Chapter 98

"It’s not dangerous."

Ye Li raised his hand to straighten his clothes; the golden gemstone on his bracelet was very beautiful. "The main force of the Chitauri is being held back near Stark Tower; there are only scattered squads in other parts of New York, so there’s no problem."

A few dozen minutes ago.

Stark Tower.

*Wuen*—~—*Bang*!~!!

Stark tried to destroy the device opening the cosmic portal, but the energy of the Tesseract’s protective shield directly bounced him away.

Jarvis: [Sir, that is composed of pure energy and cannot be penetrated.]

"Right, I discovered that."

Unable to stop the Tesseract from opening the portal.

Tony returned inside Stark Tower, wanting to change out of his battle-damaged Mark suit.

As a result—

Just as he took off the damaged suit, he was caught by Loki, who had escaped from the Helicarrier...

"You will never sit on the throne; there is no possibility that will make you succeed."

The two bickered for a while, naturally not seeing eye to eye.

"Maybe your army will come, and we won't be able to beat them, but we will all come to find you."

Tony held his glass and parried with Loki. "If Earth falls, we will definitely come to find you for revenge."

"If you turn against your friends."

"They won't have time to find me!"

Loki walked toward Tony viciously, picked up the neutered version of the Mind Scepter, and pointed it at his chest—

—*Ding*~

The spear tip hit the arc reactor, making a crisp metallic collision sound.

"Hmm?"

Seeing Tony didn't react, Loki refused to believe it and pointed again—*Ding*~

"......"

Loki was very puzzled and a bit awkward. "I’ve never missed before?"

Tony chimed in at the right time, "It’s hard to avoid an off-day; alright, don't be so self-critical, who hasn't..."

*Bang!*

Loki grabbed his neck directly and pressed him onto the table.

The photos on the table were all knocked over.

"Photos?"

Loki pressed Tony down with one hand and picked up a photo of Pepper with the other, sneering. "Your lover? You won't be seeing her soon."

"Uh....."

Tony tried to struggle, but how could a mortal’s physique resist a Frost Giant.

"What is this?"

At this moment, Loki’s attention was drawn to a damaged and restored painting on the table—

It was Ye Li’s "Battle of New York."

[Is this the scene of the Chitauri legion’s invasion?]

Loki was stunned for a moment.

Because the Chitauri hadn't arrived yet, and looking at the appearance of this painting, it seemed to have been completed a long time ago...

Confident in his high intelligence, for a moment, he felt he smelled a hint of conspiracy...

To put it simply, he became suspicious.

And the hand he was using to choke Tony unconsciously loosened a bit...

Tony took this opportunity and shouted quickly.

"Jarvis! What are you waiting for!!"

*Bang*—!!

The activated Mark 7 armor ejected instantly!—

*Clang*!!

The gold-red coffin directly knocked Loki away, and then began to disassemble and put itself onto Tony.

Tony flexed his new armor. "Great!"

Subsequently.

He glanced at the "Battle of New York" on the table and sighed, "I was actually saved by a painting once..."

On the roof of a high-rise building.

The hem of his casual clothes was blown by the wind.

Ye Li stood casually on the edge of the railing with his hands in his pockets, closing his eyes to feel something...

*Whoosh*—! A Chitauri soldier riding an interstellar motorcycle stopped not far in front of Ye Li.

*Click!*

Seeing this person standing there so openly, the Chitauri soldier took off the ray gun from his back and aimed it at him, intending to fire.

Ye Li didn't even open his eyes.

He raised his right hand.

Blocking the direction of the ray—

The black combat suit appeared like liquid... but it only wrapped around the palm part and then stopped.

*Biu!*

*Bang!*

After blocking the ray.

The black palm clenched—

*Crackle... La... La....*

The Chitauri soldier, along with its gun and vehicle, was twisted into a ball and fell from the sky.

*Clang!*

Hearing the sound of the object hitting the ground.

Ye Li still kept his eyes closed, sensing; the Chitauri were not his target...

[Still hasn't appeared...]

[Is the Ancient One playing with me...]

"Fast! Fast! Fast!"

Several police cars stopped on the street with sirens wailing.

George got out of the car with a group of police officers.

He looked at the Chitauri rampaging between the buildings, gritted his teeth, drew his pistol, and fired into the sky—

*Bang!*

"Fire! Cover the civilians as they retreat!"

"Uh...."

The police officers looked at each other, looking at the ray guns in the Chitauri’s hands, and then glancing at the small pistols in their own hands...

"Chief, the National Guard will take another hour to arrive, and we don't know if the military even knows about the situation here; maybe... we should wait for a bit..."

"I said—"

George’s expression was unpleasant, and he ordered again with emphasis: "Open fire!"

*Bang! Bang bang! Bang! Bang bang!*

The officers hid behind their police cars and fired at the aliens, but with little effect...

After all, it was too difficult to hit the fast-flying Chitauri with pistols, and there were no such sharpshooters in the police station.

Or rather.

If there were such sharpshooters.

They definitely wouldn't still be in the police station but would have been drafted into an organization like S.H.I.E.L.D.

*Biubiubiu*—!!

Several Chitauri soldiers noticed these police officers, and blue rays poured down—

*Biu!*

"Get down!"

George pushed down an officer next to him, and the others all lay flat simultaneously.

*Bang! Bang! Bang!*

The rays shattered the concrete road, splashing concrete dust.

The officers huddled, not daring to show their heads; it was truly too much to ask the police station to handle an alien invasion.

Fortunately, at this moment.

*Gu*—!

A Quinjet transport fighter arrived.

Captain America, Black Widow, Mockingbird (Barbara wearing a mask), and Hawkeye, who had recovered his sanity, joined the battlefield—

*Whoosh*—! *Whoosh*—! (Barton)

*Bang*—! *Bang*—! (Seeing Seeing Natasha)

*Clang*—! *Clang*—! (Steve)

"This is really bad."

Barbara combined her two short sticks, twisted her slender waist, and the long stick swept toward a Chitauri soldier that had jumped down to attack—

*Bang!*

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