Eight hundred and ninetieth chapters starry (thirty-seven)
Although the military blocked the news that Iron Man and Captain America were dead, the tension of the impending storm still swept through the entire New York. Even ordinary people who were kept in the dark and suddenly ignorant looked at the gloomy sky in New York.
I also felt some kind of signal.
In the base of the New Warriors team, Night Thrush was sorting out his weapons, and the Fungus stood next to him, frowning and saying: "Are you really planning to go out? Don't forget, those who attacked us have been looking for traces of us.
.”
The fungus sighed and said: "Last time, I just went out to buy something, and I was targeted by a reporter from the Daily Bugle. My photos were spread widely, and my true identity was revealed. My family, friends and teachers
, all called to inquire, but I couldn’t answer them..."
The bacteria man closed his eyes in pain and said: "I have been having nightmares these past few days, and I believe you are too. If you go out now, not only will the situation not get better, we may receive more
Too many attacks..."
Night Thrush, however, kept wiping his arrows off. He said: "But we have to attack. Don't forget that the original intention of establishing the New Warriors team is not to participate in a TV show. We are not actors for show!"
"Now, Spider-Man is dead, Captain America is absent, and Iron Man is not in New York. The disappearance of these three superheroes has destroyed the confidence of too many people. They feel that they cannot deal with those super criminals."
"We can't count on the police. The police in New York are just ordinary people. Even if they have pretty good firepower, how can they deal with super criminals like Nitrous Man and Cold Heart? That's not what they should do. They don't have that.
ability, there is no such responsibility.”
The Night Thrush looked at the Fungus Man and said, "And we have it, so we must do it."
"If I've learned anything from all of this, it's that no matter what the gossip is about, we can't let it stop us from moving forward."
"If at that time, instead of hiding in the base and shivering, we had continued to do good things to clarify all this, or to practice our skills, maybe Captain America would not have died."
The bacteriaman's clenched fists were trembling, and he said with a trembling tone: "He has been appearing in my dreams. I clearly saw that his last mouth before he died was to let us go quickly. I really...
…”
The fungus man began to tremble all over, and Night Thrush glanced at the other people in the base who were still playing cards, and he said: "This team that I have spent countless efforts to build, maybe it's time to break up."
"During this period, I finally realized that this is not a game, but a bloody battle to the death."
"Behind the videos we have seen of Spider-Man fighting criminals lightly, and his tricks and wisecracks, there is a determination that is unimaginable to us."
"Therefore, we must do this." Night Thrush tightened the arrow shaft in his hand and said, "Take over their responsibilities, complete their unfinished responsibilities, and fight against those evil forces hidden in the dark that ordinary people cannot deal with.
Until every drop of blood is shed.”
The bacterial man's Adam's apple moved and said: "No matter what, I will stay. I hope that I can be worthy of the name of the new warrior, and that I can be worthy of Captain America's act of sacrificing himself to protect us."
Night Thrush looked at the computer screen next to him and said: "Recently, there have been frequent disappearances in New York. I don't think this is a coincidence. I have traced the traces of a group of strange creatures. I suspect that they are vampires."
"Vampires?" The fungus man frowned, and he said: "Didn't they get exterminated in the last battle of the Brooklyn Bridge?...Wait a minute, it seems that a group of vampires escaped, but they haven't been there for so long.
Appeared, why suddenly now..."
"Do you think the death of Spider-Man and Captain America was an accident?" Night Thrush looked at the fungus, who shuddered, but there were some words he didn't dare to say.
Night Thrush said: "Crisis occurred one after another, key figures died one after another, and the evil organization that had already declined reappeared. Can this series of events really be a coincidence?"
"Or is it that some forces that have been hiding in the dark and watching eagerly have finally taken action?" Night Thrush took a deep breath and grabbed the compound bow on the table. He said: "Be prepared. Maybe, another
A big battle is coming."
As his words fell, when the cold wind at night in New York blew through every corner of every street, in a certain alley, a piercing scream cut through the sky like a sharp sword, and when it penetrated the clouds, the moonlight was extremely bright.
.
People discovered that the starry sky above their heads began to twinkle. Perhaps it was not that the stars were flickering, but that some flying creatures were blocking the starlight.
Their jet-black wings and sharp fangs made everyone who saw them scream in surprise.
"vampire!
It's a vampire!
!
"
"Those bats are here again! Quick! Quick! Call the police!
"
"New York! Countless vampires have appeared outside New York! They want to attack the city again!
"
"There's a name going around among them, I hear it, I hear it... he's... Dracula!
Dracula, the ancestor of vampires!
!”
In the New York Police Department, George took his pistol and walked out, saying: "Everyone, get ready, those damn bats are here again!"
When he walked to the street, he looked up at the sky. Countless bats passed by, and shadows flowed across his face.
George's face became extremely heavy, and he whispered: "They are here again... and this time, we have no savior."
"Matt, take the guy and let's go." Eric the Blade Warrior walked into the Avengers' base and said to Matt: "Go meet Dracula. I want to see what he has the ability to dare to invade.
Has living in New York for too long made his brain rusty?"
Matt just put down his mobile phone and said: "I said before, I met a few good young people in Hell's Kitchen. Some of them are mutants with not too strong abilities, and some of them are due to various reasons.
