Chapter 948: Marvel: Starting with Awakening the Little Universe Chapter 515

According to statistics from a certain agency, in the America of the eighties, the average number of bank robberies was 1.5 per day.

That was for the whole country, but if you look at the statistics for New York City alone.

Let's put it this way.

At least five times a day.

And that’s just the baseline.

So...

It was perfectly normal for Hawk and Hearing Wanda to encounter a bank robbery on their first day after arriving; there was nothing to make a fuss about.

But the scene that followed was worth making a fuss about.

Counting from the moment this group entered the bank, it took them about three minutes to run out with two backpacks, then quickly get into their car and leave the street.

Hawk and Hearing Wanda, who had already planned to rob the robbers, exchanged a glance and followed them.

Mostly Hearing Wanda.

Hawk’s extraordinary means had temporarily vanished, but there was still Hearing Wanda; after systematic training by the witch Agatha, plus the memory infusion from the 616 universe, tracking a group of robbers was quite easy.

Very soon.

Hawk and Hearing Wanda tracked the vehicle to a warehouse near the Hudson River that looked completely unremarkable from the outside.

The five robbers were currently inside, taking stock of their haul.

"Nice!"

"How much?"

"About six hundred and fifty thousand, thirteen thousand each!"

"Beautiful!"

"God."

Bursts of excited exclamations erupted from the mouths of the five robbers.

After all, this wasn't the twenty-first century, but the eighties; at this time, the purchasing power of the greenback was still quite robust.

Even in the twenty-first century, the annual salary of Hawk’s father-in-law, George Stacy, was only about 150,000 to 160,000 dollars.

Just as the five were looking excited, rubbing their hands together, staring at the greenbacks, and fantasizing about a wonderful future, a sudden voice rang out in their ears.

"Good work, everyone, you can give the money to me now."

"..."

The expressions of the five robbers froze, and they subconsciously looked in the direction the voice came from.

Coming into view.

Before they knew it, a handsome man and a beautiful woman had appeared before them, and it was the cool-looking man who had spoken.

The five were stunned again, then after exchanging glances, they stood up in unison.

The man in the lead, sporting a Beatles-style curly haircut, looked at Hawk.

"Who are you?"

"Phoenix."

Hawk’s tone was calm: "Hawk Phoenix. Leave the money, and you can go."

Upon hearing this, the Beatles-lookalike exchanged a glance with his four partners, then burst into loud laughter before looking at Hawk.

"Are you joking?"

"No, this is just a warning. Leave the money, and you live."

Hawk’s expression was calm.

He had no objection to robbing robbers.

Let's put it this way.

If he could have awakened his Little Universe earlier, he would have been robbing robbers a long time ago.

Morality?

Are you sure you want to talk about morality with a transmigrator?

The most important point.

Robbing robbers has nothing to do with morality; one could even say it’s acting on behalf of heaven.

After all, he didn't rob the bank; he only robbed the robbers who robbed the bank.

The lead Beatles-lookalike listened to Hawk’s words, lowered his head with a smile, and when he looked up again, the smile on his face had vanished.

The next second!

The Beatles-lookalike abruptly vanished from where he stood, and when he appeared again, he was already behind Hawk.

"Snap!"

The Beatles-lookalike, who had appeared behind Hawk without warning, quickly locked Hawk’s throat with his arm, and a pistol was immediately pressed against Hawk’s forehead.

"Give you, you think—"

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

Before the Beatles-lookalike could finish, Hawk, who did not fear the man firing the gun, directly reached out, applied force, and accompanied by the sound of shattering bone, pried open the man's arm. He then delivered a strike that shattered the arm holding the gun. By the time the man screamed subconsciously and the pistol hit the ground, he was already being held by the neck and lifted into mid-air by Hawk.

"John!"

"Boss!"

"Shit!"

"Snap!"

"Let our boss go!"

The other four robbers, who had originally been watching with amused smiles, saw this sudden, shocking turn of events, their smiles vanished instantly, and they hurriedly drew their weapons.

One of the robbers, in his panic, pulled the trigger the moment he drew his weapon.

"Bang!"

"Hum!"

Hearing Wanda, standing beside Hawk, opened her right hand, and scarlet Chaos Magic instantly appeared on the incoming bullet, pinning the casing in mid-air.

The next second.

