bookbashuk Chapter 160 The Battle of New York Part 1
Chapter 160 The Battle of New York Part 1
Chapter 160 The Battle of New York
Wherever the red light swept past, the Zeta Swiss soldiers would instantly lose all their power.
Their feet detached from the aircraft, and they plummeted straight down from mid-air.
Their armor was intact, and they still held their weapons in their hands.
However, their life signals have been precisely stripped away from their bodies by the force of separation.
The intact corpses, the complete equipment, the intact aircraft—all crashed to the ground untouched.
The people on the street reacted faster than anyone else.
As soon as a Zeta Swiss soldier fell, several people pounced on him at the same time.
Some people hugged the helmet of the corpse, while others grabbed the footplate on one side of the aircraft.
Some people even lay face down on the corpses, arms outstretched to shield themselves, shouting to those still running towards them, "This is my spoils! Mine!"
The person who was shouting was still trembling in voice and hands, but the light in their eyes was no longer fear.
What shone in their eyes was hope for the future.
Nothing can dispel fear more than a person who has been poor all their life suddenly discovering that an opportunity to turn their life around is within reach.
Jarvis broadcast these scenes live to the world.
People in other regions that were not invaded by aliens watched on television screens as New Yorkers clung to alien corpses as if they were clutching their year-end bonus checks.
Suddenly, an extremely ridiculous thought arose, one that I couldn't suppress no matter what I did.
Are these aliens here to invade Earth, or are they here to kill and deliver goods?
Li En quickly cleared out the Chitauri army that had invaded the ground.
After confirming that the enemies in the nearby main streets had been cleared, he shed his demon form.
The dark red armor retracted piece by piece into its body, and the enormous wings slowly closed, turning into tiny red specks of light that dissipated into the air.
He returned to his original form and stood in the middle of the street.
Wielding the Rebellious Yamato, he continued to cleave down the scattered Zeta Swiss soldiers that flew low overhead, one by one.
The transformation into a demon has a time limit.
That burst of energy just now had pushed his stamina to the brink of exhaustion.
If they continue to force themselves to maintain this state, they can only last for a maximum of five minutes, after which they will not even be able to stand steadily.
Even with the restorative power of Dragon Blood Potion Type II, this level of overexertion cannot be recovered in a short period of time.
You can't play all your cards at once.
He has another plan in mind, and he must save his strength for that time.
Above the sky, a space carrier.
Nick Fury stood in front of the command console, staring at the Leviathan behemoth slowly gliding over the streets of New York on the light screen.
That thing's head alone was bigger than the entire mothership, and its metal plates gleamed with a dark, cold light in the sunlight. Every time it swung its tail, it could smash the exterior wall of a building to pieces.
He stood there stunned for several seconds, then blurted out a curse.
"Holy shit, this thing is fucking huge! How did that guy Lee manage to dismantle it into parts with a single sword strike?"
He stared at the Leviathan's wreckage on the screen, which was disassembled layer by layer into individual piles of parts.
This method of killing completely exceeded the logic of any weapon within his understanding.
But he didn't dwell on it, because more pressing issues lay ahead.
With the existing weapons and equipment on the space carrier, it would be difficult to fight a ground defense war, let alone intercept a giant creature of this size head-on.
He quickly went through all the available attack methods in his mind.
The final conclusion is chilling: even if nuclear weapons are used, it will most likely only cause huge collateral damage to humanity.
Unless a large number of nuclear warheads are dropped directly into the outer space tunnel, and the space warships are still in formation and waiting, then there might be a slight chance of victory.
His face turned extremely pale, his masseter muscles bulged below his cheekbones, and his teeth clenched so hard they made a grinding sound.
Steve stood to the side, already dressed in full combat gear.
He stared at the screen, at Leviathan being chased and slammed by Hulk from another street, and remained silent for a moment.
Then, from the box next to him, he took out the Dragon Blood Potion Type II syringe, flicked off the protective cover, and aimed it at the blood vessel on the side of his neck and injected it directly.
The piston was pushed all the way down, and all the medicine was injected.
A surge of heat flowed from the injection site along the blood vessels throughout the body, and the muscle fibers trembled slightly under the impact of this heat.
The bones made a few very faint clicking sounds, which was the body actively adapting to the suddenly increased strength threshold.
He pulled out the empty syringe and threw it on the ground, exhaling deeply. The stale air that had been suppressed in his chest for so long was finally released.
Then he looked up at Tony, who was already wearing Mark's armor.
"Are there any spare aircraft?"
"I've told you this many times before, but you just won't agree."
Tony pursed his lips, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness, as if he had long anticipated this turn of events.
"Leave the sky to me, you go to the ground."
Two weeks ago, in the Umbrella suburban laboratory, when discussing war plans, Tony specifically talked to Steve about having a custom-made Mark armor set made for him.
But Steve wouldn't even use the Dragonblood Potion, let alone wear armor.
His stance was clear: he didn't object to others using these reinforcement methods, but he himself didn't want to use them.
Now that the alien army has actually landed on his head, he finally understands that a shield and the body of a super soldier are far from enough in a war of this scale.
Tony didn't blame him for it, nor did he think he was trying to cram at the last minute.
It's just that everyone has different ideas; such disagreements are nothing new.
He nodded to Steve, then pressed his hands down, igniting the thrusters in his palms and on the soles of his feet simultaneously.
Several streaks of blazing white flame lifted him off the deck, propelling him out through the open takeoff and landing hatch on the side of the mothership, as he swooped down towards the city below, already ravaged by war.
Steve gripped the vibranium shield with both hands, curled his body into the smallest possible area exposed to the wind, and stepped out from the edge of the landing hatch, plummeting straight towards the ground.
Natasha and Patton then jumped into a Quinjet fighter that was parked on the deck.
The hatch slid shut and locked, the engine instantly jumped from standby to full power, and the fuselage was launched from the deck.
After making a sharp 180-degree turn above the mothership, it plunged headlong towards Manhattan.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. members remaining on the mothership looked at each other, guns still in their hands, but none of them knew where to fire next.
Everyone is waiting for the same command.
Nick Fury remained silent for a long time, so long that the agents around him began to exchange uneasy glances, before finally speaking.
"Fire all weapons and ammunition into the sky, not a single one left."
"yes!
The moment the order was given, this massive flying fortress finally revealed all its fangs.
The armor plates on both sides and the bottom of the ship were flipped open one by one, revealing a dense array of missile vertical launch units and close-in weapon systems underneath.
Dozens of air-to-air missiles, trailing white plumes of smoke, shot out of their silos, each locking onto its target in mid-air, and hurtling toward the swarm of Chitauri aircraft that were diving down.
One close-in weapon system after another began to spin at high speed, and spent cartridge cases poured out of the ejection port like a torrential rain.
Golden barrages formed a metal curtain around the mothership, almost imperceptible to the naked eye.
One after another, carrier-based aircraft were launched from the deck, their engines roaring in a continuous roar above the clouds.