Druids in Marvel

New Yorkers think that their psychological quality is already the best in the world.

But when the war really broke out off the coast of New York, they still wanted to escape.

But no one knows where it will be safe to escape.

Anyone with any brains knows that there is a big boss sitting in Hell's Kitchen, and the guy from Stark Tower has already started a fight with the aliens, and he doesn't seem to be at a disadvantage.

But it still does not prevent those anxious people from running aimlessly on the streets, causing car accidents, car accidents, car accidents.

When the entire city was paralyzed, irrational riots ensued, plunging the entire city into dire straits.

Director George has tried his best. Before those aliens crashed into the earth, no place was safe, let alone planning any safe zone in advance.

All the police have taken to the streets, but they can only try their best to stop those vicious crimes, and they are really powerless to stop the riots.

People crowded into the streets, desperately trying to leave New York. The impetuous atmosphere intensified the scale of the riots.

When the media's propaganda is broken by reality, no one can stop the riots that follow.

Chief George had already prepared for the worst, but now the news brought to him by this black police officer was too weird.

Walking to the command room and listening to all kinds of incredible calls on the police public channel, George scratched his hair with a strange expression.

It's normal for Hell's Kitchen not to be chaotic, because there's a big boss who speaks the truth.

But it’s a bit strange that the entire gang in New York takes to the streets to act as police!

Although they will send the victim a bill after stopping the robbery...

Although their behavior is very cruel, the major hospitals in New York are currently overcrowded...

But in just 30 minutes, the streets calmed down!

Those who collapsed had one or at most two hands broken off, and then they calmed down.

Those poor people who took advantage of the situation and took advantage of the situation would be severely beaten when caught, and they would also owe loan sharks five times the value of the things they robbed.

A guy who shouts and sells anxiety in the street will have his teeth knocked out by a few masked men, and then put in an ambulance to New Jersey.

The gang's methods were simple and crude to the extreme, but at this time, in addition to testing New York's medical system, they were extremely effective in other aspects.

For the remaining people who want to escape, if you are stuck in traffic, continue to be stuck in traffic. From time to time, a marijuana vendor will come up and ask if you need some medicine to relieve stress.

There are also fast food vendors selling their food along the street, and the harvest is actually very good.

Occasionally, gangsters on motorcycles will come up and ask if they need to go out of the city? 5,000 yuan per person!

The battle over the outer sea continues, but a strange atmosphere begins to fill the streets of New York.

For the first time, those gangsters outside of Hell's Kitchen felt the joy of their counterparts in Hell's Kitchen!

Things that would normally land them in jail, no police officers came to stop them today.

The "protection fee" that usually requires coercion and inducement was collected very smoothly today, and the scope and quantity have increased dramatically.

Of course, everyone knows that this is a one-shot deal, but that doesn't stop those gangsters from having the illusion that they might actually be good people today.

Maybe I was born a good person, but it was just because I didn't have a rich father that I was fooling around on the street.

When Director George saw through the monitor that a group of motorcycle gangs entered Wall Street and enthusiastically asked the armed security guards if they needed any additional protection, he shook his head helplessly, rubbed his temples and said helplessly: "This

What the hell is that called?”

Just when Director George was sighing with emotion, a middle-aged colonel officer broke into his command room and said loudly: "Director George, you have to let that Stark cooperate with us. He can't solve the battle alone.

We must have a unified command!"

Director George looked at the colonel, who was obviously a professional, and he frowned and said: "Your duty is to fight. When the battle does not affect you, you only need to be responsible for shouting "come on."

It is not within your purview to question the actions of an enthusiastic rich man.

It is your mission to hold on to your position and ensure that the entire city has firepower."

The colonel probably thought that the battle would be easier, so he wanted to get the command right, and maybe he could get a promotion and a salary increase in the end.

He looked at Director George sternly and said, "I am now the supreme commander here, and all battles must follow my orders."

Just when this guy was talking loudly, the situation at sea changed.

The translucent protective shield actually began to slowly move closer to the east coast of New York. Although the distance was still hundreds of kilometers, at this speed, it might only take about 4 hours for the aliens to reach the protective shield.

Manhattan's East Bank.

Director George looked at the surprised colonel and said, "Sir, let me give you a suggestion.

I called the Air Force people to go around and see if they could blow up those alien spaceships.

There are 20,000 National Guardsmen guarding here. If aliens knock on the door because of your inaction, then your military career will be over."

As he spoke, Director George took a step forward, grabbed the colonel by the collar, and said in a deep voice: "Also, ask your men who are blocking the traffic thoroughfare to get out of the way.

You are the main culprits of the big jam in New York. I will report all the stupid things you did in the report afterwards.

Your only way out is to cooperate with my actions and try to repel those aliens, and then I will consider saying a few good words for you in front of the media afterwards."

Looking at the colonel with panic-stricken eyes and trying his best to pretend to be calm, Director George helped him straighten his collar, and then said to his blond assistant: "Send Mr. Colonel away for me..."

The blond assistant "escorted" the colonel sideways while gesturing to Director George with his thumb from behind, expressing his utmost admiration.

