Boom!
With Hawk's final punch, the alloy door that had been indented beyond repair finally emitted a desperate cracking sound and was directly punched through by Hawk.
Inside the safe house.
Every gaze, including that of Thaddeus Ross, was now struck with shock and fear at the alloy door punched open, creating an opening for a person to enter under the force of two hands pulling.
The next second.
Hawk, wearing scarlet tight battle armor, appeared expressionless in the vision of everyone inside the safe house, the glaring red light of the safe house reflecting on his calm face.
Throughout the whole process, Hawk did not utter a word.
The only sounds were the piercing alarm of the safe house, the twisting metal sound of the torn alloy door behind him, and in this bizarre situation, the heartbeat of everyone in the safe house.
"Ha!"
Hawk's gaze swept over the people hiding in the safe house, finally landing on Thaddeus Ross' face.
Thaddeus Ross opened his mouth.
"Mr. Phoenix, we can..."
"Crack!"
In the instant Thaddeus Ross started speaking, Hawk appeared in front of him, raised his right hand, and directly grabbed Ross's neck, then squeezed hard.
The expression on Thaddeus Ross' face instantly froze, his gaze stuck in a mix of tension, unease, fear, and finally, a touch of anticipation, then began to fade visibly.
Thud!
Hawk relaxed his right hand, allowing Thaddeus Ross's corpse with wide-open eyes to fall freely, his voice remaining calm.
"Talk?"
"Do you think I'm Magneto?"
The reason these people could disregard mutants is largely thanks to Professor X, who, as a mutant, stands on the human side.
But another reason is the mutant hawk leader, Magneto.
Old Magneto isn't really a typical hawk.
If one had to define him, Hawk would say the name 'surrender faction' suits Old Magneto better.
Good heavens.
Did you think a rebellion is a feast?
At the time, you damn nearly stormed the White House, just a step away, yet even chopping the president would have been better.
But what happened?
The president wasn't harmed, and under a barrage of Professor X's rhetoric, the great cause was simply abandoned.
Hiss!
Turning a life-or-death struggle into a child's play, no wonder the Federation treats mutants like pigs and dogs.
If it were Hawk, he would do the same.
I humiliate you a thousand times, and you pose no personal threat to me. Even if you come at my door, it doesn't matter, as Professor X's rhetoric will make you feel like laying down weapons to find peace like Jesus.
So ——
The current situation of mutants on Earth owes eighty percent to the saintly Professor X and the remaining twenty percent to the surrender faction, Magneto.
But Hawk is not one of them.
Can we talk?
Talk, my ass!
When I try to speak with you reasonably, you don't listen. Fine, when I start using my fists and you decide to talk, it's my turn to not listen.
Reciprocity.
It's very reasonable.
Hawk looked at the unseeing eyes of Thaddeus Ross's corpse beneath him and remarked accordingly, then stomped Ross's head, raising his gaze to the others in the safe house, his voice ice-cold: "Contact the temporary worker number 1600."
The other people in the safe house exchanged glances at the words.
Hawk raised an eyebrow.
"In ten seconds, if the temporary worker 1600 doesn't appear on the big screen, you're all dead!"
"…Contact 1600 immediately!"
"Hurry!"
Ten seconds later.
The large screen inside the safe house instantly displayed the Oval Office's backdrop and the temporary worker sitting behind the historically significant desk.
Hawk looked at the temporary worker appearing on the screen, his brow furrowing.
"It's another damn unlucky one!"
"..."
The temporary worker appearing on the screen listened to Hawk's blunt words, and his face turned dark.
But considering he originally had a dark face, no matter how dark it got, it wouldn't be visible externally.
"Cough cough!"
The unlucky one instinctively coughed, clearing his throat, and looked through the big screen at Hawk who was standing over a corpse in the safe house: "Mr. Phoenix, I assure you, the Sentinel Special Service Bureau's events and the attack on you have nothing to do with number 1600. They are entirely the actions of William Striker and Thaddeus Ross!"
Passing the buck.
They are quite professional in this regard.
Ten years ago, they passed the buck once, blaming all anti-mutant actions entirely on Bolivar Trask.
Otherwise?
Would they directly admit they're supporting Bolivar Trask, trying to develop methods to control or even suppress mutants?
Don't be ridiculous.
