"Hawk is back."
"..."
Below Times Square, at the S.H.I.E.L.D. New York Operations Command Center, John Garrett, who had successfully led the second wave of HYDRA to occupy the location and was sitting in Victoria Hand's office, took a deep breath as he listened to the electronic voice in his earpiece.
A bad premonition, one only elite Agents possessed, surged into his heart.
"Officer..."
"You know what to do."
Dr. Zola's electronic voice went offline after saying this, simultaneously erasing any connection he had with the New York S.H.I.E.L.D. system in an instant.
Although the data showed that Hawk wasn't very proficient in computer technology, his phone was a second-hand one his fiancée had replaced, and the laptop he owned was also bought from a second-hand forum.
But...
Better safe than sorry.
John Garrett listened to the complete silence after Dr. Zola went offline, and his hanging heart finally completely died.
Just then.
The office door opened.
Entering his sight.
Grant Ward, looking righteous and dressed in a suit, walked in with a black-haired Asian woman named Skye, whose hands were cuffed behind her back and whose expression was filled with defiance.
John Garrett snapped back to reality, looked up at his adopted son, Grant, who had walked in, a smile appearing on his face, then his gaze fell on Skye, who had been brought back.
"You're Skye, would you like to join us?"
"Pfft!"
Skye, restrained and brought back by Grant, spat at John Garrett, who was sitting behind the desk, her expression furiously conveying her attitude.
John wasn't angry; he chuckled and pressed a button on the desk.
Soon.
A HYDRA Agent walked in.
"Take her away."
"Yes."
The HYDRA Agent who entered nodded in response and took Skye from Grant's hands.
Skye tried to twist her body and resist.
The next second.
"Bang!"
"Hiss!"
Without courtesy or any gentleness, the HYDRA Agent, who had just punched Skye in the stomach, coldly reprimanded, "Behave yourself."
John Garrett smiled, looking at Skye, who was hunched over, and said with a slight smile, "If nothing unexpected happens, you'll be free soon."
Skye thought John was going to kill her and looked at John with angry eyes.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. will definitely stop your evil plan."
"And you..."
"Grant, I was blind back then."
Thinking back to when she first joined S.H.I.E.L.D. and had been close to this Grant Ward, who was S.H.I.E.L.D. in name but HYDRA in reality, Skye suddenly felt completely unclean.
Grant was expressionless, not even looking at Skye.
John simply waved his hand.
The HYDRA Agent holding Skye, seeing this, pulled Skye and turned to walk out of the room with an expressionless face.
Skye's angry voice faded into the distance, eventually becoming inaudible.
John looked at the fleeting, hidden expression on his adopted son Grant's face and smiled.
"What, feeling bad?"
"No."
Grant shook his head, "Any stumbling block that hinders our great cause will be removed by us."
John smiled at his words.
The next second.
He changed the subject.
"You should go."
"...Target?"
Although Grant Ward was somewhat confused as to why he was being sent out again after just returning, he didn't speak but quickly got into character, asking about his next mission target.
John did not immediately reveal the name of the next target.
"Leave New York City, go to the island nation first, and you'll get your next mission target on the plane."
"Understood."
Grant Ward didn't hesitate, nodded, and then turned and left the office.
At the office door, he subconsciously glanced in the direction Skye had been taken, not knowing what he was thinking, but quickly came back to his senses and continued towards the exit.
John Garrett, on the other hand, watched his adopted son walking towards the exit through the computer monitor on his desk, his eyes also flickering.
Next target?
Perhaps there would be a next target.
But he no longer had a target here, not after Dr. Zola cut off communications.
So...
Even a tiger doesn't eat its cubs.
Although he had adopted Grant back then, carefully nurtured him, and trained him into an excellent, cold, and professional HYDRA Agent.
But Grant was, after all, his adopted son.
So he chose to intentionally send Grant away.
Because the uneasy feeling in his heart was growing stronger and stronger.
An Agent's intuition is very keen, especially a HYDRA Agent within S.H.I.E.L.D., who must trust their intuition.
So this was most likely not an illusion.
Hawk was coming.
No!
Hawk was already here.
Grant, who had just walked through the lobby and was about to head towards the elevator, suddenly saw the distorted space in front of him, his professional training kicking in. He instantly drew his gun and pulled the trigger at a figure that appeared before him.
"Bang!"
"Buzz!"
Hawk, who had just teleported directly from the hospital room, saw the bullet flying towards him. With a thought, he instantly froze the bullet at a distance of only 0.1 millimeters from his brow.
