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With lightning speed and perfect precision, it struck the joint of one of the Lange armor's support arms!
Sizzle—Pfft!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, only the tooth-grinding sound of metal instantly melting and vaporizing!
The massive support arm joint, made of high-strength alien alloy, withstood the terrifying heat rays for a considerable time, far exceeding the strength of most alloys on Earth. But in the end, it was like butter meeting a red-hot knife—pierced and melted!
The heavy mechanical arm, now unsupported, crashed down, splashing up a large amount of green slime!
"Aaaaaah—!!!!" Langer let out a shrill, inhuman scream of extreme pain.
The severe energy backlash and broken neural connections caused by the damage to the mecha directly impacted his fragile brain!
The pink brain tissue convulsed wildly, and the pool of mucus boiled violently!
Hawke's gaze was like lightning, without the slightest pause!
The heat rays, like an extension of his will, swept coldly across the other support points of the mech!
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle!
puff!puff!
One after another, the sturdy robotic arms were precisely melted off!
The critical load-bearing components supporting the main structure were mercilessly pierced!
The seemingly indestructible Lange mech was now like a wax figure in a furnace, rapidly disintegrating under the cutting of two blazing white beams!
A strong smell of burnt metal and the stench of burning unknown chemicals filled the air.
Sparks flew as the molten metal dripped like lava into the pool of slimy liquid, hissing and emitting pungent wisps of smoke.
Lange's screams had turned into intermittent, desperate sobs.
His mech, which made him invincible on Earth, was reduced to a pile of smoky, twisted and deformed scrap metal in just a dozen seconds!
Only the core of the brain remained, temporarily intact because Hawke deliberately avoided it, but it had lost all mobility and was completely paralyzed in the boiling pool of mucus.
The excruciating pain, fear, and a premonition of destruction from the depths of his soul completely shattered the alien invader's arrogant will.
Having lost his mecha, his fragile brain was more helpless than a lamb to the slaughter in front of Hawke and Gu Ziyun.
The blazing beam of light finally went out.
The lingering red light in Hawke's eyes slowly faded, and he stared expressionlessly at Lange, who lay paralyzed in the slimy debris, his brain tissue convulsing slightly from the spasms.
Gu Ziyun relaxed her mental suppression slightly at the right time, but still firmly locked down the core area to prevent a final counterattack.
Hawke walked slowly to the edge of the slime pool, looking down at the pink, writhing, ugly brain: "Now, are you awake, Mr. Lang? Or do you need me to help you... calm down completely?"
The icy voice was like a bone-chilling wind.
Langer's remaining consciousness was consumed by boundless fear.
He had no doubt that this seemingly elegant human could burn his precious brain to ashes in the next second with that terrifying heat ray!
"Stop...stop!!" Lang's synthesized voice became extremely weak and trembling, filled with unprecedented humility and a will to survive, "I...I'll tell you! What do you want?! Technology! Data! I'll give you everything! Just...don't kill me!!"
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The enormous pink brain trembled wildly in the slime, all its tentacles curled up like a ball of flesh in extreme terror.
“It should have been done long ago.” Hawke said indifferently, as if destroying a top-tier weapon of war was merely dusting off the corner of his clothes.
"Hand over all the alien technology information you possess, including but not limited to energy weapons, biotechnology, mecha construction, dimensional travel principles... anything of value. Don't try to hide it, and don't try any tricks. My assistant will 'verify' the authenticity of your thoughts."
He glanced at Gu Ziyun.
Gu Ziyun cooperated by revealing an innocent smile, but in Lang's eyes, it was like a devil's smile. Her psychic power was like a cold probe, piercing the edge of Lang's chaotic consciousness and bringing a needle-like intimidation.
Lange was completely devastated.
He dared not harbor any resentment anymore, leaving only a pure and humble instinct for survival.
"Yes! Yes! I understand! I'll give you everything! I'll grant you the highest level of access!"
On the wreckage of the mech, a relatively intact operating platform lit up.
Through the remaining neural connections and mental manipulation, Langer unleashed a torrent of information—far more complex than Earth's technology—that began to cascade across the screen.
Meanwhile, a thick data pipeline covered with interfaces extends from deep within the core compartment, automatically connecting to a huge backup storage server nearby.
The copy progress bar was jumping wildly.
With his eyes closed, Gu Ziyun's powerful mental energy acted like a scanner, simultaneously sensing the information deep within Lang's consciousness to ensure there were no omissions or deceptions.
Countless valuable materials, such as the structure of energy cores, biochemical mutations, coordinates of other-dimensional spaces, and even prototype diagrams of portable personal armor that were primitive and simple for their civilization, were like an undefended treasure trove, which was continuously plundered.
The entire process lasted nearly an hour. When the progress bar reached 100% and the server indicator light remained steadily lit, Gu Ziyun opened her eyes and nodded slightly to Hawke.
"Very good~" Hawke watched with satisfaction as the heavy storage hard drive was lifted by Gu Ziyun's telekinesis and floated in front of him. This would be the cornerstone for Ryan Technology, and the soon-to-be-established Ryan Bio, to maintain its absolute leading position for the next few years or even decades.
He took one last look at Langer's ugly brain, which was limp and trembling in the pool of slime.
“You made a wise choice, saving your…brain for now.” Hawke’s tone was cold. “However, this ugly toy is an eyesore to me.”
As soon as he finished speaking, a flash of golden light appeared in his eyes again!
