Boom!
In the skies high above New York City, with the sudden appearance of a sonic boom cloud, Hawk's figure swiftly streaked towards a small town near Augusta, Maine, at a speed of Mach 50.
S.H.I.E.L.D. Combat Command Center in New York City.
A seemingly ordinary night, with nothing major happening, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were on duty, chatting casually.
Suddenly.
Red boxes appeared on the big screen, and the alert system sounded almost simultaneously with the sonic boom cloud unleashed by Hawk.
"Beep! Beep! Beep!"
"Shit!"
"What's happening?"
"A severe unknown energy fluctuation detected above New York City, analyzing."
"Here it is."
With the rapid analysis by S.H.I.E.L.D. Satellite, Hawk's photo appeared on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s big screen.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, who were a bit flustered, all breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the photo of Hawk pop up on the big screen.
So it's Hawk.
Then it's fine, probably off to battle Thor again.
Everyone thought to themselves.
The next second.
An S.H.I.E.L.D. agent suddenly reacted.
"Wait, didn't he just finish a battle with Thor yesterday?"
"What, are you sure?"
"I was the first to arrive this morning, he had just broken through the atmosphere with Thor, coming back this morning."
"Hiss!"
"Then where's he going."
"Hold on a second."
"Maine, near Augusta, the signal disappeared."
"Quickly contact the commander!"
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents on duty looked at each other in dismay.
Maine, Augusta, in a small town nearby with a population of less than two thousand, called Rainforest Town.
Even in the internationally renowned metropolis of New York City, once night falls, even in Manhattan, there are very few pedestrians on the streets.
Let alone a small town located in the suburbs.
Hovering in mid-air, Hawk lowered his body, not causing panic or fear among the townspeople.
Because there was simply no one on the streets.
Except...
A fiery red sports car speeding towards Hawk at high speed.
There were two people inside the fiery red sports car.
A man and a woman.
Expressions of panic.
The girl in the passenger seat looked like a high school student, flinching like a startled bird, turning her head to look behind the car and urging the driver to go faster.
The driver seemed to be a social misfit.
This combination...
Seemed to be the school queen and an out-of-town thug combination.
Hawk observed the expressions of the couple in the fiery red sports car and thought.
At this moment.
He felt a surge of violent energy.
Immediately after, a high school girl in a red dress with long red hair abruptly appeared on the street behind the fiery red sports car.
No.
The dress should be white, and the hair should be blonde.
Was that red pig's blood?
Is this...
Being bullied?
And it seems to be during a high school prom at the small town?
After all, these days are nationwide school holidays, and the girl in front of him is in a gown, plus her current appearance, the answer is quite obvious.
Hawk raised an eyebrow.
The next second.
He saw the girl, drenched in pig's blood, spreading her arms, silently but furiously screaming, and with the violent energy, the ground beneath her feet cracked open, the rift racing rapidly towards the fiery red sports car that had just slowed down in front of it.
Rumble!
The violent energy quickly caught up with the fiery red sports car, and as the rumble continued, the street in front of the fiery red sports car began to cave in.
Fortunately, the driver slammed the brakes in time, otherwise, he would have plunged into the bottomless pit along with the vehicle and himself.
The driver swore under his breath, looking at the collapsing road, hurriedly turned around on the spot, and headed towards the silently furious girl.
The school queen sitting in the passenger seat yelled furiously at the girl emerging in her line of sight.
"Hit her, hit her, kill her, Billy, hit her, kill her."
"Shut up."
The driver, gripping the steering wheel with both hands, heard the scream of the queen beside him, shouted back, then took a deep breath and slammed the gas pedal, muttering to himself as if speaking to the queen or encouraging himself: "I can do it!"
The car roared.
The girl's face, tinged with pig's blood, remained silent.
A battle between a steel beast and an unarmed girl was about to begin.
The outcome of this confrontation seemed to have no suspense.
Result—
Just as the driver named Billy roared, stomping on the gas, and the fiery red sports car was about to hit the girl in front of him, the girl stretched out her right hand.
Boom!
The fiery red sports car stopped in an instant, its front end seemed to crash into an invisible but rock-solid barrier, visibly denting, and the driver named Billy slammed into the steering wheel, immediately bleeding from his head and passing out.
The school queen named Chris sitting in the passenger seat was also rocked by the impact, feeling dizzy and muddled.
It was at this moment.
The speechless, angry girl seemed to have thought of something again, opened her arms, and controlled the fiery red sports car in front of her to slowly levitate from the ground.
