The armed helicopters roared in the sky.
The searchlights lit up Calvin Cemetery as if it were daylight.
The two sonic cannon weapons mounted on armored vehicles on the ground, together with the armed helicopters equipped with metal storm in the sky, formed a hornet's nest encircling Hawk.
The weapons in the hands of the federal soldiers glinted brightly under the illumination of the searchlights.
And at this moment, Hawk, standing under the searchlights, looked at the scene and laughed.
He laughed happily.
Just then.
Accompanied by a piercing sound from the armed helicopters in the sky, General Ross's voice echoed above Calvin Cemetery.
"Hawk, you are surrounded."
The moment General Thaddeus Ross got the information on Hawk, he couldn't wait to deploy troops to New York City to capture Hawk. Now, he was at the command center of Quantico Military Base, looking at Hawk, who was standing under the searchlights, exposed on the big screen, and said in a deep voice, "You are formally arrested for endangering national security and forcibly breaking into a military base."
He felt a bit fortunate.
Originally, he thought about sending a special operations team, but upon learning Hawk's whereabouts, he directly mobilized a massive force.
One sentence.
This wasn't Manhattan, nor any city street; it was just a cemetery.
He hadn't faced any punishment even after tearing apart Manhattan, let alone a cemetery.
General Ross was determined to capture Hawk.
So...
No nonsense.
Far away at Quantico Military Base, General Ross delivered his voice over the monitors above Calvin Cemetery in New York City.
"You have ten seconds to surrender!"
"Prepare!"
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
As General Ross's words faded, the metal storm on the armed helicopters targeted Hawk and began operational mode.
"Beep beep beep!"
The two sonic cannons mounted on armored vehicles entered charging mode under the operation of two operators.
"Click click click!"
The federal soldiers surrounding Hawk loaded their bullets while rocket launchers were aimed at Hawk from their shoulders.
Following the sound of General Ross, Hawk raised his gaze, ignoring the glaring searchlights, and focused on the monitor beneath the helicopter.
His gaze fell on the monitor, seemingly piercing through space and connecting with General Ross at the command center of Quantico Military Base.
The next second.
Hawk's lips curled slightly, and although his voice wasn't loud, it transmitted clearly through the monitor, reaching the command center.
"Thaddeus Ross!"
"I suddenly remembered."
"I almost forgot about you, thanks for reminding me that you exist."
"..."
General Ross's expression froze, but he quickly reacted.
No reason.
Hawk, who was just under the searchlights, had disappeared.
"Wha..."
"Boom!"
"Ah!"
When the searchlights caught Hawk again, a vehicle equipped with a sonic cannon had already been flipped over.
Accompanied by the operator's scream, with a thud, the overturned armored car crashed to the ground, instantly crushing the operator.
The second armored car followed shortly after.
Before General Ross could react, the second armored car was lifted up.
General Ross's pupils contracted.
"Fire!"
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
The armed helicopters, originally hovering above the cemetery, began to move, with operators inside pressing the metal storm before them.
In an instant.
The metal storm aimed at Hawk below, spewing flames at full speed.
Puff puff puff!
Bullets poured down like a torrential storm.
They struck the ground, causing explosions and sending dirt flying.
They struck tombstones, shattering them and sending debris flying.
They hit federal soldiers...
Sorry.
That's called collateral damage.
"Fire!"
"Fire."
"Boom!"
A soldier saw Hawk casually swatting away a comrade, and, amidst panic, quickly fired his aimed rocket launcher at Hawk.
The rocket, dragging a long tail, whizzed straight toward Hawk.
Hawk turned to look.
Boom!
The rocket hit Hawk head-on, erupting into brilliant sparks that spread outwards, igniting two unlucky soldiers.
But that wasn't important.
"Succeeded?"
Not only did the soldier firing the rocket rejoice, but even General Thaddeus Ross, watching remotely, felt a thrill.
But...
How could that be?
Before the soldier's joyful expression faded, Hawk, his upper body alight, emerged from the flames.
Thud!
The soldier felt sharp pain in his chest and instinctively looked down.
Into view.
Wow.
A fist-sized hole.
"Shit!"
"Shoot quickly!"
"Buzz buzz buzz!"
The soldiers on the armed helicopter watched the incredibly clear and bloody scene under the spotlight, instinctively exclaiming, then quickly aimed the Metal Storm at Hawk, who tore off the burning clothing from his upper body.
