When you hit the young one, the old one comes.
This is normal.
Hawk had already been prepared when he blew Alex Wylanck's head off, so he wasn't too surprised when he heard Yekaterina say that.
Likewise, there was no surprise now.
And...
He had already gotten answers to all the questions he wanted to ask; the reason he asked them was entirely to prepare for his future use of Skrull's Disguise skill.
Although he wasn't very concerned about Skrull's Disguise, he was very interested in the ability to acquire short-term memories after a Skrull's Disguise.
From a certain perspective, the Skrulls' acquisition of short-term memory was far more buggy than their disguise; it could be said to be a divine skill.
Hawk nodded.
"Nothing left."
"That's good!"
Dr. Reken Perilous, who had reverted to his Skrull form, also nodded and said.
The next second.
His body braked.
Boom!
The marble table blocking Hawk and Dr. Reken Perilous was instantly overturned, and then, Dr. Reken Perilous appeared in front of Hawk in just the blink of an eye, a fist as big as a sandbag rapidly enlarging in Hawk's vision, carrying a powerful wind pressure, rapidly smashing towards Hawk's face.
Die!
The expression on Dr. Reken Perilous's face changed from his previous gentlemanly demeanor, filled with a morbid and twisted expression.
Bang!
A figure instantly flew out, crashing with a bang directly into the living room wall, then smashing through the wall and flying backward into the master bedroom with a rumble.
It wasn't Hawk.
It was Dr. Reken Perilous.
"Bang!"
Dr. Reken Perilous's back directly slammed into the iron frame bed in the master bedroom, causing the iron frame bed to bend instantly, accompanied by the clanging sound of various weapons falling heavily onto the floor: "Ah!"
Hawk retracted his leg, patted the dust from his calf, took a sip of the coffee in his hand, and looked into the master bedroom, which was filled with smoke and dust and had a human-shaped hole: "Your strength is even weaker than Beast's."
If Beast's strength was eighty.
Then Dr. Reken Perilous's strength, to Hawk, felt like it wasn't even eighty.
Is that all?
Current Three-Dimensional Attributes: "Hawk Dane"
Strength: "Ninety-four"
Speed: "Seventy-nine"
Physique: "Ninety"
Hawk was a little confused.
He completely didn't understand where Dr. Reken Perilous's confidence and composure, or rather, his courage without any backing, came from, given the difference of more than ten points.
"Ah!"
A shout came from the master bedroom, and a dusty Dr. Reken Perilous stood up from the ruins, twisting his waist, accompanied by a cracking sound, as if something had been reset: "Now I finally believe that Beast truly died by your hand."
Saying that.
Boom!
The gap in the master bedroom wall connecting to the living room widened once again, and from within the smoke, Dr. Reken Perilous, like a green-skinned Beast, rushed out of the master bedroom again with the wind.
His speed was faster than before.
His strength also increased by five points compared to before.
Hawk raised his eyes, watching Dr. Reken Perilous rushing out, snorted a laugh, didn't even put down the coffee cup in his left hand, and raised his leg again.
A full-force kick of nearly three digits!
Bang!
The moment Hawk's right foot and Dr. Reken Perilous's fist touched, the latter's expression instantly changed, and after a cracking sound of bones breaking, the latter flew backward at the same speed he had rushed out.
Boom!
Dr. Reken Perilous's back slammed into the master bedroom wall, and in an instant, the load-bearing wall behind him cracked like a spiderweb, while he let out a truly agonizing scream: "Ah!"
The next second.
Dr. Reken Perilous fell with a thud from the wall onto the floor, the immense impact also creating two large holes in the floor.
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
"Thump!"
Sweat appeared on his forehead, and a dusty Dr. Reken Perilous struggled to look up, seeing Hawk emerge from the swirling smoke, accompanied by the sound of his leather shoes, appearing in his line of sight.
"How, how is this possible!"
Dr. Reken Perilous's expression finally became identical to Beast's, both looking at Hawk in disbelief: "How can a human have such powerful strength? This is impossible!"
Humans absolutely cannot have such powerful strength.
Weak.
Frail.
Powerless.
These are the words that define humans; humans absolutely cannot possess such strength.
Unless!
"You are not human."
"You are not human, your whole family isn't!"
"..."
Hawk raised an eyebrow: "Sorry, a conditioned reflex, but it's not wrong. You were never human; you're an alien."
Dr. Reken Perilous took a deep breath, struggling to get up from the floor, his right hand hanging low, looking particularly uncoordinated.
"I was wrong."
"...What?"
Dr. Reken Perilous, respectfully, bowed his head and admitted his mistake to Hawk, who had already raised his fist: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, please spare me."
Hawk raised an eyebrow, looking at Dr. Reken Perilous, who had been so arrogant when he attacked just now, and was now so docile, feeling a bit thrown off.
"Heh!"
Hawk came back to his senses and couldn't help but laugh: "I thought you Skrulls would never admit defeat."
Indeed it was so.
He had only encountered three Skrulls so far, but none of them had given in. No, two of them had planned to feign death, but their feigned death turned into real death, so they didn't even have a chance to give in.
But that wasn't the point.
Hawk felt as if he had heard a joke, looking at Dr. Reken Perilous, who was respectful and appeared actively docile: "Do you think I will let you go?"
If apologies worked, what would one need God for?
Dr. Reken Perilous looked up, his face filled with a desire to survive.
"Yes."
"Is that so?"
"If you spare me, I will tell you who sent me."
"Who."
"So, you'll spare me?"
"Of course."
Hawk spread his hands, an expression that said, 'You're absolutely right.'
Dr. Reken Perilous's face showed an expression of surviving a catastrophe, and then, holding his somewhat twisted right arm, he shuffled small steps, looking exactly like someone beaten so badly he couldn't walk, and came before Hawk: "The one who sent me is..."
His words trailed off.
"Hiss!"
Dr. Reken Perilous suddenly used force with his left hand, a twisted and painful expression flashing across his face, and tore off his right arm, thrusting it towards Hawk: "Let me... Ga!"
Hawk narrowed his eyes, looking at Dr. Reken Perilous, whose neck was clutched in his right hand, his feet off the ground, and his right arm hanging limply on the floor: "What were you going to say?"
Dr. Reken Perilous: "..."