Inside the car, the now-awake boss lady looked at the gas station nearby, glanced at the angry girl's smiling face, and seemed to have thought of something as well.
Just as she was about to speak.
The girl's magic power manipulated the unconscious driver to step on the gas, then dismantled the barrier in front of her.
The sports car landed, and then crashed into the gas pump behind the gas station.
The next second.
Bang!
At the moment of intimate contact between the car and the gas pump, the boss lady was releasing her seatbelt, planning to leave the car, but her head had intimate contact with the windshield. Due to the force, she didn't completely go through it, only her head appeared outside while her body remained inside the car.
She looked like a trumpet flower.
The furious girl walked to the front of the car, looking at the boss lady who seemed to have merged completely with the windshield, and suddenly a surge of emotion rose in her heart...
At this moment.
A voice echoed beside her ears: "Feeling better?"
Girl Carrie snapped back to reality, instinctively opened her right hand towards the direction the voice came from, and instantly, a wild surge of magic power directly bombarded Hawk.
Hawk instantly also felt the arrival of this strong magic power.
The next second.
The white T-shirt he was wearing buzzed from the impact of the magic.
Seeing this, girl Carrie's once angry face showed a hint of amazement.
She didn't know if she was amazed that Hawk was unaffected by her magic or by the slippers Hawk was wearing.
No choice.
Hawk wanted to change into sneakers before coming.
But...
The Hell Witch indicated this matter was urgent, and if they were late, their Salem Witch would be bullied to death by humans again.
And she couldn't leave New York City, so she had to come to Hawk for help.
Hawk looked at the girl with her white dress and blonde hair dyed red from pig's blood, even the pig's blood on her face had scabbed, exuding a pungent smell, and walked up to the girl, focusing his gaze on the newly emerged trumpet flower.
The all-powerful boss lady now looked terrified, her throat was spurting blood.
The next second.
The girl's pupils widened as life instantly drained away.
Hawk then retracted his right hand, and looking at the silent girl watching him: "Revenge is still revenge, no need for unnecessary cruelty."
After a pause.
Hawk spoke again.
"What's your name?"
"...Carrie."
Carrie was silent for a moment, unclear about Hawk's origins.
Hawk muttered Carrie's name, silently noting a match, not caring about the pungent smell emitting at the moment: "It's a lovely name."
Meanwhile.
Three black Chevrolet SUVs sped towards this location.
Carrie looked towards the direction of the sound, her face immediately showing panic and unease.
After all, she's still just a high school student.
Although she had just awakened her magic powers due to anger from bullying, the infinite fear and anxiety followed closely after the satisfaction of her vengeance.
Just as Carrie wanted to escape from this place.
She once again heard the voice of the man beside her in slippers.
"Don't worry, I'm here."
Hawk felt the girl's unease, gently comforting her, because in Carrie, he seemed to see the shadow of his sister.
If his sister Anya hadn't had the accident, she'd probably be about the same height as Carrie by now.
Hawk thought to himself.
The three black Chevrolet SUVs stopped nearby, several men in black suits and sunglasses alighting from them even late in the night.
They walked up to Hawk, and before speaking, Hawk was already ahead.
"S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
"Uh... yes, Mr. Hawke..."
"Have Sharon come to my house tomorrow."
Hawk said, then directly hugged the dazed-looking Carrie beside him, not minding the scabs of pig's blood on her, and the moment he raised his head, shot skyward.
A few S.H.I.E.L.D. agents watched this scene silently.
After a while.
"Leader..."
"Report to the New York Combat Command Center."
"Okay."
"Let's go to Rainforest High School to find out more about the situation."
The S.H.I.E.L.D. leader came back to his senses first, turned around with his team members, and left here.
New York City.
Palm Street.
Gwen, full of curiosity, was chatting with the Hell Witch in front of her, whose whole body emitted blue flames.
At that moment.
Hawk, with Carrie covered in pig's blood, silently appeared in the backyard.
"Holy cow!"
Gwen turned her head, saw Hawk entering the living room from the backyard, along with Carrie behind him, and couldn't help but exclaim.
"What happened?"
"It's a long story."
Hawk said, addressing Gwen: "She's Carrie, by the way, you should take her to have a bath first, and find her a change of clothes, then we'll talk later."
Gwen, hearing this, nodded.
"Alright, I'll get her a nightgown from the wardrobe."
"Mhm, I'll also change clothes."
"..."