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Meanwhile, in Queens.
Peter Parker was agonizing over whether to agree to Hawking’s conditions, whether to tell Uncle Ben and Aunt May about his mutation, when suddenly he saw through the window a beautiful silhouette illuminated by the light behind the curtains across the street, and his expression instantly became infatuated.
It was Mary Jane, the goddess he had always secretly loved, changing clothes after showering.
Indeed, Mary Jane, the school’s crush, lived next door to his house, except her boyfriend, the school’s football, Thompsonmpson, and her family was relatively wealthy.
He was just a school nobody, skinny, bullied, and from a low-income family after his parents died early.
So even though the goddess’s room was less than five meters away from his, he never dared to initiate a conversation with her. The same was true at school.
“Did you buy the beer?”
“Can’t you buy it yourself?”
“I work every day to earn money for this family!”
“Well, I take care of the household!”
However, he soon heard voices arguing across the street; it was Mary Jane’s parents fighting again.
“So annoying, you only know how to fight daily. I’m going out!”
“Where do you think you’re going this late?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“Get out, just as stupid as your mother, not focusing on school, only knowing how to mess around!”
“The dishes in the sink still need to be washed. Only after washing them can you go out.”
Seeing the goddess seem to be going out, he quickly went downstairs, picked up the kitchen trash bag, and pretended to go out to throw the trash.
As usual, he encountered the goddess who had just stepped out.
But this time, he did not stay silent; instead, he mustered the courage to greet her.
The mutation of his body also gave him more confidence in himself.
Because of what happened during the day, Mary Jane had a significant change of heart towards Peter, so they hit it off for a while.
However, before Peter could be happy, a fantastic sports car stopped on the road ahead, driven by Mary Jane’s boyfriend Thompson.
“Hey, Mary, try my birthday gift. I’ll take you to my birthday party for a night of revelry!”
“Sorry, I have to go.”
Mary Jane quickly waved at Peter, then excitedly ran towards Thompson.
“Oh, my God, it’s so beautiful. I love parties!”
“The car… is indeed very cool.”
Watching his crush leave in someone else’s sports car at night, Peter felt mixed emotions and somewhat despondently returned to his room.
Then he rummaged through the boxes in his room and found a newspaper about cars.
“Triumph TR-3: $4,999!”
Looking at the cheapest second-hand sports car in the newspaper, nearly five thousand dollars, and new high-end models like Thompson’s starting at a hundred thousand, Peter’s face turned green.
“Maybe he’s right.”
At this moment, he took the phone number Hawking gave him during the day from his pocket.
Initially, he was still hesitant, but now he had decided.
With some effort, maybe by graduation, he could own a sports car and invite the goddess for a ride.
……
“Whoosh!”
The log from yesterday took off again from the mutant school, flying towards the Bronx.
The flying speed of the log may not be faster than Cyclops’ modified motorcycle, but it flies straight through the air without having to detour below or deal with traffic jams, red lights, and other speed bumps.
Overall, the time spent was still much less than riding a motorcycle.
And it’s not a pity if it’s lost; you can easily find a replacement by the roadside. If it weren’t inconvenient during the day, he wouldn’t need to borrow a motorcycle from Cyclops.
It was the same park as yesterday, the same spot, still making that excellent 360-degree turn to land.
Likewise, he saw the same pair of African American brothers he had beaten up yesterday.
Only this time, the brothers had casts on their arms.
“Boss, it’s him. He’s the one who beat us up like this yesterday!”
Seeing Hawkeye appear, the brothers immediately complained to a bald, muscular man standing before them, a towering six-foot-three.
Behind them stood about twenty African American thugs, each armed with various weapons.
“Dare to beat up my little brothers like this, chop him up, and feed him to the fish in the river.”
The bald, muscular man, who also didn’t seem bright, led the charge toward Hawkeye upon hearing his little brothers’ complaint.
“Here comes another money delivery.”
Hawkeye’s eyes lit up at the sight, and he swiftly moved to meet them.
Moments later, among the fallen African American thugs, he shook his head with $652 in hand:
“Damn broke. How do you even survive being this poor?”
After pocketing the money, he suddenly had an idea: picked up the bald boss, slapped him awake with a few swift moves, and then pointed at his head:
“Soul Release!”
The Imperius Curse is one of the three Unforgivable Curses.
The cursed individual feels a void in their mind. All thoughts and sense of responsibility vanish, followed by immense happiness and pleasure. Then, they will hear a voice commanding them to do something, and the cursed individual will comply completely.
The downside is that individuals with solid willpower can resist; using it multiple times on the same person can lead to resistance. Barty Crouch Jr. already taught the three Unforgivable Curses disguised as Moody before the Triwizard Tournament. Harry learned them so Hawkeye could master them as well.
However, using this kind of dark magic too often can corrupt the caster’s mind, especially like eating a big melon. The impact is significant. So, he would only use it occasionally if necessary.
“Tell me, what forces exist in this area, and which boss is the richest?”
“There are a total of…….”
Under the effect of the Imperius Curse, the bald African American boss quickly told Hawkeye everything he knew.
Hawkeye would need money soon to pay Spider-Man’s salary or establish the planned International Superhero Corporation. Hence, money was something he needed to procure more of.
So, he set his sights on these underworld bosses.
Even if he took their money, they wouldn’t dare to report it to the police or make a big fuss about it. At most, they would secretly investigate.
In doing so, he planned to adopt a new alias so as not to affect his positive image and prevent these underworld forces from finding any clues.
“First half of the night, fight crime; second half, make money.”
After a few jumps, he disappeared from the park. Using a transformation spell, he turned his coat into golden armor, starting his crime-fighting activities for the night.
Crime peaks from eleven to about two in the morning, significantly decreasing after two.
And after two, when everyone, including the criminal forces, is asleep, it makes it much easier for him to make money.
Being able to steal money silently, he preferred not to make noise and forcibly rob to avoid unnecessary trouble.
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