Buildings were collapsing.
At Quantico Military Base, as black lights pierced through one side of the buildings and exited the other, structures began to crumble.
People were screaming.
Amidst the chaotic Military Base, especially in the Base family quarters, countless men and women screamed in panic as they evacuated.
The sky was also weeping.
Throughout the Military Base, soaring flames illuminated the sky above the Base in a fiery red.
The ground was also trembling.
As collapsing buildings crashed to the ground with a roar, the immense impact caused the earth to crack.
From the moment Hawk entered, only half an hour had passed, yet this Military Base, located deep within the U.S. heartland, now resembled a battlefield more closely than Afghanistan.
Armored vehicles, costing millions, lay scattered on the ground, burning and reduced to scrap metal.
Tanks, costing tens of millions, had their cannon barrels snapped off, similarly spewing flames and rendered immobile.
Even fighter jets, costing hundreds of millions of U.S. dollars…
Uh.
There were no fighter jets left at the Base, because every single one had exploded into a pile of scrap metal, no different from the armored vehicles and tanks.
It was clear!
When violence begins to speak, money will fade into insignificance.
"Oh, God!"
"Shoot, shoo…"
"Boom!"
Hawk expressionlessly slapped away a soldier in front of him, who was screaming in fear and firing at him. He glanced down at the white mark left by the bullet on his body, then looked up at the other soldiers in front of him.
To be precise, they were soldiers who had thrown down their weapons and turned to flee.
Hawk glanced, feeling the bullets striking him from behind. The moment he turned, his figure instantly vanished from his original spot.
"Ah!"
"Noisy!"
Hawk opened his right hand and squeezed slightly, expressionlessly crushing a soldier's head. Ignoring the blood splattering onto him, his eyes remained calm as he watched another group of soldiers in front of him, who had thrown down their weapons and chosen to flee.
He did not choose to pursue them.
Although Hawk could be said to have gone berserk by now, in these past thirty minutes, conservatively estimated, the Base's economic losses had already reached billions of U.S. dollars.
But…
Hawk could honestly say that, to this point, he still adhered to his bottom line.
He only killed those who tried to kill him.
After half an hour of engagement, these Base soldiers clearly understood this. Therefore, after armored vehicles caught Fire, tanks exploded, and fighter jets were eliminated, when it was these soldiers' turn, aside from a small number of soldiers who were muddle-headed and fired at Hawk, most soldiers merely held their guns, some not even bothering to disengage the safety.
Thus, when these soldiers saw Hawk appear before them, they felt they had found an excuse. They threw down their weapons, screamed, turned, and ran.
In one sentence.
Surrender and live.
Facts also proved that Hawk did not trouble these soldiers who threw down their weapons and fled.
He also did not want to create more karma.
This was good too.
Everyone understood tacitly.
Anyway, he had only three things to do on this trip to Quantico Military Base.
Thaddeus Ross.
Abomination.
And…
Show off his might.
At present?
After Hawk killed another dozen soldiers who had fired at him, the gunshots in the Military Base completely ceased. As far as the eye could see, there were only the retreating figures of soldiers who had dropped their weapons and were scattering in all directions.
Clearly.
Showing off his might was enough; now only two things remained.
Hawk thought, tearing off the soldier's uniform he was holding. As he used the clothes to wipe the blood from his face, he expressionlessly walked towards the Military Base's command center, which was already in sight, as if taking a leisurely stroll through the constantly igniting and burning ruins of the Base.
At this moment, very few buildings in the entire Base remained intact.
Only the command center building was still fine.
Even when a fighter jet was crashing towards the command center building, seemingly about to destroy both the plane and the building, Hawk helped kick the fighter jet aside.
This was not because Hawk was kind-hearted.
Rather…
Anyone who has eaten a meal knows that the main course, of course, is served last and eaten last.
However, the people inside the command center were not fools. After seeing Hawk kick away the fighter jet, they knew Hawk's plan was to save them for last to kill.
They did not sit idly by either.
These people wanted to escape.
Unfortunately, they could not.
With all five senses fully engaged, Hawk did not give the important figures inside the command center a chance to escape. The armored vehicles and tanks that had fallen within fifty meters in front of the command center building were examples.
Even so, the command center building was not an isolated island.
Quite the opposite.
In front of the command center building, dozens of soldiers formed a human wall, pointing their weapons of equality at Hawk.
"Thud!"
"Thud!"
In this noisy yet silent Military Base, Hawk, wiping blood from his face and slowly walking towards them, made clear footsteps. With each step Hawk took, a blood-stained footprint was left behind.
The footprints stretched from far to near, until finally, the footsteps ceased.
