Marvel: I Awake the Little Cosmos-Chapter 545 - 513: The End of the Banquet (Second Update!!)
The dinner was held in a newly built white house within the Quantico Military Base.
However, the chef wasn’t from the military base; he had been urgently brought over from 1660 Pennsylvania Avenue.
And he brought his own ingredients.
Even the waitstaff were the same.
From this alone, it was clear that President Baron Turner put a lot of thought into this dinner invitation, and he showed significant respect to Hawk.
No,
This was not just respect; one could say it was reverence.
Because when Hawk, along with Wanda and his daughter Jean, arrived from their resting room, President Baron Turner was already at the door specifically waiting to greet them.
The moment he saw Hawk, President Turner’s aged face was already awash with a smile as he approached Hawk.
"Good evening, Mr. Phoenix."
"Good evening."
Hawk maintained his politeness and shook hands with the enthusiastic Baron Turner.
"Please, come in, Mr. Phoenix."
"Alright."
Hawk acknowledged and, under Baron Turner’s warm lead, entered an oval dining room that had been hastily and luxuriously set up over several hours that afternoon.
The large oval dining table stood out, with its ornate chairs, and the table settings in front of each seat were quite eye-catching.
Especially the candelabra on the table, which was also exceptionally luxurious.
When Hawk and Baron Turner arrived in the dining room, the other guests already awaited them.
This included President Turner’s chief of staff, his assistant Ada, and the head of the Quantico Military Base, among others.
Hawk first glanced at the candelabra on the table, then his gaze moved to the curtains on either side of the dining room.
With an enthusiastic expression, Baron Turner followed Hawk’s line of sight.
"Mr. Phoenix, you are..."
"I’m looking to see if there’s an executioner behind the curtains."
Hawk withdrew his gaze and smiled at Baron Turner, "Just waiting for you to drop your glass as a signal, and they’ll come rushing in to slice me to pieces."
Candelabra.
Curtains.
This setup definitely felt like an axe-and-candle conspiracy.
Listening to Hawk, Baron Turner looked at Hawk’s half-smiling expression, laughed heartily, and replied nonchalantly, "Mr. Phoenix, you must be joking."
As he spoke, Baron Turner signaled for someone to draw back the curtains covering the windows.
Before the eyes.
Outside the window, there were no executioners, just a few soldiers standing guard and patrolling with an ineffable, fanatical sense of belonging on their faces.
Baron Turner looked at Hawk, "You see, Mr. Phoenix, please believe me, the sincerity of this dinner is genuine, we just hope that when you leave, you might change your perspective on us."
He spoke with earnest sincerity.
He even believed himself to be speaking the truth.
After all, the pinnacle of a lie is first convincing oneself before convincing others.
However...
Hawk believed him.
He listened to Baron Turner’s words, smiled faintly, and looked at the latter with a calm tone.
"It’s best this way, I sincerely hope that tonight’s dinner goes without any incident."
"I can guarantee it with my life."
Baron Turner’s expression was serious, his tone infinitely sincere.
A promise is for the living; saying more to the dead is useless.
Dinner is not always about eating; at his age, it’s normal to take a restroom break in between.
The most crucial point,
The Sentinel Robots were activated by Professor X, and theoretically, it was also Professor X who awakened the Sentinel Robots to attack Hawk.
Therefore, Baron Turner felt that his promise was not flawed at all and spoke without the slightest guilt.
So, after pledging his life as security, Baron Turner showed no interest and continued to warmly invite Hawk.
"Please, have a seat."
"Alright."
Hawk, seeing this, smiled faintly and no longer discussed the topic of ’tempting fate.’
After all, he had once again tried to give the other party a precious opportunity.
Unfortunately, the other party didn’t accept it.
So be it; there’s a saying, isn’t there? Ah yes, ’Good words cannot convince the damned,’ if the other party wants to tempt fate, then let them.
The only thing he could do is ensure that after these people tempt their fate, they will really meet their end.
Just that.
Soon.
Hawk, along with Wanda and his daughter Jean, took their seats at the dining table, followed closely by President Baron Turner, and subsequently, all other attendees of the dinner.
Among the guests of this dinner, there were no mutants.
Neither Professor X nor Magneto was present.
The former hadn’t been invited.
As for the latter—
Magneto had already left Quantico after Hawk and Wanda arrived that morning.
If he doesn’t come, Hawk mused, Magneto is likely to be invited as well.
