As everyone knows.
The Eighties of the Federation had a nickname called the Golden Age.
But just like how S.H.I.E.L.D. is pronounced S.H.I.E.L.D. and written as Snake Shield, the Golden Age is the same.
Pronounced as Golden Age, written as Savage Age.
According to statistical data from a certain agency, in the Eighties of the United States, banks were robbed an average of 1.5 times a day.
That's nationwide, but if you look at New York City individually.
Let me put it this way.
At least five times a day.
That's only the baseline.
So...
When Hawk and Wanda first arrived, encountering a bank robbery on their first day was very normal, nothing to make a fuss about.
But what happened next was truly worth making a fuss about.
From the moment this group entered the bank, it took them about three minutes to come out with two backpacks, then they quickly got in their car and left the street.
Already planning a double-cross, Hawk and Wanda exchanged a glance, then followed them.
Mainly Wanda.
Hawk's extraordinary means had temporarily disappeared, but with Wanda, after systematic training by Witch Agatha and the memory infusion of the 616 Cosmos, tracking down a group of robbers was still easy.
Soon.
Hawk and Wanda, tracking the vehicle, arrived at a warehouse near the Hudson River that looked quite ordinary from the outside.
The five robbers were inside, counting their loot.
"Nice!"
"How much?"
"About 650,000, 130,000 each!"
"Beautiful!"
"God."
Exclamations of excitement burst forth from the mouths of the five robbers.
After all, this wasn't the 21st century, it was the Eighties, and at that time, the purchasing power of the US Dollar was still quite strong.
But even in the 21st century, Hawk's father-in-law, George Stacy's annual salary was only about 150,000 to 160,000 US Dollars.
Just as the five were excitedly fantasizing about a bright future, looking at the stacks of green US Dollars, a sudden voice rang in their ears.
"Thanks for your hard work, gentlemen, you can hand over the money now."
"..."
The five robbers froze, instinctively looking towards the direction the voice had come from.
In their view.
They didn't know when, but a handsome man and a beautiful woman appeared before them, and it was the cool-looking man who spoke.
The five were stunned again, and after exchanging glances, they stood up without agreement.
The leader, who had a Beatles-style curly haircut, looked at Hawk.
"Who are you?"
"Phoenix."
Hawk spoke calmly, "Hawk Phoenix, leave the money and you can go."
The Beatles lead heard this, exchanged glances with his four partners, and then laughed, looking at Hawk.
"Are you joking?"
"No, this is just a warning. Leave the money, you'll live."
Hawk remained calm.
He didn't mind a double-cross.
Let me put it this way.
If he could awaken his Little Cosmos sooner, he would've been doing double-crosses a long time ago.
Morality?
Are you sure you want to talk morality with a person who's traversed worlds?
The most important point.
A double-cross, this isn't about morality, it can even be said to be executing justice.
After all, he wasn't robbing the bank, he was just robbing the robbers who robbed the bank.
The Beatles lead listened to Hawk's words, smiled while lowering his head, and when he raised it again, the smile vanished.
The next second!
The Beatles lead suddenly disappeared from where he stood, and when he reappeared, he was already behind Hawk.
"Crack!"
The Beatles lead, who appeared suddenly behind Hawk, quickly locked Hawk's throat with his arm, and immediately pressed a handgun against Hawk's head.
"Take this, you assert..."
"Bang!"
"Ah!"
Before the Beatles lead could finish his sentence, the fearless Hawk directly exerted force, accompanied by the sound of bones cracking, broke the Beatles lead's arm, then smashed it, shattering the Beatles lead's gun-holding arm, and as the Beatles lead instinctively screamed, just as the handgun hit the ground, the Beatles lead was already being held by Hawk, lifted into the air.
"John!"
"Boss."
"Shit!"
"Crack!"
"Let go of our boss."
The other four robbers, initially with amused expressions, saw this sudden shocking turn of events, and their smiles disappeared instantly, hurriedly taking out their weapons.
One of the robbers, in his panic, pulled the trigger as soon as he retrieved his weapon.
"Bang!"
"Buzz!"
Standing beside Hawk, Wanda opened her right hand, and the Crimson Chaos Power instantly appeared on the speeding warhead, nailing the shell in mid-air.
In the next second.
Wanda suddenly clenched her right hand, and in an instant, the remaining four robbers were lifted into the air, unable to speak or move, suspended in mid-air.
Hawk looked at the Beatle he was holding with interest, then squinted with a sense of confirmation.
