Chapter 605

"Game over."

"You lost, Strucker."

He had said he would play a game with Strucker.

The name of this game is—

Don't move, move and die!

It's a pity that Strucker fell for it; the moment he tried to kill Jean and the two children he had never met, the automatically activated Andromeda Cloth transmitted the coordinates to Hawk, who was still resting in the sky over the Pacific Ocean at the time.

And so.

He came.

Strucker should also die, and most importantly, he could finally get the Mind Stone he had been thinking about today.

Double happiness.

Simply perfect.

Just then.

Under the gaze of Hawk's deep eyes, the four submarines surfacing from the seabed had already broken the sea surface, cold seawater slid off the sides of the submarines, and they also opened their launch bays at the first moment.

The commanders in the four submarines, looking at Hawk, who was so naked, unreserved, and even had his hands in his pockets, immediately pressed the launch button with anger and expectation.

After all, if it weren't for Hawk, their Hydra would have already succeeded in its second struggle and become the master of the new world.

As a result, because of Hawk, they had to hide under this cold sea surface.

So...

The Hydra agents in this underwater base all had a dream, that is, as long as they could kill Hawk, they could successfully rule the world.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom—!!

Four submarines, a total of twenty-four "Trident" submarine-launched missiles, carried the expectations of the four submarine commanders and countless Hydras in the Hydra combat command center, wrapped in the will of destruction, and rushed into the sky one after another.

They had only one goal.

That was Hawk, who was hovering ten thousand miles in the sky, hands in his pockets, expression indifferent, looking at them like ants.

Hawk looked at the first batch of missiles that seemed to be coming at him against the sky, and his indifferent mouth twitched slightly.

No dodging.

His eyes didn't even blink.

Just then.

The first wave of missiles whistled in.

But...

No fire, no explosion.

Because the moment the first wave of missiles was about to enter within a thousand meters of Hawk's body, in an instant, all the missiles seemed to hit an invisible wall, and in an instant, all the missiles were forcibly compressed and twisted!

Sixth Sense—Psychokinesis.

Hawk didn't move, but his psychokinesis did; under Hawk's now arguably peerless mental power, except for vibranium, there was probably nothing his mental power couldn't obliterate.

Not to mention a few missiles made of scrap metal.

So!

The metal turned into powder.

The explosion reaction was also extinguished.

Followed by the second wave, the third wave.

The missiles were like moths to a flame; after approaching within a thousand meters of Hawk, they disintegrated silently one after another, turning into metal dust floating in the sky, instantly blown away by the high-altitude airflow.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, Hawk was still standing ten thousand miles in the sky, lowering his eyes, as if looking down from a high position, looking down at the four submarines exposed on the sea surface below with an indifferent expression.

"Finished?"

"Then..."

"It's my turn."

Hawk chuckled softly, took his right hand out of his pocket, without charging, without any pre-swing, just pointed his finger at the four submarines below.

"Super—Sonic Fist!"

Yes.

Just super, not the limit.

After all...

For four things cobbled together with a pile of scrap metal, using a supersonic fist was already over the top.

As Hawk's words fell, a white light appeared on the finger he pointed out.

In the blink of an eye, the white light almost covered the entire sea surface below.

Then!

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

"Boom, boom, boom—"

"Holy shit."

"Jesus God!"

"We're done for."

"..."

The Hydra agents in the Hydra base, looking at the giant satellite screen, saw the four submarines instantly explode and shatter under Hawk's light point, and widened their eyes in disbelief.

A Hydra agent even had eyes like dead ashes, slumped on the ground, and then seemed to think of something, took out his weapon, and intended to give himself a quick end.

But just then.

"What are you afraid of."

"Don't forget, we are deep on the seabed seven thousand meters down."

"He can go to heaven, but can he dive down to us with his physical body?"

A veteran Hydra agent looked at his accomplices who had suddenly become desperate, and instantly roared with a ferocious expression.

Under this roar, some desperate Hydra agents reacted one after another.

Oh right.

They were deep on the seabed seven thousand meters below the sea surface.

This depth was not something a mortal body could reach.

Thinking of this, many Hydra agents instantly had hope in their eyes again.

Even the Hydra agent who had prepared to take out his gun and commit suicide put down his pistol.

After all...

If they could live, that would naturally be excellent.

Their attention was all focused on the giant screen in front of them.

The sound of explosions on the sea surface had already disappeared.

After the water columns that filled the sky returned to the ocean, looking out, the sea surface was already a mess.

Debris after the submarine explosion.

Various severed limbs and arms.

The sea surface had already been dyed blood-red.

Boom!

Hawk, ten thousand miles in the sky, fell rapidly, and then under the gaze of countless Hydras widening their eyes, he didn't choose to enter the seawater, but just stood on the sea surface like that.

"God!"

"Great, he really can't come down."

"Hail Hydra!"

"Hail Hydra!"

The many Hydra agents in the command center, seeing this scene of Hawk stopping sharply on the sea surface, cheered instantly.

Hawk also saw the cheering Hydra agents.

But his gaze bypassed these dead people and landed on Wanda, who had already retreated to the room on the second floor, and Pietro, who had been shot in the leg.

Just then.

Clatter!

The Nebula Chain on the Andromeda Cloth suddenly moved, pulling Wanda, who was standing at the door resisting the Hydra agents trying to attack, into the room.

Wanda subconsciously fought back, and a cold voice rang in her ear.

"Relax."

"You will be fine."

"..."

The scarlet aura on Wanda's hands instantly disappeared; for some reason, she subconsciously felt that this voice had no malice toward her.

The next second.

Wanda saw that the Nebula Chain originally wrapped around the cloth began to rotate like a lucky charm, guarding herself, Pietro, Jean, and Billy and Tommy, who were protected by the cloth.

After Hawk finished all this, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the sea surface below.

The phantom of the Phoenix began to emerge slowly behind him in the seawater that was surging beneath his feet during the burning process!

"Part the sea!"

"..."