General Ross showed no expression.
But...
His heart surged with waves!
After verifying his suspicions from the mouths of the experimenters, a figure emerged in his mind.
Captain America, Steve Rogers.
To this day, the only being who had taken the 'Super Soldier Serum' and possessed humanity's strongest known combat power.
The military had never given up on replicating the 'Super Soldier Serum'.
But since Abraham Erskine was assassinated, the true formula for the Super Soldier Serum had disappeared into history.
But one thing was certain.
The true Super Soldier Serum required Gamma Rays.
This was also the fundamental reason for Hulk's birth.
Bruce Banner, previously a scientist for the military, while researching gamma rays and super soldier serum, accidentally caused a gamma ray explosion, leading to Hulk's emergence.
This gave General Ross hope.
Even if Hulk was uncontrollable.
But right now.
A human showing absolutely no inhuman traits.
Non-human reaction speed.
Unparalleled strength and jumping ability.
Disappeared gamma rays.
General Ross had now confirmed, this intruder was here for the gamma rays.
And these three pieces of information together were telling General Ross one thing without exception.
This was the super soldier he had been searching for.
So...
"Find him!"
"At all costs!"
General Ross unconsciously clenched his right hand, looking at the gamma laboratory turned into ruins before him. His eyes were not filled with anger but rather endless excitement.
Hawk had no idea he had been caught in the thoughts of this General Ross, who once chased Bruce Banner all over the world.
However...
Even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
Because Hawk had already left Quantico and was not even within Washington D.C.'s vicinity.
Right now, Hawk was beneath a waterfall.
Rumbling!
The waterfall's water cascaded down like thunder, crashing onto Hawk's body, sitting cross-legged in the water with closed eyes, clothed only in shorts.
As the water battered Hawk's body like falling rocks, it seemed to instantly vaporize, with endless white mist emanating from Hawk.
This was in Maryland, at the deepest part of Cunningham Falls State Park, near Semont.
A place rarely visited by people.
Hawk had been here for over twenty days.
During this time, beneath the waterfall, Hawk had devoted himself to one single task.
Burning his Little Cosmos.
In his Little Cosmos.
The Phoenix Constellation Map, seemingly carved above his Little Cosmos, shone brilliantly, with the silhouette of a Fire Phoenix faintly appearing in the star map.
He was in no hurry to return to New York City.
On one hand, it wasn't yet the time for the summer semester to begin, and on the other, he planned to let the dust settle.
For instance...
Hawk wanted to see if the people at Quantico could find him, hidden here, after his disturbance there.
If not, he wouldn't be late returning to New York City.
But if they found him, he wouldn't fear.
This place was chosen especially, with a five-kilometer radius of primeval forests all around.
Sparsely populated, indeed a good place for killing.
This is where the black ones respect force over virtue, convincing them with morals doesn't work; only through killing, making them fear, would they naturally submit.
The same goes for the military.
There's a saying, when the U.S. military accuses you of having weapons of mass destruction, you better actually have them.
Why?
Because if you indeed have them, the U.S. military wouldn't dare strike you.
But if you're pretending, then sorry, the U.S. military will strike hard.
So...
Hawk specifically chose an area unlikely to be visited by ordinary people as a hypothetical battlefield. Just waiting for the military to find him, battle them into fear, and then casually head back to New York City.
But over twenty days had passed.
Setting aside military presence, Hawk hadn't even seen a shadow of an ordinary person.
But that didn't matter.
Hawk stayed here not just to be found by the military, at least not primarily for that reason.
He saw the value in the waterfall here.
Hawk planned on using the waterfall to help himself breakthrough and fully illuminate the Phoenix Constellation in his Little Cosmos.
Sitting cross-legged in the water, Hawk slightly closed his eyes, using the thundering waterfall to temper himself.
In these over twenty days.
In the daytime, he continuously punched against the waterfall's resistance, and at night he closed his five senses, sitting cross-legged in the water, simultaneously receiving the waterfall's uninterrupted flow and striving for an opportunity to touch the Sixth Sense.
To be precise, Bronze Saint Warriors cannot be truly called Saint Warriors.
Uh...
Except for the five protagonists.
Only those who awaken the Sixth Sense and truly master it can be called real Saint Warriors.
Hawk didn't expect to awaken and master the Sixth Sense right now.
That's unrealistic.
He simply thought, since he was free, that if he was lucky enough to touch the edges of the Sixth Sense during this period, it would be wonderful.
The Sixth Sense is a valuable thing.
Saint Warriors who awaken their Sixth Sense are entirely different from those who haven't.
A level beyond the five senses.
Saint Warriors who awaken and master the Sixth Sense possess abilities like controlling elements, foreseeing the future, telekinesis, flying, illusion techniques... endless possibilities.
That's why only those who awaken and master the Sixth Sense can be truly called Saint Warriors.
Unfortunately!
Not to mention awakening, he hadn't even found where the door to the Sixth Sense was.
In the water, Hawk slowly opened his eyes, then stood up from the water, immovable as a mountain, ignoring the oppressive cascade of the waterfall.
Hawk was radiating heat, with steam rising around him, and amidst this steaming fog, a fiery Phoenix silhouette flickered behind Hawk.
Yes.
Phoenix.
Although Hawk hadn't encountered the military nor found the door to the Sixth Sense in over twenty days here.
He had accomplished his main goal.
Hawk had now successfully illuminated his first constellation.
One of the forty-eight Bronze Constellations!
Phoenix!
In the next moment.
Hawk, looking at the waterfall before him, threw his first punch, beginning his new task for the day of ten thousand punches.
...