Next, the air-space carrier commanded by Pierce flew towards New York. Although the leader said there was no need to participate in the war, they could help with some rescue operations.
Otherwise, if the boss is busy there and you're just watching, how can you expect to get by?
New York City residents watched in horror at the giant hole in the sky.
Small flying vehicles, like locusts, gushed out like a waterfall, spreading out in mid-air.
Then, several Leviathan warships, like long worms, appeared from the wormhole, swaying in the air, and dropping a large number of mechanical soldiers from their bodies.
The mechanical soldiers, armed with energy rifles, began indiscriminate attacks.
"Run!"
"Are aliens invading?"
"Ahhh, my leg! Help me, my leg is trapped."
Explosions, fire, screams, and rising black smoke formed a tragic scene.
Giggle, giggle.
The Chitauri soldiers let out strange laughs, rampaging through the streets of New York.
"Anna, run!"
In a pile of rubble, Kelly, half-buried by a wall, watched the mechanical soldiers approaching.
"No, Mom, let's go together."
The little girl, only about 12 years old, desperately pulled at the rubble on her mother's body.
She wasn't unaware of the danger.
She just didn't want to lose her mother.
"Why do you never listen? Skipping school, making a mess of the house, chasing the bodyguards away."
Kelly's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at the mechanical soldier behind her daughter, less than ten meters away, already raising his gun towards them.
"Because I want your company, I want to eat your cooking, I want you to come to school to see me dance, not just a bunch of money~"
Anna strenuously moved the heavy stone slab.
"Anyone, please save my Anna!"
Kelly closed her eyes in despair, unable to bear watching her daughter's Death.
After waiting for a moment, she didn't hear a body fall to the ground.
"Relax, I'll get you out right away."
A strange voice suddenly sounded.
Kelly opened her eyes to see a man in a black jacket and glasses crouching in front of her, lifting the heavy wall with one hand.
The alien behind her daughter had turned into an ice sculpture?
"Mom, your legs!"
Anna looked at her bloody and mangled legs, unable to stop crying.
"It's fine, no broken bones."
The man took out medicine from a small pouch on his waist and injected it into both legs. The wounds healed at a visible speed.
"All right, you two go in that direction, there's a shelter there, they'll protect your safety."
After speaking, he was about to head to the next battlefield.
"Wait, can you take us there? There are aliens popping up anywhere here, I can pay you, and for the medicine too, please!"
Kelly pleaded, holding her daughter.
"I've already cleared all the aliens in this area, and someone will come to clean up the battlefield later. The shelter is only 500 meters from here, trust me, you won't encounter any more danger."
The man showed a gentle smile.
"Big brother, what's your name!"
Kelly called out to the man again.
"I'm a Mutant, codenamed Iceman!"
A pair of ice crystal wings extended from Iceman's back. With a powerful flap, he flew towards the Chitauri army, followed closely by a spherical device with a camera.
"Mutants are so cool! Mom, I want him to be my bodyguard!"
Kelly's eyes lit up.
"Kelly, do you mind having a Mutant stepfather?"
They both thought of the same thing.
...
In a residential area, a silver figure moved back and forth, smashing the Chitauri soldiers in front of him to pieces.
"The aliens here have been cleared. New York City residents, please go to the nearest shelter, the ones with red lights."
"Wait, please tell us your name!"
"Quicksilver!"
...
It was the same in other parts of New York.
On one street, Chitauri flying soldiers in the sky were unleashing firepower onto the street.
Suddenly, they seemed to be controlled by a mysterious force, turning their directions and colliding violently with each other, exploding into several huge Fireballs in the air.
The New York City residents, who had fallen to the ground, stared dumbfounded at the goddess in a White gown in front of them.
The goddess elegantly turned around, her red lips slightly curved, revealing a captivating smile.
Her casual standing posture exuded a lazy and charming beauty.
A spherical device flew around her.
"Is anyone injured? I have healing medicine here."
"Me, beautiful lady, may I invite you to dinner?"
"Me too, may I invite you to a family banquet?"
"My goddess, please let me know your name!"
The gentlemen who had just walked through life and Death, even though they were covered in dust, now only wanted to talk to the goddess in front of them for a few moments.
"I'm sorry, I still have to go to the next battlefield to save people, and I'm already married."
The goddess smiled gently, politely declining.
Crack! The gentlemen in front of her instantly turned to stone upon hearing this.
The goddess was actually married!
However, some people still wouldn't give up.
"It doesn't matter if you're married, can you tell me your name?"
"You'll know my name when this war is over, but I can tell you my codename.
Mutant, White Queen."
After speaking, White Queen rushed to the next target.
"Aren't Mutants a bunch of monsters?"
The person who just said that was punched down by a gentleman.
"William, why are you insulting my savior and goddess?"
"Exactly, you damn bastard!"
"Sorry, I was wrong."
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"Kid, don't just stand there, run that way with your pet dog, understand?"
"A game console? That thing... well, it's a gift from my deceased mother, wait."
"Name? Mutant, codenamed Wolverine!"
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"alien scum, look here!"
"You're welcome, name?"
"Mutant, codenamed Pyro"
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"Mutant, codenamed Nightcrawler."
"Mutant, codenamed Red Tank."
"Mutant, codenamed Duplication People."
"Mutant, codenamed Psylocke."
"Mutant, codenamed Storm."
...
Such voices echoed throughout New York. Although it was dangerous and tiring, every Mutant showed a heartfelt smile.
They could openly acknowledge their identity.
Although aliens continued to pour into the city, they were also constantly being eliminated.
On the internet, news of these Mutant rescue operations spread at an astonishing speed.
"Wolverine is so manly, willing to risk it again for a game console!"
"Quicksilver is so strong, he's already saved thousands of people."
"Red Tank is the strongest, he's indestructible!"
"How can I become a Mutant? I want superpowers too?"
"I heard joining the Demon Group gives you a chance to gain superpowers."
"White Queen is so beautiful, who knows who her husband is? I'm going to assassinate him!"
"I know, it's Wolverine, the address is..., go for it, brother, I support you!"
"..."
Of course, the internet was not all praise; there were also some malicious comments, such as questioning whether Mutants had a conspiracy or were just putting on a show.
However, these negative comments couldn't even be posted. Even if one or two occasionally appeared, they would disappear without a trace the next second.
Charles and Eric excitedly watched these comments. In just ten minutes, so many people supported Mutants, which gave them hope for Mutants and humans to coexist harmoniously.