Chapter 150

Because they understood one thing at this moment: their lives were not more precious than those soldiers outside, and not even more precious than those armored vehicles worth millions of dollars, tanks worth tens of millions, and fighter jets worth hundreds of millions of dollars.

At the very least, it is so with Hawk.

Just when these big shots were trembling in Hawk's laughter, on the big screen, Hawk, who had already stopped laughing, stared coldly at the command center's monitor, as if looking through the surveillance and staring at these big shots.

The next second.

Hawk's voice, containing no emotion, reached the ears of these big shots.

"Either you hand over Thaddeus Ross."

"Or I go in and kill you all."

"I'll give you one minute."

"Sixty!"

"Fifty-nine!"

"..."

After Hawk finished speaking, he didn't give the people inside a chance to react, and directly started entering the one-minute countdown.

What is killing people?

He not only wants to kill people, but also wants to punish their hearts.

The most important thing is to convince himself.

Once the minute is up, as long as the people inside don't hand over Ross, then he can convince himself that these people tried to harbor Ross, and then, if they die, they die.

Anyway, no matter how others see it, as long as he has a clear conscience, it's fine.

Mm.

Gwen said, be a person with a clear conscience.

Hawk thought in his heart.

Soon.

Just when he had his hands in his pockets, standing at the entrance of the command center, and with an expressionless face, started entering the final twenty-second countdown, roars, crying, and shouting, as well as the sound of pushing and shoving, came from inside the building.

Hawk raised his eyebrows.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, outlining a smile that looked like a mockery.

Hawk didn't stop his countdown, but when he counted to eight, he stopped voluntarily.

Not because he made a choice, but because these big shots had already helped him make the choice.

"Thud!"

Thaddeus Ross, who was originally majestic, looked like a human and a dog, and could turn Manhattan into a battlefield when capturing Hulk, had already been pushed out by other big shots who also looked like humans and dogs.

Ross, with graying hair, was careless, fell on the steps, and then rolled down from the steps, and along with a subconscious scream, finally stopped in front of Hawk.

Ross struggled to get up.

Just at this moment.

"Thud!"

"Ah!"

Hawk's right foot had already been raised, moved from the uniform onto Ross's head, and with a slight force, Ross lay down under his feet again.

He bent down slightly, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the gray-haired man he was stepping on.

"Thaddeus Ross!"

"Ah!"

Ross, with a gray face, was now red in the face, roaring, his hands supporting the ground, trying to save himself from under Hawk's feet.

Unfortunately...

This is futile!