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Chapter 337 Hawk is the Great Terror(2/2)

Therefore, there is no problem for Hawke to call her aunt.

Cecilia Reyes looked at Hawke who was looking over at him. After digesting the news just now, she realized what Hawke had done and opened her mouth.

"Watefa Fake."

Cecilia Reyes lowered her voice and said a little arrogantly: "What have you done, Hawke, you don't understand the horror of Mr. Sinister at all."

Hawke's smile remained unchanged and he shrugged: "No, Aunt Reyes, you don't understand."

Cecilia Reyes was slightly startled.

"What?"

"I'm also very scared."

"..."

Do not believe?

Go out and turn right into the Killer Hotel, find a random killer and ask, King Killer, whether he is scary or not.

Or, turn left at the New York station, take a bus to Washington, D.C., run to S.H.I.E.L.D., find an agent who participated in last year's New York operation and ask him whether the killer King is scary or not.

Terrible strength?

Sorry, Hawke is just as scary.

Terrifying means?

Are there any examples of Mr. Sinister's horrific methods? I'm sorry, but they can prove that Hawke's methods are horrific. But if there are examples, Coulson who was turned into a human pig is the ironclad evidence that Hawke's behavior is even more terrifying.

With.

so……

Hawke grinned at Cecilia Reyes and said: "Don't worry, Aunt Reyes, if Mr. Sinister dares to come, I will let him see what real terror is!"

Bang!

ah!

A roar suddenly rang out from the study room of a manor somewhere in the Federation, along with the sound of a cell phone being smashed to the ground.

When the clone mutants who were working in the manor heard this voice, they began to tremble.

"call!"

Mr. Sinister stood up from his seat, supporting his desk with both hands. His eyes glared at the mobile phone that he had just smashed on the floor. His breathing became heavier: "That's unreasonable!"

No one has ever dared to speak to him like this, and no one has even dared to hang up on him like this.

damn it.

You were created by me.

If he hadn't been unable to leave the house now, Mr. Sinister would have been eager to appear at the Essex Academy for the Gifted in the next second and bring back this product that he should have brought back eighteen years ago.

at the moment?

Mr. Sinister took a deep breath, raised his head, and said in a cold tone: "Red Devil!"

The words fell.

There was a bang.

A cloud of red mist suddenly appeared in the room, and immediately after, a mutant Red Devil with a sturdy and stout body, but with a red inverted triangle tail behind him appeared in the red mist.

Red devil.

To be precise, it should be called the cloned mutant Red Devil.

Like Mr. Sinister's subordinate Riptide, the cloned mutant Red Devil in front of him was also obtained by Mr. Sinister back then. He obtained the genetic sample of the Red Devil and successfully cloned it after the successful development of his cloning technology.

of.

And he has more than just Red Devil and Riptide here.

After the red devil appeared, he immediately knelt down respectfully to Mr. Sinister, who looked a little ugly, and said: "Master."

Mr. Sinister said with a cold face: "Bring Cyclops here."

The red devil nodded in response and disappeared from sight with a bang.

The next second.

The red devil reappeared, but when he appeared this time, there was an extra person next to him.

Cyclops.

A mutant Cyclops whose eyes can release a huge red shock wave that destroys everything in front of him.

But the Cyclops here was also cloned by Mr. Sinister.

“Essex Academy for the Gifted!”

Mr. Sinister looked at the Red Devil and Cyclops fiercely, and said in a deep voice: "Where are you going? Catch the products that provoke me, and also catch that damn bitch, Cecilia Reye.

Si, kill me too."


Chapter completed!
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