When New Year's Day arrived in 2009, this battle of demonic invasion was finally over.

At least this is the case in New York. Except for some very sparsely populated places in the United States, the fighting is basically over.

The invasion of demons is random. They do not specifically choose places with many people. The huge land area of ​​the United States has become a "burden". It will take a long time to completely eliminate the demons here.

This also slowly gave birth to a new profession, "Demon Hunter"!

Various states in the United States have offered huge bounties for the devil. As long as you bring the devil's left ear, you can go to the city hall of any place to collect the bounty.

This kind of profession with no entry barriers is very popular with some desperate proletarians. After all, as long as you are brave enough and have the money to buy yourself a large-caliber rifle, you can go to trouble the devil.

Based on the calculation of 20,000 yuan per demon, if you fight a dozen demons, as long as you are still alive, you can completely change your life.

The children of Hell's Kitchen Community School and those homeless people who came to the school to take refuge spent a relatively peaceful time in these war-torn days.

Except for the fierce gunshots that would ring out at the school gate in the first few days, later it became quiet like a normal campus. They could only experience the fierce fighting in New York on TV.

The happiest thing for students in recent days is watching their school's football coach show off his skills on TV while dining together in the restaurant.

Especially when those sexy female reporters boasted about Steve as if they were having sex, the senior students would howl like wolves, and then they would meet the wrath of the Director of the Corrections Department.

But something was different today. Director Frank, who was always cold, actually had a smile on his face.

His super handsome mechanical exoskeleton armor was assembled and put in the school's exhibition room.

Principal Alvin's Ares 3 is also parked there. The previous Ares 2 was said to have been damaged in a fierce battle, which made those who hadn't had time to take a photo with it regret for a long time!

In fact, the children here generally think that Ares 2 is more meaningful, not only because of its handsome appearance and its pair of guardian angel-like wings, but also because Principal Alvin once wore it and swore to protect this place. He

done!

Principal Alvin fulfilled his promise, Ares 2 was destroyed in the battle.

Everyone saw Principal Alvin wearing it and rushing towards the huge alien spacecraft that appeared in the dock area, and then the spacecraft disappeared.

It's a bit regretful, but everything is over, right?

As Steve on TV wore the same exoskeleton armor, wielding a shield and chopped down what might be the last demon in New York that appeared in people's sight, the whole of New York was boiling.

Violent cheers rang out in the school's huge cafeteria, and the whole school began to fill with a festive atmosphere. Principal Alvin was ready to fulfill his promise, and the postponed Christmas Party was coming soon!

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Alvin clutched his chest and pretended to be hit by the "energy pistol" in Little Ginny's hand. He fell weakly on the sofa in the principal's office and half-squinted his eyes as he watched Steve being interviewed on the TV.

Then when little Ginny came over worriedly to see the situation, she hugged the little girl into her arms, laughed and scratched her body, making the little girl laugh as if she was about to die, and then resolutely

He covered her eyes and prevented her from watching TV. The pictures there were not suitable for children to watch!

A blonde female reporter whose breasts were probably bigger than a volleyball arrogantly pushed past the somewhat embarrassed April, and rushed in front of Steve. The huge movement broke several buttons on the shirt that was originally one size smaller.

, causing the men on the side to let out a gasp of air.

Then the bold female reporter leaned against Steve and held the microphone on her huge chest, as if to entice Steve to taste it.

April rolled her eyes and looked at the big butt of the blonde female reporter in front of her. She helplessly spread her hands towards Steve and left the crowd with her timid photographer.

This girl has been working very hard these days. She stayed in the sky with Steve for three days without changing planes.

This made her look a little bad, and the odor on her body made her look like an unlucky overtime dog who had been tortured by 996 for a long time.

But her gains were also huge. She was the first to fly into the sky and start reporting on the entire Battle of New York. She would always be on the front line of the battle, reporting the progress of the battle to everyone in New York.

People remember this brave girl, and everyone will remember that it was this girl who brought them good news at this critical moment.

Steve took off his helmet, glanced tiredly at April who was leaving, shook his head with a smile, then looked at the blond female reporter in front of him, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, ma'am, I have to go see

Look at my girlfriend, she needs me now."

The blonde and big-breasted female reporter gave a wink that she thought was the best, pulled her shirt hard, pressed her big breasts against Steve's chest, and said with a smile: "Now is the victory.

At this moment, why not share the joy of victory with everyone?

Please! I guess people in front of the TV want to know how you feel now. You led those soldiers to complete a glorious battle!

You are the hero of this city!"

