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New York City, upstate, Bronx, in an abandoned park.

Two black men in hip-hop attire were beating a Mexican woman.

"You mean old Latin American woman, you still dare to resist when I ask you to hand over your wallet. I will teach you to remember a little better today!"

Just as the two were fighting, a sharp sound broke through the air suddenly from a distance, causing them to subconsciously raise their heads.

Just the next second, there was a question mark in their minds:

"Walter Falk?"

What did they see?

They saw a black spot in the sky in the distance slowly getting bigger. When they got closer, they found that the black spot was actually a tree trunk with a diameter of at least one meter.

If it's just like this, it's nothing, but there's actually a person standing on the big tree?

A man stood on a tree trunk and flew in the sky. The two of them rubbed their eyes and felt that they must have slept too much before going out, so they were hallucinating now.

But then they discovered that it was not an illusion at all.

Because with a roar, the tree trunk penetrated directly into the lawn about ten meters away from them.

The man standing on the tree trunk jumped up in advance, flipped 360 degrees in the air like a gymnast, and landed firmly on the ground.

The tree trunk inserted into the lawn and splashed soil on their faces, it was so real.

"The calculation is correct, the landing error is less than five meters, perfect!"

Looking at the surrounding environment, Hawking nodded with satisfaction.

During previous vacations, he had specifically visited the Bronx. This abandoned park was the best place for him to land. There were so many people living nearby that it would be difficult to spot him.

There are five boroughs in New York, the Bronx, Brooklyn, Manhattan, Queens and Staten Island.

Manhattan is a famous wealthy area and a symbol of New York City. Many large companies are headquartered in Manhattan, such as Tony Stark's Stark Group.

On the east side of Manhattan, separated from Manhattan by the East River, is the borough of Queens.

Queens is the largest borough among the five boroughs of New York, has the second largest population, and is second only to Manhattan in terms of economic level. It is also home to some well-known companies, such as Austen Industries.

Bordering Queens to the south is Brooklyn, the most populous borough in New York and the birthplace of Captain America Steve Rogers.

Of course there is no Captain America in this universe, there is only Captain Carter.

The southernmost part of New York is Staten Island, which has the least population and is relatively far away. It can be regarded as a small island in the sea by itself, and the sea scenery is relatively good.

Finally, there is the Bronx, where Hawking is now located, bordering Manhattan and located at the northernmost edge of New York City.

The mutant school was built in the suburbs further north of the Bronx, and the place where Oleg and Elena worked and lived was also at the junction of the Bronx and the suburbs. It belonged to a company owned by Professor X's family.

I've often heard that the most dangerous place in New York is Hell's Kitchen in Manhattan, which is where Daredevil often hangs out.

But after three years of getting to know Hawking, he discovered that although Hell's Kitchen is dangerous, there are only a few blocks there. The real number of crimes has to be in the Bronx.

Hell's Kitchen is just a slum in Manhattan, but the Bronx is a slum in New York.

Because most African Americans and Hispanics in New York live in this area, the crime rate in the Bronx is one of the highest in the entire United States, and even the entire world.

Especially the area south of the Bronx is notoriously chaotic, comparable to Vice City in the game.

Therefore, this place naturally became Hawking's first choice for earning justice points. It is close to the school and has a high crime rate.

"Is this a good start?"

After landing gracefully, Hawking quickly discovered two stunned black men holding purses over there, as well as a middle-aged woman lying on the ground with a bruised nose and swollen face.

With cheerful steps, he came to the two black men:

"I kindly suggest that you return the purse to her."

"Fake Oil!"

The two black men looked at each other, then took out the dagger from their pockets and stabbed Hawking in the stomach.

This actually surprised him. He thought the two guys would be frightened when they saw the scene just now, but he didn't expect them to be so brave.

In fact, he only came here occasionally during holidays to inspect the terrain. Although he knew something about the crime situation here, he only heard about it through newspapers and some hearsay.

He didn't know that the gangsters who had been living at the bottom here were living a life of today and no tomorrow. They might die in the sewers at some point, and their mentality had long been different from that of normal people.

In their eyes, although Hawking was a little incredible, so what, if he dared them to return the trophies that could be used to buy powder, they would first ask about the knife in his hand.

The key is that Hawking does not have a gun in his hand. In their eyes, guns are understandably the real deterrent weapon.

Compared to these little gangsters, those at the top who have lived a good life through hard work are more precious about their lives.

"Then don't blame me."

He reached out and grabbed the knife-holding wrists of the two black men like lightning, and gave them a strong squeeze.

"Clap!"

Along with the sound of two bones breaking, the two black men also let out shrill screams.

He would never show mercy to those who wanted to kill him.

Besides, there are no reporters or other people here, and there is no need to show off, so there is nothing to worry about when taking action.

"Let's go quickly."

He kicked the two black men twice in the stomach, causing them to vomit blood and fall to the ground. Hawking picked up the leather bag and threw it to the middle-aged woman over there who had just gotten up.

"Thank you!"

The middle-aged woman picked up the purse, thanked her and ran away, fearing that what would happen next would implicate herself.

Hawking didn't care when he saw this. His purpose was for justice, not gratitude.

"Poor guy!"

He reached out and searched the two black men and found less than twenty dollars, which made him slightly unhappy.

The school was in charge of food and housing, so he was naturally embarrassed to ask the Ogles for pocket money.

Putting twenty dollars in his pocket and ignoring the two black men who fainted, Hawking jumped up and disappeared into the park, reaching the roof of a six-story building on a nearby street.

"Flavi!"

He stretched out his hand and cast a transformation spell on his sportswear. The sportswear instantly turned into a domineering golden armor. He picked up a fallen leaf floating in the wind, turned it into a golden helmet and put it on his head.

Since you want to establish a superhero image, you must have an iconic outfit.

The more fashionable and handsome you are, the more you can attract public attention and get more people's admiration. Even wearing a helmet is not to reduce trouble, but to create a sense of mystery.

This is enough to explode when the identity is finally revealed.

In addition to earning justice, all he did was to pave the way for the future of Super Hero International Corporation.

He is not such a childish person just pretending to be cool.