The distance of one hundred yards was covered in the blink of an eye.
Boom!
Just as Butcher's pupils constricted and he prepared to dodge, the silver sedan, like a wild horse, slammed into Butcher with a resounding crash.
The next second!
Butcher was instantly sent flying like a kite, and the brand-new Gatling gun he had just purchased naturally flew out with his Master.
Boom!
As Butcher flew through the air amidst screams and the frantic gazes of fleeing crowds, he crashed with a loud thud directly into a restaurant located at the intersection, shattering it.
He plunged in like a cannonball, overturning several dining tables upon landing, and then rolled on the ground like a plump football.
Meanwhile, the Gatling gun, having slipped from Butcher's hand, traced a beautiful arc through the air before thudding through a car's windshield.
The man who had just been cursing Butcher, then thought his life was over upon seeing the Gatling, and now found the barrel of the gun directly in his lap, was completely frozen.
All these events happened in a flash of lightning.
Instantly.
The surrounding air seemed to standstill.
But soon, this stagnant air was broken by the first scream.
"Ah!"
"Murder!"
"Holy shit!"
"God!"
"…"
In an instant, not only were the pedestrians at the intersection panicked, but screams no less intense than those outside erupted from inside the restaurant Butcher had crashed into.
Immediately after, diners, waiters, and even chefs, all screaming, frantically rushed out of the restaurant.
The entire intersection suddenly became a scene of chaos.
"Phew!"
Hawke, who had gotten out of the car with his coffee, rolled up his sleeves, revealing the Blue Dragon on his left arm and the White Tiger on his right, then took a relaxed and calm sip of the coffee in his cup.
Hmm.
Not bad.
Hawke looked at the coffee in his hand, which he had bought from a small roadside shop, originally intending to drink it in the cinema but only now having a chance to take a sip, and gave his assessment.
Then, he reached his right hand behind him, retrieved the silenced beretta tucked at his back, and slowly walked towards the restaurant at the intersection, going against the panicked flow of people running behind him, his leather shoes tapping.
What?
The car?
What car?
That was clearly stolen, and by then, Gongrong Insurance would naturally compensate for it.
Hawke had bought that car secondhand, and he had driven it for two years; it was a good opportunity to get a new one.
As for Butcher?
Don't let the impact just now seem so powerful; perhaps others didn't see it, but Hawke saw clearly that the force of the impact Butcher received was not as heavy as imagined.
Moreover…
This guy, last year in Jersey City, was reportedly hit by a tank from the National Guard that arrived, and he was directly blown away, but what happened? He still managed to escape.
So!
Hawke still wanted to see Butcher turn into a dead dog right before his eyes.
"Crunch, crunch."
Hawke's leather shoes crunched on the shattered restaurant glass.
He used his right hand, holding the beretta, to pull open the restaurant's main door, which had been half-torn open by people running in a panic.
Stepping on the glass shards, he walked into the restaurant, where the lights flickered between bright and dim, observing the chaotic surroundings of the restaurant, and took a sip of the coffee in his left hand: "Slurp, slurp, slurp!"
Just then.
From the bar area of the restaurant, where many fine wines were displayed, a faint rustling sound emerged.
Following the sound of an arm pressing on the bar, Butcher, his face covered in blood but undoubtedly in good spirits, even somewhat agitated, stood up from behind the bar.
The next second.
Butcher stumbled for a moment, then steadied himself, baring a wide mouth full of yellow teeth, his gaze falling on Hawke, who stood at the entrance, wearing sunglasses, a gun in one hand, and coffee in the other.
Hahaha!
Butcher suddenly burst out laughing.
His laughter…
It was terrible, indistinguishable from the squeals of a pig facing the butcher's knife, equally unpleasant, or even on par.
Hawke also smiled.
But he made no sound.
Hawke's lips curved slightly upwards as he took a sip of coffee, watching Butcher laugh like a pig.
"Is it that funny?"
"Of course."
"Is that so?"
"I thought it would be boring, but I didn't expect the story to become so interesting all of a sudden."
A crunching sound echoed.
Butcher straightened his right arm, resetting his dislocated shoulder, and then slammed both hands onto the bar.
With a roar, he tore the bar in front of him apart and lifted it.
The wind howled.
Hawke raised an eyebrow as he watched the bar spinning in the air and flying towards him.
This strength…
He must have consumed a ton of adrenaline.
The next second.
Boom!
The bar spun, slamming into the floor and creating a large crater.
Then, the marble bar, without losing momentum, created one pit after another on the ground, before bursting out of the restaurant.
It rolled several times on the concrete outside before slowing down and coming to a halt in the middle of the intersection.
Inside the restaurant.
Butcher roared, then charged at Hawke, who had just dodged the bar, like a wild boar.
The restaurant floor instantly felt like an earthquake.
"Ah! Boom, boom, boom!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Hawke retreated while raising his right hand, firing the beretta.
Bullet after bullet exited the barrel, none missing, all striking Butcher's body.
But…
Butcher's speed showed no signs of slowing down.
The four bullet holes on his body were clearly visible and bleeding, yet they did not manage to reduce the speed of Butcher, who looked like a rampaging wild boar.
So strong?
Where's your head?
Hawke raised the beretta in his hand, and with a bang, a gleaming yellow bullet instantly exited the barrel, whistling as it struck Butcher's forehead, who had seen it coming but had no intention of dodging.
Thump!
Butcher's head snapped back, his speed instantly plummeted, and then, with a crash, like a derailed train, he was forcefully lifted, and then his back and the back of his head made intimate contact with the floor.
The sound was immense, like thunder.
But following this loud noise, a brief silence fell over the restaurant.
Butcher lay on the ground, motionless, his eyes wide open, a large hole in his forehead still bleeding; soon, blood overflowed from the back of his head.
But…
Hawke, who had managed to avoid Butcher entirely through agility and speed, suddenly chuckled, took a sip of the coffee in his hand, hung up the phone call from Gwen who had just asked where he was, then put away his phone and looked at Butcher lying on the ground: "Stop pretending, I know you're not dead!"
Butcher, lying in a pool of blood: "…"