Marvel: Awakening the Universe.

Chapter 370 Violence Speaks Louder Than Money (Third Update!!!)

Chaos.

The entire Washington, D.C. area was in complete chaos.

Just now, an undetected small meteorite successfully broke through the atmosphere and struck the white room squarely, instantly taking the mixed-race child with it.

The media reporters surrounding the white room clearly captured images of the culprit meteorite being carried out...

And a stretcher covered with a white sheet!
Immediately afterwards, a press conference was held in the white building. In front of numerous media reporters, the vice president, the gray-haired old man, placed his right hand on the Bible and swore an oath to be urgently inaugurated as the new president of the federal government in the name of God.

The first order signed by the newly elected president was to repeal the "Superhero Act" and drop the treason charges against Steve Rogers, Clinton Patton, Natasha Romanoff, and Sharon Carter, effective immediately.

All of this happened within an hour of the meteorite impacting the white building.

at the same time.

In a mansion in Arlington County, southwest of Washington, D.C., a soldier landed and kicked open the mansion door. Then, expressionless, he walked up to a half-breed who was watching them enter in a panic and smashed him with the butt of his rifle.

"take away!"

"Yes!"

The soldier leading the team stared expressionlessly at Harris, whose head was bleeding from the blow he had just smashed, then coldly said something. He glanced at the time on his watch, then took out his phone and called Secretary White, who was currently inside the Pentagon.

The call was answered quickly.

"Hey."

"Dad, we've found him. He's on his way back."

"it is good!"

Upon hearing this, Minister Bai's eyes lit up. He slammed his hand on the table, hung up the phone, and immediately looked at Hawke, who was standing in front of them with his eyes closed, saying, "Mr. Phoenix, Harris has been caught and is on his way here."

Upon hearing this, Hawke opened his eyes and looked at Minister White.

"There aren't many things I dislike, just three. Minister, do you know what those three things are?"

"Uh……"

"I don't like the dark because I'm afraid of it."

"I don't like ghosts because I'm afraid of them."

"I don't like squid because I'm allergic to seafood."

"so……"

Hawke's gaze was deep and unfathomable: "You have two hours and ten minutes left. Just like with Quantico, either you give me an explanation, or I give myself an explanation."

Say it.

He closed his eyes again.

Look.

That's why he came directly to the Pentagon.

Just like what Hawke just told this old white minister.

Whether it's Harris, the people inside the white building, or the wealthy backers behind these two individuals.

The reason they had the illusion that they could test Hawke ultimately stemmed from the military leaders here.

after all……

Federal military, Xuanwu globally.

These people believe that no matter how reckless they act, they have the world's number one military force as their backing, which is why they act with such impunity.

Skillful.

Hawke thought so too.

So, too lazy to take detours, he directly captured the hybrid from the white building, came here, and chopped him up in front of these military bigwigs.

In a word.

The military acted with complete impunity.

Hawke is arrogant and domineering.

Ever since the Quantico incident, Hawke has been convinced of one thing.

No matter who causes him trouble, he will cause trouble for the military.

Either the military gives him an explanation, or he destroys the military to give himself an explanation.

It's that simple.

This is not.

Listening to Hawke's outrageous "three dislikes," Minister Bai couldn't help but pull out his handkerchief again to wipe the sweat from his forehead. Then, looking at the military leaders who were all staring at him, their eyes filled with "better to die than to die for me," and some even with "squid is very lucrative," he took a deep breath and then spoke in a low voice.

"Get the new boss to sign the emergency martial law order for New York City as soon as possible."

"Send out the National Guard."

"Catch someone."

Well known.

Angsa is a bandit gang, born in the Year of the Horse, a land animal, with a fiery temper and abundant martial prowess.

Squid, which contain ink, are fish, marine creatures, and live in the ocean, making them incredibly wealthy.

but!
Well known.

When violence begins to speak, money will be completely silenced.

soon.

As the news reached the White House, the newly appointed boss, not wanting to follow in his predecessor's footsteps so quickly, once again used his power to declare a state of emergency in Manhattan, New York City, and ordered the National Guard to be deployed.

Mr. Newsom in New York was stunned when he received the news.

He hadn't even recovered from the shock of the old boss being taken away by the meteorite when he heard the new boss announce that New York City was under a state of emergency.

what's going on.

What did we in New York City do that led to you entering a state of emergency?

After Mr. Newsom realized what was happening, he immediately slammed his fist on the table and stood up.

"That's unreasonable!"

"This is a chaotic fate!"

"This is outrageous! How can this be allowed? I absolutely..."