Hearing Wanda clenched her right hand abruptly, and in an instant, the remaining four robbers were lifted off the ground, unable to speak or move, suspended in mid-air.

Hawk’s gaze looked at the Beatles-lookalike he was holding with great interest, then he narrowed his eyes with a sense of confirmation.

"Mutant?"

"..."

The Beatles-lookalike, held by the neck by Hawk, felt his pupils contract upon hearing this, which seemed to corroborate Hawk’s question.

Hearing Wanda, hearing this, looked at Hawk curiously.

"What mutant?"

"Genetic mutation."

Hawk said, remembering a wolf he seemed to have seen in the transit tunnel, and then thought of the universe reset.

Actually, upon knowing that his daughter Jean was lost in the multiverse, he had a feeling that Jean must have been lost in the mutant universe.

After all, his daughter was named Jean, inherited Hearing Wanda’s fire-red long hair, and also inherited his Phoenix Force.

It was hard for Hawk not to associate this with the Phoenix, Jean Grey, of the mutant universe.

But...

Before it was confirmed, all of this was just speculation.

Right now?

Everything seemed to be confirmed.

This should be the mutant universe, and what he saw just now should have been Wolverine Logan from *Days of Future Past*, and the reason the universe here was reset was also because Wolverine reversed the future.

Just then.

One of the robbers, who looked to be about sixteen or seventeen and was pinned in mid-air by Hearing Wanda’s scarlet Chaos Magic, spoke with effort.

"You... you are also mutants, mutants helping mutants."

"..."

Hawk came back to his senses, looked at the robber who had spoken, then looked at the Beatles-lookalike in his hand, chuckled, and tossed the man aside.

Hearing Wanda also withdrew her scarlet Chaos Magic, and the four robbers fell to the ground one by one.

The same sixteen or seventeen-year-old robber, after landing, was the first to run to the side of the Beatles-lookalike, exclaimed "Boss," and then placed his hands on the man's injuries.

As the sixteen or seventeen-year-old robber’s hair visibly fell to the ground, the Beatles-lookalike, whose left arm had been twisted and whose right forearm had been shattered, recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It looked—

As if this sixteen or seventeen-year-old robber had used his own hair in exchange for healing the Beatles-lookalike.

Hearing Wanda watched this scene and looked at Hawk: "Is this also a mutant?"

Hawk nodded.

"Yes, this should be a Delta-level mutant with relatively low side effects."

"Delta-level?"

Hearing Wanda looked at Hawk curiously.

Hawk kept it brief and gave Hearing Wanda a primer on the origin of mutants.

Genetic mutation.

The X-gene mutation led to the birth of mutants.

However, the mutant abilities of mutants are strange and varied, and not every mutant possesses powerful mutant abilities after the X-gene mutation.

Simply put.

The hierarchy of mutants is similar to a pyramid structure.

The top-tier Omega-level mutants possess near-infinite potential and can fundamentally manipulate matter or energy reality.

Next are the Alpha-level mutants, whose abilities are equally powerful and usually perfectly controlled, allowing them to use their abilities as freely as a light switch.

Then there is the Beta-level.

Mutants of this level are actually similar to the Alpha-level, but they have a distinct characteristic: although they possess powerful abilities, they carry unhideable physical mutations that make it obvious to anyone at a glance that they are different.

The most typical examples are Mystique, who has blue skin and scales, and Beast, who is covered in blue fur with huge hands and feet.

Then there is the Gamma-level.

Although they possess Alpha-level mutant abilities, there is some major flaw or difficulty in controlling them.

For example, Rogue, who absorbs the life force, memories, and even abilities of others upon skin contact and cannot turn it off at will.

Or Arc, whose use of abilities generates radiation that causes harm to teammates and themselves.

Finally, there is the Delta-level that Hawk just mentioned.

Mutants of this level have weaker abilities with no obvious advantages, but also no obvious disadvantages; even if they do, it is of no great consequence, and their appearance is no different from humans, making them the ordinary people among mutants.

Just like the sixteen or seventeen-year-old robber before them, whose ability seems to be healing, but at the cost of losing hair.

As for this Beatle.

He should also be Delta-level; although Hawk's extraordinary energy is gone, his vision remains, and this Beatle's teleportation also seems to have a not-so-obvious flaw.

Actually, there is one more level below the Delta-level.

The Epsilon-level!