Go to the Pacific Ocean on Osborn's private jet?
Don't be ridiculous.
Osborn might dare to fly it, but he wouldn't dare to ride it.
Not to mention that the last people to ride Osborn's private jet, the Parkers, disappeared over the Pacific Ocean, just Hawk's confirmed special constitution of something always going wrong when he leaves New York City by vehicle, he had no such thoughts.
Go by foot!
While it was a bit strenuous, it was certainly better than inviting trouble.
The most important point.
Flying there himself would be faster; by the time he got to the airport to take a private jet, he would already be there.
Just like now.
High above the Pacific Ocean, following his phone's satellite navigation, Hawk arrived at Osborn's secret offshore experimental platform, and after descending from the clouds, the first thing he saw was the experimental platform not far away, standing in the vast ocean like a giant steel beast.
The entire platform was made of countless huge metal frameworks interlocked and welded together, rising from the turbulent sea, with countless massive, thick pillars supporting this enormous platform, which was about the size of two standard football fields.
But…
At this moment, this massive platform was devoid of any human presence, no lights, not even emergency lights were on, and under the setting sun, it exuded a strange, eerie feeling.
Thud!
Hawk's right foot landed on the platform's floor, and he stood firm on the platform.
He looked around.
The helipad, which should have had an emergency helicopter, was empty, and there was no human activity around, only the sound of waves crashing against the platform's pillars below.
But Peter had indeed been here.
With his Sixth Sense fully open, Hawk detected Peter's lingering aura here.
It's just…
The lingering aura here hadn't been updated for some time; it seemed Peter hadn't been back here for about four or five days.
And…
Besides Peter's faint lingering aura, there was also a strong, almost dried smell of blood.
Hawk raised an eyebrow, followed Peter's lingering aura, and the dried smell of blood, opened the door, and walked into the building on the platform.
As soon as he stepped inside, the bloody scene that greeted him immediately caught Hawk's eye.
Blood!
Blood was everywhere, almost soaking the entire corridor, and not just the corridor, but the walls and ceiling were also covered in blood.
This blood had dried, looking like it had been there for at least three to five days, and in the stuffy environment, it was now emitting a stench no less potent than a biochemical weapon.
But Hawk couldn't smell it.
The moment he opened the door, with a thought, he wisely shut off his sense of smell.
Hawk ignored the blood covering his vision and walked directly to what should have been Peter's room for resting at night when he was on this platform.
He pushed the door open.
A single bed, a desk, and an attached bathroom were all that comprised the room.
The quilt on the bed was messy.
The items on the desk were also messy, and even Peter's clothes were scattered on the floor, making it seem like Peter had left in a great hurry.
"So…"
"What happened here?"
Hawk walked into Peter's room, looked around, found no useful clues, felt curious, then turned and walked out of the room again, fixing his gaze on the blood covering the entire corridor.
He instinctively suspected whether Peter had encountered Pacific Ocean pirates.
But…
"Pacific Ocean pirates?"
"Impossible."
"Forget pirates, even if it were Seals, Peter should be able to handle them."
After all, this version of Peter was a true Spider-Woman.
She was the Spider-Woman who could single-handedly stop a train, not the Amazing Spider-Man who could get shot in the ankle, nor the talkative Spider-Man who needed his godfather's help to pull a cargo ship.
Forget a group of pirates who only knew how to shoot wildly, even if elite Seal soldiers came, Spider-Woman would not be afraid.
You know, the name Bully Maguire was not for nothing.
So…
Where did Peter go?
Hawk wondered curiously, then looked at the lingering blood in the corridor, thought for a moment, followed the blood trail, and arrived at the door on the other side, then pushed the door open and walked out.
Blood spread along the deck towards the platform railing, stopping abruptly once it reached the railing.
Hawk leaned out and looked down.
What met his eyes.
The half-corpse remaining on the pillars supporting the platform below instantly came into view.
Just then.
A faint sound reached Hawk's ears.
Hawk regained his composure, looked up towards the control room in the direction the sound came from.
The next second.
He vanished from his original spot.
A man whose face was covered in blood scabs and whose body had an unpleasant odor, hiding in the platform's control room, quickly caught the nearly falling cup lid, then frantically looked back towards where Hawk had just stood.
