Marvel: The Enlightened One-Chapter 81: [] - A Show of Force! (Bonus)

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The moment Hawk left the cemetery, he unleashed his Cosmo and became a blur of pure, unadulterated vengeance.

His destination was clear.

New Mexico. General Ross’s ancestral home, the Ross estate, and the Ross family cemetery behind it.

Every wrong must be avenged.

Since Thaddeus Ross had the balls to spit on his sister’s memory, Hawk would grant him his wish and send his entire family’s graves up in smoke.

Success depends on preparation, without it, failure is certain.

Hawk was the type to think things through, and he had already gathered all the publicly available information on Thaddeus Ross online.

Family estates, cemeteries... that was all public record.

And so—

With his Cosmo burning at full power, Hawk had crossed the country on foot to New Mexico, leveled the Ross family cemetery, and then immediately turned around, racing back toward Quantico.

It had taken him less than three hours to get from the East Coast to New Mexico in the west. It took him another three hours to get from the west back to Quantico.

But simply destroying the Ross family cemetery had not been enough to quell his rage.

In fact, it had only fanned the flames.

On one hand, Thaddeus Ross had sent his men to desecrate his sister’s grave. For that, Hawk had already sentenced him to death.

Ross was a dead man. Not even God could save him now.

On the other hand, Hawk wanted to solve this problem once and for all—to make an example of them and cut off any future trouble at the root.

He might be a good person, but he refused to let others mistake his kindness for weakness. He would not stand for them thinking they could give him an inch and take a mile.

Hawk didn’t have the time to play their pointless games.

He was busy.

Vibranium.

Finding a gate to Hell.

And the Reality Stone!

Just a moment ago, while spending Christmas with Anya, Hawk had been seriously contemplating whether he even needed to go back to school after the break.

He already had the acceptance letter from NYU Law, and he had more than enough credits to graduate from Midtown.

Theoretically, he could just show up for the graduation ceremony and be done with it. He was thinking of heading straight to Africa in the new year.

Therefore—

Hit them so hard the first time, they’ll never come back for a second. He would beat them so badly, they’d never even think about crossing him again.

And most importantly, On Christmas Day, Anna had sent him a gift: the location of the Abomination.

He was still being held in the Quantico military base—in an underground cell, to be precise.

Hawk had been debating whether he should deal with the Abomination first or go after the Vibranium after the new year.

Well, now he knew.

Quantico had made the decision for him. They had even given him the perfect excuse.

And so!

From New York to New Mexico, and from New Mexico back to Quantico, Hawk had run. As he arrived in Maryland, he slowed his pace, taking a moment to center himself before once again pushing his Cosmo to its absolute limit.

...

Fueled by six hours of simmering fury, Hawk had leaped from a hill overlooking the Quantico military base. He soared through the air, and with a roar that echoed across the entire installation, he unleashed the single most powerful punch of his life—

"THADDEUS ROSS!"

"COME OUT AND DIE!"

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Hawk’s right fist shot forward.

In that instant, time seemed to freeze. Space itself warped around him. A ghostly afterimage of his fist shot forward, and as it descended toward the five-story building below, reality buckled and cracked like fragile glass.

When the phantom strike connected, the entire building exploded into fragments.

CRASH!

CRASH!

CRASH!

Only after the building had completely imploded did the sound catch up. A series of massive explosions rocked the entire Quantico military base.

For the first time in months, the enemy attack sirens shrieked to life across the installation that sat adjacent to the FBI Academy and the CIA’s Langley headquarters.

Buildings shattered.

The ground trembled.

The five-story building collapsed in on itself, and the very earth around it seemed to have been struck by an invisible hammer from the sky, sinking inward.

From above, one could see a massive, fist-shaped crater with the collapsing building at its center.

VMMMM!

Quantico’s fighter jets scrambled, and one immediately banked toward Hawk, who was now arcing through the air, descending into the base.

"Target acquired! Request permission to engage!"

