Marvel: I Awake the Little Cosmos-Chapter 538 - 506: Change of Plans, Preparing for an All-Out Assault
Hawk felt that dying at the hands of the Celestial God Team would be better than dying at the hands of humankind.
After all, the level is different.
Feigning death is also death.
The most important point.
The people of this cosmos have no sense of gratitude.
One second he forgave the humans here, but the next second, they attempted to betray him.
Especially now.
They pinned their hopes of eliminating him on the so-called Sentinel Robot because every time they made a suicidal move against the mutants, someone would step in at the last moment to protect them, making them think this time would be the same.
But this time is different.
Therefore——
"The plan has changed, prepare for a fierce attack!"
"A fierce attack?"
Wanda was slightly taken aback and then saw Hawk rise from the sofa, stand firm in front of her, take a deep breath, and spread his arms wide.
The next second!
Boom!
Wanda’s eyebrows raised as she watched Hawk, who instantly shattered the magical bindings she had placed on him, exude an unparalleled and overwhelming aura.
The golden Phoenix Fire swept over Hawk’s body, without any strange sights or special sound effects, a pure golden phoenix bathed in golden flames appeared behind Hawk and leisurely spread its wings!
The next moment.
Hawk’s aura soared like a rocket taking off, finally stabilizing at the power level he possessed when he first arrived in this cosmos.
Upon seeing this, Wanda.
"You’ve regained your Divine Body Power?"
"Yes."
"Is it enough?"
"It’s enough."
Hawk retracted his arms, moved his neck a bit, and his golden pupils glanced at Wanda: "It’s enough to deal with that so-called Sentinel Robot."
As for those Celestial God Team members lurking in the shadows?
After he fiercely attacks the Sentinel Robot and it’s clear that he cannot be stopped, the member of the Celestial God Team who came here will naturally reveal themselves.
Then!
This member of the Celestial God Team will help him perfect his Seventh Sense, and in return, he will give this Celestial God Team member a swift end.
"So what do you plan to do next?"
"Wait."
The golden light in Hawk’s pupils faded as he locked eyes with Wanda: "Although my plan has changed, I still want to see how the Federation’s play is performed."
Wanda, hearing this, glanced at Hawk.
"Be careful not to stumble in the dark."
"I’m not afraid."
Hawk smiled slightly: "With you here, I fear nothing."
Wanda listened to Hawk’s words, glanced at him, but said nothing, just shook her head helplessly, then also rose from the sofa.
"Let’s go."
"...Where to?"
"Since you’re not planning to launch a fierce attack today, let’s go buy groceries. Today is family shopping day, you haven’t forgotten, have you?"
"No!"
Hawk realized and followed Wanda, who was already heading to the garage: "I’ll drive."
Half an hour later.
With a somewhat pale complexion, giving a first impression of discomfort but still forcing a smile, he accompanied Wanda to the Manhattan shopping supermarket. The news and images were immediately relayed back to the Pentagon in Washington.
The next two days were the same.
Because Friday is family grocery shopping day, Saturday is family shopping day, and Sunday is family cleaning day.
Once the family cleaning worker finished cleaning the house on Sunday and left, returning to their cleaning vehicle, they quickly removed the miniature camera from their body, connecting it to transmit it back to Washington, while swiftly driving away from Palm Street.
Soon.
President Baron Turner once again gathered the members of the ’Demon King Hunting Squad’ to hold a highly classified video conference.
Everyone was silent, watching the images on their computer screens, which showed what the cleaning worker saw when they went to Palm Street No. 521A to clean.
However, the images of Hawk seen by the cleaning worker were covertly filmed.
Because, upon hearing the coughing coming from the master bedroom, they thought of going in to have a look, but instead decided to clean the other areas thoroughly first before knocking on the master bedroom door under the pretense of cleaning it.
But Wanda, who came out of the master bedroom, refused their request to clean, and as Wanda closed the door, they glimpsed through the crack that Hawk was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his face somewhat pale.
They also heard a few snippets of conversation between Hawk and Wanda.
"How come your power surge is so intense this time?"
"My power hasn’t entered this cosmos."
"So when will this power surge settle? Our daughter went to Washington, and I’m a bit worried about her."
"Soon, about ten days. By then I can recover, but for now, as an ordinary person, I can only rely on your pro..."
The screen abruptly stopped here.
