"Sh*t!"
"How did he find us here?"
"And wasn't he just in the Pacific Ocean? How did he end up on the Atlantic side now?"
"Oh, God!"
"He's stopped."
"Right above us."
Hydra's command center was in complete chaos at the moment.
Numerous Hydra agents were no longer holding their breath, afraid to anger Strucker, and cautious.
No choice.
Angering Strucker might just mean potential death.
But with Hawk here, they're definitely done for.
And now!
Hawk has arrived.
On the big screen, which had just rebooted, showing the satellite images of the Atlantic where they were located, Hawk, who had been over the Pacific, for some unknown reason, had instantly come over to their side.
It was Hawk's arrival that triggered Hydra's satellite alert.
A moment ago, Strucker, angry to the point of losing his mind and wanting to kill those three kids, saw Hawk standing overhead on the big screen, and instantly sobered up, his blood-shot eyes clarifying.
Strucker was somewhat dumbfounded, looking at the big screen, hands in pockets, suspended in mid-air above them.
When it rains, it pours.
"Sir!"
The assistant, receiving news of the failed attempt to capture the three children, quickly reported to Strucker: "The capture squad failed. Teams B and C are on their way."
Strucker turned to glance at the assistant, took a deep breath, turned back to the screen, looked at Hawk, and began issuing orders!
"Order all combat agents into battle mode."
"Combat protocol activated."
"Order four submarines into attack mode."
"Submarines have entered attack mode."
"Buzz!"
The four dark submarines beneath the massive underwater base began surfacing upon receiving their orders.
After giving his orders, Strucker turned to his assistant with a cold expression: "Notify teams B and C, no mercy."
The assistant was slightly stunned, then, seeing Strucker's expression, quickly nodded and urgently passed on Strucker's latest instructions to the two teams already en route to support the capture of Wanda and Pietro's family.
As the two squads neared Wanda's room, they received the latest orders, removed their magazines, and loaded special ones.
The Hydra squad leaders exchanged acknowledging nods and proceeded toward Wanda's room in tactical formation.
Strucker walked past his assistant, pushed open the command center door, and briskly headed to the innermost laboratory of the base.
That's where he had stored the ultimate weapon to deal with Hawk.
Originally, Strucker intended to use others to kill Hawk.
But now!
He's changed his mind.
Hawk killed his son.
A blood debt requires blood repayment!
He wants to personally blade Hawk.
Meanwhile.
Above the Atlantic.
Hawk gazed down, through the deep sea water, directly at the massive Hydra base lying beneath 7,700 meters of ocean, on the floor of the Romansh Trench, his lips slightly curling.
"Found you."
"Game over."
"You've lost, Strucker."
He said he'd play a game with Strucker.
The game was called——
Don't move, or you die!
Unfortunately, Strucker fell for it; as he attempted to kill Jean and the two children he had never met, the automatically activated Pleiades Holy Armor transmitted its coordinates to Hawk, who was resting over the Pacific.
And so.
He's here.
Strucker must die, and most importantly, he can finally obtain the long-coveted Mind Gemstone today.
Double celebration.
Simply perfect.
Right at this moment.
Under Hawk's deep gaze, the four submarines surfacing from the seabed broke through the surface, cold seawater sliding off their sides. Their launch bays opened immediately.
The commanders of the submarines, seeing Hawk just standing there, hands in pockets, no defense whatsoever, simultaneously pressed the launch buttons with anger and anticipation.
If it hadn't been for Hawk, Hydra would have already succeeded in their second effort to become rulers of the new world.
Because of Hawk, they were forced to hide beneath the cold ocean surface.
Therefore…
Every Hydra agent at this underwater base harbors a dream: as long as they can eliminate Hawk, they can successfully dominate the world.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom——!!
From four submarines, 24 'Trident' submarine-launched missiles, carrying the ambitions and hopes of four submarine commanders and countless Hydra agents in the command center, surged skyward with destructive intent.
They have only one target.
Suspended thousands of miles in the air, hands in pockets, indifferent expression, watching them like watching ants, is Hawk.
Hawk observed the first wave of missiles seemingly defying heaven and aiming for him, his cold lips slightly curled.
No evasion.
