Chapter 1249 Revenge

Chapter 1249 Revenge

Euler, Euler, Euler..."

"Eula, Ola, Ola, Ola, Ola, Ola..."

The ghost in gray armor, his fists like heavy cannons, hit Jin Bin's body hard.

The terrifying fist wind was like a heavy rain, smashing the hard rock walls into pieces, and the debris and rocks were like strong bows and crossbows, making the air around them whine.

Ten punches? Hundred punches? Or Thousand Fists?

In just a few breaths, Kingpin couldn't even count how many punches he had received.

I just felt like there were thousands of heavy artillery rounds bombarding my body. Even the body with strengthened keel bones could not withstand the continuous bombardment. Flesh and blood exploded in the air like a waterfall. It was a magnificent scene. .

The ghost in gray armor not only punched extremely fast, but was almost impossible to catch with his optic nerve.

And the force of each punch made him excruciating pain. The hardness of the bones was comparable to steel, and it was as brittle as Oreos in front of it.

"Is this guy... really a human?"

Before losing consciousness, this was the last question that passed through Jin Bin's mind.

"Eula——!"

Following Hawke's roar, the ghost threw his final punch.

All the anger was concentrated in this fist, and the visible storm wrapped around the fist, forming clear traces of gyrations, turning into a giant dragon that broke free from its restraints, roaring and swallowing the gold.

Boom! ! !

Amidst the huge roar, smoke swept across the rubble.

The rock formations underfoot cracked inch by inch, then collapsed and shattered. Terrifying vibrations spread for tens of meters, and the flying dust and sand were several meters high.

A man slowly walked out of the rising smoke.

A pair of scarlet gleaming beast eyes were mixed with frightening anger, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, vowing to burn all his enemies with the fire of hatred.

"Haw...Hawk?!"

After being cut in half, Bullseye still managed to hold on for a breath and didn't die.

Judging from the position where he was cut in half, the pale golden light was obviously fused with a small part of the dragon bone, so it could survive until now. Otherwise, with this kind of injury, he would have gone to see God long ago.

But such a weak keel could only hold his breath and barely guarantee his survival.

If a severed limb is to be reassembled, a whole keel must be fused.

But it's a pity that in this situation, there is no whole keel for him to fuse, let alone to break the waist and then reconnect it.

Glancing at Kingpin... Bullseye couldn't help but take a breath.

On the rock wall behind, there is a bright red human-shaped blood mark.

That piece of bloody stuff was firmly stuck to the broken rock wall and could not even be buckled off. It was his immediate boss, Mr. Kingpin, the underworld emperor who was arrogantly speaking harshly just a few seconds ago.

Well...assuming someone can still recognize it.

But Bullseye felt that no one should be able to recognize it, after all, the lump was too thin.

"The next one is you."

Hawke's cold voice was like the strong wind coming from hell, making Bullseye feel chilled to the bone.

"I...I've obviously killed you!" Bullseye struggled unwillingly, propped up his upper body, and stared at Hawke's face: "Why...you can still survive ?Tell me, why?!"

He couldn't understand, let alone figure it out.

What changes have taken place in this indifferent world?

Why is it that someone who was shot seven times in the head and half of his head was blown off can still act like a normal person and rush thousands of miles to find them and take revenge?

Is this reasonable? This is unreasonable!

How can anyone have the courage to do this when half of their brains are blown away? !

Bullseye's eyes are full of curiosity and thirst for knowledge, like an honest student waiting for the teacher to give him answers.

"Yeah, you did kill me, but I'm back from hell."

Hawke lowered his eyes and looked down at the ground coldly, like the bullseye of a bereaved dog, and said: "Tell me where Pietro went, and I can spare your life, Lester."

"Haha... do you think I will believe it?"

Bullseye twitched the corner of his mouth and showed a sarcastic smile: "Hoke, I'm not that stupid. No matter what I say or not, you will never let me go, so there is no need to lie to me by saying such things."

"No, I didn't lie to you, Lester."

Hawke slowly squatted down, raised his head with his wolf claws, then leaned over, stared at the bullseye, and sneered: "I'm different from you. I will keep my promise and let you go. I will definitely let you go."

After hearing this, Bullseye was silent for a moment and looked at him doubtfully.

Originally, he thought he was certain to die, but when Hawke suddenly said this, he regained hope of living.

After all, who would want to die if they could live?

"I don't believe you..." Bullseye gritted his teeth.

"Do you have any other choice? Lester." Hawke sneered and said, "Even if you don't tell me, I'm just wasting some time. Mr. Zong still has a way to find Pietro, but you... .....But it may not be possible to resurrect.”

Bullseye racked his brains for a long time before he came up with a compromise: "Unless...you swear in the name of mutants!"

Apart from this method, he really couldn't think of anything else that could make Hawke afraid.

"Yes, I swear on the future of mutants that as long as you tell me where Pietro has gone, I will spare your life." Hawke raised three fingers and said expressionlessly: "If I kill you, mutant People will never get ahead."

At this point, Bullseye couldn't help but believe it. He could only bite the bullet and bet that he would keep his promise.

"We made a deal with Stephen Strange..."

"He asked us to pretend to surrender to you and trick Pietro into entering the wooden house. He also gave us the ears of the saint's body. After the incident is completed, he will give us a dragon bone."

"It's indeed him!"

After hearing this, Hawke gritted his teeth with hatred and continued to ask: "What is his purpose in kidnapping Pietro?"

"Do you think he will reveal such an important thing to us?" Bullseye asked.

"Where did he take Pietro?"

Hawke then asked again. What he was concerned about now was where Quicksilver was taken.

"have no idea."

Bullseye shook his head and said: "I only know that he is collecting the remains. Pietro seems to be very important to him, saying that he is the one chosen by the remains."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Hawke: "I have told you everything I know. Now...can you let me go?"

Hawke stared at him coldly, sneered, stood up and said, "Don't worry, I will keep my promise."

After that, he really turned around and left.

Seeing this, Bullseye's heart finally relaxed and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

But after walking about ten meters, Hawke suddenly stopped and said without looking back: "Although I let you go, but... those greedy guys may not let you go. .”

"What...what do you mean?!" Bullseye's eyes widened, and he felt an inexplicable chill.

"Huh, it's not interesting."

Hawke showed a weird smile, and then raised his voice and roared to the sky: "Aow-ow!"

The howls of wolves echoed in the open countryside one after another.

Soon, the next second.

Wolf howls sounded from all directions, one after another, as if countless wolves were responding.

"no no!!!"

Bullseye suddenly realized something, and shouted with horror on his face: "You can't do this, Hawke, you are breaking your promise!"

"You're wrong, Lester, I didn't break my promise."

A look of cruelty appeared on Hawk Wolf's face, and he said slowly: "I only said I won't kill you, but I didn't say... I won't let other things kill you."

In the pitch-black night, countless green eyes appeared from the grass in all directions.

Those greedy eyes are those of extremely hungry wild wolves.

They smelled the smell of blood, and in their eyes, the bullseye that had been cut in half was a rare and delicious meal.

"No...please, kill me!"

Bullseye realizes that he is destined to die, but he doesn't want to die under the wolf's kiss.

"Everyone has a choice..."

There was a coldness hidden in Hawke's calm tone: "But it's a pity that from the beginning, you chose the wrong card."

"No...come back and kill me!"

"Ahhhhh - kill me, Hawke! Please, kill me!!!"

In the dark night, chilling screams echoed, as well as the crunching sound of chewing pieces of meat and bones.

And Hawke's figure gradually disappeared into the night.