Last night, after leaving Calvin Cemetery, Hawke unleashed his full power and charged forward relentlessly.
His destination was clear:
New Mexico, General Ross's hometown, Ross Estate, and the Ross family cemetery behind it.
Revenge is a must!
Since Thaddeus Ross dared to dance on his sister's grave, he would let Thaddeus Ross have his way and blow up all his family's graves.
Preparation is key to success.
Hawke, who always liked to think things through, had already gathered information about Thaddeus Ross online.
Things like the family estate and cemetery were all public information.
So with his full power unleashed, Hawke charged forward on foot to New Mexico, vandalized the Ross family cemetery, and then turned around and charged towards Quantico.
He spent less than three hours charging from the east to New Mexico in the west, and now he spent another three hours charging from the west to Quantico in the east.
Merely desecrating the Ross family cemetery didn't quell Hawke's anger.
Instead, it fueled it.
On one hand, Thaddeus Ross's attempt to have someone dance at his sister's grave had already sealed Ross's fate in his mind.
Ross was dead, beyond saving.
On the other hand, Hawke wanted to make an example of him, a warning to others to prevent future trouble.
He was kind, but he didn't want others to mistake his goodwill for weakness and take advantage of him.
Hawke didn't have time for such pointless games in Roswell.
He was busy.
Vibranium.
Searching for the entrance to Hell.
And the Reality Stone.
While spending Christmas with his sister Anna, Hawke was already wondering if he should go back to school after the New Year.
After all, he had already received an invitation to NYU Law School, and he had completed the required credits for graduation from Midtown High School.
Theoretically, he didn't need to attend classes; he could simply attend graduation day.
So he was already thinking about whether to go to Africa next year when school started; he didn't have time to play games with these irrelevant people.
Therefore,it was better to strike first than to suffer a hundred blows!
If he was going to fight, he would make sure these people were hurt enough to never look east again.
Most importantly, Anna gave him a Christmas present and told him the location of the Abomination.
It was at the Quantico military base, or more precisely, in the underground prison of the Quantico military base.
Hawke had just been pondering whether to deal with the Abomination or the Vibranium first after the New Year.
Now, all's settled.
No need to think anymore; Quantico had already figured it out for him, even providing the justification.
So!
Hawke, who had stormed from New York City to New Mexico, and from New Mexico back to Quantico, slowed his pace slightly upon arriving in Maryland.
After taking some time to adjust his state, he once again unleashed his full power.
Five seconds earlier!
Hawke, carrying a furious onslaught, leaped onto the hillside behind the Quantico military base, looking down at the base with a roar that echoed throughout the entire facility, unleashing his most powerful punch, the one he had been nurturing for six hours.
"Thadeus Ross!"
"Come out and die!"
"Boom!"
Hawke's right fist slammed out.
In an instant, time vanished, space froze, and a fist-shaped shadow shot out from his right fist.
As it hurtled towards a five-story building at the Quantico military base below, time shattered, and even space itself cracked like glass beneath the force of the fist.
The next second,when the fist struck the surface of the five-story building, it shattered like fragile glass.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The sound followed immediately after the building exploded, the deafening explosions echoing throughout the entire Quantico military base.
Months later, at this military base located on the edge of the Special District, adjacent to the FBI Academy and the CIA Langley Center, the enemy attack alarms sounded once again.
The building was crumbling.
The ground trembled.
The five-story building collapsed and shattered at a visible speed, and even the ground around it seemed to have been slammed down by something nonexistent, causing the ground to sink.
From the sky, a massive fist-sized crater would appear on the ground centered on the collapsing five-story building.
*Whoosh*
Quantico's fighter jets scrambled instantly, rushing to intercept Hawke, who was arcing through the air and plummeting towards the base.
"Target detected, requesting fire!"
"Fire!"
"Roger!"
The fighter pilot maneuvered the aircraft sideways, igniting and releasing the missiles carried beneath the fuselage, which roared towards Hawke in freefall.
Hawke, falling, looked at the incoming missile and extended his right hand.
*Bang! *
"What?!"
The pilot's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Hawke, who had caught the missile with his right hand.
