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Beside the young nobleman stood a hooded woman wielding two swords, named Jung Da-eun. The two long swords spun rapidly in her hands, emitting a menacing buzzing sound.
Zhao Xian's squad members were fully armed, moved swiftly, positioned themselves in tricky spots, and fired precise and deadly fire.
The members of Zhang's team are even more bizarre, demonstrating the ability to manipulate the environment or enhance themselves.
The remaining twenty or so witches charged forward like ants, fearless of death.
boom! boom! boom!
The dense explosions and the sound of bullets hitting each other instantly turned this construction site into a living hell!
Hawke moved at high speed, dodging and parrying amidst a hail of bullets, flashes of blades, shockwaves, and rubble.
At first, the sudden concentrated fire and the collective psychic suppression from more than twenty witch test subjects did put him under some pressure.
Several specially made armor-piercing rounds grazed his black custom-made suit, leaving burn marks;
A tricky psychic attack slammed into his back, but it seemed to disappear into the sea, only creating ripples.
The double-sword woman, Jung Da-eun, sliced directly across his arm, but only produced a string of small sparks, leaving no trace whatsoever!
"Tsk, his strength is decent, about the same as Enfi," Hawke said, swinging his arm. "But that's all he's got, he can't break through her defenses."
No sooner had he finished speaking than a taxi, caught in the crossfire and out of control, crashed into the construction site with a scream, colliding with the precast concrete slabs piled up beside it!
Inside the vehicle, the driver's and passengers' terrified and desperate screams could be clearly heard.
Hawke's eyes narrowed, and without hesitation, he abandoned the opportunity to kill a surprise attacking witch. He suddenly turned around and became a blurry black shadow.
"boom--!!"
A loud bang was accompanied by the ear-piercing sound of metal tearing apart.
Hawke braced the out-of-control taxi with his back, carving a deep trench in the ground.
He used both arms to bring the car to a steady stop, with the front of the car only centimeters away from the still-shaken driver!
Just as he was saving people, more attacks rained down like shadows!
The bullet struck Hawke's suit back like a downpour hitting a tin roof.
"Damn it!" Hawke cursed inwardly. They must have deliberately chosen this place.
The witches' unbridled attacks turned the entire construction site and even the surrounding streets into a battlefield.
Screams, cries, and explosions filled the air as countless passersby fled in terror.
This severely limited Hawke's performance.
Hawke has the public persona of a superhero king. If he disregards the safety of the people and indiscriminately kills without regard for the consequences, his public image will collapse.
Therefore, we cannot use the thermal ray fan pattern indiscriminately, we cannot create large-scale energy shocks, and we cannot even fly too high lest we lose control of the chaotic situation on the ground.
One must act like a precise magnet, constantly attracting or intercepting attacks aimed at the innocent.
"Ah."
Hawke glanced around at the group led by the young nobleman and instead revealed a mocking smile.
He had seen two witch movies in his previous life, so of course he knew who these people were.
"You're even willing to let your 'watchdog' out to bite people? You can't even beat Gu Ziyun, yet you dare to try and kill me?"
Upon hearing the name "Gu Ziyun," the young nobleman's eyes flashed with a hint of ferocity, but he quickly regained his composure: "It's alright, I'll wait here for Gu Ziyun to come and save you. I'll take down this... so-called 'strongest witch'..."
This superpowered battle, which took place in the heart of bustling Manhattan, has already ignited the global internet!
"My God! A street fight in Manhattan! That guy is... Hawke from the Lane Corporation?!"
"Wow! It's the king! Why isn't he wearing a bodysuit this time?"
"He's protecting that taxi! God, what kind of monsters are those attacking him? They're so fast!"
"#The King has appeared in New York! He's being attacked by a group of superpowered individuals! Live broadcast! [link]"
"Check Twitter! There's footage from a helicopter! Hawke Lane! He's braving bullets and explosions to save people!"
Major social media platforms were instantly flooded with a tsunami of live streams, short videos, and discussions.
The helicopters, like sharks smelling blood, swiftly took off towards the nearest television stations and newspapers, their high-definition cameras fixed on the center of the chaos.
In the Ganges River, at the Extremis Virus Lab, Killian, dressed in a white lab coat, sat casually on the sofa, chewing gum and watching a video of Hawke's disheveled state on TV, a disdainful smile playing on his lips.
"Hero? With your arrogance, you'll make enemies everywhere!" After saying that, he glanced around at the pristine, state-of-the-art laboratory equipped with the world's most advanced experimental equipment, shook his head, and dialed a phone with a look of regret.
"Killian, what is it?"
“Mr. Gyanendra, our cooperation doesn’t need to be so secretive anymore. Hawk Lane should be held up by this group of superhumans for a while, and might even die in Manhattan…”
Killian spoke casually, even with a hint of smugness, as he turned to look at an experimental table next to him. A guy named Ni stepped down, panting heavily. His body was constantly surging with red, high-temperature energy, and his whole body seemed to be filled with terrifying power.
