Chapter 972: Kill the Pentagon first, then kill the African chief (First update!)

*Boom! *

With Hawk's last punch falling, the alloy door, which had been dented to the point of no return, finally made a difficult sound and was finally pierced by Hawk's punch.

Inside the safe house.

Everyone, including Thaddeus Ross, was looking at the alloy door that had been punched through with shock and fear, and under the force of two palms, it was forcibly pulled open to create a gap for one person to enter.

The next second.

Hawk, wearing a scarlet tight-fitting battle suit, appeared in the sight of everyone in the safe house with a blank expression, his calm face reflected by the piercing red light of the safe house.

Throughout the process, Hawk didn't say a word.

Only the piercing alarm of the safe house, the metal distortion sound of the alloy door being torn behind him, and the heartbeat of everyone in the safe house under this strange situation.

"Heh!"

Hawk's gaze scanned everyone hiding in the safe house, and then he fixed his gaze on Thaddeus Ross's face.

Thaddeus Ross opened his mouth.

"Mr. Phoenix, we can..."

"*Snap! *"

The moment Thaddeus Ross opened his mouth, Hawk appeared in front of the latter, raised his right hand, pinched the latter's neck directly, and squeezed hard.

The expression on Thaddeus Ross's face froze instantly, and his gaze also stayed in three parts tension, three parts unease, three parts panic, and the last one part expectation, and then began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

*Thump! *

Hawk loosened his right hand, letting Thaddeus Ross's corpse, with wide-open eyes, fall freely, and then his voice was calm.

"Talk?"

"Do you think I am Magneto?"

Although the reason why this group of people could be so arrogant toward mutants is mostly because of the help of Professor X, who stood in the human camp as a mutant.

But there is another part of the reason because of the mutant hawk leader Magneto.

Old Wan is actually not a typical hawk either.

If you have to define Old Wan, Hawk thinks more that "surrender faction" is a more suitable title for Old Wan.

Good guy.

What do you think rebellion is?

Treating guests to dinner? At that time, you had already attacked the White House, and you were just one step away. Even if you had chopped the president at that time, it would have been fine.

And the result?

Not only was the president not chopped, but even under Professor X's mouth cannon, he chose to give up the great cause so waterily.

*Hiss! *

It directly turned a life-and-death struggle into a child's game, so it's no wonder that this group of people in the Federation treats mutants like pigs and dogs.

If it were Hawk, Hawk would also do the same.

I abuse you thousands of times, but you have no personal threat to me, even if you attack the door, so what? Anyway, there is Professor X, a mouth cannon, and it will make you feel that I can put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha on the spot.

So—

The current situation of mutants on this earth is eighty percent attributed to the Virgin Professor X, and another twenty percent attributed to the surrender faction Magneto.

But Hawk is not these two people.

Can talk?

Talk your mother!

When I spoke to you properly, you didn't listen, so good, when I started to use my fists and feet, and you wanted to speak properly, it was my turn not to listen.

Reciprocity, right.

Very reasonable.

Hawk looked at Thaddeus Ross, who died with his eyes open at his feet, and said so, then raised his foot and stepped on the head under his feet, then looked up at the others in the safe house, his voice cold: "Where is the temp from No. 1600? Contact him."

The others in the safe house looked at each other.

Hawk raised an eyebrow.

"Ten seconds, if the temp from No. 1600 doesn't appear on the big screen, all of you will die!"

"... Contact No. 1600 immediately!"

"Hurry!"

Ten seconds later.

On the big screen in the safe house, the background of the Oval Office appeared instantly, as well as the temp who was sitting behind that desk full of historical atmosphere at this moment.

Hawk looked at the temp who appeared on the big screen, his eyebrows wrinkled.

"Another damn African chief!"

"..."

The temp who appeared on the big screen, listening to Hawk's naked voice, his face turned black instantly.

However, considering that he was originally a black-faced African chief, no matter how black his face was, it couldn't be seen from the outside.

"*Cough, cough! *"

The African chief subconsciously coughed, cleared his throat, and through the big screen, looked at Hawk, who was standing in the safe house of the Pentagon, stepping on a corpse: "Mr. Phoenix, I guarantee you that the matter of the Sentinel Services and the matter of attacking you have nothing to do with No. 1600; they are all William Shi Cuike and Thaddeus Ross's own ideas!"