His eyes didn't even blink.
Right then.
The first wave of missiles roared in.
But…
No flames, no explosion.
The moment the first wave of missiles was about to get within a kilometer of Hawk's body, in an instant, all the missiles seemed to hit an invisible wall, and within seconds, they were forcibly compressed and twisted!
Sixth Sense—Telekinesis.
Hawk didn't move, but Telekinesis did. With the now immensely powerful telekinetic force of Hawk, besides Vibranium, nothing seems to be beyond his telekinetic elimination.
Not to mention, just a few missiles made from mere scrap metal.
Thus!
The metal turned to dust.
The explosion reaction was snuffed out.
Then came the second wave, followed by the third.
Missiles, like moths to a flame, silently disintegrated upon entering a kilometer range of Hawk, turning into drifting metal dust scattered by the high-altitude airflow.
When the smoke and dust dissipated, Hawk remained standing high in the sky, looking down with indifference at the four submarines exposed on the sea below.
"Finished firing?"
"Then..."
"It's my turn."
Hawk smiled slightly, took his right hand out of his pocket, and without gathering strength or any preamble, simply pointed his finger at the four submarines below.
"Supersonic Fist!"
Indeed, it was just super, not extreme.
After all...
To deal with creations cobbled together from scrap metal, even using a Supersonic Fist was overkill.
As Hawk's words fell, a trace of white light appeared on the finger of his pointing right hand.
In the blink of an eye, the white light almost covered the entire sea surface below.
Then!
"Boom!"
"Bang!"
"Boom, boom, boom—"
"Holy shit."
"Jesus God!"
"We are finished."
"..."
Hydra agents at the Hydra Base, watching on the satellite screen as the four submarines exploded and shattered under a mere point from Hawk, widened their eyes in disbelief.
One Hydra agent, with eyes ashen, collapsed to the ground, seemingly thought of something, took out his weapon, and tried to give himself a quick end.
But just at this moment.
"What are you scared of."
"Don't forget, we're seven thousand meters deep at the seabed."
"He can soar, but can he dive down here to us with just his body?"
A senior Hydra agent looked at his comrades who suddenly sank into despair, his expression twisted as he roared angrily.
Under this roar, some of the desperate Hydra agents snapped back to reality.
Ah yes.
They were on the seabed seven thousand meters underwater.
This depth is not just a place a mere mortal body can reach.
Upon realizing this, many Hydra agents once again found hope in their eyes.
Even the Hydra agent who was ready to end his life put down the pistol.
After all...
If there's a chance to live, it's certainly preferable.
All of their attention focused back on the large screen in front of them.
By now, the sounds of explosions on the sea surface had faded.
As the sky-high columns of water returned to the ocean, the sea above was in ruins.
The remnants of exploded submarines.
Various severed limbs.
The sea was dyed a deep red.
Boom!
From high above the sky, Hawk rapidly descended, and then, under the gazes of countless Hydra agents with widened eyes, he chose not to enter the water but stood as if right on the sea surface.
"God!"
"Great, he indeed can't come down."
"Long live Hydra!"
"Long live Hydra!"
Many at the control center, only Hydra agents, broke into cheers upon seeing Hawk coming to a stop on the sea's surface.
Hawk also saw the cheering Hydra agents.
But his gaze bypassed those dead men, landing on Wanda and Pietro, who had retreated to a second-floor room, with Pietro shot in the leg.
At that moment.
Crash!
The Nebula Chain on the Andromeda Holy Armor suddenly moved, pulling Wanda, who was fending off approaching Hydra agents at the doorway, into the room.
Wanda instinctively counterattacked, a cold voice echoed near her ear.
"Relax."
"You'll be fine."
"..."
The scarlet aura in Wanda's hands disappeared instantly. Strangely, she instinctively felt that this voice had no malice towards her.
The next second.
Wanda saw the Nebula Chain once wrapped around the Holy Armor now spinning like fate, protecting Pietro, Jean, and Billy and Tommy guarded by the Holy Armor.
After doing all of this, Hawk withdrew his gaze, looking at the sea below.
The illusion of the Phoenix began to rise in the surging sea underfoot, emerging slowly behind him!
"Sea Division!"
"..."