The buildings were collapsing.
At the Quantico military base, as streaks of black light pierced through one side of the buildings and emerged from the other, buildings began to crumble.
People screamed.
In the chaotic military base, especially in the family quarters, countless men and women screamed in panic as they evacuated.
The sky seemed to weep.
Flames shooting into the sky illuminated the base from all sides, turning the sky crimson.
The earth trembled.
The collapsing buildings crashed to the ground with a deafening roar, the immense impact cracking the earth.
Only half an hour had passed since Hawke entered, and this military base, located in the heart of the Federation, had become more like a battlefield than Afghanistan.
Armored vehicles, priced at millions, lay scattered on the ground, burning and reduced to scrap metal.
Tanks, priced at tens of millions, had their cannons snapped off, also burning and lying dormant.
Even fighter jets priced at hundreds of millions of dollars…
uh.
The base was empty of fighter jets. Every single one, no matter how small, had exploded into scrap metal, just like armored vehicles and tanks.
Clearly,when violence speaks, money pales in comparison.
"Ah, God!"
"Shoot, shoot..."
"Boom!"
Hawke, expressionless, slapped away the soldier who was screaming in terror at him.
He glanced down at the white marks left by the bullets, then looked up at the other soldiers.
More accurately, the soldiers who had dropped their weapons and turned to flee.
Hawke glanced at them, feeling the bullets whizzing past his back, and in the instant he turned, he vanished from his spot.
"Ah!"
"Nonsense!"
Hawke opened his right hand, squeezed the head of a soldier with a slight force, and expressionlessly crushed it.
Ignoring the blood splattering on him, his eyes remained unmoved as he watched another group of soldiers drop their weapons and flee.
He didn't give chase.
Although Hawke is practically on a killing spree, and in the past half hour, the base's economic losses are conservatively estimated to be in the billions of dollars, Hawke can honestly say that he has still adhered to his bottom line.
He only kills those who try to kill him.
After half an hour of contact, the base soldiers clearly realized this, so when the armored vehicles caught fire, the tanks exploded, and the fighter jets fell, and it was their turn to take over, most soldiers, except for a few who, in a moment of madness, fired at Hawke, simply held their guns, some without even disengaging the safety.
Therefore, when these soldiers saw Hawke appear before them, they felt they had found a way out. They dropped their weapons, screamed, and turned to run.
In short:surrender and you won't be killed.
And indeed, Hawke didn't bother these soldiers who had abandoned their weapons and fled.
He didn't want to create more bloodshed.
That was fine.
Everyone understood.
Anyway, he only came to the Quantico military base to do three things:
Thaddeus Ross,Abomination,and swagger.
Right now?
After Hawke killed more than a dozen soldiers who had fired at him, the gunfire in the military base completely subsided.
Everywhere you looked, there were only the backs of soldiers who had dropped their weapons and were fleeing in all directions.
Clearly, swaggering was enough; only two things remained.
Hawke, lost in thought, ripped off the soldier's uniform he was clutching and used it to wipe the blood from his face. Expressionless, he strolled casually through the ruins of the military base command center, now engulfed in flames.
Few buildings in the base remained intact.
Only the command center building stood.
In fact, when a fighter jet was crashing towards the building, almost causing it to collapse, Hawke had to kick it aside.
This wasn't out of kindness.
It was because as anyone who's eaten knows, the main course is served last.
However, the people in the command center weren't fools.
Seeing Hawke kick the jet away, they knew he planned to save them for last.
They didn't give up.
They tried to escape.
But escape was impossible.
With all five senses activated, Hawke gave the high-ranking figures in the command center no chance to escape; the armored vehicles and tanks that had fallen less than fifty meters in front of the command center building were proof of this.
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, holding weapons of mass destruction aimed at Hawke.
"Tap!"
"Tap!"
In this noisy yet silent military base, Hawke, wiping the blood from his face, slowly walked towards them.
His footsteps were clearly audible, leaving a bloodstained footprint with each step.
The footprints grew closer, and finally the footsteps stopped.
Standing in front of the military command center building, Hawke wiped the blood from his arm, then casually tossed his blood-stained clothes to the ground, and stepped on the stars and stripes on his uniform with his right foot.