The moment the door closed, a loud whistle sounded in the command room.

Director George looked at his subordinates who were making noises. He patted his desk helplessly and said loudly: "Inform everyone not to cause chaos and arrange for people to divert traffic.

We need to clear the road as soon as possible!

The guy in Hell's Kitchen can't get his feet off the ground, so everyone can work harder for me so that you can have someone to turn to."

After hearing this, a young police officer stood up and said, "Chief, what are the standards for law enforcement?

What if someone doesn’t cooperate with us?”

Director George listened, shook his head and said: "Those old fritters down there know what to do?

Ask them, are the police worse than gangsters?"

…………

Alvin stood on the edge of the pier in Hell's Kitchen, looking at Stark in the distant sky leading his Iron Legion to kill all the alien aircraft.

Frankly speaking, apart from being small, fast and capable of using energy weapons, those aircraft are nothing else.

At least Stark's Iron Legion, with the support of Jarvis in the home game, doesn't have much pressure one on one.

Stark opened the umbrella-shaped launcher behind him in the air, and sprayed an energy beam as thick as a bucket at the approaching shield.

As a result, a huge energy impact hit the protective shield, which only caused large ripples but did not break the protective shield.

This protective shield covering a radius of more than ten kilometers is slowly but surely approaching New York.

Stark is a serious person. He keeps ordering his Iron Legion to try to break into the protective shield, and he is also trying it with various weapons.

But the effect has never been too great.

It wasn't until a robot pressed against the shield and was slowly swallowed into the shield that Stark was surprised to find that the shield had similar properties to fluid.

The more ferocious the attack, the stronger it will be, but it will invade slowly and successfully enter the shield.

He watched as his robot was blown up by a group of alien aircraft inside the shield.

Stark pressed the communicator and said: "Alvin, this shield has the function of isolating electronic signals, but I want to go in and take a look.

We cannot let them get close to New York. If the distance is too close, it will be difficult for us to intercept their troops without paying a price.

FUCK Why are there so many aliens? Those two spaceships don’t look big at all.”

It was impossible for Alvin to let Stark take risks. Without the support of Jarvis, Stark's combat power would not be able to defeat the two alien spaceships.

Looking at a speedboat at the dock, Alvin jumped on it and said, "Stark, don't mess around.

If you want to go, I will go too. You contact Kevin Dominic. The aerospace aircraft carrier has arrived. You can command and deploy the defense line."

While Alvin was speaking, another wave of fighter jets flew over carrying anti-ship missiles.

The result this time was no different. Those anti-ship missiles were unable to break through the shield and exploded into dozens of sparks in the air.

Alvin shook his head in disappointment, started the speedboat and rushed towards the protective cover quickly.

The previous attacks by those aliens were obviously just tests. They were also accumulating strength and preparing to explode all at once when the time was right.

Alvin felt that he could not give them a chance. After all, his lair was behind him. If it was damaged, how much would it cost to repair it?

Driving the speedboat, he quickly approached the protective shield that was getting closer and closer. Alvin raised his hand and shot a level 20 "lightning" over it.

What surprised him was that the moment the level 20 "Lightning" hit the shield, it broke through the defense, but the direction of the attack was refracted to another direction.

Alvin curiously took out his machine gun and fired dozens of bullets, but found that the bullets could not penetrate the shield.

"Don't bother, this shield uses another defense mechanism. Non-fatal attacks can penetrate the shield, and attacks that exceed the defense threshold will be deflected.

If you want to kill them, you have to go in!"

Alvin looked at Stark floating in the sky and said with a smile: "Then I'll go in, there are two spaceships, it's not a big problem."

As he spoke, Alvin drove the speedboat slowly closer to the protective shield, and then was slowly swallowed inside.

The moment he entered the shield, Alvin saw several whale-like spaceships swimming and jumping on the sea surface a few kilometers away. They surrounded a moving offshore platform.

It was that offshore platform that stretched its arms, shot two thick energy rays into the sky, and then created a protective shield that left humans helpless.

Alvin was about to drive a speedboat to rush over and destroy the offshore platform, but suddenly a large number of disgusting-looking, half-living, half-machine aliens suddenly appeared in the sea.

Facing the energy cannon coming from the shop, Alvin reluctantly put an "energy shield" on himself, and then jumped sideways into the seabed.

"Violence" instantly armed Alvin, and when those energy cannons took a break, Alvin fired a level 20 "Thunder Storm" into the sky, covering everything within a few hundred meters of lightning.

Seeing those vicious aliens sinking to the bottom of the sea, Alvin glanced at the fragments of his speedboat and the alien water platform a few kilometers away. He could only sigh in resignation and prepared to swim over to fuck them.

…

Just when Alvin was about to take action, several old battleships were swallowed up not far from him.

Before Alvin could figure out what was happening, an old voice said in his communicator: "Boss, we didn't run away. Do you need a boat?"

Alvin looked at a few old men in sailor uniforms on the deck of the battleship in the distance, as well as a group of panicked mutant prisoners in prison uniforms...

He said in disbelief: "Can these old-fashioned things of yours still be used?"