Chief George has been at the NYPD command center for four full days!

In just four days, George's temples suddenly turned gray, and his wild beard made him look very tired.

Whenever the radio rang, he would be very nervous, fearing that it would be another news that one of his comrades had been killed in action.

The young assistant handed George an unknown number of cups of coffee. He looked at his boss, the director, with some worry, and said carefully: "Director, I heard that Principal Alvin has returned. Can I ask him again?"

Did he ask for help?

Just like three days ago, as long as the Manhattan Tomahawk is deployed, it only takes one day for us to sweep those red-skinned monsters out of New York!"

Director George glanced at the young assistant, smiled tiredly and said, "Of course, you don't need to ask for help. Alvin and the others won't leave the rest of New York alone."

As he spoke, Director George took a sip of strong coffee, looked at the large surveillance screens across New York in the distance, and said with a smile: "They have always been there, but before that they need to ensure the safety of their "home"!"

Now that Alvin is back, those guys in Hell's Kitchen can go out with peace of mind!

In fact, what tortured me the most was not the battle, but the period when Alvin disappeared. Hell's Kitchen seemed to have closed its own door at that time.

Alvin is the "bridge" between Hell's Kitchen and the outside world. Without him, Hell's Kitchen is a closed island.

Look at the weapons Duke and his gang are using now, can you imagine that they are the result of cooperation between the police and gangs?"

The assistant didn't quite understand what Director George said. He just looked at his director in confusion and said, "I just think that since we are cooperating, why don't you call Principal Alvin? You are his friend!

As long as the Manhattan Tomahawk is standing on a pickup truck, the morale of the entire city will be different!"

George patted the intern assistant on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Go to the front and see, how long has it been since we had a death? This is already the best situation!

Alvin has his own work to do, he can keep Hell's Kitchen quiet at this time. Look at Harlem in the north, where more people have died at the hands of the devil than at the hands of the rioting poor.

In fact, when Alvin comes back, we have already received "additional personnel", "Captain", "JJ" and those "little turtles" and "enthusiastic boys". These are enough, we should not ask for more,

Alvin will always get tired sometimes!

And New York is actually stronger than you and I thought, and I just learned that there are so many "wonderful people" in New York!"

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Shang-Chi put on his combat uniform again, picked up the "Swords of Ice and Fire" and galloped through the dangerous streets. Those demons that had previously been difficult to deal with with bare hands turned into fragile ragdolls.

When a skilled martial arts master wields a powerful weapon, the lethality is completely different.

If Shang-Chi with bare hands is like "cutting down trees" when fighting against demons, then Shang-Chi with combat uniform and two swords is like "cutting melons and vegetables".

Yan Shuangying, holding a thick-backed sword in his hand, has followed Shang Qi through two streets. Even though he has super physical fitness, he can't keep up with Shang Qi's pace.

To be precise, they couldn't keep up with the pace of Shangqi's team of four. They covered all combat spaces in the air, on the ground, at long range and at close range.

Peter shouted and flew between the buildings, constantly teasing the anxious demons to chase him in his direction, bringing those brainless demons into the battlefield that Shangqi and others had planned.

Then Harry on the aircraft and Wesley on the roof carried out the "bombing", and finally Shangqi and Yan Shuangying broke in to harvest.

This method of fighting made Peter and Harry feel a lot more comfortable. At least they didn't have to face a bloody battlefield, which allowed Harry to conserve a little more bile.

Harry still remembers the "qualification standards" that Alvin set for himself. When he dares to disembowel a demon, he will be considered mature.

The arrogant Peter had long given up on the idea of ​​achieving this goal, and now it seemed that there was nothing wrong with being a "good neighbor".

Only Harry was still struggling. He wanted to wait until he had enough bile to try again.

But this is not easy. This is a country where killing cows or killing chickens for too long is considered "abuse". Letting a pampered young man do the work of a butcher is the biggest test for him.

Yan Shuangying was not used to such an easy battle. He cut off half of a demon's neck with his sword, and kicked the dead demon's chest hard, kicking it a long way away.

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Seeing Shangqi chop down the remaining demons without much interest, Yan Shuangying shouted angrily and funny: "Why do you have to fight with bare hands before you have such a good weapon?

You can obviously deal with these red-skinned monsters more easily, so why choose the most difficult method?"

After hearing this, Shangqi casually put away the "Swords of Ice and Fire", looked at Yan Shuangying and said: "I want to become stronger, I need some pressure!

Exercise has no effect on me now, I need actual combat, meaningful actual combat!"