Because the next second, Wanda seemed to have sensed someone eavesdropping outside. However, the cleaner was very well disguised. Wanda opened the door, only to see the cleaner organizing trash bags in the corridor.
The video finished playing.
"Gentlemen!"
After the video presentation, President Baron Turner still took the lead to speak: "So, can we ascertain the Demon King’s current vulnerable state?"
The generals in the video all simultaneously turned their heads, seemingly discussing with their chiefs of staff off-screen.
After a while.
The answer emerged.
Combining the intelligence obtained from Professor X, Hawk’s appearances in the past three days, and this video, it’s estimated there’s an eighty percent chance Hawk is currently in a vulnerable state.
As to why it’s not a hundred percent, it’s because two generals couldn’t comprehend why Hawk would still make appearances if he was in a vulnerable state, suspecting it to be a trap.
However, this conjecture was dismissed by the other generals.
The reason?
Ask, and it’s the Demon King’s arrogance.
"Ever since our base, buildings, and the White House were destroyed two years ago, the Demon King has always believed that he has thoroughly subdued us."
"In fact, we have behaved that way, watching an alien dwelling in our territory, disregarding any of our laws for the past two years without any response."
"Allowing him to act as he pleases."
"So—"
"He has become complacent!"
"He is careless."
"He thinks he can handle us, so much so that even if he appears before us now, utterly powerless and vulnerable, he thinks we would not dare make any move."
"This suits the profile of an antisocial personality disorder perfectly."
"But this behavior is excellent."
"Because whether it’s this Demon King, or the Demon Kings in various fables and stories, their characters are all arrogant. However, because the Demon Kings are always careless, it’s the heroes who always laugh at the end, slaying the Demon Kings."
The heroic slayers of the Demon King mentioned here, undeniably, referred to themselves.
Thus, not only did the Federation generals exchange glances and smile at one another, but even President Baron Turner couldn’t help but smile at this morale-boosting speech.
"So, gentlemen, isn’t it time for our plan to move into the next phase?"
After a knowing smile, Baron Turner brought the topic back on track, looking towards the African American general who, in a sense, was drawn out as a scapegoat and specifically in charge of liaising with the Sentinel Robot project team: "General, give me a timeline."
This time, the African American general attended the meeting without the previous enthusiasm, remaining silent throughout, only raising his head after hearing the President’s words: "Five days, and the mimetic genes can be successfully launched."
Although he was the first to propose the Sentinel Robot plan, initially, he wasn’t astute enough to notice anything amiss.
It wasn’t until last time that he suddenly realized he was indeed being used as a scapegoat.
Because all contacts with the Sentinel Robot project team were made through him.
But he accepted his fate.
Why?
Because even though he’s the scapegoat, the President and the Pentagon promised him a reward.
Once the matter was settled, he would receive his due reward.
However, at this moment, the African American was already contemplating his escape plan.
The Sentinel Robots would be online in five days at the earliest, and before and during the meeting, he was always pondering what excuse he could use five days later to leave Washington and wait for the situation to settle down.
If the Federation wins, he’ll gain everything.
But if the Federation loses, remaining in Washington could cost him and his family their lives.
That’s why the African American general was in a flat mood during this meeting.
As a seasoned politician, President Baron Turner could instantly see something was off with the African American general, but he didn’t pay it any mind.
A simple truth.
In this world, there’s no such thing as a free lunch; to gain something, one must certainly give up something.
The opportunity is ours to give you.
And the blame is yours too. Whether you can pass that blame onto someone else is entirely up to you.
They didn’t care, as long as the blame didn’t come back to them.
"So—"
"Five days later, that’s when the Demon King hunting plan officially launches."
After getting the desired answer, President Baron Turner shifted his gaze from the African American to the other generals in attendance, finally landing on the president’s assistant attending the meeting from the safety room under Quantico Base: "You heard that, Mr. Aida, whether we can invite this Demon King to his arranged burial place depends on you."
The presidential assistant called Aida heard this and met President Baron Turner’s gaze through the screen.
The next second.
Presidential assistant Aida nodded seriously and earnestly.
"Mr. President."
"Rest assured!"
"The Sentinel Robots are alien creations."
"And this Demon King is also an alien."
"I believe Professor Charles will be more than willing to help us invite this Demon King over to enlighten us."
"..."
