After solving several crime incidents in style late at night, Hawking unexpectedly ran into an acquaintance.
This was none other than the Daily Bugle’s top reporter, Eddie Brock, who was unfortunately being cornered and robbed by some thugs on a street corner… and it seemed to be turning into something worse.
After taking Eddie’s camera and wallet, the thugs started forcibly pulling down his pants, revealing some disturbing intentions.
“Oh no, guys, don’t do this. You want money, right? I’ll give you all I have, and I can withdraw more from the bank as much as you need. Please just let me go!” Eddie desperately clutched at his pants, his voice breaking with emotion.
Damn it, Eddie had heard that the South Bronx was dangerous at night, and even many seasoned reporters were reluctant to venture there after dark.
But he didn’t expect it to be this dangerous. Being robbed was one thing, but this was going too far—he was an average man with a girlfriend.
“I should have brought some people with me. At least I’d have some ability to resist!”
To impress his boss, Eddie had decided to visit the South Bronx to gather material for tomorrow’s edition’s front page.
Instead of finding material, he ended up cornered by some perverts. Was today the day he would lose his dignity here?
If that were to happen, he truly wished he could devour these thugs alive!
Just as his jeans and underwear were being forcibly ripped apart, a golden figure descended from the sky like a deity. With just a few waves of his hand, he swatted the perverse thugs away like flies.
He then pointed at Eddie’s pants and restored them to their original state with miraculous power.
“Friend, put your pants on quickly!”
A commanding yet warm voice instantly dispelled all the despair in his heart, bringing light back into his view.
From that moment on, Eddie swore that this Iron Knight, who had saved him in such a crucial moment, would be his greatest idol for life. Anyone who crossed the Iron Knight was crossing him, Eddie.
“Thank you, thank you so much!”
Eddie hurriedly dressed himself and retrieved his camera and wallet.
“In this place, try not to be alone at night, and it’s unsafe. You should head home now.”
Hawking nodded and turned to leave.
As the star reporter for the Daily Bugle and a critical future contributor, saving him was a given. If it had been anyone else, Hawking might not have intervened in an incident with minor heroism.
Just then, Eddie quickly stepped in front of him and introduced himself:
“I’m Eddie, a reporter for the Daily Bugle. I’d like to ask you a few questions.
Of course, if you prefer not to answer, that’s also fine.”
“I need to help others and can’t delay for long, and I can’t answer every question,” Hawking paused, then nodded.
Some statements coming through Eddie could enrich his image and even boost the Daily Bugle’s circulation—a win-win.
“No problem.”
Eddie immediately pulled out a notebook and began jotting down notes.
“Where are you from? Are you human?”
“I was born on Earth, born with these abilities.”
“How old are you?”
“About the same as you.”
“Why do you come out at night to fight crime?”
“Because I will not share the sky with evil!”
Eddie was stunned by Hawking’s reply.
“Once, an evil crime happened before my eyes, and I did not act. The regret I felt afterward was immense, the most painful thing in the world.
So, I made a vow: I will not share the sky with evil, to become the bane of evil and eradicate it!”
After making up a few lines, Hawking leaped away and disappeared from Eddie’s sight.
But Eddie had an epiphany. Though it was just a few short sentences, he had already pieced together much of the story in his mind.
He suspected Hawking might be a mutant, hesitant to reveal his powers for fear of being targeted until he encountered a crime. The kind-hearted man blamed himself and thus began wearing the armor to fight against evil.
At this moment, he was brimming with ideas for the front page of tomorrow’s newspaper—a tragic superhero story that would greatly arouse public sympathy and approval.
“Hurry back and write the article!”
After fiercely stomping on the thugs a few more times, Eddie quickly returned to the parking lot, found his car, and returned to Manhattan.
“This guy might even make a good Venom in the future.”
After leaving Eddie, Hawking continued to fight crime; the more dangerous and crowded the event, the busier he became.
The former gave more justice points, while the latter helped him build his reputation faster.
It wasn’t until three in the morning that he stopped as he was preparing to do something else.
“Flavius Dimension!”
With a light touch on his body, his shining golden armor instantly turned into black stealth attire.
With a flick of his feet, he vanished from the spot, blending into the darkness.
“Faint!”
On the rooftop of a luxurious mansion, Hawking lightly landed on the balcony and cast a sleeping spell on the sleeping old man in the bedroom.
Then, he leisurely approached the large safe beside the bed.
According to the bald thug boss, this old man on the bed was supposedly the strongest boss in the area, owning two casinos and four “special” bars and dabbling in the flour business.
Over twenty armed guards patrolled the yard when he approached the front door.
However, those ordinary people posed no threat to him. He quickly dodged everyone with his skills and quietly reached the primary bedroom.
“That looks like a high-end safe.”
The safe in front of him, as tall as a person, was costly, equipped with a combination lock, fingerprint, and even iris recognition.
“But it’s useless against me.”
Hawking raised his hand towards the safe:
“Alohomora!”
“Click!”
The safe instantly opened.
As for the unlocking spell, or rather the door-opening spell, as long as it wasn’t protected by magical energy similar to magic, it could open any lock, any door.
This is the magic of the Harry Potter world—though not decisive, it’s pretty romantic as if it involved the concept of laws.
Hawking even thought that if his mental power was strong enough and his study of spells deep enough, this spell could also open ordinary doors and other things with doors.
Like the heart’s door, gangway door, forehead…
After all, it’s romantic magic; logically, it makes sense; the only limit is his power.
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