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37. Heat Rays [Seeking flowers and favorites]
The immense kinetic energy and intense heat caused excruciating pain, leaving the two ninjas no time to even let out a complete scream. They could only manage short, inhuman, and shrill howls from deep within their throats. Their bodies lurched backward as if struck by a giant hammer, completely losing their ability to fight, and they convulsed in agony on the ground.
Hawke's gaze did not linger!
His crimson-gold gaze, like a tangible, burning blade, followed the ninja's falling figure, sweeping coldly and swiftly backward!
Wherever the beam of light reached, even the hard reinforced concrete ground groaned in pain.
"Sizzle—Pfft!" Two deep, charred furrows, several inches deep and billowing with white smoke, were instantly plowed out. The cement at the edges of the furrows was instantly melted, crystallized, and vitrified, shimmering with a dark red light, like scars from hell branded onto the ground.
The air was thick with the smell of ozone and the dust from burning rocks.
This devastating barrage acted like an invisible, scorching barrier, forcing the pursuing ninjas back!
The scorching beam of light grazed their toes, and the burning heat and shockwave forced them to roll and dodge, instantly shattering their offensive. Their eyes were filled with horror and confusion at the sight of an unknown and terrifying power.
The four turtles, who were being carried away by Hawke, almost had their jaws drop to the ground.
"My God! That...that's...a high-energy laser weapon? It's in sight?" Donatello exclaimed in shock, his voice rising and changing with astonishment. "But this energy density...this instantaneous vaporization effect...it's beyond my understanding of energy weapons!"
Leonardo, as the leader, suppressed his inner shock, his gaze fixed on the lingering light in Hawke's eyes and the two deep trenches in the ground. His voice was low and solemn: "Unbelievable... It's practically a humanoid self-propelled particle cannon! Precise, deadly..."
Even the hot-tempered Raphael was uncharacteristically stunned for half a second, his eyes under his helmet widening like copper bells.
He blurted out a profanity: "Holy Mother of…!"
He looked at the horrible wound on the shoulder of the ninja lying on the ground, howling in pain, and the charred remains of his weapon, then glanced at the ditch in the ground, and spat out a curse:
"Damn it! It's practically a living incinerator!"
Michelangelo's mouth gaped open in a wide "O" shape, and he even forgot to swing his nunchucks.
"Brother Hawke, are your eyes filled with the core of a star?!"
He gestured exaggeratedly with his hands in front of his eyes, his shock mixed with childlike excitement.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Two streaks of red light, bang! splat! The ninja lies on the ground, the ground bursts open! That was awesome! That's definitely the hottest 'eye-killing' look I've ever seen!"
Emily, who was hiding, gasped when she saw this and instinctively covered her mouth.
"Oh...my God..." her voice trembled, "Hawk...who...who is he?!"
She felt her worldview had been refreshed once again.
Even seasoned journalist April couldn't hide her shock, but she quickly regained her professional composure.
While taking visual evidence with a camera, he also took out a voice recorder and quickly dictated everything he saw:
"The infamous Hawk Lane is actually a superhuman! He has displayed an extremely high thermal ray ability! The temperature appears to be extremely high, capable of instantly melting through alloy armor and weapons, and causing deep damage to the ground! The power is astonishing! The attackers are completely stunned!"
Her voice carried an unbelievable certainty, yet was also filled with wariness of the unknown forces.
At this moment, the chilling crimson-gold light in Hawke's eyes slowly faded, leaving only faint embers on his retina.
He glanced expressionlessly at the terrified ninjas who had been forced back, and at the two charred trenches on the ground that were emitting blue smoke. The earth-shattering attack just now seemed as insignificant to him as if it had only been a blink of an eye.
The battlefield fell into an eerie silence, with only the faint groans of the crippled ninjas lying on the ground and the subtle crackling of molten slag cooling in the trenches.
Seeing the astonished group of people and turtles, Hawke clapped his hands speechlessly: "What are you standing there for? Let's get out of here!"
Only then did the group realize what was happening and quickly ran away along the passage.
Hawke watched as the group ran away before glancing back at the smoke-filled, nearly ruined base. A flash of red light appeared in his eyes, and two beams of heat precisely severed a massive pipe supporting the entrance to the passageway!
"Boom!" The pipe, along with a large amount of rubble, crashed down, completely blocking the entrance for the pursuit.
Behind them came the angry roar of the cyborg and the sound of ninjas digging.
Hawke used the complex terrain to his advantage, occasionally using heat rays to melt key nodes and create obstacles, thus shaking off the swarm of annoying flies.
Four giant tortoises—Leonardo, Raphael, Michelangelo, and Donatello—covered in wounds and grime, warily surveyed the dark riverbank.
April sat on the cold concrete edge of the well, her chest heaving, her breathing unusually clear in the silence, her gaze fixed on Hawke.
Hawke's bare upper body resembled an ancient Greek sculpture in the hazy moonlight, his muscles clearly defined, and wisps of steam rising from his body, as if a furnace were contained within him.
Beside her, Emily, though covered in dust and still shaken, looked at Hawke with undisguised amazement and a certain spark in her eyes.
He could clearly feel the two gazes, different in nature but equally intense, focused on him.
Hawke casually flicked his wrist, as if he had just done a warm-up, and broke the silence with a teasing remark:
"'The show' is free, ladies, but the place to watch it... is a bit low-class."
He glanced around at the damp, dark surroundings and shrugged.
“I must say, Mr. Hawke, you are much more pleasing to the eye than you appear in magazines and on television.” April pursed her lips, her gaze lingering on Hawke’s body as she carefully chose her words.
Hawke took a large, slightly worn hoodie from Michelangelo, which he had somehow found, and quickly put it on, covering his striking physique.