The only one at fault can be Bolivar Trask, not the Federation. The Federation wants peaceful coexistence with mutants; they were deceived.
Just like now.
The wrongdoers are William Striker and Thaddeus Ross, not anyone else, and certainly not the Federal 1600.
Hawk looked at the big screen, smiling at the unlucky one speaking nonsense with a straight face.
The unlucky one smiled too.
"Mr. Phoenix, you have..."
"Puff!"
"Ah!"
"Shit!"
"Fuck!"
Hawk didn't wait for the Sheikh to speak again. With a sudden movement, he appeared directly in front of another general, his palm exerting force and directly crushing the general's head, eliciting screams and quickened heartbeats of fear from the people in the safe house, along with the freeze-frame expression of a politician's smile on the Sheikh's face on the big screen.
"Phoenix..."
"Puff!"
"Ah!"
"Jesus Christ!"
"..."
The Sheikh fell silent, watching through the screen the three newly added headless corpses on the ground in the Pentagon safe house, along with the expressionless Hawk, and plunged into complete silence.
After a while.
Hawk chuckled softly, lifting his eyes to look at the big screen again.
"Not speaking?"
"..."
The Sheikh pursed his lips.
Speak?
How to speak? As a politician, how could he not see that Hawk was demonstrating, killing whenever he spoke; under such circumstances, how could he speak?
"Heh, I thought you, Sheikh, were as stupid as the one in my world, whose tribe I almost exterminated."
Hawk looked at the unresponsive Sheikh: "Turns out, you have some smarts."
In the next second.
He changed his tone.
"Just..."
"Useless!"
Speaking up to this point, Hawk's figure activated once more, turning into scarlet lightning that penetrated the bodies of the remaining survivors in the safe house, and when Hawk reappeared, the safe house was empty.
The same phrase.
When I speak to you nicely, you don't listen. So when you try to speak to me nicely, I won't listen either.
Hawk looked at the Sheikh on the big screen, his mouth curving upward.
"Sheikh, you're so smart, guess why I had the people here contact you?"
"..."
These words emitted.
The Sheikh watched the blood mist in the safe house unfold, thoughts swirling, and instantly realized, a look of horror spreading as he instinctively looked at Hawk on the big screen.
But Hawk had already vanished.
"Not good!"
"He's coming this way..."
In the Oval Office, the Sheikh's alarms went off instantly, he slammed the table, fear etched on his face as he roared out loud.
In the next second.
The piercing alarm rang throughout the entire white building, the defense system came online and began preparations.
But before the defense system could complete its reaction, at the moment when the gun barrels of the close-in weapons system rotated, a scarlet stream of light fell like a meteor from the sky, precisely piercing the roof of the white building.
Boom——!
No detour, no probing, only the ultimate penetration!
The sturdy white dome turned to dust upon contact with Hawk, the scarlet light speeding unimpeded, piercing through every layer of flooring.
The chandelier in Federation Hall turned to glistening powder in the shockwave.
The silk wall decorations in Red Hall were torn to shreds by the blast.
The exquisite furniture in Blue Hall tumbled and shattered in the gust.
The supposedly reinforced concrete exploded inward like fragile cardboard, forming a massive hole penetrating the entire main body of the white building.
The shards and dust poured downward like a waterfall.
The entire process took less than half a second!
In the Oval Office, as the Sheikh's angry roar echoed, the ceiling suddenly shattered.
Hawk descended amidst the debris, landing his toes upon the blue-gold eagle carpet symbolizing the Federation, and the subsequent shockwave shattered the bulletproof glass of the office, sending the Sheikh and advisors present for an emergency meeting flying.
In an instant.
The entire Oval Office was turned upside down.
The Sentinel Special Service Bureau agents outside the door immediately burst in, their guns aimed squarely at Hawk, whose figure stood like a Demon God in the room.
Just as they prepared to fire.
Hawk had already seized the Sheikh slammed against the rear wall, grasping the Sheikh's throat of fate, his eyes unblinking as he looked at the rushing agents.
Instantly.
The agents' fingers touched the triggers, daring not to make any large movements.
"What's wrong?"
"Afraid to fire?"
The agents showed no expression and remained silent, their gun barrels firmly aimed at Hawk.
In the next moment.
Hawk's mouth curved upward.
"You don't dare!"
"I dare!"
"Puff——!!"
"..."