New York is in chaos now, but not only the Avengers are fighting against alien invasions, but the New York police are also in the ranks of battle.

Although they treated the caller as a lunatic when they first received the call, as the Zitarry people flew all over the city and the situation summarized by a large number of street patrolmen, after two seconds of brain crash, they finally realized that this was true.

Since it is true, then do it. Defending the lives and property of the people is the duty of the police after all, but the target of this battle is not the gangsters, but the invading army of aliens. Therefore, the battle between the New York police was very difficult, after all, they only had light weapons for police use.

"Sir, it will take another hour for the National Guard to arrive." A dirt-faced police officer lowered his head and trotted all the way to find the sheriff to report the situation.

The sheriff in his 40s almost vomited blood after hearing this situation. For an hour? At that time, you might as well send the National Corpse Collection Team to come over! "Does the military know what's going on?"

The police officer also looked helpless, "How do I know?"

While they were talking, another wave of Zitari people came, thudding... A dull gunshot came from behind them, which was obviously not the sound of police weapons.

The sheriff and other policemen looked back and saw a half-grown old man in his 50s wearing a military camouflage uniform wrapped in bullet bags, and rushed over with a light machine gun in his arms.

He kept firing the aliens in the air with a light machine gun, and shouting, "You damn aliens! Your invasion of the United States must be repaid with blood! I will defend my motherland at all costs."

Perhaps because of the bonus of idealism, the old man actually scored every opportunity. With the roar of the light machine gun in his hand, other teams in the sky kept falling down, and soon temporarily lifted the crisis here.

However, if someone can calmly analyze it at this time, they will find that these aliens were not shot down by him at all, because from the perspective of ballistics, the real gunman should be hidden in the buildings on both sides, and this little old man was just bluffing.

The old man walked to the sheriff with a gun cross-body and said, "There are civilians trapped in the building, but if they go out on the street, they are hitting the gun, so that your people can go in immediately and take them out of the subway."

Then he waved his hand and shouted, "And from here to 39th Street, immediately establish a position, do you understand?"

The sheriff, who was yelling a little tinnitus, wiped the spit on his face, "Why should I listen to you!" I am a leader, I will do whatever you ask me to do. This is too shameless.

Unexpectedly, this old man really didn't give him any face. He grabbed the sheriff's collar and spitted and shouted at the face, "I am General Ross of the United States. Do you plan to compete with me for who knows how to fight better?" After that, he fired dozens of shots into the air, and the aliens still slammed and dropped.

The sheriff wiped his face again, damn it, and he rubbed his face as if he was fighting just now, and now he is completely clean. However, his movements in his hands were not slow, so he took out the intercom and gave the order according to the old man's instructions.

Otherwise, what should I do? It depends on the fact that the other person's record is obviously a great god. I am just a bunch of salted fish who can only shout 666. Are there any other choices besides being obedient?

With a clang, a guy wearing an American-themed uniform and holding a shield landed on the police car. The sheriff who had just given the order was startled and turned around and asked inexplicably, "Is there anything you have to do?"

The visitor was Captain America. He glanced at the police's actions and said, "...It's okay."

Then he beat up the invading Chitarri and ran to climb the stairs. While running, he thought, why is it always very embarrassing when he wanted to appear recently!

At this time, on a floor of the building on one side, a woman wearing a nun's suit and holding a sniper rifle connected her communicator, "Miss hostess, I am Veronica, the goods have been sold, so I request the next instructions."

After a while, a response came from the communicator, "It's done well, now you escort the actors to exit safely, and then start recycling measures to drag the bodies of those guys back to the hive."

Veronica "As for orders, hostess."

"Shi, the quality of the soul is really bad." On the rooftop of another high-rise building, Usalus, the terrified demon, secretly quenched. Since her appearance, this area has become a forbidden area for life. Anyone who is close to this place will be harvested invisibly and fall from the sky like a kite with a broken string. However, looking at Usalus' attitude, she is obviously not satisfied with the quality of these souls.

"I was very happy to hear you say there was war here, and I thought there were a lot of souls to harvest." Usalus said as he walked towards the sickle. "But I didn't expect the quality to be so poor and it had no value for viewing. I'm still going back in advance."

An urgent matter? What urgent matter can you have? Is it that I am anxious to go back and finish the hearthstone? Is it interesting? When you go back, you become a bald and fearful devil, holding the house shepherd in one hand and holding the rotten bugs in the other hand. Which guy is so brave that he dares to beat you?

Usalus walked to the edge of the sickle, made a diving position, and he was about to plunge in. But her movements suddenly stopped, and she suddenly remembered that there was a necessary procedure that had not yet left. Although she herself felt that the other party had no possibility of completing this request, she would just ask for it first.

"You should know my origin, then you will..." Usalus turned to Evanson and asked.

But as soon as she said something, she was interrupted by Evanson, "Impossible."

Usalus frowned and his momentum surged. "What did you say?"

The runes on Evanson's hand suddenly shone, and he said to Usalus, "If you want me to help you destroy Sargeras, you should wait until I am completely immersed in your power and lose the most basic judgment."

"But I'm not confused yet." Evanson suddenly smiled. "Actually, you should understand that even if you harvest more souls and strengthen you to the limit, you will never be able to destroy the fallen Titan."

"You made me very upset, little warlock." Usalus's face turned gloomy. She knew her limit, but no one dared to say it directly.

"But..." Evanson continued before she got angry, "I can make a promise."

"What promise?" Usalus asked.

"Sargeras' soul will be sealed." Evanson said with his eyes narrowed, "He will lose his freedom forever. Isn't this more painful than destroying him completely? Moreover, he is the only soul in his sealed place, and there is no need to play with Hearthstone."

Usalus' green eyes shone brightly, obviously because he was very interested. "Can you guarantee it?"

"I promise," Evanson said, "Sargeras will definitely be blocked."

"Very good, you'd better not fail." Usalus said, squinting his eyes, "because if I fail, I'm just a change of master, and you know who your soul will belong to and what kind of torture will be."
Chapter completed!