Two beams of incandescent white light, much thinner than before but with a more concentrated temperature, shot out precisely!
The target is not Langer's brain itself, but the energy core node of the paralyzed mech's core module!
boom! !
A muffled explosion!
A blinding burst of fire erupted inside the core module!
Lang let out a final, short, and piercing scream!
The core device surrounding his brain was completely reduced to burning scrap metal!
Deprived of energy supply and mechanical protection, the fragile brain convulsed violently a few times amidst the boiling slime and the aftershocks of the explosion before falling completely silent, floating among the wreckage and slime, its fate unknown.
The air was thick with the stench of burning and the aura of destruction.
Hawke looked away, as if he had merely crushed an annoying insect.
He turned gracefully, took the glasses from Gu Ziyun, put them back on, and said with a smile, "Quite a haul, huh?"
The two stepped over metal fragments and green slime scattered on the ground, as if traversing ruins, and calmly left this hellish warehouse filled with the atmosphere of death and technology.
Behind them, only the occasional bubbling sound of the slime pool and the gradually cooling remains of Lange could be heard.
Hawke, having returned home with a full load, drove his sports car back to New York. He first took Gu Ziyun home and gave her a few days off.
As night fell, a few fallen leaves were swept up by the cold wind at the foot of the Steinway Building.
Miu Kobayashi and Kathryn Miller wrapped their light coats tightly around themselves, huddled in an inconspicuous black sedan, their eyes fixed on the entrance of the brightly lit glass-walled building across the street—the location of Hawke's penthouse.
"It's been three or four days, and this guy's whereabouts are even harder to predict than the fluctuations in the financial market!" Catherine rubbed her hands together and complained in a low voice.
Their plan to approach Hawke by posing as studious students nearly failed.
This guy is not a proper student at all. His act of donating a multimedia classroom in exchange for credits means that they can't even create a decent chance encounter.
My limited number of classroom observations were also interrupted by the constant stream of girls and men.
"Patience is a basic quality of a special agent." Kobayashi Miu's gaze was calm, but a hint of anxiety was also revealed by her tightly pursed lips.
S.H.I.E.L.D. needs all relevant information about Hawk Lane, and time is of the essence.
Just when they thought they were going to return empty-handed again, a sleek, matte black sports car with a deep, beast-like engine roar silently slid into its designated parking space.
"It's him!" Catherine's spirits lifted.
The car door slid up like a wing, revealing Hawke Lane's figure in the interplay of the cool moonlight and the city's neon lights.
He wore a perfectly tailored dark cashmere coat, his figure was upright (manor), and his face showed a hint of weariness after finishing his business, but this did not diminish his innate nobility and attractiveness.
The two swallowed hard, suppressing certain thoughts in their hearts.
To be honest, putting aside everything else, Hawke's appearance is exactly what every young girl dreams of.
Kobayashi Miu and Catherine exchanged a glance, decisively opened the car door, and quickly went to meet Shang Jun.
"Senior Hawke!"
"Ryan!"
The two people's clear voices were particularly distinct in the quiet underground parking lot.
Hawke stopped in his tracks and looked in the direction of the sound.
Two familiar figures came into view—
The school's "cool and aloof academic star" Miyu Kobayashi, with her elegant and intellectual style, and the energetic and outgoing "sporty sweetheart" Kathryn Miller, with her bold and sexy outfits.
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Miu Kobayashi chose a seemingly conservative yet cleverly designed outfit: a fitted turtleneck cashmere sweater in pure black that made her already fair skin appear like cold jade, highlighting her slender yet shapely upper body curves.
She wore a dark gray wool pencil skirt, the perfect length just past her knees, hugging her pert buttocks and long, straight legs, exuding a silent allure with every step.
She exudes a cool, restrained yet insightful beauty, like a beautifully bound book with a restrained cover that invites exploration.
Katherine Miller, standing next to her, took a completely different approach, exuding energy and bold sexiness.
She wore a short, shiny silver down jacket, the puffy silhouette of which accentuated her slender waist. The open zipper revealed a tight black low-cut knit top underneath, the neckline revealing just the right amount of skin that sparked the imagination.
Her lower body was covered in thick black leggings that perfectly hugged her firm, rounded buttocks and powerful, long legs. She wore a pair of thick-soled lace-up ankle boots, giving her a cool, street-style vibe.
He raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes, and his gaze quickly swept over the two women's captivating curves and meticulously groomed faces, which they still tried to display despite the winter chill.
"What a coincidence? Is something the matter?"
“Senior, I’m sorry to bother you!” Catherine spoke first, a perfectly timed smile of admiration and embarrassment on her face. “We…we’ve encountered some difficult problems in economics and finance, and we’re really at a loss. We know you’re a true expert in this field, explaining things even more clearly than professors! We’re at our wits’ end, so we’ve taken the liberty of coming here…to ask you for advice, for the sake of our credits…please, please.”
Miu Kobayashi added sincerely, "Yes, Hawke. We're a bit confused about the application of marginal utility theory in actual portfolio construction, which you mentioned in class, and the practical operation of risk hedging under recent market volatility. Would you... be so kind as to give us a few minutes of guidance?"
She tilted her head slightly, her eyes sparkling with a thirst for knowledge.
Hawke's gaze lingered on the two women's faces for a moment, a look that made both Kobayashi Miu and Catherine's hearts tighten slightly.