Chapter 142: Marvel: Awakening the Small Universe at the Start, Chapter 67

A hole the size of a fist.

"Xie Te!"

"Shoot quickly!"

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

The soldier on the armed helicopter looked at this bloody scene that was extremely clear under the searchlight, exclaimed subconsciously, and quickly aimed the metal storm at Hawk, who was tearing off his burning upper clothes.

Hawk raised his eyes.

"Ding ding ding!"

"Clang clang clang!"

The bullets fired from the metal storm came at Hawk like a rain of needles.

Hawk neither dodged nor evaded.

Dense bullets hit Hawk's head, face, and his bare, muscular upper body.

Sparks splashed.

Unharmed.

Just kidding.

These bullets couldn't break Hulk's defense when hitting Hulk, let alone Hawk, who had already absorbed gamma energy.

Hawk took a deep breath, looked at the armed helicopter above his head, and the moment the ground under his feet cracked, his whole body rushed into the sky like a cannonball.

The pilot of the armed helicopter was terrified and flew the helicopter, trying to stay away.

Unfortunately...

It was too late.

Boom!

The moment Hawk passed through the armed helicopter like a cannonball, the armed helicopter that was pierced beneath him accompanied by a fireball that rose into the sky, and a shocking explosion sounded.

The helicopter, which turned into a fireball, smashed toward the ground below. After a rumbling sound, it crushed many tombstones and finally stopped under the resistance of the mud.

General Ross, who was in the Quantico combat command center, was stunned as he looked at the completely frozen big screen.

Being at the scene, watching this inhuman scene with his own eyes, he was also completely stunned.

The next second.

The surviving soldiers saw a stream of light rushing toward them after landing, and reacted quickly, turning and running toward the distance based on instinct.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Killing one is killing, and killing two is also killing. So, killing fifty or so is also killing.

It was just a matter of quantity.

In just a blink of an eye, the offense and defense had changed.

The federal soldiers, who were originally aggressive, were now like stray dogs, screaming and yelling, only hating their parents for giving them two fewer legs.

The federal soldiers tried to run outside the cemetery gate.

A federal soldier listened to the fewer and fewer screams behind him, and then looked at the gate within reach, a trace of joy appearing on his panicked face.

The next second.

This joy froze, not only his expression, but his figure also froze.

The soldier looked down, looking at the little thing that was still beating in a bloody big hand that appeared in his sight.

Intuition told him, this is my heart.

After the last thought flashed through the soldier's mind, there were no more thoughts. He closed his eyes, his body softened, and he fell to the side with a "poof."

By the time the original Spider-Man arrived at the cemetery, Peter, who was squatting on the wall with four limbs, couldn't believe his eyes as he looked at the scene within his sight.

The ground that looked like it had been plowed by a tractor.

Countless burst tombstones.

The ground full of various severed limbs of soldiers.

The helicopter not far away that was still burning and twisted into two halves.

And...

The two armored vehicles not far away that had been flipped over. One of the armored vehicles' doors was kicked open from the inside, and then, a soldier covered in blood struggled to crawl out of it.

The next second.

The soldier who had just crawled out halfway seemed to feel something and struggled to look up.

Entering his sight.

Hawk, with his upper body bare, stood expressionless in front of him.

The soldier opened his mouth.

"I only..."

"Poof!"

"..."

Spider-Man, watching the soldier's head shatter like a watermelon, felt a tremor in his heart. By the time he came back to his senses, Hawk, who had just been there, had already disappeared.

Where is the person?

Spider-Man was stunned for a moment, subconsciously looked around, then got up from the wall, shot a spider silk, and "whoosh" swung over.

Thud!

Peter landed steadily, then looked at Hawk, who was rubbing the photo on a tombstone not far away.

Hawk's right hand rubbed the sister in the tombstone photo in front of him, and a fire in his heart had already been ignited.

Peter walked over cautiously.

"Haw..."

"Peter."

Hawk withdrew his right hand, turned to look at Peter who had just spoken, and interrupted: "If someone intends to destroy your Uncle Ben's tombstone, what would you do?"

What?

Uncle Ben.

Peter almost didn't hesitate: "I would kill him."

The Peter in front of him is not the Amazing Spider-Man, nor the tech Spider-Man, but the original Spider-Man, an original Spider-Man who, after learning that his Uncle Ben was killed, found the robber and killed him, never thinking about taking the legal route.

This is also why he likes the original Peter Parker.

Not only is he as shy and introverted as him, but he is also as clear about grievances as him.

Hawk listened to Peter's answer, not surprised at all, and pointed to his sister Anya's tombstone: "This is my sister, Anya. Why, do you want to stop me from taking revenge?"

Peter's eyes twitched, looking at Hawk, who was expressionless and staring at him, but with angry flames visible in the depths of his eyes, he didn't speak, just silently moved himself to the side.

Hawk saw this and smiled slightly.

"Thank you."

"Need hel..."

Peter opened his mouth, watching Hawk, who disappeared from his sight the moment he hadn't finished speaking, and fell silent.

Finally, the siren sound from outside the cemetery woke him up.

"Xie Te!"

"Something big happened."

Peter was startled and reacted.

... ===== CHAPTER 144 =====