Chapter 8

A Chitauri soldier who is in the sky, driving a flying vehicle and whistling towards this side while screaming strangely, also sees Hawk standing on the roof.

After all, for invaders, what they like to see most is the public screaming and wailing in powerlessness, trying to escape their butcher knives under their invasion.

So, when everyone else is fleeing in panic, only Hawk stands in place, motionless, it's hard not to notice him.

Eyes meet.

In Hawk's azure eyes, a star seems to be twinkling.

"Human!"

The Chitauri soldier looks at Hawk who is staring at him. Hidden under the dark alloy face mask, his eyes, like snake eyes, seem to have received some signal, detach from the troops, drive his flying vehicle, and dive towards Hawk on the roof.

The first thing upon meeting is an energy bomb.

The energy full of destructive aura gathers at the front of the flying vehicle, and the moment it instantly condenses into shape, it is aimed at Hawk and fired.

Hawk looks at the energy bomb rapidly expanding in his line of sight, his pupils slightly shrinking.

Boom!

The energy bomb hits the roof floor, the ground instantly shatters, making a loud noise while raising dust.

The Chitauri soldier looks at Hawk, who left the moment the energy bomb landed and appeared on the other side unscathed, and pulls the trigger again without any expression.

"Boom, boom, boom!"

"Boom, boom, boom!"

The apartment roof seems to have ushered in the end of the world at this moment, being bombarded by the Chitauri soldier with energy bombs.

Gravel splashes.

Dust fills the sky.

Hawk's figure constantly shuttles back and forth in the dust, dodging the energy bombs fired by the Chitauri soldier one after another.

His figure moves quickly under the energy bombs of the Chitauri soldier.

At first, Hawk was a bit panicked, but now he has calmed down and is handling it with ease.

He only spent less than a minute.

Saints are born for war.

The Chitauri soldier fires continuously.

"Boom, boom, click!"

Accompanied by a crisp sound, the soldier who was constantly firing energy bombs suddenly pauses, then looks down at the flying vehicle whose magazine has been emptied.

Just then.

The wind whistles.

The Chitauri soldier looks up, and into his eyes, a broken water tank steel plate whistles out from the dust, and with a boom, slams into his flying vehicle.

The flying vehicle is hit by the broken water tank steel plate, its movement instantly sways, and the Chitauri soldier sitting on it subconsciously flies off, resulting in a carelessness, falling directly from the flying vehicle.

"Thud!"

"Hiss!"

The Chitauri soldier who fell to the roof quickly gets up and draws the weapon behind his back that looks like a firearm but also has a ghostly green energy source as its core.

"Hiss, hiss, hiss!"

The Chitauri soldier emits an indescribable sound, as if saying something, and as if communicating with his own race.

Although Hawk doesn't quite understand what this Chitauri soldier is doing, he doesn't care much about it.

After all...

Fighting, be serious!

The apartment roof at this moment has already been through a round of crazy attacks by the Chitauri soldier and has already been shattered into a mess.

Although it hasn't collapsed yet, it's no different from collapsing.

More than half of the roof floor has collapsed, and some even continue to collapse to the third floor after collapsing, and the apartment scene on the third floor can be seen.

However, no one noticed what happened on the roof.

New Yorkers are not good at other things, but when it comes to saving their lives, no one knows how to save their lives better than them.

After all, New Yorkers who grew up in various shooting incidents and various terrorist attacks have long practiced the skill of saving their lives without looking back when danger comes.

The dust on the roof gradually dissipates.

Soon.

Hawk's figure appears.

The Chitauri soldier looks at Hawk who appears in front of him, a cold light flashes in his ghostly green eyes, and he instantly pulls his trigger.

"Go to hell!"

"..."