Chapter 7: Manhattan Main Battlefield and Queens Branch Battlefield
Hawk finally suppressed the Fire in his heart and chose not to join the fun at the Manhattan main battlefield.
The Leviathan beast, a Chitauri bio-warfare fortress, roared out of the spatial portal, its sprawling body immense, covered in a thick layer of heavy alloy armor.
Setting aside whether he could defeat the Leviathan beast, just in terms of size, it was like heaven and Earth.
Furthermore.
If he had a saint cloth, Hawk might have run to the main battlefield to join the fun.
But for now, he decided against it.
Anyway, there were also Chitauri soldiers in Queens, resembling a locust plague, so there was no need to run to Manhattan.
That was the battlefield of the original Avengers, not his.
He had become stronger.
But only stronger.
The awakening of the Little Universe was just a beginning, a starting point.
It was not the end, nor the final destination.
So...
Hawk went nowhere, nor did he choose to attack proactively; instead, he squatted by his doorstep, waiting like a hunter for the Chitauri soldiers rampaging nearby to receive the death messages of their comrades and walk into his trap when they came to reinforce.
This was much easier than actively seeking them out.
After all, Chitauri soldiers could fly, but he could not.
The most important point was.
The apartment block he was in was a slum.
What is a slum?
Let's put it this way.
It would take at least half an hour for an ambulance to reach their block from the moment the call was received, whereas in Manhattan's wealthy areas, it would take only three minutes at the fastest.
The same applied to surveillance.
If a trash can in an alley in a wealthy neighborhood had a dedicated surveillance camera pointed at it, then the main roads in the slums had no surveillance cameras at all.
Even if there were, they wouldn't last until the next day; they would be removed and sold for money by a few young black kids that very night.
Soon.
Standing in the Shadow corner, Hawk saw two Chitauri soldiers, who had received their comrades' death messages, flying by in their aircraft from not far away.
Hawk's eyes lit up.
Two minutes later.
“Thud!”
“Thud!”
On the ruins of the apartment building, two more bodies were added next to the two ugly corpses that Hawk had neatly arranged earlier, as if fearing the Chitauri soldiers wouldn't see them.
And upon sensing the death of their pilots, the two equally ugly aircraft automatically turned and flew in one direction.
Watching this, Hawk silently retreated back into the Shadow corner.
One minute later.
Detecting a surge in Chitauri soldier deaths in Queens, a signal was sent down from the Chitauri warship inside the wormhole above Manhattan.
The next moment.
Several Chitauri soldiers, who had been unleashing their full firepower nearby, cackling and roaring, wantonly destroying buildings and vehicles and slaughtering Earthlings, turned around in unison.
After receiving the signal, they quickly converged towards the roars that had just echoed over Jackson Heights.
They had received orders to go there and fight.
The Chitauri soldiers roared, gathering behind their leader, and then, led by a Captain who was taller and stronger than the other Chitauri soldiers, and whose aircraft even looked more menacing than theirs, they arrived above the block.
Instantly.
They saw the four mangled corpses of their comrades, neatly arranged and lying flat, on the apartment ruins.
“Squeak squeak squeak!”
“Hiss hiss hiss.”
The moment they saw their comrades' bodies, the Chitauri Captain and the six Chitauri soldiers seemed to freeze in place.
The next second.
They seemed to recover, as if having received new orders, and their aircraft started up again.
In the blink of an eye, the Chitauri Captain and the six Chitauri soldiers quickly spread out, then formed a circle around the street below, and then, with snake-like eyes devoid of any emotion or hesitation, they pulled the triggers of their aircraft’s energy cannons.
Like cold biological weapons.
In an instant.
Energy blasts covered the sky and Earth, like an inescapable net, launching a blanket bombardment on the street below.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Buildings in the block exploded, roads cracked, and vehicles on the street continuously exploded and caught Fire.
The Chitauri soldiers, circling the block and firing in unison from the sky, were expressionless, like machines, their claws gripping the triggers without loosening, until the entire block was bombed into a cloud of smoke and dust, until all their aircraft's energy blasts were depleted, and until the Chitauri Captain was the first to stop, only then did they, like precise machines, release their trigger-pressing claws.
At this moment, the entire block had completely turned into ruins.
Old apartment buildings continuously crumbling.
Vehicles still burning, with explosions occasionally heard.
Right now, this place looked more like Iraq after a war than Iraq itself.
The Chitauri Captain, sitting on his aircraft, his large green bean-like eyes, which were also bigger than others, once again scanned the seemingly quiet and deserted block, then withdrew his gaze, received the latest orders, and prepared to withdraw from here.
Under such powerful, overwhelming attacks from their Chitauri soldiers, no life could possibly survive.
Especially these low-level life forms on Earth who couldn't even leave their own Planet.
So...
The Chitauri alien mothership, which had been controlling and issuing commands from the wormhole, conveyed the latest orders to the Chitauri Captain through the Chitauri soldiers' vision.
As the Chitauri Captain turned, the six Chitauri soldiers also turned their aircraft.
But just as the six Chitauri soldiers were successively turning, suddenly, the body of one of their comrades, who was riding an aircraft, arched backward as if a cooked shrimp, but in reverse, and with a squelch, his armor-covered chest instantly exploded.
The next second.
One, two, three, four, five.
The remaining five Chitauri soldiers had not even had time to react before they followed in the footsteps of the Chitauri soldier who had just died.
The moment they turned their backs to the block, their chests exploded in response, tearing open a fist-sized hole.
Their chests were ripped from back to front, looking as if someone had punched straight through their chests from behind.
Almost at the very moment the chests of the six Chitauri soldiers exploded, six thunderous punch sounds finally erupted!
“Boom, boom, boom!”
“Boom, boom, boom!”
The Chitauri Captain, who had instantly turned on his aircraft as his six teammates' chests exploded, heard the booming sounds in his ears, mechanically raised his head, and directly leaped to the right, jumping off the aircraft without any hesitation.
The next moment.
His exclusive aircraft, which looked more menacing than the others, seemed to have been hit by something, and exploded in the air.
Boom!
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