Passing the buck, right.

They are quite professional in this matter.

Ten years ago, they passed the buck once, pushing all matters against mutants to the shorty Bolivar Trask.

Otherwise?

Directly admit that it was their Federation supporting Bolivar Trask, trying to let the latter research a way to control and suppress mutants?

Don't make trouble.

Only Bolivar Trask can be wrong, not their Federation. Their Federation is thinking of coexisting peacefully with mutants, and their Federation is also blinded.

Just like right now.

The ones who are wrong are William Shi Cuike and Thaddeus Ross, not others, and certainly not the Federation's No. 1600.

Hawk looked at the African chief on the big screen, talking nonsense with a straight face, and laughed.

The African chief also laughed.

"Mr. Phoenix, you have..."

"*Pfft! *"

"Ah!"

"Shit!"

"Fuck!"

Hawk didn't wait for the African chief to speak again, his figure moved instantly, and he came directly in front of another general, his palm exerting force, directly squeezing his head, bringing the screams and fear of the people in the safe house, and the expression of the politician's smile on the African chief's face on the big screen froze.

"Phoen..."

"*Pfft! *"

"Ah!"

"Jesus Christ!"

"..."

The African chief was silent, looking through the screen at the third new headless corpse on the ground in the Pentagon safe house, and Hawk with a blank expression, falling into complete silence.

After a while.

Hawk gave a light laugh and looked back at the big screen.

"Not speaking anymore?"

"..."

The African chief pursed his lips.

Speak?

How to speak, as a politician, how could he not see that Hawk was just demonstrating, as long as he spoke, Hawk would kill people. In this situation, how could he speak.

"Hehe, I thought you, this African chief, were as stupid as the African chief who was almost exterminated by me in the world I am in."

Hawk looked at the African chief who didn't answer: "I didn't expect you to be a bit smart."

The next second.

He changed the subject.

"Just..."

"Useless!"

Saying this, Hawk moved instantly again, the scarlet light turned into lightning, instantly passing through the bodies of the others who were still surviving in the safe house at this moment, accompanied by the blood foam filling the safe house, and when Hawk's figure appeared again, the safe house was already empty.

Still the same sentence.

When I spoke to you properly, you didn't listen. Since that's the case, when you try to speak properly to me, I won't listen either.

Hawk looked at the African chief on the big screen, the corners of his mouth raised.

"African chief, since you are so smart, guess why I let the people here contact you?"

"..."

As soon as these words came out.

The African chief, who watched the blood foam filling the safe house, turned his thoughts, reacted instantly, his face showing horror, and subconsciously looked at Hawk on the big screen.

But Hawk had already disappeared.

"Bad!"

"He is heading here..."

The African chief in the Oval Office instantly had alarm bells ringing, slapped the table and stood up, roaring in horror.

The next second.

The piercing alarm sound instantly rang through the entire white building, and the air defense system automatically went online and began to prepare for operation.

But before the air defense system could make a complete reaction, the moment the close-in weapon system above the white building just turned its muzzle, a scarlet stream of light, like a meteorite falling from the sky, accurately pierced toward the roof of the white building.

*Boom—! *

No detour, no probing, only the most extreme penetration!

The sturdy white dome turned into powder the moment it touched Hawk, and the scarlet light didn't slow down in the slightest, piercing through every floor slab with the force of a broken bamboo.

The chandeliers in the Federal Hall turned into crystalline powder under the shockwave.

The silk wall decorations in the Red Room were torn into pieces by the shockwave.

The exquisite furniture in the Blue Room rolled and disintegrated in the air wave.

The so-called reinforced concrete was like fragile cardboard, exploding inward, and a large hole penetrating the entire main body of the white building from top to bottom was formed.

Gravel and dust poured downward like a waterfall.

The entire process took less than half a second!

In the Oval Office, the moment the African chief's roar was still echoing, the ceiling burst open.

Hawk fell vertically from the building debris falling all over the sky, and the moment his toes stepped on the blue-bottomed golden eagle carpet symbolizing the Federation, the shockwave that followed instantly shattered all the bulletproof glass in the office, and the rolling air wave blew away the African chief, the staff, and everyone who had received the notice and rushed here to hold an emergency meeting to discuss countermeasures. ===== CHAPTER 974 =====