Marvel: Awakening the Universe.

Chapter 463 Akali Lake Dam (Second Update!!)

Click!
The sound of bones being crushed echoed in the eerily quiet oval office, coming from the neck of the African American man that Hawke was holding in his right hand.

All of a sudden.

The man who had been violently swinging his legs and trying to pry Hawke's hands off, suddenly froze, his expression frozen, and all his movements ceased.

Pfft!
The unlucky guy landed limply, his eyes wide open, lying motionless on the ground.

He's just an unlucky guy, it's not like he hasn't killed anyone before.

Again.

So what if I killed him? What can you do to me?

Hawke looked calmly at the Secret Service agents who rushed in first, and the Secret Service agents following behind, who were also rushing towards them.

The Secret Service agents at the head of the group gasped as they looked at the African American's body lying on the floor.

next second.

They all looked at Hawke again, their fingers on the trigger...

"Don't shoot!"

"stop!"

Just as the Secret Service agents were about to pull the trigger, a sharp, angry roar came from a corner of the office.

Several Secret Service agents looked at the white-haired old man who had stopped them from firing. Their pupils contracted, and they subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, lowering their fingers from the triggers.

Hawke looked in the direction of the sound and saw the white-haired old man who had gotten up from the floor. He raised an eyebrow.

However, he did not say anything.

After getting up, the white-haired old man took a deep breath and said in a deep voice to the Secret Service agents blocking the doorway, "Put down your guns."

The lead Secret Service agent frowned slightly upon hearing the order.

"vice……"

"I said draw your gun and put it down!"

"..."

The Secret Service agent, interrupted, met the white-haired old man's sharp gaze and chose to comply, turning to the Secret Service agent behind him and saying, "Draw your gun and put it down."

At their captain's command, all the Secret Service agents holstered their pistols.

The white-haired old man gave the order again!

"go out."

"……Yes!"

The same Secret Service captain, after saluting the white-haired old man, turned around and led the horde of Secret Service agents who had just stormed in out of the Oval Office. As they left, they symbolically closed the door that they had broken down, leaving only half of it.

soon.

The Secret Service agents retreated to the outer corridor.

The white-haired old man surveyed the chaotic scene in the Oval Office, his gaze finally sweeping over the unlucky man lying dead at Hawke's feet, eyes wide open in disbelief. He then took a deep breath and looked up at Hawke: "My name is Baron Turner, Mr. Phoenix. Now perhaps we can talk."

Upon hearing this, Hawke looked at the white-haired old man Baron Turner who was staring at him, thought for a moment, and then, under the latter's gaze, walked straight to the historically significant table, picked up the chair that had just been overturned, plopped down on it, put his feet directly on the table, crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaned back in the chair, and looked again at the white-haired old man Baron Turner who had said he wanted to talk to him.

"Okay, how would you like to discuss this?"

"You say!"

Baron Turner did not hesitate.

The destruction of Quantico, the annihilation of the Pentagon, and the ruthless killing of the African American—each of these three events is significant on its own, but when considered together, they prove that Hawk Phoenix, a mutant they are powerless to resist, is aiming to destroy the nation.

But after destroying Quantico, wiping out the Pentagon, and finally killing the unlucky one, Hawke's anger was temporarily relieved.

That is why Baron Turner is thinking of bringing up "peace talks" again.

fortunately.

The other party relented.

Barron Turner, who was over sixty and had spent most of his life in Washington, D.C., stared straight ahead at Hawke, who sat astride the throne, a symbol of federal power: "Anything I can do, I can do."

Hawke scoffed at Baron Turner's words.

"You can do what you can do, but what if you can't do it?"

"I'll find a way to make it happen."

"Ah!"

Hawke chuckled again, then looked coldly at Baron Turner: "I'll destroy you all, and everything you own will be mine. So, you only have one sentence to convince me, Mr. Turner. I'll give you one minute to come up with a reason to convince me."

Say it.

He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes under Baron Turner's gaze.

The atmosphere in the Oval Office froze once again.

Baron Turner, who looked quite disheveled after the impact that left him with some scalp abrasions, stood on the blue carpet with golden eagles, his thoughts racing.

Meanwhile, the staff and senior officials who were lying on the ground pretending to be dead dared not move at all, and did not even dare to breathe loudly, trying their best to play the role of a qualified corpse.

Again.

The best actors are always in politics, so these high-ranking officials are quite adept at playing corpses.