"WEAPONS FREE!"

"Roger that!"

The pilot rolled the jet onto its side, released a missile, and watched as it streaked toward the falling figure.

Hawk, still in freefall, simply reached out his right hand.

CLANG!

"WHAT?"

The pilot’s eyes went wide with disbelief as he watched Hawk catch the missile in his bare hand.

Their eyes met across the distance.

Hawk gave the pilot a slow, predatory smile. The moment his feet touched the ground, he squeezed.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

The missile detonated, and a brilliant fireball engulfed Hawk.

A look of triumph flashed across the pilot’s face.

"Target destroyed?"

WHOOSH! 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

A streak of light shot out of the flames on the ground. In the blink of an eye, it had reached the jet. With a sickening thud, the pilot, the triumphant look still on his face, stared in horror at what he was seeing.

Hawk, his clothes burned away but his body completely unscathed, gave the pilot a final, vicious smirk.

The pilot instinctively reached for the emergency eject.

But Hawk’s fist was faster...

CRACK!

The pilot’s head exploded along with the cockpit’s reinforced glass. The now-uncontrolled fighter jet spun like a falling leaf, spiraling down toward the base’s fuel depot.

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

A secondary explosion, even larger than the first, ripped through the base. A pillar of fire shot into the sky, and the ground shook once more. A river of fire erupted from the fuel depot, instantly engulfing a dozen federal soldiers who were screaming like their mothers had just died as they ran for safety.

...

Hawk, who had leaped from the jet the moment it lost control, landed gracefully on the ground.

RUMBLE!

The ground rumbled as a desert-yellow tank rolled into view, its turret swiveling to lock onto him. The massive cannon fired, and the shell screamed through the air, impacting directly in front of him.

A cloud of fire and smoke obscured him from view.

Just as the soldiers inside the tank were reloading, Hawk, now bare-chested, strode out of the smoke. In the blink of an eye, he was standing in front of the tank.

With his left hand, he crushed the tank’s cannon.

With his right, he drove his fist into the tank’s armor.

The tank didn’t fly backward.

Hawk’s fist plunged into the thick metal as if it were tofu. His entire arm disappeared inside. He opened his hand and grabbed the stunned driver.

The next second, he yanked the driver back out through the hole. A sickening, wet tearing sound—like meat being forced through a grinder—filled the air. What emerged was a mangled, unrecognizable mess where a head used to be.

It turned out that while the tank’s armor was like tofu to him...

It wasn’t for anyone else.

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The other soldiers inside the tank stared, their eyes wide with terror, at the inhuman scene unfolding before them, their minds replaying the image of a man being squeezed through a fist-sized hole.

Just then—

HIIISSSS!

An air-to-ground missile screamed down from the sky and slammed into the tank. The armored vehicle exploded, launching into the air in a massive fireball.

Hawk looked up.

Another jet. This one was smarter. It had fired its missiles and was already breaking away.

More tanks rolled out from the base’s depot, all painted the same dull yellow as they spread into formation.

But every single cannon focused on one target.

The roar of jet engines filled the air as three more fighters swooped in and immediately opened fire. Three more air-to-ground missiles came screaming down.

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM!

...

Hawk moved. A blur of motion, weaving through the explosions, the fire, the shrapnel.

WHOOSH!

BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!

Explosions. Flames. Deep craters.

And—

CRASH!

A tank was lifted from the ground and thrown into a nearby barracks, which erupted in a massive explosion.

Then, a second tank, a third, a fourth...

Hawk moved between them like a phantom.

You think he was just going to stand there and take it??

That was just a warm-up—a demonstration of how tough he really was. Proof that their weapons couldn’t even scratch him. Now that he’d made his point, it was time to show them what real power looked like.

No...

This wasn’t just about power. This was a statement. A demonstration of absolute dominance. Hawk was going to use this war to teach them one simple, brutal lesson—he wasn’t the Hulk.

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