Last night, after Hawk left Calvin Cemetery, he unleashed his Little Cosmos, charging forward relentlessly.
The destination was clear.
New Mexico, the hometown of General Rose, the Rose Manor, and the cemetery behind it belonging to the Rose Clan.
Revenge must be exacted!
Since Thaddeus Ross dared to dance on his sister's grave, he would let Thaddeus Ross get his wish and blow up all the graves of his family.
Plans must be made in advance; failing to plan is planning to fail.
Hawk, who always liked to consider everything thoroughly, had already collected information about Thaddeus Ross online.
Family manors and cemeteries—this information is all publicly available.
Therefore...
With his Little Cosmos fully unleashed, Hawk charged all the way to New Mexico, destroyed the Rose Clan Cemetery, and then once again turned around, heading fiercely toward Quantico.
It took him less than three hours to storm from the east to New Mexico in the west and another three hours to storm from the west back to Quantico in the east.
Merely destroying the Rose Clan Cemetery couldn't dissipate Hawk's rage.
On the contrary, it only made his fury even more intense.
On one hand, Thaddeus Ross sent people to attempt to dance in front of his sister's grave, and in Hawk's heart, he had already sentenced Ross to death.
Ross was dead for sure, even Jesus couldn't save him.
On the other hand, Hawk wanted to kill two birds with one stone, serve as a warning to others, and prevent future troubles.
He might be kind, but he didn't want others to see his kindness as weakness, to the point they would try to mess with him.
Hawk had no Rosewell time to play their boring games.
He was very busy.
Vibranium.
Finding the entrance to Hell.
And also...
The Reality Gemstone.
While spending Christmas with his sister Anna, Hawk was already pondering whether he should attend school after the New Year.
After all, he had already received an invitation from the New York University School of Law, and he had completed the credits required to graduate from Midtown High School.
Theoretically, he didn't need to attend school any more, just a graduation day ceremony would suffice.
So he was already pondering whether to head directly to Africa at the beginning of the school year next year, he had no time for unrelated people to play games.
Therefore.
A punch to avoid hundreds more!
If he was to strike, he would make these people hurt enough not to dare look east again.
The most important point.
During Christmas, Anna gave him a Christmas gift, telling him the location of Abomination.
It was even at Quantico Military Base, to be precise, in the underground dungeon of the Quantico Military Base.
Hawk was just wondering whether to deal with Abomination or Vibranium after the New Year.
Now it was settled.
Quantico had already decided for him, even finding him a reason.
So!
From New York City to New Mexico, from Mexico back to Quantico, Hawk stormed all the way, and when he reached Maryland, he slightly slowed his pace, took a little time to adjust his state, and once again fully unleashed his Little Cosmos.
Five seconds ago!
Hawk, carrying his furious charge, leaped up from the back slope of Quantico Military Base, from a commanding height, aimed at the Quantico Military Base below, and with a roar that echoed through the entire Quantico Military Base, swung his most formidable punch nurtured in rage for six hours.
"Thaddeus Ross!"
"Come out and meet your doom!"
"Boom!"
Hawk's right fist blasted out.
In an instant, time vanished, space froze, a shadow of a fist emerged from his right fist, as it approached the five-story building of the Quantico Military Base below, time shattered, even space cracked like glass under this fist shadow.
The next second.
When the fist shadow struck the surface of the five-story building, the latter shattered like fragile glass.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
As the building exploded, the sound followed, and the violent explosion rang out across the entire Quantico Military Base.
Months later, the military base, located next to the Special Zone, adjacent to the FBI Academy and the CIA Langley Center, once again sounded the enemy attack alert.
The building was shattering.
The ground was trembling.
The five-story building was collapsing and shattering at a visibly rapid speed, even the ground around it seemed to sink as if something invisible had smashed down from the sky.
If observed from the sky, a large fist-shaped crater formed around the ground centered on the collapsing five-story building.
Buzz!
Quantico's fighter jets took off instantly, watching Hawk, who was drawing an arc in the air and falling towards the base, quickly approaching.
"Target in sight, requesting permission to fire!"
"Fire!"
"Roger that!"
The fighter pilot rolled the aircraft, releasing the missiles beneath the jet's body, which howled instantaneously towards Hawk, who was in free fall.