"boss!"

Just as Mr. Newsom was angrily announcing that he would hold a press conference to condemn Washington's misbehavior, an assistant ran up to him and whispered something in his ear.

Newsom's expression froze instantly, his eyes widening as he stared at his assistant.

"real or fake?"

"Really, the assistant minister just called and said that this isn't aimed at you, but at protecting us. The Demon King is very angry, and the consequences will be severe."

"hiss!"

Newsom gasped and instinctively looked in the direction of Wall Street.

"How dare these squid?"

"do not know."

The assistant shook his head with a wry smile. He couldn't understand how these squid could think they could provoke the Demon King after the 'Quantico Massacre,' 'The Mystery of the White Lands of Wakanda,' 'Atlantic Storm,' and 'Hydra Crisis.'

really.

Sometimes, there are reasons why some people wander for hundreds of years.

Rumble!
Upon receiving the order, the National Guard, without daring to delay, immediately advanced fully armed into Manhattan Island. "Hurry, hurry!"

"go!"

A flustered Wall Street hustler climbed into his helicopter and yelled at the pilot with a terrified expression.

The pilot quickly pulled up the helicopter, took off from the roof, and sped toward the federal border.

"Minister, several 'squids' who received the information are attempting to leave the country by plane, and several members of parliament have also called..."

Minister Bai's assistant walked in from outside and spoke in a low voice.

But he hasn't spoken yet.

Another cracking sound rang out, the sound of bones breaking.

Hawke flicked his right hand, tossing the half-breed Harris, whose neck had been snapped, onto the war table again, then looked at Minister White with admiration... and his assistant who was reminding him.

"Thank you for reminding me, otherwise I almost forgot."

"Add one more condition."

"In this matter, whoever pleads for mercy, I will kill."

"again."

"Don't think you can fool me. Either you take action yourselves, or when the appointed time comes, you and the Federation can go to Wakanda to reunite."

"You have one hour and forty-five minutes left."

Hawke spoke calmly, and after finishing, he closed his eyes once again.

He said he would not give anyone the chance to reach out to him.

Even if I wanted to, I couldn't.

Hawke is willing to take his life if he dares to dream it!

Hearing the murderous intent in Hawke's words, Minister White's mind conjured images of Quantico in ruins, Wakanda in white, and the evaporated underwater empire. In an instant, he turned to his assistant and said, "Name them, arrange for them to commit suicide."

The assistant swallowed hard, his already pale face turning even paler.

He felt as if he had been an executioner.

ten minutes later.

boom!
As a helicopter explodes over the Lao-Mexican border, a pilot who took off from the nearest military base reports the completion of his mission.

at the same time.

A member of parliament was struck and killed by an out-of-control car while crossing the street on his way to the Senate.

after all……

Suicide may be desirable, but a single, excessive suicide is not a pleasant thing to do.

Time ticks by.

"Are you done yet?"

"Wait, there are two more."

"Hurry up, there's no time left, only ten minutes left."

"They're urging us on, damn it, two of them have gone hiking in the canyon."

"Wait, we're here. What other options do we have for how we die?"

"That's all. Arrange for them to disappear."

"……Row."

"Photos, photos."

"It's been sent back immediately."

"coming."

"Quick, print it out!"

"Printed."

"quick!"

"time up!"

Hawke felt three hours pass, then opened his eyes again and said in a very calm voice.

But to everyone in the war room, his voice sounded like the King of Hell calling out his name.

"Kirk Thomas, Thomas Investment Group."

"……this!"

A high-ranking military officer holds up a photo of a corpse.

Hawke had a sudden thought, and the photo instantly slipped from his hand and came right in front of him.

He glanced at it, then his voice remained calm.

"Congresswoman Rachel Bennock".

"At this."

"..."

"Martha William".

"this!"

"Wade Payne."

"At this."

"..."

As Hawke called out one name after another, the number of printed photos on the war conference table dwindled at a visible rate.

Meanwhile, more and more photos were appearing in front of Hawke.

There are at least a hundred of them already.

soon.

After Hawke uttered the last name, about ten photos remained on the war room table.

He smiled.

Then--

Hawke looked up at Minister White, his voice calm.

"Mr. Minister."

"Thank you."

Upon hearing this, Minister Bai breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone in the entire operations conference room, who had been holding their breath during Hawke's dramatic roll call, also breathed a sigh of relief.

next second.

Hawke's gaze fell on the two mixed-race corpses lying on the war table.

"Do me one last favor."

"You say."

"Chop it up and feed it to the dogs!"

"..."

(End of this chapter)