Marvel World Mixed Life

Brett Mahoney was driving a police car, and his mind was still in chaos. What happened?

The partner on the co-pilot was still cursing: "These damned lunatics, first killing wildly, and then exploding continuously, do they want to destroy New York? A bunch of bastards who deserve to go to hell..."

Police cars drove on the street with harsh sirens, and vehicles along the way gave way one after another. From time to time, ambulances and fire engines rushing to rescue in other directions could be seen.

When I came to the warehouse where the Russian gang in Hell's Kitchen was located, it was already in a mess, with broken glass everywhere, and a big hole in the roof was still billowing with smoke. Several water dragons sprayed from the fire trucks are still struggling to extinguish the remaining open flames.

The police had already opened the cordon, and there were still some watching citizens standing in the distance. Some tattered and charred corpses were carried out and placed there, and occasionally one or two still had vital signs were pulled into the ambulance and left quickly.

Bright got out of the police car and greeted several colleagues before observing the scene.

"Any clues?"

"Not yet. The scene was severely damaged, and the camera didn't capture anything useful. We can only wait for the wounded in the hospital to rescue them before asking for a statement."

"Damn it!"

"I heard that the bombing in Harlem has been found to be done by the Viper Gang, and that in Times Square was done by a crazy psychopath."

"How miserable!" Brett shook his head.

"It's nothing here. I heard from my colleagues that Times Square is a hell on earth!"

"Hey... let's do the work first, see if there are any witnesses, and then look for your own informants..."

...

Not far away, in the dark on the top of a tall building, Matt and Li Mo were standing there looking down.

"What a crazy night, New York has become a battlefield." Li Mo shook his head and said.

Matt didn't speak, clenched his fists, his whole body trembling with anger.

This is the city where he was born and raised, and he is familiar with every street here. And this city is being poisoned by those bastards, he can even clearly hear the terrified breathing of the residents downstairs and the suppressed crying of the children.

Maybe Frank was right?

Matt was startled by the sudden thought, he was even a little confused, and had some doubts about his long-standing practice of not killing people...

He doesn't know what's the best way to do it, but he knows some people have to pay for it!

Li Mo didn't have such deep feelings as Matt, he was an outsider after all. However, he is not the type of person who takes pleasure in seeing other people's pain. Being at the scene of a disaster is actually not a pleasant thing. He wants to go home a little bit.

The phone rang suddenly, Li Mo picked it up and saw that it was Claire Temple, shouldn't she be very busy at this time?

"Hi, Claire, what's up?"

"Hey, Lee, a seriously injured patient called Turk Barrett was sent from Harlem. I remember he came to see you when you were hospitalized. Is he your friend?"

"Shit! What was he doing there and how is he doing now?"

"Still in a coma, one of his arms is badly injured and doctors are amputating it."

………………

time Square.

Under the light of countless huge billboards, this place is still clearly visible, but it does not have the prosperity of the past, only a mess.

There are many shreds of paper floating on the street, only one shoe left, shopping bags left unattended...

A row of corpses covered with white cloths lay there, and on the opposite row of ambulances with the rear doors open, there were still wounded with bloody heads.

Some people looked dazed and frightened, some were weeping loudly, some were trembling and kept drawing crosses on their chests...

There were many policemen asking for the confessions of the survivors, and some policemen were leading their wolf dogs to investigate other possible bombs. Several FBIs in suits were arguing fiercely.

Accompanied by a strong sound of piercing through the air, a golden-red figure whizzed forward with a long tail flame, and landed on the road with a clang.

It's Iron Man Tony Stark.

However, there was no crowd cheering for him in the past, and everyone present just looked at him numbly.

The visor popped up, revealing Tony Stark's frowning face. Walking up to several FBIs who were arguing, he asked, "Do you know who did it?"

"Billy Morans, a retired Army soldier, was found to have PTSD after returning from the battlefield in Afghanistan. This is the suicide note we found in his home." An FBI showed Tony the tablet computer in his hand. look.

Closing the visor, Jarvis began to quickly gather all Billy's past information, contacts, bank accounts...

Findings: There were no internal conspiracies, no external enemy instructions, just an American soldier who was driven crazy.

Tony was a little confused for a moment, he has the most advanced and powerful weapons, but what about the enemy,

Where?

Who should he fire on?

After being confused, he became angry again, and Tony couldn't help but began to sneer: "Ha, crazy soldiers, suicide bombings, another work of great America."

Several FBIs at the scene looked at each other without speaking. Tony was still whining there, and one person finally couldn't help asking: "Then where were you when it happened? Mr. Iron Man."

Tony opened his mouth and couldn't speak. He just came back from Afghanistan, where he fought a group of terrorists.