Standing in front of the Military command center building, Hawk wiped the blood from his arms, then casually threw the blood-stained clothes onto the ground. He then stepped his right foot onto the star-spangled banner on the uniform.
The sound of the uniform hitting the ground made the hearts of the defending soldiers at the entrance tremble.
Seeing Hawk's right foot stepping on the star-spangled banner, the defending soldiers at the entrance felt their resolve crumble.
They held their weapons of equality, aiming at Hawk, who stood bare-handed in front of them, his hands in his pockets, his bare upper body revealing an incredibly powerful physique.
But they dared not shoot, even as the desperate roars of the important figures behind them came through their earpieces.
They weren't fools.
If they hadn't been slow to run and had been ordered by these important figures to protect them, they would have already run away with the other fleeing soldiers.
Anyway, they hadn't fired, and standing at the entrance, they saw clearly that as long as they threw down their guns, Hawk in front of them would not trouble them.
So…
Shoot?
Crazy, for a few bucks a month, why risk their lives.
They were capitalist soldiers, not soldiers of faith.
This was also why they hadn't found an excuse to escape yet…
Just then.
Hawk looked at the soldiers forming a human wall in front of him, attempting to stop him from entering, but whose weapons, with an unspoken understanding, didn't even have their safeties disengaged. He chuckled softly.
"Heh!"
"Clatter!"
"Ah!"
"God!"
"Help!"
As if rehearsed, the moment Hawk's soft chuckle left his lips, the soldiers forming the human wall in front of him, by mutual consent and with great understanding, simultaneously dropped their weapons. Then, screaming, shouting, and panicking, they quickly vanished from Hawk's sight in a flash.
A gentle breeze blew past.
The door to the Base command center was already open.
The important figures inside the command center were completely dumbfounded by this sight.
Hawk, on the other hand, smiled.
He smiled very happily, without any pretense.
"Hahaha!"
"…"
The important figures inside watched Hawk on the large screen, standing downstairs, his back to the skeletons of armored vehicles, tanks, and corpses, laughing. Their faces turned ashen, trembling.
But it wasn't trembling from anger.
It was trembling from fear.
Because they now understood one thing: their lives were no more precious than those of the soldiers outside, nor were they more precious than the armored vehicles costing millions of U.S. dollars, the tanks costing tens of millions, or the fighter jets costing hundreds of millions of U.S. dollars.
At least, that was the case for Hawk.
Just as these important figures trembled amidst Hawk's laughter, on the large screen, Hawk, who had stopped laughing, watched the command center's monitor with icy eyes, as if looking directly at these important figures through the surveillance.
The next second.
Hawk's voice, devoid of any emotion, reached the ears of these important figures.
"Either you hand over Thaddeus Ross."
"Or I go in and kill you."
"You have one minute."
"Sixty!"
"Fifty-nine!"
"…"
After Hawk finished speaking, he didn't give the people inside a chance to react and immediately began the one-minute countdown.
What was killing?
He not only wanted to kill, but also to strike at their hearts.
Most importantly, to convince himself.
Once the minute was up, if the people inside didn't hand over General Ross, then he could convince himself that these people were trying to cover up for General Ross. At that point, if they died, they died.
Anyway, no matter how others saw it, as long as he had a clear conscience, it was fine.
Hmm.
Gwen said, be a person with a clear conscience.
Hawk thought to himself.
Soon.
Just as he stood with his hands in his pockets, blocking the entrance to the command center, expressionlessly beginning the final twenty-second countdown, sounds of roaring, crying, angry shouts, and shoving came from inside the building.
Hawk raised an eyebrow.
The corners of his mouth curved slightly upwards, forming a smile that closely resembled a sneer.
Hawk did not stop his countdown, but when he counted to eight, he voluntarily stopped.
It wasn't because he had made a choice, but because these important figures had already made the choice for him.
"Thud!"
Thaddeus Ross, who was originally imposing and looked quite respectable, capable of turning Manhattan into a battlefield while capturing Hulk, had been shoved out by equally respectable-looking important figures.
General Ross, with his graying hair, stumbled and fell onto the steps, then rolled down them. With an instinctive cry of pain, he finally came to a stop in front of Hawk.
General Ross struggled to get up.
Just then.
"Thud!"
"Ah!"
Hawk's right foot had already lifted, shifting from the uniform to General Ross's head. With a slight press, General Ross once again collapsed at his feet.
He bent slightly, narrowing his eyes, looking at the gray-haired man he was stepping on.
"Thaddeus Ross!"
"Ah!"
The ashen-faced General Ross was now flushed, roaring, his hands pushing against the ground, trying to free himself from Hawk's foot.
Unfortunately…
It was futile!
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