Then he looked at Grant Ward, who looked somewhat handsome but had drawn a gun at him, with flames still sparking from the muzzle, and smiled slightly.
The next second.
Crimson eyes!
"Boom!"
"Pfft!"
Grant Ward, who should have had at least two more seasons of appearances, had his expression frozen in shock, and then, before he could react, he was vaporized on the spot.
"Hiss!"
"Holy sh*t!"
"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"
"The Demon King, it's the Demon King."
The HYDRA Agents around them reacted the moment Grant Ward was vaporized on the spot.
Some who didn't know Hawk's identity immediately drew their guns and pulled the trigger, seemingly intending to kill Hawk then and there.
While the HYDRA Agents who knew Hawk's identity screamed in terror, then quickly ran towards the emergency exit.
But...
Under the Phoenix Ray, there are no innocent souls!
"Buzz!"
"Pfft!"
"Buzz buzz buzz."
"Pfft pfft pfft—"
Hawk stood still, his body unmoving, as two Phoenix Rays shot from his eyes began to sweep around.
Wherever the Phoenix Ray swept, desks vaporized, items vaporized, and the HYDRA Agents who were shooting, as well as those trying to escape, instantly vaporized.
In just the blink of an eye, dozens of HYDRA Agents in the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. operations hall were gone.
Gone in a physical sense.
The next second.
Hawk looked at the HYDRA Agents who, hearing the gunshots, were rushing towards the sound and crowding the passageway. His figure flickered, and the moment he appeared at the passageway, the Phoenix Ray once again shot at the dense crowd of HYDRA Agents in the passageway.
In just the blink of an eye, dozens of HYDRA Agents in the passageway instantly enacted a real-life version of human evaporation.
He finally understood why Ikaris, or even the DC version of Superman, were so fond of heat vision.
For no other reason.
Heat vision is just that good.
Unlike punching, where one punch can at most hit one person, heat vision, when facing ordinary people, can kill whoever it sweeps over.
And it's effortless!
Hawk thought to himself, but his expression was icy.
After the General Ross family massacre and the Wakanda genocide, Hawk, already a transmigator, had his killing threshold infinitely raised.
This is why you shouldn't provoke transmigrators.
Because—
They really dare to kill.
Hawk also dared to kill.
He came here to kill people.
Therefore, with the enhancement of Hawk's new skill, Phoenix Ray, the S.H.I.E.L.D. branch that HYDRA had spent almost five hours to completely occupy was反occupied by Hawk in less than five minutes.
And within those five minutes, he spent four minutes searching for stragglers.
By the time he appeared at Victoria Hand's office door, ninety-nine percent of the HYDRA Agents in this Base had already been vaporized by him on the spot.
Hawk pushed the door open directly.
Entering his sight.
John Garrett sat calmly in the chair behind the desk, his hands resting on the table, one hand holding a cigarette.
Upon seeing Hawk walk in, he took a deep drag, inhaled deeply, then looked at the last cigarette he had just lit, and then at Hawk.
"Can I finish this last cigarette?"
"Given that you didn't commit suicide, yes."
"Thank you."
John Garrett said thank you at his words, then, under Hawk's gaze, took another deep drag.
Good heavens.
That look of intoxication made Hawk want to join him for a cigarette.
But he couldn't.
Smoking is harmful to health, and it's said to affect babies, so Gwen told him that if he wanted to smoke, he could, but to wait two more years, until they were twenty-one, make the baby first, and then it wouldn't be too late to smoke and drink.
Soon.
A cigarette has its burning end!
As the last puff was deeply inhaled into his lungs with a big drag, John Garrett showed an expression of no regrets, looking at Hawk.
"Thank you, Mr. Phoenix."
"You're welcome."
Hawk smiled slightly, suppressing the urge to join him for a cigarette, and looked at John Garrett in front of him.
"The order for those three HYDRA to go to my house, was that given by you?"
"Yes."
"May I ask why?"
"Sharon Carter is a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, and I am a HYDRA Agent, ordered to take over the entire New York branch. If she escaped alive, it would make me look incompetent."
"That makes sense."
Hawk listened to John Garrett's explanation, nodded, and then chuckled.
"Then you never considered that doing so would offend me?"
"I did."
"And then?"
"Sharon Carter must die."
"Alright."
Hawk chuckled, looking at John Garrett, who was leaning back in his chair, seemingly ready to embrace death in a comfortable posture: "You have one last chance to speak your final words."
John Garrett rose from his chair, and after tidying his suit and tie, he performed a gesture that is now explicitly banned in various European countries, under Hawk's gaze.
Then—
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