Chapter 948: If I don't go to the mountain, the mountain comes to me (Second update!!)

Hawk looked at the dozen or so mutant guards carrying weapons as they ran toward the emergency exit, and then looked down at the pistol that had just been stuffed into his hand.

This was what the manager had just stuffed into his hand, seemingly for him to use to commit suicide if they failed.

Being captured by the Sentinel Services is worse than death.

Hawk did not doubt this point.

Because he knew who the person in charge of the Sentinel Services was.

Colonel Stryker!

A ruthless man; it would be no exaggeration to call him the executioner of mutants. For the mutants captured by him, the only path awaiting them was scientific research.

Being researched!

Just then.

"Hawk."

Wanda said to Hawk from the side.

Hawk regained his focus and looked at Wanda beside him.

Wanda raised her hand, her willow-leaf eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if she had discovered something incredible: "My energy…… seems to have been suppressed as well."

Hawk raised an eyebrow, thinking of what the mutant guard had just said.

"X-ability suppressor."

"What is this?"

"A device specifically targeting mutant abilities."

"But I'm not a mutant."

"It's called an X-ability suppressor, but I reckon it might be a supernatural energy suppressor."

"……"

Upon hearing this, Wanda frowned, then seemed to think of something and looked at Hawk: "So, is it possible that your energy was also suppressed because of this?"

Hawk shook his head: "Not sure."

He had only just arrived here less than three hours ago; it was too early to draw conclusions now.

The sound of gunfire came from the distant emergency exit, and at the entrance of the air-raid shelter, some surviving Epsilon-level mutants, whose appearances looked incredibly ugly and deformed, also ran into the air-raid shelter under the cover of the mutant guards who were under fire.

Some Epsilon-level mutants were covered in blood, and it was unclear whether it was their own, other mutants', or the agents of the Sentinel Services.

Just then.

The manager's roar came from the distant escape route.

"Xie Te, grenade, quick……"

"Boom!"

Accompanied by the sound of a violent explosion, the manager's roar came to an abrupt end. At the same time, smoke and dust swept out from the escape route like a storm.

"Mark!!"

"Ah!!"

"Fight them to the death."

A shrill roar rang out, followed by even more intense gunfire.

Mark……

The name of that mutant manager.

Hawk's brow furrowed slightly.

At the same time.

A guard covered in blood ran out from the escape route, staggering while carrying the manager, Mark, who had been turned into a hedgehog by the blast grenade, and then, with a thud, fell to the ground together with Mark.

"Boss."

"Dubie."

The guards who ran out of the escape route behind the two saw this scene and hurriedly ran to the side of their fallen companion, Dubie.

"Don't worry about me, save the boss first, I'm fine."

Guard Dubie, who was struggling to crawl up from the ground, grinned, revealing teeth full of fresh blood, directly pulled out the shrapnel stuck in his leg with a pfft, and then rushed into the escape route once again.

For them, the mutants, once they confront the Sentinel Services, there are only two possibilities.

Either they die.

Or the Sentinels die.

Other than that, there is no third choice; they would rather choose to go to hell than give the Sentinel Services a chance to capture them alive.

Because if that happened, they would be worse off than dead.

In the sewers, in the escape routes, the firing of the Sentinel Services, which was as calm as a killing machine, and the shouts of the mutant guards resisting with all their might, rang out incessantly.

Hawk looked at the manager, Mark, who was being rescued in a pool of blood, and then looked at the Epsilon-level mutants not far away who were showing terror but were shielding several mutant children in their midst.

For a moment.

He actually couldn't tell who was the righteous side and who was the villain.

But……

Does this matter?

Hawk's thoughts turned, then he looked at the pistol that the manager, Mark, had just let him use to commit suicide, couldn't help but shake his head and smile, and then looked at Wanda on the side: "Are you okay?"

Wanda didn't speak; she smiled slightly at Hawk, who seemed to have made some kind of decision, and raised her right hand.

Between her right fingertips, scarlet Chaos Magic swirled.

Although it looked a bit fainter than before, there was no doubt that the X-ability suppressor had not completely suppressed Wanda's energy.

"It's useful, but not that useful."

"Understood."

Hawk smiled slightly.

Just then.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

The two guards guarding the entrance of the air-raid shelter were instantly turned into beehives by the Sentinel agents who were already about to rush into the air-raid shelter.

"Ah!"

"Fuck!"

"Abby, take them and run toward the emergency escape route."

The two mutant guards looked at the tragic state of their companions, shouted toward a female mutant behind them, and then roared, holding their guns as they ran toward the outside, attempting to buy time for the mutants in the air-raid shelter.

Although they also knew that there were Sentinel agents on the side of the escape route.

But……

What if their sacrifice could buy a glimmer of hope?

So—

The two mutant guards, without looking back, rushed out of the air-raid shelter, and then they saw the Sentinel agents, who were setting up a tactical formation, fully armed, with cold eyes, and aiming their gun barrels at them.

The two mutant guards met the countless eyes on the opposite side.

Immediately after.

The Sentinel agents had no expression and no communication; they pulled the triggers in unison.

In an instant.

A dense barrage, enough to turn the two into beehives, whistled out of the barrels and covered them.

The two mutant guards closed their eyes subconsciously.

The next second!

"Ding, ding, ding!"

"Duang, duang, duang!"

Hawk, almost the moment these two mutant guards ran out, also stepped out with his right foot, and then instantly appeared in front of these two mutants, shielding them behind his back.

The dense barrage of bullets kept colliding with Hawk's body; in the blink of an eye, the suit Hawk was wearing turned into rags.

The two mutant guards heard the sound of metal colliding in their ears, opened their eyes, and then looked at the majestic back that was blocking their view, their eyes widening in disbelief.

"Who is this?"

"Who is he?"

"Xie Te, did the X-ability suppressor fail?"

It wasn't just these two mutant guards who were shocked; the Sentinel agents not far away were equally shocked.

Their pupils widened even further, looking in disbelief at Hawk, who was still standing in front of them, unscathed, after the smoke slowly dissipated.

No.

It couldn't be said he was unscathed; at the very least, Hawk's suit jacket had completely turned into rags.

Hawk looked down at the completely ruined jacket on his body, reached out his right hand, grabbed his left sleeve, and with a rip, tore it off along with the ruined white shirt underneath, revealing his sturdy upper body. ===== CHAPTER 950 =====