Steve smiled and resisted the microphones coming from all directions. He carried the shield "Temple" behind his back, looked at the reporters in front of him, and said: "Glory should go to everyone.

Police, soldiers, firefighters, subway drivers, security guards, citizens...

I have seen too much bravery in this city, and I have seen the nobility shown by people in the face of danger!

I was a soldier, I just did what I could and what I had to do.

Now my work is over and it's safe here!

In fact, a fiercer battle took place somewhere you can't see. If you want to save me, it's not me."

As he spoke, Steve looked back at the soldiers not far behind him who looked at him with reverence, pointed at them with a smile, and said: "I just stand with my guys when needed.

No big deal! Lots of people are doing the same thing!

That’s where your lens should go, that’s the real backbone!

Do you think I can win this battle alone?

Go interview them, they deserve it!

Glory means nothing if it cannot be showered on these brave men!"

Said and Steve gently pushed aside the busty female reporter in front of him, and while walking in the direction where April left, he said to the microphone that was still surrounding him and following his actions: "The battle is over, let me...

Veterans take a break!

At this moment I have to go and be with my family, I need them!

I feel a little tired now!"

The reporters looked at each other and finally decided to let Steve go. They all knew that this man had been fighting sleeplessly for three days in the city of New York. Now that he said he was tired, the only thing he should do was to keep up.

Be quiet and let him go find his family and have a good rest.

After all, he is considered a celebrity in New York, and everyone knows where to look for him. As long as you can muster up the courage to walk into Hell's Kitchen, this superhero is actually not difficult to find at all. There may be others by then.

Harvest, the Manhattan Tomahawk is there too!

The blond and busty female reporter looked at Steve's back with gleaming eyes, compared her figure with that of his previous girlfriend, and confidently shouted to Steve who was walking away: "You

What’s your name? Can I book an interview?”

Steve heard the female reporter's shout and looked back at her with a strange expression, as if he wanted to say something. In the end, he shook his head indifferently, quickened his pace, and spoke at a volume that only he could hear.

Said: "I am Steve, Steve Rogers, I used to be a soldier, now I am a football coach~"

The female reporter was a little disappointed that Steve didn't respond, but she soon felt strange looks from around her. Her colleagues around her were looking at her like they were shit.

A bald, lusty, pudgy reporter took a souvenir look at the female reporter's big breasts, shook his head and sadly left, going to find a few soldiers who seemed to want to show off. They should be easy to talk to.

As for this well-funded female reporter, well, her career is over, at least the position of front-line reporter will no longer belong to her.

It’s unclear how many people in New York know Steve, but as a reporter, it’s impossible to forget the man who saved many people in the First New York War and then called himself Steve on the live broadcast.

?Rogers’ “high imitation of Captain America”.

The female reporter reluctantly watched her colleagues around her avoid her as if they were avoiding an infectious disease. Just a few minutes ago, she felt like she was the center of the world. Why did she suddenly become like this now?

She pulled the pudgy reporter who had walked away and asked anxiously: "What's going on? Please tell me, did I do something wrong?"

The pudgy reporter turned around and took a greedy look at the pair of huge breasts. He shook his head regretfully and said, "You have shown your most ignorant side to the world.

I find it hard to believe why your boss let you out of his office?

That’s where you should be! I guess there must be a very comfortable big bed in your boss’s office!”

The female reporter looked at the pudgy reporter desperately and asked loudly: "What did I do wrong? I was just asking for the name of a hero. Isn't this what everyone wants to know?"

As she spoke, the female reporter looked at the pudgy reporter's strange eyes, covered her mouth, and asked sadly: "You all seem to know him, who is he?"

The pudgy reporter really didn't want to chat with an idiot anymore. As he turned to leave, he said, "That's Steve Rogers. Who do you think he is?"

The female reporter covered her mouth in disbelief and said, "That's impossible, Captain America has been dead for almost 70 years!"

The short and fat reporter spread his hands towards the female reporter and said: "So what?

We all know what he did, and we have no problem with him calling himself Clark Kent if he wants to!"

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April leaned against the side door of a white broadcast truck with a smile, looking at Steve walking towards her with his head held high, she waved her hand with a smile and said: "Hi~ Soldier!

Want a ride?

We will go to my house soon and I need to take a shower and change clothes.

Are you coming with me? The hot water in my house is very comfortable!"

Steve walked up to April, leaned against the car door, looked at the sky with a smile, and said with enjoyment: "Do you mind if I wash it together? That will save a lot of time!"

Alvin's Christmas Party is about to begin!
Chapter completed!