Chapter 602

"I don't fucking care!"

"Strucker."

"I'm very curious, where did you get the illusion that you could use children to blackmail me?"

"Just because I care about my family?"

"Of course."

"I care about them very much."

"But..."

"If you think that because I care about them, I can be blackmailed by you using them, then you are very wrong."

"I don't fucking care at all!"

"So—"

Hawk's gaze passed through the satellite peeping at him overhead, seemed to meet Strucker's eyes, his mouth arched, outlining a playful smile: "I want to play a game with you, to see which of us doesn't care."

After saying that!

Phoenix Ray!

Hawk's eyes were hot, and a Phoenix Ray blasted onto the right shoulder of Werner, who was bound in the air by him.

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

"No!"

Accompanied by Werner's irrepressible scream, Strucker, who was in the Hydra base, looked at Werner, whose right arm had been severed by Hawk in an instant, and roared with eyes splitting: "Fuck, fuck!"

Strucker was furious.

Why did he keep his son outside? Wasn't it so that one day, if Hydra failed and he was exposed, his son could still live well?

But now, his son had still been found, and, right in front of him, he had watched him lose an arm.

Strucker was trembling all over, staring fixedly at the satellite screen in front of him.

"Fuck, stay away from my son; if you have anything, come at me. Let go of my son, and I'll give your children back to you."

"Too late."

"What?"

"You heard it."

Hawk raised the corner of his mouth, listening to the heavenly sound of Werner's screams reaching his ears, his tone very calm: "I said, I don't need to use your son to blackmail you into doing anything."

He wasn't a villain.

As everyone knows.

Only villains use the protagonist's loved ones to blackmail the protagonist.

Strucker gritted his teeth.

"Then what do you want to do."

"I said, play a game with you; I don't care about the three children of mine in your hands, and you'd better not care about your son either."

Hawk raised the corner of his mouth, while the scarlet color in his eyes gradually condensed, preparing to give Werner, who had been shorn of an arm, a quick end, while holding the phone, his tone deep: "Watch carefully, don't blink, because, when I finish speaking, you will never see your son again."

The words fell!

Phoenix Ray out.

Werner, bound in the air and screaming, exploded like a red light.

Hawk also directly released his right hand, letting the satellite phone fall toward the sea below.

In an instant!

The screaming stopped.

The scarlet light dissipated, and along with Werner, who had been directly hit by the Phoenix Ray, he also disappeared without a trace along with the light.

"No—"

"Thump!"

Even the heart-wrenching roar from Strucker on the satellite phone disappeared the moment the satellite phone fell into the sea.

Hawk, standing in mid-air, looked up, took one last look at the satellite peeping at him, and then the Phoenix Ray shot out, instantly breaking through the clouds and accurately hitting the peeping satellite.

"Boom!"

"Hiss!"

"Sir, the satellite has been shot down; do you need to call its..."

The Hydra agent looked at the giant screen that had instantly turned into static, subconsciously turned his head, and then instantly swallowed the words he was about to say.

At first glance.

Strucker widened his eyes, staring fixedly at the giant screen in front of him, looking as if he were in a trance.

But if one looked closely, one would find that his lips were currently trembling uncontrollably.

Strucker's lips moved, seeming to want to say something, but his throat seemed to be pinched, and he could only squeeze out broken, off-key: "Heh... heh..."

He couldn't believe it, his mind constantly replaying the scene of Hawk's Phoenix Ray mercilessly blasting onto his son and instantly dissolving him.

Just in the blink of an eye, countless blood colors seeped out from the bottom of his eyes.

His son...

Dead?

No!

How did he dare.

How did he dare to kill his son; didn't he know that he also held the lives of his three children in his hands?

Right.

His three children.

Strucker reacted, his nasal cavity emitted thick breathing, his eyes instantly turned red, and then his voice was like a roar filled with the most primitive, inhuman, and extremely sharp anger.

"Ah—!!!"