The sound of the uniform hitting the ground sent a shiver down the spines of the soldiers guarding the gate.
Seeing Hawke's right foot on the stars and stripes further shattered the moral compass of the soldiers guarding the gate.
They held the weapon of equality and aimed it at Hawke, who was unarmed, with his hands in his pockets and shirtless, revealing his incredibly strong physique.
But they dared not fire, even as the high-ranking officials behind them roared furiously through their earpieces.
They weren't stupid.
If they hadn't been slow to run and ordered by these officials to protect them, they would have already fled with the fleeing soldiers.
Since they hadn't fired, and they could see everything clearly from the doorway, Hawke wouldn't bother them if they dropped their weapons.
So fire?
Crazy! What a joke! A few dollars a month, why risk their lives?
They were soldiers of capital, not soldiers of faith.
That's why they hadn't found a way to escape…
Just then,Hawke chuckled as he looked at the soldiers forming a human wall, trying to stop him from entering, their weapons instinctively unarmed.
"Ha!"
"Whoosh!"
"Ah!"
"God!"
"Help!"
Just as if rehearsed, the moment Hawke's light laughter left his lips, the soldiers forming a human wall in front of him simultaneously and with perfect understanding dropped their weapons, then screamed, shouted, and fled in panic, disappearing from Hawke's sight in a flash.
A gentle breeze blew by.
The doors to the base command center were already open.
The high-ranking officials in the command center were completely dumbfounded by what they saw.
Hawke, on the other hand, laughed.
He laughed heartily, without any attempt to hide it.
"Hahaha!"
"..."
The high-ranking officials inside looked at Hawke on the large screen, standing downstairs with his back to the wreckage of armored vehicles, tanks, and corpses, laughing so hard that his face turned ashen and he trembled.
But not trembling with anger.
He trembled with fear.
Because they understood one thing at that moment: their lives were no more precious than those of the soldiers outside, nor even more precious than those armored vehicles costing millions of dollars, tanks costing tens of millions, or fighter jets costing hundreds of millions.
At least, that was true in Hawke's eyes.
Just as these important figures trembled in fear at Hawke's laughter, Hawke, who had stopped laughing, stared coldly at the monitors in the command center, as if meeting their gazes through the monitors.
The next second,Hawke's voice, devoid of any emotion, reached the ears of these important figures.
"Either you hand over Thaddeus Ross."
"Or I'll go in and kill you."
"You have one minute."
"Sixty!"
"Fifty-nine!"
"..."
After Hawke finished speaking, without giving those inside a chance to react, he immediately began the one-minute countdown.
What was killing?
He not only wanted to kill, but also to destroy their spirits.
Most importantly, to convince themselves.
One minute was up.
As long as the people inside didn't hand over Ross, he could convince himself that these people were trying to protect Ross.
So what if they died?
It didn't matter what others thought, as long as he had a clear conscience.
Yes.
Gwen said, be a person with a clear conscience.
Hawke thought to himself.
Soon.
Just as he stood with his hands in his pockets, blocking the entrance to the command center, expressionless, beginning the final twenty-second countdown, screams, cries, shouts, and shoving sounds came from inside the building.
Hawke raised an eyebrow.
A slight smile appeared on his lips, a mocking grin.
Hawke didn't stop his countdown, but when he reached eight, he stopped voluntarily.
Not because he had made a choice, but because these big shots had already made the choice for him.
"Thump!"
Thaddeus Ross, who had been so imposing and seemingly respectable, capable of turning Manhattan into a battlefield during the capture of the Hulk, was now being shoved out by equally respectable big shots.
The gray-haired Ross, having lost his footing, stumbled and fell down the steps, tumbling down the entire way before finally stopping in front of Hawke with an instinctive scream.
Ross struggled to his feet.
Just then,
"Thump!"
"Ah!"
Hawke's right foot had already moved from his uniform to Ross's head, and with a slight push, Ross was once again sprawled at his foot.
He crouched slightly, squinting at the gray-haired man he was trampling under his feet.
"Thadeus Ross!"
"Ah!"
Ross, his face now flushed red with rage, roared, bracing himself against the ground, trying to pull himself away from Hawke's feet.
Alas it was futile!
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