Hawk raised his eyes.
"Clink clink clink!"
"Clang clang clang!"
The bullets fired from the Metal Storm shot towards Hawk like a rain of pear blossom needles.
Hawk didn't dodge or evade.
The dense bullets struck Hawk's head, face, and exposed, muscular upper body.
Sparks flew.
Unscathed.
Are you kidding?
These bullets couldn't break Hulk's defense, let alone Hawk, who had absorbed Gamma Power.
Hawk took a deep breath, looked at the armed helicopter above, and as the ground beneath his feet cracked, he shot up like a cannonball.
The helicopter pilot was terrified, trying to steer the helicopter away.
Unfortunately...
It was too late.
Boom!
As Hawk shot through the armed helicopter like a cannonball, a stunning explosion ensued as the pierced helicopter became a fireball and crashed to the ground, shattering many tombstones before finally coming to a stop in the soil's resistance.
In the operations command center at Quantico Military Base, General Ross was stunned looking at the screen now filled with static.
On the scene, eyes wide open, witnessing this inhuman spectacle, was completely stunned.
The next second.
The surviving soldiers saw a streak of light darting towards them upon landing, quickly reacting and instinctively turned to run far away.
But it was also too late.
Killing one is killing; killing two is also killing; well then, killing over fifty is still killing.
It's just a matter of numbers.
In a blink of an eye, the attack and defense roles swapped.
The once-imposing federation soldiers now resembled stray dogs, screaming and shrieking, cursing their parents for not giving them extra legs.
The federation soldiers tried to run towards the cemetery's gate.
One soldier near the gate heard fewer screams behind him and saw the gate within reach, a thin smile of relief appeared on his panicked face.
The next second.
The smile froze, not just his expression but his figure too.
The soldier looked down at the sight of a bloody hand holding a still-beating little thing within his view.
Intuition told him this was his heart.
With the last thought flickering in his mind, there were no more thoughts; his eyes closed, his body softened, and with a thud, he fell to the side.
When the First Generation Spider Spirit arrived at the cemetery, crouching on the wall, Peter couldn't believe his eyes at the scene before him.
The ground seemed plowed by a tractor.
Countless shattered tombstones.
Corpses of soldiers strewn with various dismembered limbs covering the ground.
Not far, the burning helicopter, split into two, still smoldering.
And...
Not far were those two overturned armored vehicles, one of which had its door kicked open from inside, and a soldier covered in blood struggled out.
The next second.
The soldier struggled out halfway, seemingly sensing something, and lifted his eyes.
Before him.
Hawk, his upper body bare, stood expressionlessly in front of him.
The soldier opened his mouth.
"I just..."
"Puff!"
"..."
Watching the soldier's head shatter like a watermelon, Spider Spirit trembled inside, and by the time he came back to his senses, Hawk had vanished.
Where is he?
Spider Spirit was slightly stunned, instinctively looking around, then rose from the wall, shooting a web thread swiftly across.
Bang!
Peter landed steadily and looked at Hawk not far away, rubbing a photo on a tombstone.
Hawk's right hand rubbed the photo of his sister on the tombstone before him; a fire within him had been ignited.
Peter cautiously approached.
"Hawk..."
"Peter."
Hawk withdrew his right hand, turned to Peter who had just spoken, interrupting, "If someone wanted to destroy your Uncle Ben's tombstone, what would you do?"
What?
Uncle Ben.
Peter didn't hesitate: "I would kill him."
This Peter wasn't The Amazing Spider-Man or Tech Spider-Man, but the First Generation Spider Spirit, who, upon learning his Uncle Ben was killed, found the robber and killed him, without ever considering legal recourse—the First Generation Spider Spirit.
This is also why he liked the first Peter Parker.
Not only introverted and shy like him but also clear-cut about grievances and grudges.
Hearing Peter's answer, Hawk was not surprised and pointed at his sister Anya's tombstone: "This is my sister, Anya. What, are you going to stop me from seeking revenge?"
Peter's eyes twitched, looking at Hawk before him, expressionless but with anger burning deep in his eyes, he said nothing, silently moving aside.
Seeing this, Hawk smiled slightly.
"Thank you."
"Need help..."
Peter opened his mouth and saw Hawk had disappeared instantly before he could finish speaking, falling silent.
Eventually, the police sirens outside the cemetery awakened him.
"Shit!"
"Something big happened."
Peter shivered and reacted.
...