Chapter 974: Alkali Lake Dam (Second update!!)

*Snap! *

The sound of bones being crushed came from the neck of the African chief pinched by Hawk's right hand in this strangely quiet Oval Office.

In an instant.

The African chief, who was originally in Hawk's hand, kicking his feet wildly, and his hands trying to pry open Hawk's palm, stopped all his movements while the expression on his face froze.

*Thump! *

The African chief fell to the ground, soft, with wide-open eyes, lying on the ground, motionless.

Just an African chief, and it's not like he hadn't killed one before.

Besides.

Killed is killed, what can you do to me?

Hawk looked at the Secret Service agents who rushed in first, and the Secret Service agents who were following behind and rushing here, his expression calm.

The leading Secret Service agents looked at the African chief's corpse lying on the floor and took a cold breath instantly.

The next second.

They looked at Hawk again, their fingers pressing the triggers...

"Don't fire!"

"Stop!"

Just at the moment this group of Secret Service agents was about to pull the triggers, a hurried roar came from a corner of the office.

A few Secret Service agents looked at the white old man who stopped them from firing, their pupils contracted, and at the same time, they subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief and took their fingers off the triggers.

Hawk also looked at the white-haired old man who was crawling up from the floor, following the sound, and raised an eyebrow.

But he didn't speak.

After the white-haired old man got up, he took a deep breath and said in a deep voice to the Secret Service agents blocking the door: "Put down your guns."

The leading Secret Service agent, listening to this order, frowned slightly.

"Vice..."

"I said put down your guns!"

"..."

The Secret Service agent who was interrupted looked at the white-haired old man's sharp gaze and chose to obey, turning to the Secret Service agents behind him and saying: "Put down your guns."

All the Secret Service agents, at the order of their captain, put away their pistols one after another.

The white-haired old man ordered again!

"Get out."

"... Yes!"

Still the same leading Secret Service captain, after saluting the white-haired old man, turned around, led the Secret Service team members who had rushed in just now, and left the Oval Office, and when leaving, symbolically brought the door that had been smashed by them and only half left.

Soon.

The Secret Service agents retreated to the corridor outside.

The white-haired old man scanned the tragic state of the Oval Office, finally scanned the African chief who died with his eyes open at Hawk's feet, then took a deep breath, looked up at Hawk: "My name is Barron Turner, Mr. Phoenix, maybe we can talk now."

Hearing this, Hawk looked at the white-haired old man Barron Turner, who was looking at him, thought for a while, and then, under the latter's gaze, walked straight behind the desk full of historical atmosphere, helped up the chair that had just been overturned, sat on it, put his feet directly on the desk, crossed his hands on his chest, leaned on the chair, and looked at the white-haired old man Barron Turner who said he wanted to talk to him again.

"Good, how do you want to talk."

"You say!"

Barron Turner didn't hesitate.

The destroyed Quantico, the wiped-out Pentagon, and killing the African chief without hesitation, these three things were all big things individually, but connecting these three things together was enough to prove that this mutant Hawk Phoenix, whom they were completely unable to contend with, was here to destroy the country.

But after destroying Quantico, wiping out the Pentagon, and finally killing the African chief, Hawk's anger had also been temporarily relieved.

It was precisely because of this that Barron Turner thought of bringing up "peace talks" again.

Fortunately.

The other party also loosened his mouth.

Barron Turner, who was over sixty and had been mixing in Washington for most of his life, looked at Hawk's sitting posture, which was sitting on the power of the Federation, without squinting: "As long as I can do it, I can do it."

Hawk, listening to Barron Turner's words, gave a scoffing laugh.

"What you can do, you can do, then what if it's what you can't do?"

"I'll find a way to do it."

"Heh!"

Hawk gave another light laugh, and then looked at Barron Turner with cold eyes: "Wiping you out, everything you have is mine, so, you only have one sentence to convince me, Mr. Turner, I'll give you one minute to think of a reason to convince me."

After saying this.

He leaned on the chair behind him and closed his eyes under Barron Turner's gaze.

The atmosphere in the Oval Office froze again.

Barron Turner, who had some abrasions on his scalp due to the collision and looked very embarrassed, stood on the blue-bottomed golden eagle carpet, his thoughts turning rapidly.

And the staff and high-ranking officials who were lying on the ground pretending to be dead didn't dare to move at all, and didn't even dare to breathe loudly, trying their best to play the role of a qualified corpse.

Still the same sentence.

The best actors are always in politics, so these high-ranking officials were very skilled at playing corpses.

However, Hawk was too lazy to poke through their disguise.

No need.

If he wanted these people to live, they could live, but if he didn't want these people to live, they were playing corpses now, and after he left, they would become real corpses.

Time ticked away.

One minute, not long, not short, passed in the blink of an eye.

Hawk, who was leaning on the chair, opened his eyes and looked at Barron Turner again, who was standing in front of the desk full of historical atmosphere, speechless, his body trembling, but still trying hard not to fall down.

"Why, can't think of a reason for me not to kill you all?"

"Sorry."

Barron Turner showed a difficult smile: "I cannot give you a reason I cannot fulfill, at least I cannot give it now."

Hawk, listening to this answer from Barron Turner, raised an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"I'm just a vice."

In the federal political system, let's put it this way, the president has real power, the secretary of state also has real power, only the vice president exists attached to the president.

To put it bluntly.

The vice president, in the federal system, can't even be considered a mascot, but at the same time, the vice president is the person closest to the center of power.

Because once the president has something, the vice president will successfully fill the position, without even needing to run for election, and can instantly obtain the highest power.

Of course.

This takes time, after all, power takes effect, and it needs to be sworn in according to the Bible.

Hawk naturally knew this too.

After all, he studied law, and before he got the power of the Little Universe, his goal was to run for the lifetime president of the Supreme Court.

So—

Hawk, listening to Barron Turner's answer, and under the latter's gaze, pulled out a smile.

"I like your honesty, Mr. Turner."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Hawk said with a smile, then changed the subject, looking at Barron Turner.

"X-Academy, the surviving mutants, where did they go?"

"Alkali Lake Dam."

"Who is leading the team."

"Eisen Brooke, the second deputy director of the Sentinel Services."

"The one who escorted William Stryker over?"

"No."

Barron Turner shook his head: "Originally it was Adiya who went, he is the first deputy director, but after you left Quantico, Adiya went to the Memorial Hospital for hospitalization due to sudden illness."

Hearing this, Hawk couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.

"This Adiya seems to be a smart person too."

"Yes."

"It's a pity that many of you are not as smart as this Adiya."

Look at Adiya's operation.

Sick escape!

The military won, and he, the first deputy director of the Sentinel, can take the opportunity to succeed as director.

Hawk won, and he still counts as winning, as long as Hawk doesn't destroy the earth, then, he is alive, which is victory.

Barron Turner, listening to Hawk's ridicule, was silent for a while and nodded.

"Yes, Adiya is very smart."

"I like dealing with smart people."

Hawk, while saying this, withdrew his feet, got up from the chair he was sitting on, stood straight, and looked at Barron Turner: "And you, Mr. Turner, for the sake of your honesty, I can give you a chance."

During the speech.

He didn't wait for Barron Turner to react, his voice cold. ===== CHAPTER 976 =====