On a large billboard in the square, Stark Group's product advertisements played to the end. Tony's face appeared, and he waved his hand confidently and said:

I am Iron Man,

I am the Guardian of America!

………………

Manhattan, Crowe Street.

New York Police Department headquarters.

An impromptu press conference is being held here, and the flashing lights emit dazzling light from time to time with the sound of clicking.

Standing on the stage with a resolute face, the first deputy director, George Stacey, felt as if he was facing a pack of hungry wolves.

The police chief is old and can't bear the pressure to submit his resignation and retire early. George Stacy temporarily exercised the authority of the director. But the reporters in the audience don't care who you are, one after another sharp questions keep ringing out.

"Director George, first there were two large-scale massacres, and then there were serial bombings. How do you feel about the current security situation in New York?"

"Director George, what about your previous promise? Some congressmen criticized the police department for its corruption of discipline. What do you think?"

"..."

Ben Urick, who was sitting under the stage, looked around at his peers who seemed to have been beaten with chicken blood, and shook his head helplessly. He understands his peers' desire for big news, but it's really inappropriate to do so at this time.

Thinking of this, Ben Urick stood up and asked loudly: "Director George, regarding the current situation, I would like to ask if the police department has any corresponding countermeasures?"

George, who was already a little annoyed by the question, glanced at Ben Urick appreciatively. He knew this reporter, a one-time Pulitzer Prize winner who had since disappeared into obscurity.

Using the steps given by Ben Urick, George Stacy said calmly into the microphone: "This is a sad day, and there have been appalling tragedies in succession. Regarding the bombings in Hell's Kitchen and Harlem We have identified the gangs in New York City, who have seriously disturbed the social order in New York. We will launch an unprecedented crackdown on them."

"There was a similar operation in that country in the east, and the law and order situation has been fundamentally reversed, which I appreciate very much. Therefore, I have given this operation the same name, that is,"

"First New York Strikes Hard!"

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Harlem.

Watch the NYPD press conference live on TV. After George Stacy said the crackdown, the black congresswoman Maria could no longer restrain her anger and yelled at her younger brother Cornell.

"Is this what you want to see? It's not New York in the 50's! You're a gangster and you should be hiding in the sewers like a rat instead of playing terror!"

Cornell was a little helpless: "I didn't order it, it was done by a guy with a wrong brain. And who would have thought that there would be three explosions at the same time? I plan to disappear for a while."

"Then what should I do? Many people know that you are my younger brother. The misappropriation of campaign funds has not been settled, and this kind of thing happened again. Some members of the parliament have already raised questions!"

Cornell pressed his brows with a headache.

…

Chinatown.

Mrs. Gao finished watching the live broadcast on crutches, and a mocking smile leaked from the corner of her mouth, "Stupid people, when you decide to stir up the deep pool, you must be prepared to face the crocodile. However, it is not the time yet, I need to leave for a while .”

For this old man, power and money are just means, not ends. She decided to give up part of her strength and stay here to play with the police, and do more important things by herself.

Mrs. Gao thought of something, memories appeared on her old face, "Kunlun..."

Accompanied by the sound of the crutches hitting the ground, the hunched figure with stooped legs gradually disappeared into the darkness.

…

A building near Central Park.

Wilson Fisk watched the live broadcast expressionlessly. Although the three consecutive explosions surprised him, they had nothing to do with him, did they?

Someone will take it all.

And he will be the last victor.

James Wesley raised his glasses and looked at the majestic figure in front of him with admiration. What a perfect leader! He knows he doesn't have the qualifications to be a leader, but he will help this man become the king of the underworld in New York.

A graceful figure came over and embraced Wilson Fisk.

"Dear Vanessa, my goal is about to be achieved. Then I will spend more time with you." Fisk looked at the woman in his arms, and couldn't help showing a trace of tenderness.

Since dismembering his abusive father with his mother, he has been in dark loneliness until he met the woman in front of him.

"Honey." A trace of hesitation flashed across Vanessa's face, "I'm proud of you, but what's the use of it, we're always in the dark."

"You don't understand, dear, only..."

"I'm pregnant!" Vanessa interrupted Fisk's words, "I hope our son can appear in front of the world in a fair way! We have other ways, don't we?"

With joy on his face, Fisk involuntarily touched an old cuff button on the cuff of his suit. That was what he touched from his father's body, in order to remind himself not to be like his father.

After a long silence, a smile appeared on Fisk's face, "Listen to you, dear!"

"Senator Cherry, it's me, Fisk." Wilson Fisk took out his phone and dialed a number, "I will support you to drive away Bloomberg and become the mayor. I need you to organize a charity for me Dinner."

"Yes, I've decided, I need all New Yorkers to know me, Wilson Fisk!"