Chapter 386: Marvel: Awakening the Little Universe at the Start, Chapter 201

Hawk had already arrived.

Grant, who had just passed through the lobby and was about to walk toward the elevator, suddenly looked at the distorted space in front of him. His professional instincts kicked in, and he instantly drew his gun and pulled the trigger at a figure that had emerged before him.

"Boom!"

"Hum!"

Hawk, who had just teleported here in one step from the hospital ward, looked at the bullet shooting toward him. With a thought, he instantly froze the bullet at a distance of only 0.1 millimeters from the center of his brow.

Immediately after, he looked at this Grant Ward, who looked a bit handsome but had drawn a gun on him, with the muzzle still spitting fire, and smiled slightly.

The next second.

His eyes turned crimson!

"Boom!"

"Puff!"

Grant Ward, who should have had at least two more seasons of screen time, had the expression on his face frozen in astonishment, and then, before he could even react, he was vaporized on the spot.

"Hiss!"

"Holy shit!"

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

"The Demon King, it's the Demon King."

The moment Grant Ward was vaporized on the spot, the Hydra agents in the vicinity also reacted.

Some who did not know Hawk's identity directly drew their guns and pulled the triggers, seemingly wanting to slay Hawk right there.

As for the Hydra agents who knew Hawk's identity, they screamed in terror and then quickly ran toward the emergency exit.

But...

There are no innocent souls under the Phoenix Rays!

"Hum!"

"Puff!"

"Hum, hum, hum."

"Puff, puff, puff—"

Hawk, standing where he was, did not move a muscle. Two Phoenix Rays shot out from his eyes and began to sweep around the surroundings.

Wherever the Phoenix Rays swept, desktops were vaporized, items were vaporized, the Hydra agents who were firing, and the Hydra agents who were trying to escape were also instantly vaporized.

In just the blink of an eye, dozens of Hydra agents in the entire S. H. I. E. L. D. operations hall were gone.

Gone in the physical sense.

The next second.

Hawk looked at the Hydra agents not far away who had heard the sound of gunfire and were rushing over, crowding at the entrance of the corridor. As his figure flickered and appeared at the entrance of the corridor, the Phoenix Rays shot toward the densely packed Hydra agents in the corridor again.

In just the blink of an eye, dozens of Hydra agents in the corridor instantly staged a real-life version of vanishing into thin air.

He finally knew why Ikaris, or even the DC version of Superman, were so keen on heat vision.

No other reason.

Heat vision is just that good.

Unlike punching, where you can only hit one at most with one punch, heat vision, when facing ordinary people, kills whoever it sweeps across.

And it saves effort!

Hawk thought to himself, while the expression on his face remained ice-cold.

After experiencing the extermination of General Ross's family and the genocide of Wakanda, Hawk, who was already a transmigrator at heart, had completely raised his killing threshold to infinity.

This is the reason why one should not provoke a transmigrator.

Because—

They really dare to kill.

Hawk also dared to kill.

He came here just to kill people.

Therefore, under the blessing of Hawk's new skill, the Phoenix Rays, the S. H. I. E. L. D. branch that Hydra had spent nearly five hours successfully occupying was completely re-occupied by Hawk in less than five minutes.

And in these five minutes, he spent four minutes looking for stragglers.

By the time he appeared at the door of Victoria Hand's office, 99% of the Hydra agents in the base had already been vaporized by him on the spot.

Hawk pushed the door open and entered.

Coming into view.

John Garrett was sitting calmly on the chair behind the desk, his hands on the table, one hand holding a cigarette.

After seeing Hawk walk in, he took a deep breath, inhaled deeply, looked at the last cigarette he had just lit, and looked at Hawk.

"Can you let me finish this last cigarette?"

"In consideration of the fact that you didn't commit suicide, yes."

"Thank you."

John Garrett said thank you upon hearing this, and then, under Hawk's gaze, took another deep breath.

Good heavens.

This intoxicated expression made Hawk want to have one with him.

But no.

Smoking is harmful to health, and it is said to affect the baby, so Gwen told him that if he wants to smoke, he can wait another two years, wait until they are twenty-one, make the baby first, and then it won't be too late to smoke and drink.

Soon.

A cigarette has a time when it burns out!

After the last puff was inhaled into his lungs in a big drag, John Garrett revealed an expression of having no more regrets and looked at Hawk.

"Thank you, Mr. Phoenix."

"You're welcome."

Hawk smiled slightly, resisted the urge to have one with him, and looked at John Garrett in front of him.

"Was the order for those three Hydra agents to go to my house issued by you?"

"Yes."

"May I ask the reason?"

"Sharon Carter is a S. H. I. E. L. D. agent, I am a Hydra agent, ordered to take over the entire New York branch. If she escaped alive, it would make me look very incompetent."

"Makes sense."

Hawk nodded as he listened to the explanation given by John Garrett, and then he was amused.

"Then you didn't think that doing this would offend me?"

"I did."

"And then?"

"Sharon Carter must die."

"Alright."

Hawk chuckled, looking at John Garrett, who was leaning back in his chair, seemingly ready to welcome death in a comfortable posture: "You have one last chance to say your final words."

John Garrett got up from the chair, straightened his suit and tie, and then, under Hawk's gaze, made a gesture that is now strictly prohibited by various European countries.

And then—

... ===== CHAPTER 388 =====