Chapter 956: Stryker Wants to Get Hawk (First Update!)

Once more!

Although Hawk did not have any particular fondness for Charles Xavier, also known as Professor X, he did not have any prejudice against him either.

It still came back to the same thing.

None of his business.

Just as he had maintained a cold, bystander attitude toward the conflict between mutants and humans here from the very beginning.

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

Let go of the savior complex and respect the fate of others.

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

But...

The tree desires stillness, but the wind will not cease.

The posture of the Sentinel Services was clearly aimed at total extermination.

The corpses lying helter-skelter in the sewer, and the angry shouts from the escape tunnel as mutant guards were continuously killed.

Under a collapsed nest, there are no unbroken eggs.

Once the Sentinel Services finished off the mutant guards and rushed in here, would they see him and Hearing Wanda and act as if they saw nothing, letting him and Hearing Wanda leave?

The answer is no.

So...

Then let's face it head-on.

Whoever chickens out is a puppy!

Boom!

Hawk’s figure accelerated; the moment he disappeared from the sight of the two mutant guards at the air-raid shelter’s iron door, he had already reached the wall adjacent to the escape tunnel, and then, without pausing his steps, the reinforced concrete wall before him was smashed open like fragile tofu.

The next second.

The sound of bullets.

The sound of metal clashing.

Screams.

Exclamations.

Endless to the ear.

Only the species emitting the screams and exclamations had changed, in the blink of an eye, from the mutant guards to the Sentinel agents who were attempting to drill in through the escape tunnel.

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

But as their own screams began, they seemed to transform from cold machines of slaughter into pigs and dogs waiting to be slaughtered by others.

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

Their expressions were the same as their two companions at the air-raid shelter door, faces full of shock, as if looking at a deity, watching Hawk—who was shirtless, had flashed directly into the midst of the Sentinel agents, and was now slaughtering them like pigs and dogs as if he were in an empty land.

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

The next second.

Hawk lifted his gaze to the iron door that led straight to the surface via the stairs, but which was currently locked from the outside.

"Boom!"

"Bang!"

As the iron door exploded in response, the two Sentinel agents standing on the surface with guns, waiting in battle formation at the exit of the escape tunnel, heard the sound of the explosion and watched the iron door fly toward them, their pupils subconsciously contracting.

But before they could react, with a slap, the iron door slammed into them, instantly crushing the two of them into meat paste.

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

Two riot transport vehicles with no visible markings, Sentinels blockading the nearby streets, and more than thirty Sentinel agents who seemed to have sensed something wrong below and were preparing to change equipment to go down and provide support.

He did not know if his transcendent energy was being blocked because this universe was a trap, or because this universe was too low-level, causing his small universe energy to be unable to project over.

But...

It still came back to the same thing.

This universe might be able to block his transcendent abilities, but it could not block or modify his life level.

As everyone knows.

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

Hawk’s body was still a Celestial-level body, and he was only 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 his small universe for the time being?

He is a god!

Flight is a basic skill.

While Hawk stared at the many Sentinel agents on the ground, these Sentinel agents also noticed Hawk, who stood in mid-air, shirtless and bathed in blood, like a demon god.

Their pupils contracted one after another.

"Hiss!"

"Is the X-power inhibitor broken?"

"Impossible, the X-power inhibitor is operating normally."

"Then what is the situation with this bastard?"

"Fire, fire!"

"Rat-tat-tat!"