Marvel: I Awake the Little Cosmos-Chapter 552 - 520: The Only Name That Can Make Hawk Spare a Life

Chapter 552: Chapter 520: The Only Name That Can Make Hawk Spare a Life

Gunfire!

Explosions!

And the sound of fighter jets soaring into the sky and then crashing, resonated throughout Washington D.C. all night long.

The sun rises.

But—

The whole of Washington D.C. remains deathly silent, not just the people living on Pennsylvania Avenue, but even those living on the outskirts. At this moment, they hold their breath, stay at home, turn on the TV, mute it, and anxiously watch the snowy television while surfing the latest news online.

What on earth happened in Washington?

They thought to themselves, recalling the gunfire and explosions that echoed all night, their phone browsing movements involuntarily stalling a bit.

Yet, despite their caution, they still couldn’t obtain the information they wanted from the TV or the internet.

They really wanted to take a look at Pennsylvania Avenue.

Unfortunately, they did not dare.

Because at this moment, the core area of Pennsylvania Avenue has already turned into a battlefield.

A post-war kind.

Boom!

Towering flames lifted the roof of the white house, accompanied by deafening explosions. Even the only somewhat intact annex fell into a sea of fire.

Burning and damaged buildings.

Stalled and ruptured tanks, crashed fighter jets aflame, and corpses strewn everywhere, have thoroughly turned this place into a forbidden zone no one dares to enter.

A human forbidden zone.

Not for Hawk.

In the soaring flames, Hawk, shirtless, emerged unscathed, and sat down on the steps in front of the white house, gazing at the bodies, stalled tanks, and crashed fighter jets.

Last night was truly a fierce battle.

After all, for the people of Washington, the white building is almost equivalent to the Imperial Seal in the hearts of Eastern Country People.

So last night, the people of Washington tried desperately to wrest Washington back from Hawk.

Unfortunately!

This time, Hawk did not stop as he had before but adhered to a kill-one, kill-two attitude, slicing from the sky to the ground, from the ground to underground, until dawn, thoroughly making Washington’s people too afraid to move.

Sitting on the steps of the white house, Hawk gazed expressionlessly at the distant barricade formed by tanks.

After a while.

A man, looking no more than in his early forties, wearing glasses, slender and gentle, with an expression of confusion mixed with a sense of responsibility, donned a bulletproof vest with the help of several soldiers, and escorted by them, arrived at the entrance of the white house.

Hawk watched the man walking toward him expressionlessly.

After arriving at the doorstep under the soldiers’ escort, the man took a deep breath, seeing Hawk sitting immovable on the steps across the garden, then continued under the soldiers’ support, through the garden, until he was ten steps away from Hawk.

"Mr. Phoenix, maybe we can talk."

"Hah!"

Listening to the man’s words, Hawk snorted with laughter: "The last one who told me we could talk was an old man. I gave him a chance for his courage, and he ended up creating Sentinel Robot he thought could handle me."

The man, hearing this, opened his mouth.

"I’m not aware of that incident."

"Haha."

Hawk chuckled at the man’s reply, then, supporting his knee with one hand, resting his chin in the other, watched the man with amused interest: "This is the first time I’ve heard that response, your name."

The man took a deep breath.

"Stacy, Reed Stacy. You can call me Reed, Mr. Phoenix."

"Stacy?"

Upon hearing the surname, Hawk raised an eyebrow, his playful expression slightly receding as he seriously scrutinized the Mr. Stacy before him.

Under Hawk’s gaze, Reed Stacy did not dare move.

After a while.

Hawk withdrew his gaze.

"Your position."

"Congressman."

"..."

Hawk, hearing this, directed his gaze at Reed Stacy again, chuckling lightly: "What, are you guys out of people already?"

Congressman.

The title sounds grand, but it’s actually just that.

In a word.

There are many congressmen, but those with power are those with an additional title behind their name.

Listening to Hawk’s words, Reed Stacy showed a wry smile.

"Sir, you attacked the Congress Building last night."

"So what?"

Hawk laughed gleefully: "I not only attacked the Congress Building, I attacked the Pentagon too, and not just those two places. After I’m rested, I’ll attack all your military bases, whether on land, underground, at sea, or underwater. You better ensure you kill me; otherwise, I’ll kill you."

Reed Stacy felt a cold shiver inside but braved composure: "Sir, that’s not what I meant. I mean, I was designated last night."

At these words, Hawk’s expression slightly froze, then he seemed to recall something.