While putting on the clothes, he said, "Looks good? I can understand that as me not being as handsome as the images on TV or in magazines?"
38 Natasha warns, S.H.I.E.L.D. attacks! [Requesting flowers]
[The image shows April, actress Megan Fox. The left image is from her Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles days, and the right image is from her Transformers days.]
April smiled, took a deep breath, and didn't continue the topic. She held up the data disk in her hand and said: ...
“We need to talk.” Her gaze swept over Hawke and the four turtles. “About these photos, about Shredder, about that damn ‘wild pot’.”
Her gaze locked onto Hawke again, driven by a journalist's instinct to uncover the truth.
"Dear Mr. Hawke, although it may be impolite, I still want to ask, is your ability to absorb explosive energy and have laser-like eyes also the result of some kind of human experimentation?"
The air froze instantly.
The four turtles' gazes also shifted, and Michelangelo whistled silently, breaking the brief silence: "Wow, the reporter is quite direct."
Raphael tapped the ground impatiently with the hilt of his knife, sending sparks flying. "Listen, sweetheart, this is not the time for a press conference! Schleid's henchmen could be catching up at any moment!"
“Calm down, Ralph!” Leonard said in a deep voice. He turned to April, his blue headband fluttering slightly in the wind. “April, we understand your shock and questions. Hawke saved us all, including you.” He pointed to the data disk.
Hawke didn't answer April's question immediately; he waved his hand to indicate that everything was alright.
“I believe Ms. April didn’t mean anything by it, she was just curious. I can satisfy your curiosity: No!”
April nodded, as if a taut string had loosened slightly.
Whether this is true or not remains to be investigated, but given the reputation of the Ryan family, his words carry a certain degree of credibility.
“During my years as King, I frequently dealt with the Foot Gang, the Hand, and other criminal organizations in Brooklyn. Believe me, no amount of evidence you have can bring them down!”
He pointed to the data disk in April's hand, "At most, it can expose them and temporarily stop them."
Hawke knew all too well how resilient these villains were. Even though Shredder from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles was eventually imprisoned, he still managed to escape and even release the alien Krang.
And in the end, he was dealt with by Lange!
This profoundly illustrates that the most effective way to deal with such boss-level villains is to physically eliminate them!
Pure violence for violence!
Just then, a large truck gradually approached from a distance, its headlights illuminating the group of people who were resting.
The four turtles instantly stood up, pulled out their weapons, and prepared to fight.
The two women also stood up nervously and stepped back.
Everyone assumed it was reinforcements from the Big Foot Gang.
At this moment, Hawke waved his hand, calming the group down.
As the truck approached, everyone noticed that the driver was an Asian girl who looked to be only about twenty years old.
"You came pretty quickly." Hawke praised, looking at the sleepy-looking Gu Ziyun.
Gu Ziyun rolled her eyes, but when her gaze fell on the four turtles... people next to her, she was instantly wide awake, and her jaw almost dropped to the ground.
Pointing at the four turtles, his eyes widened, and he stammered, "What...what...what is this?"
Seemingly used to it, or perhaps expecting it, the four turtles didn't care at all. The most carefree of them all, the fourth one, Michelangelo, stepped forward with great gentlemanly manners: "My dear lady, my name is..."
"Bam—"
Before he could finish speaking, Michelangelo was punched by the boss, Leonardo: "Get out of here, stop talking nonsense."
After saying that, he turned to Gu Ziyun and said, "Sorry, we call ourselves the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. We've caused you trouble so late at night."
Gu Ziyun's lips twitched, and he quickly waved his hand, looking at Hawke with a strange gaze, as if to say: No wonder he made me drive a truck, what is this thing?
At 1:00 AM on December 27th, at the S.H.I.E.L.D. Tri-Wing Building
The piercing alarm shattered the tranquility of Trisonic Wing headquarters.
In the deep underground command center, Nick Fury stared intently at the massive central satellite monitoring screen, a satellite-shared channel from Skywarp.
On the screen, a coordinate point is flashing a dangerous red light, next to which is a waterfall of complex energy reading analysis data.
"Energy signature comparison results?" Fury's voice was deep and thunderous, carrying an undeniable sense of pressure.
"Analysis complete, sir." A technical agent's voice carried a hint of disbelief. "Highly consistent with the residual readings from the core explosion in Busan... a match exceeding 92%!"
Fury slammed his fist on the control panel with a dull thud.
"Hawk!" The name was squeezed out through his teeth, filled with long-suppressed anger.
"What did you do this time? Huh? Whatever you did! This time, I'm catching you red-handed!"
"Target coordinates locked!" Fury made a decisive decision, his voice echoing in the command center. "All Quinjet fighters on standby in the air, proceed immediately! Simultaneously deploy ground rapid reaction forces. Codename: Iron Curtain. Target: The Traveler!"
The order was relayed swiftly, like a cold tide. The base instantly erupted in chaos. The roar of engines grew louder as blinding searchlights tore through the night, and Quinjet fighters, like black reapers, swooped down on the scene.
Heavy armored vehicles and fully armed special forces teams followed closely behind, raising clouds of dust.
Inside one of the Quinjet's cockpits, Natasha Romanoff—Black Widow, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top agent—examined the equipment with a blank expression.
But out of the corner of her eye, she was watching the touchscreen of her personal encrypted communicator, seemingly going through some intense internal struggle.
After a moment, she overcame certain thoughts, her fingers flying across the screen, and a concise message was instantly sent:
[Satellite locked, retreat!]
[Debt of gratitude +1.]
The recipient of the information was none other than Hawk, who was currently on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s list of top targets for capture.