Because the barbarians.
They fear power but do not respect virtue.
They wouldn’t take notice of Professor X, who seeks peace through peace, but they would definitely pay attention to Magneto, who seeks peace through violence.
As for Professor X?
He is still in the Sentinel Robot laboratory.
Because just as Hawk and others were attending the dinner, the scientists responsible for monitoring the Sentinel Robot suddenly noticed abnormal data from it, leaving them puzzled, so they called on Professor X.
"No."
"The temperature is still rising."
"What’s happening?"
"Wasn’t it fine in the afternoon?"
"Not sure."
The scientists, deemed necessary sacrifices, gathered around the Sentinel Robot’s monitoring equipment, puzzled.
Sitting in a wheelchair, Professor X also looked up at the five-meter-tall, oppressive Sentinel Robot.
He didn’t know why, but his inner anxiety was growing stronger.
Clearly, Hawk had explicitly stated that this unknown entity had nothing to do with him and would leave soon.
His mind had relaxed for a moment in the afternoon, but upon learning the temperature anomaly of this unknown entity, his anxiety rose with the internal temperature of the Sentinel Robot.
So what went wrong?
Professor X lowered his eyes, pondering, then looked up and gazed at the Sentinel Robot, which lacked real eyes.
At that moment.
A scientist in the discussion looked at Professor X: "Professor, can you see where the internal changes are happening in this thing?"
Professor X returned to reality, looked at the speaking scientist, nodded: "I’ll try."
As he spoke, Professor X raised his gaze, using his psychic ability to look at the Sentinel Robot again.
In the next second.
His mind instantly delved into the Sentinel Robot’s interior.
Then—
He was stunned.
Because he had probed it before with his psychic ability, this Sentinel Robot had no spiritual world, it was just a dead object.
But this time, not only did he enter the Sentinel Robot’s spiritual world, the world here felt strangely familiar.
Now inside the Sentinel Robot’s spiritual world, Professor X widened his eyes in disbelief, looking at the manor before him: "Is this... Xavier Manor?"
Yes.
The buildings appearing in the Sentinel Robot’s spiritual world were none other than the manor extremely familiar to Professor X.
But how could such a building appear in the Sentinel Robot’s spiritual world?
Professor X was full of confusion.
As Professor X was astounded by this scene, the scientist who had suggested to Professor X showed a hint of a satisfied smile, discreetly nodding at another scientist, and the two exchanged a glance, then slowly retreated outside while other scientists looked at wheelchair-bound Professor X with hopeful eyes.
At the same time.
The dining phase of the dinner party had already ended.
After all, the focus of the dinner party was never on dinner; it was on the banquet.
In the adjacent room to the banquet hall, the fireplace blazed, and President Barren Turner chatted with Hawk over a post-dinner bourbon.
Mainly, Barren Turner was speaking while Hawk listened.
Once again.
The ability to talk non-stop for hours is a basic skill of a politician, so even if Hawk said nothing, Barren Turner could keep the conversation going with continuous words.
At this moment.
Barren Turner felt an abrupt vibration from his pocket, his thoughts stirred, his expression remained unchanged as he naturally clinked glasses and took a sip with Hawk, then apologetically said: "Sorry, Mr. Phoenix, I need to use the restroom."
Hawk finally spoke.
He raised an eyebrow, looked at Barren Turner, who claimed he needed a restroom break, and placed his wine glass on the tray held by a nearby servant: "Just right, I also need to go to the restroom, let’s go together."
Barren Turner’s expression didn’t change.
"Alright."
"Let’s go."
Hawk smiled brightly.
In the restroom.
An adult Hawk quickly solved the problem, while the white-haired Barren Turner looked frail and struggling.
Barren Turner’s face showed hesitation as he looked at Hawk, who had already tidied up his clothes: "Sorry, getting old, Mr. Phoenix, you can go ahead, I’ll be finished soon."
Hawk crossed his arms: "No problem, I can wait."
Barren Turner smiled bitterly: "Your presence is making me feel pressured."
Hawk heard this, nodded slightly.
"You should indeed feel pressured."
"Hmm?"
"Because with me here, how would you escape."
Hawk looked at Barren Turner with a calm demeanor, his gaze turning sharp and cold as he said: "That Sentinel Robot designed to deal with me should be activating soon, so you’re planning to escape using this excuse, right, old man!"
Barren Turner: "..."
