immediately.

One hundred per hour, three hours at night is three hundred, nine thousand a month, and one hundred thousand a year.

You should know that before his uncle was laid off, he only earned 30,000 to 40,000 yuan a year, which was really tempting for him.

With this money, Uncle Ben no longer needed to work hard to find a job, his college tuition was covered, and he could buy some decent clothes so that he wouldn't feel ashamed in front of the goddess Mary Jane every time.

"I'll think about it."

But then he hesitated, thinking that his uncle and aunt would definitely not agree to him doing such a dangerous job at night.

He has always been a good student and a good child. Asking him to sneak out at night without telling Uncle Ben and Aunt Mei, even though it was to help do a good deed, was a difficult decision.

"It's okay, take your time to think it over. There's no rush. If you've made up your mind, you can call me or send me a text message."

By the way, if you urgently need money, I can advance your salary, even for ten or eight years!

Hawking was not surprised by Peter's reaction, nor did he try to persuade him further; he simply left his phone number.

Peter is currently a newly mutated Spider-Man and hasn't become a real Spider-Man yet. He still has the mindset of a high school student. If he were to become a real Spider-Man, he would actively fight criminals without being told to.

But back then, it wouldn't be easy to trick someone into working for you like it is now.

"Okay, may I ask why you want to fight criminals?"

I've seen many reports on television about mutants, all about the trouble they cause. No mutant would want to use their abilities to fight crime like you do.

Peter picked up the slip of paper with the number on it and looked at Hawking before leaving.

Hawking countered with a question:

"Do you think mutants are all like what's portrayed in the news?"

"No, I don't think so. I think we are all human beings. Just like when I was bitten by a spider, although my body changed, my heart did not change."

I think mutants are similar; we shouldn't deliberately target them.

Peter gave his answer without hesitation.

"As expected of Peter, who is kind by nature."

Hawking smiled upon hearing this:

"That's right, so I want to use my abilities to change people's perception of mutants, so that many mutants who are discriminated against may have a better life."

Of course, fighting crime was one of the things I wanted to do.

A person who, even after turning to the dark side, only buys discounted suits and asks his boss for a permanent position and double pay, shows just how kind-hearted he truly is.

For a Spider-Man like this, sincerity is sometimes more effective than money.

"You are a good person!"

Peter left a message and then pushed open the door to leave the hamburger shop, but the scales in his heart had gradually tipped towards Hawking.

"Spider-Man, almost there."

Judging from Peter's expression as he left, Hawking knew that it was almost certain.

Humming a little tune, he got on his big motorcycle and started his return journey.

Physical training, researching aerial techniques, and practicing magic are all things that cannot be neglected.

10 PM, in the combat simulation room.

"Go harder, harder! Come on, Wanda, you can do it!"

As Hawking supported himself on two fingers and did handstand push-ups, he encouraged Wanda, whose forehead was already sweating as she struggled to control chaos magic to put pressure on him.

Under the pressure of Wanda's chaotic magic, he felt that he had achieved results comparable to the previous few days in just one hour of training.

"I can't take it anymore, Hawking!"

Wanda's body went limp, and she could no longer hold on, collapsing to the ground in exhaustion.

Today marks the first time in her life that she has maintained chaos magic for such a long time.

That's all for today.

Hawking braced himself with two fingers on the ground, then flipped in mid-air and landed easily in front of Wanda.

Being able to persist for an hour was already beyond his expectations.

Keep in mind that Wanda is only thirteen years old and hasn't received much training. It's really not an easy task to concentrate and use chaos magic to put pressure on her to the maximum extent.

With continued practice and improved skills, the time spent persisting and the level of pressure will increase, leading to higher efficiency.

So there's no need to rush, and even so, the results are already very good.

"Ouch, I overexerted myself just now, and I'm too weak to stand up."

When she saw Hawking approaching her, Wanda, who was about to get up, suddenly slumped back to the ground.

Upon seeing this, Hawking quickly stepped forward and picked him up.

"Let me take you back to your room to rest first."

"Hawking, am I really useless?"

Wanda's little trick worked, and her face immediately turned red.

Hawking used to hold her often and toss her into the air and catch her repeatedly. She felt so happy at the time and didn't have any other thoughts. She just felt that it was so great to have Hawking as her brother.

But now, having experienced the first stirrings of love, the feeling of being held by Hawking again is completely different.

"Who said that? You're already very capable, and you've helped me a lot!"

Arriving at Wanda's room, I placed her on the bed:

"Rest here, I have a gift for you."

With that, Hawking turned and went to his room, returning with a box in his hand.

"This is for you."

"Wow, this is...this is the entire Estée Lauder cosmetics line!"

Upon seeing the label on the box, Wanda immediately sat up in bed, grabbed the box, and her face was full of excitement.

Hawking paused for a moment, then smiled and said:

"It seems you've recovered quite a bit, that puts my mind at ease."

He felt somewhat guilty about having Wanda dedicate time each day to helping him with his spiritual practice.

So on the way back, he used all his savings to buy Wanda a complete set of Estée Lauder cosmetics that she had been longing for.

As girls grow up, they find it hard to resist these things.

"Oh yes, I suddenly feel much better now, and my strength has returned."

Realizing what had happened, Wanda quickly put down the box and hurriedly tried to make amends by echoing Hawking's words.

(End of this chapter)