Chapter 961: Marvel: Awakening the Little Universe at the Start, Chapter 522

Boom!

The command tower, constructed of reinforced steel and concrete, buckled in response; accompanied by a shockwave expanding in a spherical shape, the tower let out a mournful groan amidst the violent explosion before collapsing with a roar.

All the soldiers stared blankly at the grim dust cloud that shot into the sky, constantly shifting in shape.

And at the figure looming faintly behind that dust cloud.

Above the ruins of the tower that had collapsed in the blink of an eye, a figure slowly rose from a half-crouched position, and then, under the gaze of countless soldiers, tipped their toes to the ground and slowly ascended once more from the dissipating smoke and dust.

A dark red combat suit, seemingly woven from blood and night, tightly wrapped around Hawk’s statue-like physique.

Hearing Wanda had made this.

After all, his suit had been beaten into rags back at the mutant underground community.

Hawk had originally intended to make his entrance in his original attire.

But Hearing Wanda wouldn't allow it, insisting on using her Scarlet Chaos magic to whip up this somewhat tight-fitting dark red combat suit for him.

It was truly tight.

If it weren't for the fact that he had just made his entrance under everyone's watchful eyes, Hawk would have wanted to squat down and pull at the crotch area.

If he wasn't mistaken, Hearing Wanda must have woven this according to the measurements of the 616 version of himself.

What a pity.

His own authentic measurements were a bit larger than the 616 version of himself.

So...

It was a bit tight.

Forget it.

No point thinking about it.

Hawk cast the thought of adjusting his crotch to the back of his mind for the moment, hovering in mid-air like a descending demon king, lowering his gaze to survey the terrified family members of the Quantico military base looking up at him, as well as the soldiers who were quickly running to get geared up after their shock, finally fixing his eyes on the joint military building of the Quantico military base.

"I'll give you ten minutes to attack me freely."

"After ten minutes, if you don't want to die, bring William Stryker to me."

"Otherwise, you die!"

Hawk’s voice, cold and calm, rang through every corner of the Quantico military base.

Once again.

His energy might be temporarily gone, but his strength remained.

Let’s put it this way.

With his current Celestial body, even if the Kryptonian Superman from the neighboring universe came, as long as it wasn't Silver Superman, he could beat Superman into calling him daddy.

"Rat-tat-tat!"

Just as Hawk’s words fell, three Apache attack helicopters, having reacted immediately and started up, formed an attack formation and ascended.

Then, without any hesitation.

The 30mm chain guns on the noses of the three Apache attack helicopters spat out long tongues of fire, and the metal storm formed by armor-piercing rounds descended upon Hawk in an instant.

The next second.

Hawk was instantly engulfed by this metal storm.

But...

Hawk stood in mid-air amidst the metal storm, completely unmoved!

The warheads struck his body, emitting a dense, rain-like clanging sound; they couldn't even pierce the dark red tight-fitting combat suit Hearing Wanda had woven, let alone penetrate his physical defenses.

"Rumble!"

On the ground, accompanied by the sound of tracks grinding against the earth, two tanks that had been started up appeared below, billowing thick smoke, and then their barrels began to swivel, aiming at Hawk in mid-air.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Accompanied by the shaking of the tank bodies, two shells whistled, tearing through the sky, and erupted in brilliant explosions the moment they hit Hawk.

The thick smoke of the explosion soon dissipated.

Hawk appeared once again, unscathed, standing in the exact same spot he had been in before.

But soon.

More fighter jets took to the sky, and more tanks appeared.

In an instant.

The metal storm of armor-piercing rounds.

The meteor shower of tank shells, and the sound of those who had reacted, built fortifications on the spot, and then relied on those positions to fire wildly at Hawk with rifles and machine guns, formed a bizarre concerto.

It was called bizarre because neither the attacks from the Apache attack helicopters nor the tank shells had the qualifications to make Hawk sway even an inch in place.