Ordinary people who gain abilities through various accidents.”
"I have taught them for a while before, and now it's time to put them into practice. When Tony was here, he kept preventing me from sending these young people to the battlefield, but we all know that those powerful superheroes cannot always be absent.
, we have to learn to protect ourselves."
Blade turned and walked out, his words echoing in the room: "It's a little late now. Iron Man, Captain America and Spider-Man have protected New York airtight."
"People here have been comfortable for too long and have forgotten how dangerous this world is. Now, it's time for us to pay the price for this."
The moonlight changed again. In a dark prison, in a dimly lit cell, a figure huddled in the corner. Through the small window above, he saw groups of bats passing by.
He lowered his head and looked at his arm. It was clean and white now, without any trace of blood, but he saw blood and fragments of internal organs on it. He had crushed the soul of a real hero.
Speedball, who was wearing prison uniform, couldn't help but tremble. He felt that his spirit was gradually being broken, and illusion and reality could no longer be clearly distinguished.
The iron frame bed next to him began to shake constantly, the iron bars on the window were twisted, and the prison guard had a horrified look on his face.
This young man who could control the kinetic energy field, when he began to think carefully about what his abilities could do, he was already able to do almost everything.
More and more lights came on, more and more people were awakened, and panic began to spread.
In the offices where the generals and politicians are located, everyone is like a dying tree. Now they really know what "misfortunes never come singly" means.
The admiral's fingertips were trembling. He stood up and said: "Quickly mobilize personnel and equipment to protect New York. New York cannot be destroyed..."
"But we have to deal with Schiller first! We only have three days. If we spend it on resisting vampires, then we...then we..."
Everyone knew what he had not finished saying.
Vampires invaded New York, and ordinary people died. The vampires want to come to this conference room, unless they destroy the entire New York.
However, Schiller will not deal with ordinary people, he is here for these people.
Three days is a limited time, and manpower and equipment are also limited. If they are used to deal with vampires and protect ordinary citizens of New York, then they will definitely not have time to find a way to resurrect these superheroes, nor can they deal with Schiller.
When the time comes, they will be the ones who die.
And if they first spend time looking for a way to resurrect superheroes and get Schiller out, they might be able to use the resurrected superheroes to deal with vampires, so maybe they can get the best of both worlds.
The only problem is that when they are looking for a way to resurrect, ordinary people who are almost unarmed will definitely suffer heavy casualties.
Just then, a correspondent came in, saluted, and then said: "Your Excellency, the President is calling."
After speaking, he turned on the speaker of his mobile phone, and the president's voice came from inside. He said: "Repel the vampires and protect New York at all costs."
"I don't care what you are thinking, no matter who you are going to deal with, the choice in your mind now will only make you one step closer to Schiller Rodriguez's butcher knife."
After saying that, the phone was hung up. The general slammed the table hard and said loudly: "What does he know! A damn politician! He only knows votes, votes, votes! Why doesn't he think about it if he can't deal with Xi?"
Oh, it will only make us die faster!"
One of the politicians coughed and said: "Mr. President has always been like this. He needs to be responsible to the people, but when it comes to making decisions, we are more professional. We need to be responsible for the entire country..."
"We must not let that madman brainwash us or kill us, otherwise, the whole country will shut down! My suggestion is, don't take away the manpower to deal with the vampires, and continue with our plan!"
"I agree too!" Another general raised his hand and said: "The plan is already halfway through. We have discovered that the obelisk is constantly sending out some signals. This signal may only point to the Kree. As long as the super can be
Once the heroes are resurrected, we can count on them..."
"We allocate so much funds and weapons to the police every year just for this moment! They should fulfill their duties!" Another person said: "Isn't this why they become police officers?"
"I..." Ross was about to agree, but suddenly felt that all this was a bit unreal.
His goal is always to save the world. If Hulk will destroy the world, then he must stop Hulk. If Schiller will destroy the world, then he must stop Schiller.
Whether he joins the Tartu faction, uses the power of the faction to eliminate mutants, or deals with monsters, he feels that everything he does is for the future of mankind.
But just when he was about to speak, he suddenly realized that it was really difficult to say that sentence. The words "giving up ordinary people" were so short, yet so long.
Ross took a deep breath and chose silence, but the atmosphere in the entire office had already begun to become heated.
"We are responsible for the entire country, and reasonable sacrifices are necessary! We are for the future of mankind!"
"The president doesn't understand at all. He is just for public opinion and votes. If he allocates his power to protect ordinary people now, he will be one step closer to Schiller's butcher knife!"
"We have always used our foresight and wisdom to pave the way for this country. We have made countless correct decisions, and this time is the same..."
"Issue an order to let all agents continue to carry out the plan, and the military should not move yet, so as to avoid insufficient strength when facing Schiller after the plan fails..."
"Stop him! For the future of mankind!"
"For the future of mankind..."
The old general Davis, who had already walked out of the room, turned to look at the moonlight outside the corridor window.
At this time, the dark clouds dispersed, the moonlight was particularly bright, and the Milky Way star screen was particularly brilliant.
His old voice echoed in the corridor, like a train that had reached its final destination. The carriages and wheels were rusty, but the tremors from the previous era had not stopped.
"It wasn't until now that I discovered that perhaps those who have missed you are the ones who truly care about the future of mankind."