Their eyes met.
Hawke looked at the pilot in the fighter jet, a smile playing on his lips.
As he landed, he clenched his right hand tightly around the missile.
*Boom!*
The missile fired, a brilliant burst of fire engulfing Hawke before he shot into the sky.
The fighter pilot's face lit up with joy.
"It worked?"
"Boom!"
A streak of light shot from the flames rising from the ground, reaching the fighter jet in the blink of an eye. With a thud from the nose, the pilot, still beaming with surprise, stared in disbelief at the scene before him.
Hawke, who had leaped directly onto the nose of the fighter jet, gave the pilot, who was staring at him, a wicked smile.
The pilot instinctively reached for the emergency escape device.
But…
Hawke's fist was faster.
Boom!
The pilot's head exploded along with the shattered windshield. The out-of-control fighter jet spun like a leaf as it plummeted towards the military base's fuel depot.
Boom!
An even more violent explosion rang out, flames shooting into the sky, sparks flying everywhere.
With another tremor in the ground, flames erupted from the fuel depot like a fire dragon, instantly engulfing more than a dozen Federation soldiers who were desperately running towards safety, their faces contorted with grief.
Meanwhile…
As flames erupted from the base's oil depot, Hawke, who had already left the scene the moment his fighter jet lost balance, landed steadily on the base's ground once more.
*Boom!*
Hawke's heart skipped a beat as he spotted a dark yellow tank approaching from a distance.
The tank shuddered violently, its massive cannon barrel retracting sharply, and then a shell blasted out, slamming into Hawke's face with a deafening roar.
Flames and smoke instantly engulfed him.
As everyone knows,smoke doesn't hurt.
Just as the soldiers inside the tank were preparing to reload, Hawke, shirtless, burst out of the smoke again, appearing before the tank in the blink of an eye.
With his left hand, Hawke crushed the tank's spitting-out cannon barrel, while simultaneously slamming his right fist into the tank's hull under the tank's observation window.
The tank wasn't blasted away.
Hawke's fist felt like it had struck tofu; in the blink of an eye, his entire arm was submerged. Then, his right hand reached out and grabbed the bewildered driver inside.
The next second…
Hawke dragged the driver back, and with a series of sizzling sounds like pork being squeezed, a head that looked like it had been torn to pieces was pulled out.
It turned out that the tank hull might be tofu to him,but not to the others.
The other soldiers inside the tank stared wide-eyed at the inhuman scene unfolding before their eyes, especially as the image of someone being forcibly squeezed out through a fist-sized hole flashed through their minds, driving them completely insane.
They were truly insane.
Just then,
"Whoosh!"
An air-to-ground missile struck, emitting a Sidewinder's roar, directly hitting the tank in front of Hawke.
The exploding tank bounced up in flames.
Hawke looked up.
Another fighter jet, but this one was clever; after launching its missile, it didn't linger and immediately sped away.
Rumble!
Inside the base's tank depot, with the roar of tracks, one after another, deathly yellow tanks drove up from a short distance and then dispersed.
But without exception, the cannons of these tanks were all aimed at Hawke.
As the sound of gunfire echoed through the sky, three more fighter jets that had just taken off arrived at the scene and opened fire first.
Three air-to-ground missiles were launched.
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
The tanks on the ground shook, and with deafening shell firing, several shells followed, hurtling towards Hawke.
Hawke sneered.
"Whoosh!"
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Explosions.
Flames.
Craters.
And...
boom!
A dark yellow tank, after a deafening roar, crashed backward into a barracks behind it.
The barracks exploded.
Then a second, a third, a fourth.
Hawke's figure moved like a ghost among the tanks.
You thought he would take it head-on?
What were you thinking?
Hawke was just demonstrating his toughness, showing these people that their weapons were useless against him.
Now that his toughness has been demonstrated, he dares to display his power next.
No,it should be called a show of force! He'll
flaunt his strength and display his might!
Hawke wants to use this war to clearly tell these people an obvious fact:
He is not the Hulk!
I can kill you like slaughtering pigs and dogs!
Therefore!
Hawke is going all out! Showing off his power
!!!
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(End of Chapter)