Chapter 950: Stryker, who wants to obtain Hawk (First update!)

Once again!

Although Hawk had no good feelings toward Charles Xavier, also known as Professor X, he also had no prejudice.

Still the same sentence.

None of his business.

Just like how he initially maintained a cold, bystander attitude toward the conflict between mutants and humans here.

He came here to find his daughter, not to help the mutants or humans here solve their troubles.

Let go of the plot to help others, and respect the fate of others.

That was what Hawk thought, and it was also what he did at the beginning.

But……

The tree wants to be still, but the wind does not cease.

The posture of the Sentinel Services was clearly aimed at wiping out the family.

The corpses lying horizontally and vertically in the sewer, and the angry shouts from the escape route because the mutant guards were killed.

When the nest is overturned, are there any intact eggs?

Once the Sentinel Services killed all the mutant guards and rushed inside, would they see him and Wanda and pretend they hadn't seen anything, letting him and Wanda leave here?

The answer is negative.

So……

Then let's fight head-on.

Whoever cowers is a puppy!

Boom!

Hawk's figure braked; the moment he disappeared from the sight of the two mutant guards at the iron door of the air-raid shelter, he had already arrived at the wall adjacent to the escape route. Then, without stopping his pace, the wall made of reinforced concrete was smashed open like fragile tofu.

The next second.

The sound of bullets.

The sound of metal colliding.

The sound of screams.

The sound of exclamations.

Endless to the ear.

Only the species making the screams and exclamations changed from the mutant guards just now to the Sentinel agents who were attempting to drill into the escape route.

At first, these Sentinel agents had cold eyes, killing mutants as if they were killing pigs or dogs, without any emotion, as cold as killing machines.

But as their screams began, they seemed to have changed from cold killing machines into pigs and dogs that could only be slaughtered by others.

As for those mutant guards who, despite being shot, were still resisting stubbornly?

Their expressions were the same as their two companions at the iron door of the air-raid shelter, shocked, as if looking at a god, looking ahead at Hawk, who was bare-chested, flashing directly into the crowd of Sentinel agents, and then, as if entering no-man's land, slaughtering those Sentinel agents as if slaughtering pigs and dogs.

In the blink of an eye, the Sentinel agents attempting to enter the air-raid shelter through the escape route had all been wiped out.

The next second.

Hawk looked up at the iron door that led straight to the ground along the steps, but was currently locked from the outside by someone.

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

As the iron door burst open, the two Sentinel agents who were standing on the ground with guns, aiming at the iron door of the escape route exit and waiting in full battle array, heard this explosive sound, and then, looking at the iron door that was slapping toward them, subconsciously contracted their eyes.

But before they could react, with a slap, the iron door had already plastered onto them, instantly crushing the two into meat paste.

Hawk, bare-chested, covered in the blood of the Sentinel agents, wearing suit trousers and leather shoes, stood in the air after exiting the iron door, his eyes cold, like a demon god, looking down at everything on the ground.

Two riot-control troop carriers with no identifiable markings, as well as the Sentinels blocking the nearby streets, and the thirty or so Sentinel agents who seemed to have sensed something wrong below and were preparing to change equipment and go down to support.

He didn't know if his supernatural energy was suppressed because this universe was a trap, or because this universe was too low-end, causing his Little Universe energy to be unable to project over.

But……

Still the same sentence.

This universe might be able to suppress his supernatural abilities, but it couldn't suppress or modify his life level.

As everyone knows.

Saints are players who cultivate both body and technique, advancing side by side.

Hawk's body was still a God-level body, and he was also just one step away from comprehending the Eighth Sense of life to completely transform his body into a Main God's body.

So what if he couldn't use the energy of the Little Universe for the time being?

He is a god!

Flying is a basic skill.

While Hawk was staring at the many Sentinel agents on the ground, these Sentinel agents also noticed Hawk, who was standing in the air, bare-chested, bathing in blood, like a demon god.

Their pupils contracted one after another.

"Hiss!"

"Is the X-ability suppressor broken?"

"Impossible, the X-ability suppressor is operating normally."

"Then what's the situation with this bastard."

"Fire, fire!"

"Rat-tat-tat!" ===== CHAPTER 952 =====