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Chapter 54 I am irreconcilably opposed to evil

"This guy is quite dedicated, but he seems to be having some bad luck."

At midnight, after brilliantly solving several crimes, Hawking unexpectedly ran into an acquaintance.

This familiar face was none other than Eddie Brock, the top reporter for the Daily Bugle. However, at this moment, he was being robbed by a few thugs cornering him on the street... and sexually assaulted?

Those thugs clearly had some peculiar fetishes; after robbing Eddie's camera and wallet, they actually started forcibly pulling down Eddie's pants.

"Oh no, brothers, please don't do this! You want money, right? I'll give you all of it. If that's not enough, I can go to the bank and withdraw as much as I want. Please let me go!"

Eddie clutched his pants tightly, his voice trembling with tears.

Damn, I'd heard that the South Bronx was dangerous at night, and even many experienced journalists didn't want to come here at night.

But he didn't expect it to be so dangerous. Robbing him was one thing, he wasn't short of money, but to also sexually assault him was going too far. He was a normal man with a girlfriend.

"I should have called a few more people; at least then we'd have some ability to resist!"

Because he wanted to curry favor with his boss, he was thinking of making a trip to the South Bronx while writing tomorrow's front page, hoping to find some more material to add to the front page report.

Instead of finding any material, he was blocked by a few perverts. Was he going to lose his virginity here today?

If that were the case, he would love to eat all of these guys alive!

As Eddie watched his jeans and boxer shorts being forcibly torn apart, and saw the excited faces of the several tall, burly thugs in front of him, Eddie, who had just graduated from university a few years ago and was in the prime of his life with fair skin, suddenly felt a sense of despair.

However, at that moment, a golden figure descended from the sky like a god, and with just a few waves of his hand, he swatted those perverted thugs away as if swatting flies.

He even pointed at his pants and, with some kind of magical power, restored them to their original state.

"Friend, hurry up and put your pants on!"

The authoritative yet warm voice instantly dispelled all the despair in his heart, allowing him to see the light again.

He vowed that from this day forward, the God of War who had saved his life would be his greatest idol, and anyone who crossed the God of War would be crossing Eddie.

"Thank you so much, thank you so much!"

Eddie hurriedly pulled up his pants and retrieved his camera and wallet.

"Try not to be alone in this place at night, otherwise it's very unsafe. Go home quickly."

Hawking nodded and turned to leave.

As a top reporter for the Daily Bugle and his main contributor to future news, he would naturally try to save him if he could. However, if it were someone else, he might not necessarily step in on such a clearly low-justice case.

At this moment, Eddie quickly stepped in front of him and introduced himself:

"I'm Eddie, a reporter from The Daily Bugle. Can I ask you a few questions?"

Of course, it's okay if you don't want to answer.

"explain."

Hawking paused for a moment, then nodded.

Some things, if conveyed through Eddie's mouth, would enrich his image and also boost the sales of the Daily Bugle—a win-win situation.

"no problem."

Eddie immediately took out his notebook and started taking notes.

"Where are you from? Are you human?"

"I was born on Earth and was born with these abilities."

"How old are you?"

"About the same as you."

"Why do you choose to fight crime at night?"

"Because I am irreconcilably opposed to evil!"

Eddie was stunned by Hawking's answer.

"There was once an evil crime that happened before my eyes, and I did not intervene. After it was over, I regretted it deeply. There is nothing more painful in the world than this."

So I made up my mind to be irreconcilable with evil, to become the nemesis of evil, and to eradicate evil!

After making up a few random sentences, Hawking leaped and disappeared from Eddie's sight.

At this moment, Eddie suddenly realized that although it was only a few words, he had already imagined a lot of the plot.

He thought Hawking was most likely a mutant who was afraid of being targeted for revealing his abilities, so he didn't dare to take action until he encountered a crime. Being kind, he blamed himself for the incident and began to put on armor to fight evil.

At this moment, he was bursting with ideas for tomorrow's front page: a tragic superhero story that would greatly evoke public sympathy and approval.

"Go back and write your article right away!"

Eddie stomped hard on the middle of the group of thugs a few times, then quickly went to the parking lot to find his car and returned to Manhattan.

"It wouldn't be bad if this guy really became Venom in the future."

After leaving Eddie, Hawking continued to fight crime, and he was more active in dealing with dangerous and crowded incidents.

The former gives more justice points, while the latter can make you famous faster.

He didn't stop until 3 a.m., because he was preparing to do something else.

"Flavoid!"

With a gentle touch, the gleaming golden armor instantly transformed into a black nightsuit.

With a stomp of his feet, he vanished from his spot and disappeared into the darkness.

He collapsed to the ground, completely unconscious!

On the roof of a luxurious villa, Hawking lightly jumped onto the balcony and casually cast a stun spell on the sleeping old man in the bedroom.

Then he slowly walked to the bedside and to the large safe that stood there.

According to the bald gang leader's confession, the old man on the bed was probably the most powerful gang leader in the area, owning two casinos and four "specialty" bars, and also involved in the noodle business.

When he arrived at the gate, there were more than twenty men patrolling the yard, each armed with a gun.

However, those ordinary people posed no threat to him at all. With his skill, he easily dodged everyone in a few flashes and silently arrived at the master bedroom.

"This safe looks really high-end."

The safe in front of me, which is as tall as a person, is obviously not a cheap one. It not only has a password and fingerprint, but also an iris scan verification.

"But it doesn't work for me."

Hawking pointed his hand towards the safe:

"The Arahomon Opens!"

"Thud!"

The safe opened instantly.

As for unlocking spells or door-opening spells, as long as they are not protected by magical energy, they can open any lock or door, regardless of its type.

This is the magic of the Harry Potter world; although its power is not strong, it is quite idealistic, as if it involves the concept of laws.

Hawking even believed that if his mental strength were strong enough and his research into spells were in-depth enough, this door-opening spell might not only be able to open ordinary doors, but also other things with doors.

For example, the front of the heart, the anus, the forehead...

After all, it's a form of magic based on idealism, so it makes sense in theory. The reason he can't do it is simply because he's not powerful enough.

(End of this chapter)