Chapter 957: Marvel: Starting by Awakening the Cosmo Chapter 520

"Rat-tat-tat!"

"Cling-cling-cling!"

"Clang-clang-clang!"

A dense barrage of bullets was fired once again like a violent storm, continuously striking Hawk’s bare upper body and head as he stood suspended in the air, instantly sparking while producing the clanging sounds of metal colliding.

Hawk remained expressionless, lowering his eyes to watch the bullets that struck his body before falling limply downward, then looked at the Sentinel agents firing below, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

The next second.

He vanished in mid-air, and when he appeared again, he had arrived directly in the middle of the group of Sentinel agents.

And then—

Slaughter.

Wailing.

Hawk slaughtered.

They wailed.

As Hawk ignored the weapons they had always prided themselves on using to deal with mutants, and after he slaughtered them amidst their hail of bullets as if they were pigs and dogs, the Sentinel agents collapsed.

After the first Sentinel agent dropped his weapon and turned to try and flee, a second and a third fleeing Sentinel agent appeared.

But...

"Want to run now?"

"Too late!"

The moment Hawk closed his right hand, a headless corpse fell beside him; he sneered at the Sentinel agents who still knew to scatter and try to escape, then vanished from where he stood.

"Bang!"

"Sir."

In the Sentinel Task Force building in Niuyuecheng, a Sentinel agent hurriedly pushed open their commander's office, looking anxiously at the middle-aged man sitting behind the desk, wearing glasses with a sinister look in his eyes: "Sir, there is a situation with Group B; a mutant who appears to be immune to our X-gene suppressors has surfaced."

The middle-aged man sitting behind the desk looked up.

He was the perennial villain who was inevitably involved wherever there were mutants.

William Stryker!

Although ten years ago, for certain reasons, the federal government had cancelled Bolivar Trask’s Sentinel Program, and Bolivar Trask had been arrested for attempting to sell the "Sentinel Designs" to Russia.

But mutant abilities were too powerful, and the federal government still maintained vigilance against mutants; it was just that due to their wariness of mutants, everything had moved from the public eye to behind the scenes.

William Stryker still received orders to form the Sentinel Task Force specifically targeting mutants.

Over these ten years, he had also been tirelessly capturing mutants and then, in collaboration with certain capital interests, conducting scientific research, attempting to understand and achieve control over the X-gene.

Soon.

William Stryker walked into the combat command center with the Sentinel agent from before.

Coming into view.

The large screen in the combat command center was currently displaying the scene on the surface of the mutant underground community in Queens.

Corpses strewn everywhere.

Blood flowing across the ground.

And...

Hawk, standing amidst the pile of corpses, bathed in blood, bare-chested, like a demon god descended to the world.

Hawk, standing amidst the pile of corpses, seemed to sense something and looked up toward the sky.

At this moment.

Hawk on the large screen seemed to lock eyes with William Stryker.

Four eyes met.

"Dominating aura..."

"Courting death!"

William Stryker’s pupils constricted.

"Who is he?"

"Searching now."

"Not in the federal database."

"Not in the European database."

"Sir..."

The Sentinel in charge of the combat command center looked at Stryker: "No matching data found."

Stryker frowned.

"How much longer for the combat helicopters?"

"Ten seconds!"

A Sentinel responded loudly.

Stryker looked at the large screen; coming into view, two combat helicopters were rapidly approaching Hawk’s location at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hawk also saw the two combat helicopters swooping in from the distance.

The next second.

He scoffed, and with a boom, his figure vanished instantly.

And then—

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Boom!"

"Holy shit!"

"Jesus Christ!"

The Sentinels in the command center watched the large screen in disbelief, letting out a series of gasps as they saw the armed helicopters—which had vanished from their spot a second ago before they could even react—pierced through by something and exploding into fireballs before they had even reached the scene, then falling toward the streets below.

Boom!

The armed helicopters, having burst into fireballs, crashed into an apartment building on the street below, instantly smashing a huge hole in the exterior wall before continuing to fall toward the street.

In an instant.

The street below fell into a panic; fortunately, this was Queens—if it had been Manhattan, two helicopters crashing into the street like that would have taken at least a hundred lives.

Stryker watched the two combat helicopters on the large screen, burning with raging flames as they crashed into the street and caused chaos, while in his mind, he replayed the image of Hawk, who had pierced through the armed helicopters in an instant; there was no shock or fear in his eyes, but rather a look of intense, predatory delight.

"This mutant is better than Professor X."

"He wants this one!"

Colonel Stryker thought to himself, then looked at Hawk, who had returned to the ground of the mutant underground community on the large screen, and took a deep breath.

"Notify the Washington headquarters and request the deployment of the strategic support forces."

"Understood."

The Sentinel nodded and hurriedly began connecting to the Washington headquarters.

After speaking, Stryker continued to watch Hawk—who stood among the corpses, seemingly staring back at him without the slightest avoidance—with eyes that shimmered with the desire to possess him right now.

"Ignoring X-gene suppressors."

"A body comparable to metal."

"Flight?"

"No matter who you are, I will capture you."

"..."