Hawk just stood there in mid-air, letting these soldiers exhaust every method to attack him.

In the military base building, the generals who had rushed to the operations center went crazy as they watched Hawk standing in mid-air on the big screen.

Likewise.

William Stryker, who was at the Sentinel Services in Niuyuecheng, also went crazy.

Because...

Just as he had finished notifying the Quantico military base, he happened to hear Hawk’s wild words.

This mutant was calling him out by name?

And he had run to the airspace above the Quantico military base to demand him?

Jesus Christ.

Who do you think you are, Magneto, playing the king...

Then Stryker also saw on the big screen the image of Hawk remaining unmoved in the face of the helicopters' metal storm, tank shells, and various light and heavy weapons.

Soon.

Stryker reacted.

Likewise, the generals in the Quantico base building also reacted.

In a word.

It was too dangerous here; they had to be stationed in a safe place before they could issue orders.

What a pity.

Just as this group of generals prepared to go downstairs, the ten minutes were up.

Hawk was a man of his word.

He said he would give Quantico ten minutes of free-fire time, so it was ten minutes—not a second less.

Of course, not a second more, either.

So—

Hawk’s gaze swept around the Apache attack helicopters that had surrounded him in the air.

The next second.

He moved.

Hawk vanished from his spot instantly; with his extraordinary energy temporarily blocked, his physical body was his weapon.

And the best weapon at that.

None other.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

The Apache attack helicopters that had been frantically pouring out a metal storm around Hawk instantly suffered sympathetic detonations the moment Hawk’s figure pierced through them, turning into brilliant fireballs blooming in the sky.

And it was a whole circle of them.

Immediately after.

Hawk landed in front of a tank that had fired the earliest and the most, then peered through the tank’s observation port, grinned at the driver whose expression had become twisted due to his arrival, and then, clenching his right hand into a fist, struck the tank directly in front of him.

Boom!

Bang!

The tank instantly turned into a streak of light, like a soccer ball kicked away, whistling as it landed on an open-air fuel tank in the rear.

A heaven-shaking explosion rang out.

"Go, go, go!"

"Get out, get out!"

"Quick!"

At this very moment, the generals who had already run out of the base building were running with anxious expressions toward the exclusive vehicles already parked at the entrance.

But just then.

Bang!

The roof of the dead-yellow off-road vehicle directly facing the entrance of the base building buckled in response.

Hawk landed on the roof, smiling brilliantly.

"Protect the Gener—"

"Bang!"

Hawk watched a black Lieutenant Colonel speak, appeared instantly in front of him, ignored the soldier nearby attempting to kill him with a small pistol, then reached out with both hands, gripping the Lieutenant Colonel's neck with one and his head with the other, before pulling with force.

"Pfft!"

"Thud!"

Hawk dropped the trash in his hands with an expressionless face, his voice cold: "If there is another gunshot after three seconds, I will send you all to hell."

The words had just fallen.

The General protected by the black Lieutenant Colonel roared instantly: "Stop, cease fire, cease fire."

Several other Generals also reacted, shouting at their own guards one after another.

Three seconds later.

The gunfire vanished.

Hawk smiled, his gaze falling upon the first General who had spoken.

He looked at the General before him, whose appearance seemed somewhat familiar, and frowned.

"Your name."

"Thaddeus Ross!"

"..."

Hawk raised a brow: "General Ross, now, we can talk, can't we?"

It seemed that Thaddeus Ross, the General Ross who was a variant from the mutant universe, looked at the guard split into two pieces at Hawk's feet, cast a glance at the burning helicopter wreckage in the distance, the remains of several tanks, and the open-air fuel tank burning with raging flames, took a deep breath, maintained the decorum expected of a federal General, and looked at Hawk before him.

"Yes, we can talk."

"Very good."

Hearing this, Hawk smiled slightly, then spoke in a calm tone.

"I gave you ten minutes to fire at me freely, to let you attempt to eliminate me."