"And... my experiment was a success..."
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"You succeeded?" The person on the other end of the phone exclaimed slightly, followed by rapid breathing. "I've brought you back from the Ganges."
Killian hummed in agreement, then asked, "Did you investigate the information I told you?"
"Hmph, of course, finance is our old profession. Hawke Lane is really bold. We monitored it. The biggest short seller that rushed in before the two Roxon stock crashes was Lane Capital!"
"Then why hasn't it been exposed yet?" Killian asked in a low voice.
The person on the other end of the phone sighed: "Revealing it won't be of much use, because there's no substantial evidence at all. These are just conjectures we've deduced from the clues we've gathered. We can be sure it's Ryan, but—there's no proof."
Killian was getting impatient: "Then may I ask... what's the use of having this information?"
"Of course it's useful. It can be used to privately threaten Hawke Lane. He's a smart man and knows what to do. Besides, I happen to be looking for him soon. He not only shorted Roxson, but I also discovered he shorted Stark!"
Kirlian's pupils constricted slightly.
Stark! That was another sore spot in his heart, and at this moment he gritted his teeth: "Is this dog-eat-dog fighting?"
The voice on the other end of the phone sounded confident: "We don't know the specifics yet, but we can use that to threaten him. I think he doesn't want to make enemies everywhere. Don't worry, I'll send someone to contact him soon."
A flash of malice crossed Killian's eyes. After hanging up the phone, his tone was icy: "A bunch of useless trash!"
At this moment, the crew of "My Love from the Star"
Cheon Song-yi was lying in the van with her eyes closed, resting. The scene being filmed was a supporting role.
The personal assistant suddenly let out a short gasp, and the tablet computer almost fell to the ground.
"Unnie! Look! President Hawke... he's been attacked in Manhattan! Live broadcast!"
Cheon Song-yi suddenly opened her eyes, and the image on the screen made her freeze instantly.
Watching Hawke being surrounded by countless eerie figures while desperately protecting civilians, the color drained from her beautiful face, and her nails dug deeply into her palms.
"Hawk... watch out behind you!" she cried out to the screen, her voice trembling with tears.
Summit Entertainment, California
Ivanka is directing her team to hand over financial information to the original Summit Entertainment team.
Her personal cell phone screen started flashing wildly at an inopportune moment, and a bodyguard quickly stepped forward and whispered a few words in her ear.
Ivanka's elegant and composed expression froze instantly. She raised her hand to signal a halt to her work, practically snatching the phone from her bodyguard.
The screen showed aerial footage of Hawke rescuing people amidst explosions and attacks; each close call felt like a blow to Ivanka's heart.
"What the fuck!"
She took a deep breath, suppressing a sob in her throat, but felt somewhat lost and momentarily dazed.
Lane Building, Top Floor Conference Room
Andy is chairing the group's monthly earnings call.
Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the faint sounds of sirens and explosions could be heard in the distance.
The secretary rushed in, looking flustered, ignoring the CFO who was speaking, and handed the tablet computer directly to Andy.
In the scene, her boss, Hawke Lane, the heir to the Lane Corporation, is surrounded and his actions, which appear somewhat disheveled in her eyes, are an attempt to save the screen.
Andy's pupils contracted sharply, and his knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the tablet. The conference room fell silent; all the executives held their breath.
Andy suddenly stood up, completely losing his usual composure.
……
The center of the battlefield.
Hawke pushed the civilians he had rescued to a safe corner and withstood several blasts, his clothes on his upper body completely destroyed.
He glanced around and, thankfully, there were no civilians left within the fighting area; they had all evacuated. Only then did he speak softly, "Warm-up complete!"
Hawke's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly drowned out the explosion and the noise, carrying throughout the entire block and even reaching the world via live broadcast: "Headquarters? Or some other random organization?"
He suddenly looked up, glanced at the noble young man standing high up, his eyes indifferent.
"Quite a lot, but the quality..." Hawke's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot!
The earth shattered, and a sonic boom resounded!
When it reappeared, it was already in front of a witch who was holding a rocket-propelled grenade on her shoulder and was preparing to launch a sneak attack!
"Needs improvement!"
Before he finished speaking, he threw a punch!
There are no flashy energy lights, only pure and extreme physical strength and speed!
"Oh!"
The witch, along with the launcher in her hand, was sent flying like a cannonball after being hit by a high-speed train. She crashed through three temporary walls before finally coming to a stop and losing consciousness.
Jung Da-eun rushed forward, her twin swords flashing like silver light, slashing towards Hawke's nape with a piercing shriek that tore through the air!
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It was so fast that even the live broadcast cameras could barely capture its trajectory!
The young master finally made his move. He leaped down from the height, his hands clenching as he fell. Dozens of semi-transparent psychic spikes instantly condensed in the air, like a deadly swarm of bees, blocking all of Hawke's space to dodge!
Zhao Xian's squad unleashed heavy firepower, while Zhang's squad suppressed the enemy with telekinetic energy!