"Mutant?"
"..."
The Beatle, whose neck was being gripped by Hawk, heard this and his eyes contracted slightly, as if to confirm Hawk's question.
Wanda, upon hearing this, looked at Hawk curiously.
"What mutant?"
"Gene mutation."
Hawk said, recalling the wolf he seemed to have seen in the trans-dimensional passage, then thought of the universe reset.
In fact, when he learned that his daughter Jean was lost in the multiverse, he had a feeling that Jean should be lost in the mutant universe.
After all, his daughter's name is Jean, inheriting Wanda's fiery red hair and his Phoenix Power.
This made it hard for Hawk not to think of the mutant universe's Phoenix Jean Grey.
But...
Until confirmed, it's all speculation.
Now?
All of this seems to have been confirmed.
This should be the mutant universe, and what he saw just now should be the Wolverine Logan from Days of Future Past, and this universe was reset because Wolverine reversed the future.
At this moment.
A robber, who seemed to be about sixteen or seventeen years old and was fixed mid-air by Wanda's Crimson Chaos Power, spoke with difficulty.
"You... you are mutants too, mutants helping mutants."
"..."
Hawk returned to his senses, looked at the robber who spoke, then at the Beatle in his hand, chuckled, and tossed the Beatle away.
Wanda also withdrew her Crimson Chaos Power, and the four robbers fell to the ground one by one.
The same sixteen or seventeen-year-old robber was the first to run to the Beatle after landing, exclaiming "boss," then placed his hands on the Beatle's injured spot.
As the sixteen or seventeen-year-old robber's hair visibly fell to the ground, the Beatle, whose left arm was twisted and right forearm was fractured, also visibly recovered.
It seemed—
As if this sixteen or seventeen-year-old robber was using his hair in exchange to heal the Beatle.
Wanda watched this scene and looked at Hawk: "Is this also a mutant?"
Hawk nodded.
"Yes, this is probably a Delta-level mutant with relatively low side effects."
"Delta level?"
Wanda looked at Hawk curiously.
Hawk briefly explained to Wanda about the origin of mutants.
Gene mutation.
X-gene mutation led to the birth of mutants.
However, mutant abilities are bizarre and varied, and not every mutant has powerful abilities after the X-gene mutation.
Simply put.
The hierarchy of mutants resembles a pyramid structure.
At the top are the Omega-level mutants, who possess nearly limitless potential and can fundamentally manipulate matter or energy reality.
Next are the Alpha-level mutants, whose abilities are also powerful and can usually be perfectly controlled, able to use abilities freely like a switch.
Then there are the Beta level.
This level of mutants is actually similar to Alpha-level, but with a clear feature—they have distinctive traits that can't be hidden, making them noticeably different at a glance.
The most typical examples are Mystique with blue skin and scales, and Beast covered in blue fur with huge hands and feet.
Then there's the Gamma level.
They have abilities like Alpha-level mutants but these abilities have major defects or are hard to control.
For instance, Rogue, who absorbs others' life force and memories, even abilities on skin contact, and can't shut it off voluntarily.
And Arc Light, which emits radiation when used, harming allies and self.
Lastly, the Delta level mentioned by Hawk just now.
These mutants have relatively weak abilities, no significant advantages but also no clear drawbacks—if any, they're negligible, and they look like normal humans, being ordinary amongst mutants.
Just like the sixteen or seventeen-year-old robber whose ability seems to be healing at the cost of losing hair.
As for this Beatle.
Should also be Delta-level; though Hawk's Extraordinary Energy is gone, his insight remains, and the Beatle's teleportation seems to have an unobvious flaw.
Actually, below Delta level, there is one more.
Epsilon level!
This level of mutants is the most wretched, figuratively speaking, if Delta-level mutants are the norm amongst mutants, then Epsilon levels are the vagabonds.
Their abilities are extremely weak—not only weak but accompanied by severe physical deformities.
For these mutants, their X-abilities are not a gift, but a burden.
Wanda listened to Hawk's explanation, nodded thoughtfully.
In the next second.
She seemed to think of something, glanced at the sixteen or seventeen-year-old robber whose hair had fallen to the ground in a short time, and looked at Hawk: "This world's mutants seem to be in a bad situation?"
Hawk looked at Wanda.
Wanda said: "If mutants were in a good situation, that little guy wouldn't say mutants help mutants—such words are usually said by those who are weak and band together."
Hawk smiled slightly.
"It's not the lack but the inequality that troubles people!"
"..."