As he spoke, he patted the two swords behind his back and said seriously: "I won't have enough pressure to use them! These demons are really not very durable!"

Yan Shuangying stared at Shang Qi, who had a serious expression, and said incredulously: "But weapons are also part of strength. When have you ever seen a person's combat effectiveness evaluated based on his naked body?

Also, how much stronger do you want to be? What is the difference between killing an enemy with one punch and knocking down the building where the enemy is with one punch?

Kung Fu is a fighting skill, and its power is determined by the strength and speed of the body. You have already practiced your skills to the peak."

Said He Yan Shuangying pointed at the two swords Shangqi carried on his back, and said with some envy: "What you need to become stronger is to increase your lethality, that's it!

Your weapon is the dream of all martial arts practitioners, why should you sacrifice the near for the far? The weapon is yours, and the strength is yours!"

Shangqi glanced at Yan Shuangying, shook his head firmly, and said: "I still have many bad habits that I have not corrected, at least in terms of skills. An old uncle of mine and a fat man named Huang Bingyi once taught me

Pass a lesson.

I can always win, but it is always difficult to win. I want to become better, and I can become better!”

Yan Shuangying looked at Shang Qi funny and said, "What do you want to do when you become so strong? Go and fight Star Wars with aliens?"

As long as there are no lightsabers, I think I can fight a hundred of those things in the movie!

Although I have just arrived in the United States not long ago, I believe that with your skills there is basically no opponent here. Those guys are very powerful, but they are just very powerful!"

Shangqi looked at Yan Shuangying, who was dressed in an old-fashioned way, like a country bumpkin, and said with a smile: "I believe you are a new comer here. I guess you don't even watch TV, otherwise you would not be so confident."

As he spoke, Shangqi pointed to a roadside display window. The TV there was playing a scene of the Hulk showing off his power captured by the TV station. The Hulk in there was grabbing a monster by the neck and beating it around as a weapon. It was really vicious.

So awesome!

"You should take a good look at this world. China is too quiet. In the past, I knew that there was a group of people who eliminated all dangers in dark corners, but I don't know what those people faced?

But now I know!

Those monsters or other things exist here, and they must exist in China as well. Where have they gone?

I understand that I am definitely not as good as I thought, because I can’t handle anything there!

I want to become strong, at least I have to become the boss of the waiters in our restaurant first!

It makes me uncomfortable that I can’t beat a girl in an arm wrestling match!”

Yan Shuangying stared at the TV screen in the window and said with some disbelief: "I always thought this was Yankee entertainment, a movie or something like that, but you actually said they were real!

Also, what the hell is your restaurant? Do you need to work so hard to be the boss of a waiter?"

Shangqi hammered Yan Shuangying on the shoulder and said with a smile: "How did you get here? How could you be so "ignorant" with your skills?

If these are all fake, then what is the devil we are facing? A Christmas joke?"

As he spoke, the communicator suddenly received a message from Harry. He nodded in agreement, and then said to Yan Shuangying: "Let's go to the front and have a look. The situation in a hospital there doesn't seem to be too good. Let's go

help!

There are a few pretty cool guys there, as well as the "big sister" of our restaurant!

Man, you have to catch up, this is a good place to start!”

After saying that he was out of breath, he quickened his pace and rushed to the end of the street, where he turned right and not far away was the unlucky hospital.

There are several strange demons leading dozens of men to besiege the hospital building. Matt and the others are guarding there, and they don’t know why Jessica is there too?

Shangqi doesn't like Matt and the others too much, but with Jessica there, he can't stand idly by no matter what!

Yan Shuangying looked at Shangqi's retreating figure in a daze. He glanced at the TV screen in the window again, which looked like a fierce battle in a blockbuster movie. He shook his head strangely and murmured to himself.

: “If they were so powerful, why would they let me go?

Sharpshooter Club! What the hell is going on?"

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At the door of the hospital building, Jessica waved a telephone pole as thick as an adult's calf, and forcefully swatted away two demons who tried to break in.

The girl let out a nervous breath and called to Misty behind her: "What happened to Matt and the others? Those strange things look difficult to deal with!

I should call Alvin, there are too many wounded here, and it would be a disaster if a demon breaks in!"

Just as Jessica was speaking, Peter pulled a piece of spider silk and flew over from a distance. He kicked a huge gluttonous demon away with his feet together, and then used the rebound force to do a quick somersault and jumped to Jack.

In front of Sika, he saluted her with a Patton-style military salute and said with a smile:

"Peace Hotel Waiter No. 3 Peter Parker is here to report~"

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Thank you all for your concern and tolerance for crutches!

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Chapter completed!