Chapter 954: If the Mountain Won't Come to Me, I Will Go to the Mountain (Second Update!!)

Hawk watched the dozen or so armed mutant guards running toward the emergency exit, then looked down at the pistol that had just been shoved into his hand.

This was what the administrator had just pressed into his hand, seemingly for him to use to commit suicide if their side failed.

To be captured by the Sentinel Services was a fate worse than death.

Hawk did not doubt this point at all.

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

Colonel Shi Cuike!

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

Being experimented on!

Just then.

"Hawk."

Hearing Wanda, standing to the side, said to Hawk.

Hawk snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Hearing Wanda beside him.

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

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

"X-Ability Suppressor."

"What is that?"

"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."

"..."

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

Hawk shook his head: "Not sure."

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

Sounds of gunfire erupted from the distant emergency exit, and near the air-raid shelter door, some surviving Epsilon-class mutants, who looked incredibly ugly and deformed, also ran into the shelter under the cover of the mutant guards who were still exchanging fire.

Some Epsilon-class mutants were covered in blood, though it was unclear if it was their own, that of other mutants, or that of the Sentinel Services agents.

Just then.

The administrator's roar came from the direction of the escape tunnel.

"Shit, grenade, quick..."

"Boom!"

Following the violent explosion, the administrator's roar came to an abrupt end. At the same time, dust and smoke swept out from the escape tunnel 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 administrator.

Hawk's brows furrowed slightly.

Meanwhile.

A blood-soaked guard stumbled out of the escape tunnel, carrying the administrator Mark, who had been turned into a pincushion by the blast grenade, and then collapsed to the ground with a thud, taking Mark down with him.

"Boss."

"Dubi."

The guards who had run out of the escape tunnel behind the two saw this scene and rushed to the side of their fallen comrade, Dubi.

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

Guard Dubi, struggling to climb up from the ground, grinned, revealing teeth covered in blood, spat out a piece of shrapnel he pulled from his leg, and charged back into the escape tunnel once more.

For them, the mutants, once they clashed with the Sentinel Services, there were only two possibilities.

Either they die.

Or the Sentinels die.

There was no third option; they would rather go to hell than give the Sentinel Services a chance to capture them alive.

Because if that happened, they would suffer a fate worse than death.

In the sewers and the escape tunnels, the Sentinel Services' cold, machine-like gunfire and the desperate shouts of the mutant guards echoed incessantly.

Hawk looked at the administrator Mark being rescued in a pool of blood, then looked at the Epsilon-class mutants nearby, who wore expressions of terror but were shielding several mutant children in their midst.

For a moment.

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

But...

Did that matter?

Hawk's thoughts turned, then he looked at the pistol the administrator Mark had told him to use for suicide, couldn't help but shake his head and smile, and looked at Hearing Wanda beside him: "Are you okay?"

Hearing Wanda didn't speak; she met the gaze of Hawk, who seemed to have made a decision, smiled slightly, and raised her right hand.

Between her right fingertips, scarlet Chaos Magic swirled.

Although it looked dimmer than before, there was no doubt that the X-Ability Suppressor had not completely suppressed Hearing Wanda's energy.

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

"Understood."

Hawk smiled slightly.

Just then.

Pop, pop, pop!

The two guards standing at the entrance of the air-raid shelter were instantly riddled with holes by the Sentinel agents who were about to storm the shelter.

"Ah!"

"Fuck!"

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

The two mutant guards, seeing the tragic state of their comrades, shouted to a female mutant behind them, then roared and charged outside with their guns, attempting to buy time for the mutants in the shelter.

Even though they knew there were Sentinel agents at the escape tunnel too.

But...

What if their sacrifice could buy a glimmer of hope?

So—

The two mutant guards charged out of the air-raid shelter without hesitation, and then they saw the Sentinel agents, who were in tactical formation, fully armed, with cold eyes, and guns aimed directly at them.

The two mutant guards' four eyes met the countless eyes opposite them.

Immediately after.

The Sentinel agents, without any expression or communication, pulled their triggers in unison.

In an instant.

A dense barrage of bullets, enough to turn the two into pincushions, whistled toward them, covering the area.

The two mutant guards instinctively closed their eyes.

The next second!

"Ding, ding, ding!"

"Duang, duang, duang!"

Almost the moment the two mutant guards ran out, Hawk had also stepped forward and instantly appeared in front of them, shielding the two mutant guards behind him.

The dense barrage of bullets collided with Hawk's body continuously; in the blink of an eye, the suit Hawk was wearing was reduced to rags.

The two mutant guards heard the sound of metal colliding near their ears, opened their eyes, and looked at the majestic, mountain-like back blocking their view, their eyes widening in disbelief.

"Who is this?"

"Who is he?"

"Shit, did the X-Ability Suppressor fail?"

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

Their pupils dilated even further as they looked in disbelief at Hawk, who remained standing before them, unscathed, after the smoke slowly dissipated.

No.

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

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