"You’re the designated survivor?"

"Yes, sir."

"...Congratulations!"

Coming back from his daze, Hawk’s expression resumed its calmness, offering Reed Stacy congratulations.

Designated survivor!

In the federal system, there is a special provision to designate a congressman, any congressman. Should the president and all cabinet members be unfortunately killed, this designated survivor will be directly promoted to the presidency.

This system ensures that the Federation does not completely fall apart in the face of a disaster.

But...

No one ever thought that this designated survivor system would one day come into effect, at least not before today.

Reed Stacy listened to Hawk’s congratulations, his bitter smile deepening on his face.

Hawk was watching Reed Stacy with great interest: "So, Mr. New President, what do you plan to do with me?"

Reed smiled bitterly: "Mr. Phoenix, believe me, if I could, I wouldn’t want to be here to see you."

Hawk laughed.

"But you came anyway."

"Yes."

Reed nodded.

Hawk shifted his sitting position, no longer propping his chin with one hand, but leaning against a slightly warm stone pillar burned by fire: "Aren’t you afraid?"

Reed was silent for a while.

"Afraid!"

"Yet you came."

"I am the new president, I have to come."

Reed said in a low voice, looking at Hawk: "When no one stands up, someone has to."

Hawk’s mouth curled up.

"So, you plan to be a hero?"

"No."

Reed shook his head: "Just as I said earlier, if I wasn’t the designated survivor, I definitely wouldn’t have come, but I am the designated survivor, so the responsibility falls on me, I must come."

Hearing this, Hawk looked ten steps away. When he said this, his expression was visibly tense, then he seemed to think of something: "So, Reed, do you have a wife?"

Reed was slightly taken aback, but still nodded.

"Yes, her name is Helen, the kindest, most gentle woman I’ve ever known."

"Helen..."

Hearing this name, Hawk’s heart stirred, his gaze swept past Reed, then he noticed on the other side of the tank barricade, a woman exuding a gentle face full of tension, her eyes watching this side.

"My mother-in-law is also named Helen."

Hawk retracted his gaze, looked at Reed: "She’s also one of the few kind and gentle women I’ve known in the world."

Having said that!

Hawk stood up from the stone steps, hands back in his pockets, and with one step, instantly appeared in front of Reed Stacy.

This scene not only startled Reed but also the soldiers nearby responsible for protecting Reed.

But fortunately, these soldiers had strong psychological qualities, and in that instant of judging Hawk showed no signs of attacking, they let go of their half-pulled triggers.

Hawk watched Reed standing right in front of him, despite being very scared and terrified, forcing himself not to scream. His mouth curled slightly: "If someone else had come, his only end would be death, but for you, I’m planning to give you a chance."

Upon hearing this, Reed visibly relaxed.

Hawk smiled slightly: "Everyone involved in the Sentinel Robot experiment, even those aware of it, I don’t care who they are, I’ll give you one chance. I want to see their corpses. I’ll give you twenty-four hours, how does that sound?"

Reed listened to the condition offered by Hawk and fell into silence.

Hawk, seeing Reed’s expression, spoke in a calm tone: "After twenty-four hours, either I see their corpses, or I will turn you all into corpses."

Reed stiffened all over.

Listening to Hawk’s calm words, the soldiers beside him also involuntarily stiffened.

After a while.

Reed took a deep breath, looked at Hawk: "I don’t want to deceive you, I need to discuss this with them."

At least an acting president has some rights.

But a president who ascended as a designated survivor.

To put it this way.

No power, only obligations.

Hawk smiled slightly, looked at Reed: "Mr. Stacy, this isn’t a discussion, it’s a notice, an extra leniency considering the person coming is you, the last leniency."

Facing Hawk’s eyes, Reed felt a sudden jolt in his heart, pressed his lips, and nodded.

His voice slightly hoarse.

"I understand, Mr. Phoenix."

"Good!"

Upon hearing this, Hawk withdrew his gaze, planning to leave here.

After all, his daughter had gone to New York City with her mom for combat practice, he needed to go over and watch, lest his daughter get bullied.

But just at this moment.

Reed, seeing Hawk turn as if to leave, reacted, and called out to Hawk.

"Mr. Phoenix!"

"Yes?"

Hawk turned, looking at Reed who called him.

Reed frowned slightly.

"Can I ask why you’re giving me some face?"

"Heh."

"Because——"

"My wife, her last name is also Stacy!"

"..."