Marvel: I Awake the Little Cosmos-Chapter 546 - 514: Let the Killing Begin

Hawk wore a smile, but his gaze was icy.

Barron Turner trembled inwardly, but maintained a calm exterior.

"Mr. Phoenix, I don’t understand..."

"Gah!"

"Don’t understand?"

Before Barron Turner could finish his words, Hawk reached out with his right hand, grasping Turner’s neck. Under Turner’s increasingly terrified gaze, which could no longer maintain composure, his pale face visibly became healthier.

Barron Turner realized what was happening.

"You..."

Barron Turner’s hands instinctively clutched Hawk’s arm, which felt like steel, and his voice became hoarse under Hawk’s grip: "You’re... not sick?"

Hawk snorted with a laugh.

"Of course not."

"You..."

"You’re going to die."

Hawk interrupted Turner once more, beginning to close his grip on Turner’s throat.

Barron Turner felt the pressure building on his neck and the impending breath of death, filling him with absolute terror. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

His hands frantically pounded against Hawk’s arm, his legs kicking incessantly in the air.

Turner’s voice, too, was filled with boundless fear at this moment.

He admitted there was an element of gambling in his actions.

But like all gamblers, they say at the start that win or lose, it doesn’t really matter, they’re willing to accept any outcome.

But in reality?

They could only accept winning; the idea of losing, though considered, was never truly accepted as a possibility.

So—

Barron Turner became terrified and began to plead for mercy.

Unfortunately, Hawk remained unmoved.

As the saying goes.

He had offered a chance, more than once, but since the other party refused the opportunity for life, they chose the fate of death.

Hawk watched with interest as Turner’s breathing grew labored, his face turned crimson, and the sound of cracking bones began emanating from his neck, his eyes filling with despair and unwillingness.

Just then.

While the two were in the restroom, two Secret Service agents waiting outside noticed it was taking too long, and knocked on the door, calling out: "Mr. President?"

Suspended in the air by Hawk, Turner heard them and a flicker of hope for survival appeared in his despairing eyes.

Hawk noticed this but said nothing, letting a sarcastic smile play on his lips as he looked at Turner.

The next second.

Receiving no response, the two Secret Service agents opened the restroom door. What they saw left them stunned: Hawk holding the president, who they were sworn to protect, by the neck, as if he were a helpless chick, suspended in mid-air.

Then they snapped to their senses.

"Holy shit!"

"Stop, damn it, stop now."

The two agents quickly drew their guns, aiming at Hawk while shouting in anger.

Seeing this, Turner’s hope for survival surged immeasurably.

Unfortunately!

It was just an illusion.

With a snap, still in Hawk’s grip, Turner felt as if his neck was a mere thread, and his head suddenly felt detached from his body. An infinite darkness engulfed him in an instant.

Thud!

Hawk released his grip, and Turner fell to the floor, landing in a posture like a dead dog with a broken neck.

The two Secret Service agents stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the scene.

Immediately!

They both turned sharply toward Hawk again, simultaneously pulling their triggers.

Bam, bam!

Bullets rained down on Hawk like a storm, but as they struck the suit he wore, a crimson mist enveloped Hawk.

The next second.

Wearing a scarlet battle armor that matched Wanda’s as a couple’s outfit, Hawk emerged expressionlessly from the crimson mist, each step echoed with the metallic clash of armor as he appeared before the retreating Secret Service agents.

Hawk struck.

Bam!

Thud!

One agent flew like a severed kite, slamming into the wall, while the other shot like a cannonball, blasting through a wall and crashing into a lavishly music-filled ballroom.

The music in the ballroom abruptly stopped.

All eyes involuntarily fell upon the body on the floor, the broken wall, and through that wall, Hawk appeared in their view, holding the lifeless body like a dead dog, his face expressionless.

With Hawk’s right hand thrown out, Baron Turner’s corpse fell once more, intimately contacting the banquet hall’s floor which could illuminate silhouettes, and made a crisp sound.

Those in the banquet hall, waiting for Mr. President to leave and planning to follow closely behind, were instantly shocked as they looked at Baron Turner lying dead like a dead dog on the floor.

Something’s wrong.

President’s aide Ida looked at Baron Turner, dead like a dog, her heart trembling. Listening to Hawk’s footsteps, she shivered all over, raised her head to see Hawk now dressed in a crimson battle armor, and swallowed hard.