In a descending state, Hawk saw the incoming missiles, stretched out his right hand.
"Clang!"
"What?"
The pilot widened his eyes, incredulous as he looked at Hawk, who wrapped the missile with his right hand.
Their eyes met.
Hawk looked at the pilot in the fighter jet, a smirk on his lips, and by the time he landed, he squeezed the missile tightly with his right hand embracing it.
"Boom!"
The missile erupted, brilliant flames instantly enveloped Hawk and then soared skyward.
The fighter pilot's face lit up with joy.
"Did it succeed?"
"Boom!"
A streak of light burst from the flames on the ground and reached the fighter jet in an instant. With a thud on the nose, the pilot's pupils trembled like an earthquake as he stared at the scene before him.
Hawk, who had leaped directly onto the jet's nose, gave the pilot a wicked smile.
The pilot instinctively reached his right hand to activate the emergency escape device beside him.
But...
Hawk's punch was faster.
Boom!
The pilot's head exploded, along with the shattered windshield, causing the fighter jet to lose control and spin like a falling leaf towards the military base's oil depot.
Rumble!
A louder explosion erupted, flames shot into the sky, and sparks flew, accompanied by another ground tremor. Flames bursting from the oil depot engulfed a dozen soldiers who looked as if they'd lost their mother, desperately running for safety.
Meanwhile.
As the intense flames rose from the base's oil depot, Hawk had already safely landed, standing on the base ground.
Rumble!
Hawk moved as he noticed a tank with a dull yellow exterior driving toward him.
The tank jolted, and the large barrel retracted. Immediately, a shell fired and exploded in front of Hawk, flames mixed with smoke engulfing him.
As is well known.
Where there's smoke, there's no harm.
As the soldiers in the tank prepared to reload ammo, Hawk, with a bare upper body, burst from the smoke once again, arriving in front of the tank in just a blink.
Hawk crushed the tank's extended barrel with his left hand and slammed his right fist onto the tank's body under the watchful eyes of the soldiers inside.
The tank did not fly off.
Hawk's fist sank into the tank like hitting tofu, his entire arm disappearing inside, then he opened his right hand and pulled out the bewildered driver.
Next second.
Hawk yanked the driver back, accompanied by sounds like squeezing pork, a decapitated head pulled out as if it had been slashed thousands of times.
It turns out the tank body might indeed be like tofu for him.
But not for others.
The other soldiers inside the tank widened their eyes, watching the inhuman spectacle before them, especially as they remembered the scene of a person squeezed through a fist-sized hole, driving them insane.
They were truly crazed.
Just then.
"Whoosh!"
An air-to-ground missile approached, hissing like a rattlesnake, directly striking the tank in front of Hawk.
The exploding tank leaped in place, engulfed in flames.
Hawk raised his eyes to look.
Another fighter jet, however, this one cleverly launched the missile, then swiftly maneuvered away.
Rumble!
Within the base's tank warehouse, with the rumble of treads, one yellow tank after another drove over from a distance and spread out.
Yet all these tank barrels, without exception, aimed at Hawk.
As the sounds pierced through the sky, three newly launched fighter jets arrived and opened fire.
Three air-to-ground missiles fired first.
Boom, boom, boom, boom!
On the ground, the tanks jolted with the deafening sound of shell fire, several shells then followed, heading toward Hawk.
Hawk snorted a laugh.
"Whoosh!"
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Explosion.
Flames.
A deep pit.
And…
Boom!
A yellow tank made a deafening noise, then with a rumble, it flew backward, crashing into a barracks behind.
The barracks exploded as expected.
And then…
The second, third, fourth tanks.
Hawk's figure darted like a ghost among the tanks.
Did you think he would take them head-on?
Think again.
Hawk had just been demonstrating his toughness, using this method to tell them, your weapons are useless against me.
Now that the demonstration is over, it's time to display strength.
No.
It's time to show off might!
Boast strength, display power!
Through this war, Hawk wants to clearly tell them an evident truth.
Which is—
He is not Hulk!
I kill you like slaughtering pigs and dogs!
Therefore!
Hawk goes all out!
Showing off might!!!
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