However, Hawke was too lazy to expose their disguise.

No need.

These people can only live if he wants them to, but if he doesn't want them to live, they are currently playing the role of corpses, and after he leaves, they will become real corpses.

Time ticks by.

A minute is neither long nor short; it passes in the blink of an eye.

Hawke, leaning back in his chair, opened his eyes and looked again at Baron Turner, who stood silently in front of the historic table, his body trembling slightly, but still struggling to stay upright.

"What, can't you think of a reason for me not to kill you?"

"Feel sorry."

Baron Turner gave an awkward smile: "I can't give you a reason why I can't keep my promise, at least not right now."

Hawke raised an eyebrow at Baron Turner's answer. "Why?"

"I'm just the deputy."

In the federal political system, to put it simply, the president has real power, the secretary of state also has real power, and only the vice president is subordinate to the president.

To put it bluntly...

In the federal system, the vice president is not even a mascot, but at the same time, the vice president is the person closest to the center of power.

Because if something happens to the president, the vice president can easily fill the position without even having to run for re-election, and can instantly gain the highest power.

Of course.

This takes time; after all, for a right to take effect, it needs to be sworn in according to the Bible.

Hawke was naturally aware of this as well.

After all, he studied law, and before he obtained the power of the cosmos, his goal was to become the president for life of the Supreme Court.

and so--

Hawke listened to Baron Turner's answer, and then, under the latter's gaze, a slight smile appeared on his lips.

“I like your honesty, Mr. Turner.”

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Hawke smiled and said something, then changed the subject and looked at Baron Turner.

"X-Men Academy, where are the surviving mutants?"

Akali Lake Dam.

"Who is leading the team?"

"Eisen Brook, Second Deputy Director of the Sentinel Service."

"The one who escorted William Stryker here?"

"No."

Baron Turner shook his head: "It was originally Adiya who went there. He was the first deputy director, but after you left Quantico, Adiya was hospitalized at Memorial Hospital due to a sudden illness."

Upon hearing this, Hawke couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

"This Adiya seems to be a smart man as well."

"Yes."

"Unfortunately, many of you are not as smart as Adiya."

Look at what Adiya did.

He's feigning illness!

The military won, and he, the first deputy director of the Sentinel Bureau, can naturally succeed as director.

Hawke won, but he still won. As long as Hawke doesn't destroy the Earth, then living is a victory in itself.

Baron Turner listened to Hawke's teasing remark, remained silent for a moment, and then nodded.

"Yes, Adiya is very smart."

"I enjoy dealing with intelligent people."

As Hawke spoke, he pulled his feet back, stood up from the chair, and looked at Baron Turner: "And you, Mr. Turner, I can give you a chance because of your honesty."

While talking.

He didn't wait for Baron Turner to react before speaking in a cold voice.

"If you don't get up in three seconds, I'll turn you into a real corpse."

"Wow!"

The moment Hawke finished speaking, one—no, one after another—high-ranking officials who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead suddenly stood up, putting on a dramatic performance of what it means to make people appear alive again.

There was only one exception.

Hawke looked at a guy lying on the ground not far away, with his eyes closed, looking more like a corpse than a corpse, and instantly appeared next to him.

next second.

The guy lying on the ground felt the pressure coming at him, then saw the sole of the shoe coming down on his head, and his pupils contracted.

He opened his mouth instinctively.

then……

"puff!"

"If you want to become a corpse so badly, I'll grant your wish."

Hawke glanced at the headless corpse at his feet and sneered. He then turned and scanned the high-ranking officials who had come back to life before fixing his gaze on Baron Turner: "I've given you your chance. I hope you won't mistake my mercy for weakness, like General Thaddeus Ross did. Mr. Turner!"

Baron Turner looked serious.

“I assure you that, Mr. Phoenix, as long as I am here.”

"Your promises are worthless to me."

Hawke listened to Baron Turner's assurance without paying any attention, his gaze sweeping over the high-ranking officials around him: "Just remember my words. If there is a next time, the Federation on this Earth will cease to exist."

Say it!

The moment Hawke looked up, with a boom, he passed straight through the large hole he had just come from, soared into the sky, and hovered thousands of miles above.

next second.

Bang!
The sonic boom cloud resounded above the ruins of the White House, which looked as if it had been struck by a meteorite.

A thud.

In the Oval Office, Baron Turner could no longer hold on and plopped down on the floor, his back soaked with sweat!

……

(End of this chapter)