"Mr. Phoenix, this..."

"When it’s your turn to speak, you won’t speak. So now, don’t speak at all."

Hawk once again replicated his actions, grabbing the neck of President’s aide Ida, speaking calmly, his gaze like an abyss while looking at Ida under his grip. He didn’t give this Ida, who tried to open her mouth, any chance to speak.

His right hand suddenly clasped, and instantly, the sound of bones cracking echoed again.

President’s aide, Ida, dead!

Hawk released his right hand, then looked at those banquet attendees who had swiftly turned to flee once he grabbed President’s aide Ida, subsequently looking toward Wanda.

Understanding his cues, Wanda spread her hands, and the Scarlet Witch’s battle armor instantly adorned her. As she placed her hands on the floor, scarlet energy rapidly swept across the surroundings.

The fastest runner, the head of Quantico Base, seeing the exit right ahead and preparing to sprint with all his might, suddenly hit the scarlet magic-formed barrier with a thud.

Poof!

Instantly transformed into a mist of blood.

Those running behind him stopped in horror as they saw the head of Quantico Base transform into a mist of blood upon touching the scarlet barrier.

Daughter Jean widened her eyes at the scene, seemingly seeing her mother Wanda for the first time.

After all, in Jean’s mind, Wanda always appeared to be a housewife, constantly strategizing and bustling around with the three sisters, not the decisive killer in front of her.

Daughter Jean blinked, looking at her mother Wanda in the Scarlet Witch’s battle armor, speaking in a small voice.

"Mom?"

"What’s up?"

Wanda turned her head to look at her daughter Jean, smiling as she asked.

Daughter Jean shook her head dumbfoundedly, then listened to the endless pleas coming to her ears. She subconsciously looked toward the source of the sound.

The next second.

She instinctively pulled her gaze back.

Alright.

Compared to Dad, no matter what, mom is always that gentle, kind mom.

Thinking of Hawk’s chicken-slaughtering scene she just glimpsed, Jean couldn’t help but think.

Wanda also glanced toward Hawk’s direction, then noticed Jean’s expression. Walking over, she covered Jean’s eyes: "In my heart, you’re not of age, so you can’t watch."

Daughter Jean opened her mouth slightly, listening to the decreasing pleas and continuous bone-cracking sounds, her voice like a mosquito.

"Mom, I feel like I’m going to have nightmares."

"It’s okay."

Wanda replied with a smile: "Your dad knows the Nightmare Lord of the Nightmare dimension. Later, let your dad greet the Nightmare Lord to make sure you won’t dream at all when you sleep."

Daughter Jean was stunned.

Soon.

The screams, pleas, and bone-cracking sounds in the banquet hall completely vanished.

Yet outside the banquet hall, the sounds suddenly intensified.

Wanda’s scarlet magic simply blocked the entrance and exit of the banquet hall but didn’t block the hall’s sound.

Moreover, it was nighttime now.

Listening to the commotion from the banquet hall, those soldiers with fanatic devotion to the Federation, eager to sacrifice themselves for it, suddenly felt an urge to finally give their lives for the Federation, and they quickly gathered here almost without urging.

But they had no means against the scarlet mist completely enveloping the banquet hall.

Not just them, even Storm and Cyclops, who arrived while listening to the sound, looked at the scene at a loss.

"This is..."

"Hmm."

Storm gazed at the scarlet mist enveloping the whole banquet hall and said in a deep voice: "That witch, Jean’s mother."

Cyclops looked at the banquet hall, full of worry.

"Jean?"

Hawk looked at his daughter Jean, held in Wanda’s arms, eyes still covered, curiously looking at Wanda: "What’s this?"

Wanda’s lips curled upwards: "Your tactics scared her. She said she’d have nightmares, so I told her you know the Nightmare Lord, enabling her to not dream at all."

Hawk stared blankly for a moment, then smiled gently at his daughter Jean, released from Wanda’s palm: "Your mom’s right, I know the Nightmare Lord. Don’t worry, I guarantee you won’t have nightmares."

"..."

Daughter Jean’s lips twitched, and a smile reluctantly appeared on her face.

But just as she was about to speak.

A massive sound from outside!

Boom!!!

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