Then…
He froze.
"Where did he go? He was just there."
"Behind you."
Hawk's voice came from behind the man.
The man shuddered, and his handgun instinctively turned around.
Bang!
A bullet fired, whistling towards Hawk's face.
Hawk didn't dodge.
Thud!
The fired bullet was quietly caught between Hawk's two fingers.
The next second.
He kicked out, sending the man who had just fired flying onto the control panel.
The man let out a sharp scream in response.
Hawk then walked over, dragged the man lying on the control panel down, and then, looking at the man who had rolled a few times on the floor, asked, "What happened here? Where are Peter and Felicia? Where did they go?"
Rolling on the ground, the man, who felt like his life was over, heard this, his body trembled again, and he disregarded the pain, seemingly looking at Hawk in disbelief: "Wait, you're not one of them?"
Hawk raised an eyebrow.
"Them? Who are they?"
"Those devils."
The man gritted his teeth.
Upon hearing this, Hawk walked up to the man, casually waved his hand, and with his telekinesis, directly lifted the man from the floor, then placed him on a nearby stool, then put his hands in his pockets and looked at the now stunned man.
"Start from the beginning."
"Gulp!"
The man was startled by Hawk's move, but he also understood how simple it would be for Hawk to kill him, so after swallowing, he began to recount what happened that night.
More precisely, the night five days ago.
That night, there was a fierce storm, so all the staff on the platform had returned to their work areas early, and in the control room, only he and another person were on duty.
Originally, everything was calm; it was just an ordinary stormy night.
But suddenly, everything changed.
He didn't know when, but a group of guys infiltrated the platform, pushed open the door, and immediately shot his companion dead, and also shot him.
But that shot didn't kill him; it coincidentally passed through his ear, though he fainted from fright at the time.
Hearing this, Hawk glanced at the man's bandaged ear, which was now emitting a foul odor due to lack of medication, and nodded.
"Continue."
"Okay."
The man, not daring to hesitate, continued to recount what happened next.
He woke up shortly after fainting, and then heard loud gunshots coming from the resting area.
The man was terrified to death, wanting to press the emergency button, but found that the power had been cut off by them. Later, listening to the commotion, driven by the urge to survive, he climbed out the window, and under the cover of night, endured the pain and hid outside the command room.
Then he heard continuous thudding sounds of things falling into the water outside, and when the sounds completely disappeared, he couldn't hold on any longer, so he climbed back in.
Hawk walked to the window the man described, leaned out, and looked outside.
There was indeed a small platform that could provide support outside, and there was also dried blood remaining on the wall.
Hawk reached out, rubbed his fingers over the dried blood, then withdrew his hand and put it to his nose to smell it.
Hmm.
It was indeed the smell of the man speaking.
Hawk put aside his suspicion, then turned and looked at the man: "What's your name?"
"Os, Os Glenn, a Level 3 biological researcher for Osborn."
"Os."
Hawk ignored the latter half of the man's sentence and looked at him: "Do you know who they are?"
Os shook his head blankly, and during the shaking, his inflamed ear caused him to frown in pain.
"What about Peter and Felicia?"
"Mr. Parker and the young lady didn't return that night. The original plan was to deliver supplies to Devil Island the next day, but…"
"Wait, Devil Island?"
Hawk heard the somewhat familiar name: "Isn't Devil Island in New York City?"
Os smiled bitterly: "Not the Devil Island in New York City, but Devil Island in the Pacific Ocean. No, to be precise, it's called Skull Island, because from the sky, it looks exactly like a skull, so we call it Devil Island or Skull Island."
Skull Island?
This name…
Why does it sound so familiar?
Hawk's heart stirred.
His Sixth Sense came online; it seemed that the Sixth Sense, which suggested he would gain something this time, came from this Skull Island that Os just mentioned.
No.
Not seemed, but definitely.
Hawk felt the stirrings of his Sixth Sense, thinking to himself, then looked up, his expression serious, at Os, who was sitting in the chair.
"Are Peter and Felicia on this Skull Island?"
"A month ago, after we found a safe route to Skull Island, Mr. Parker and Felicia already went to the island."
"…"
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