Chapter 377 Chaos in New York, substitute
Lies are full of lies.
The Skrulls lacked the funds to complete their great deeds.
If it's just life, then are the Skrulls really not able to survive in this world?
Of course not, what the Skrulls want is status and wealth.
They don’t want mediocrity, but superiority.
This is the reason why they want to cause trouble.
It's a pity that in the age of superheroes, there are people who can kill them all.
They didn't dare to be too blatant.
Instead, they want to quietly accumulate strength and capital.
Unfortunately, they were met with lies.
A man who talks about exterminating superheroes.
Naturally, he would not let the Skrulls just buy those black market weapons with peace of mind, but would use this group of greedy aliens to cause trouble.
Even though he is not the one standing in the front, most Skrulls don't even know that lies exist.
But as long as we deal with the few people who make the decisions, it will be fine.
"What a wonderful speech." Lie clapped his hands and said with a smile, "'Hometown' is really a good excuse."
The Skrull in the suit from before looked at him, "You need to figure out who you are, Lie."
The suit Skrull threatened: "I still have your key."
"If that thing gets damaged, you're going to die."
Seemingly unconcerned with the threat, Liang spread his hands and said, "Okay, although you are right about invading other people's 'hometown', I still have to go along with you."
"Enough people have purchased that batch of weapons, and they are all waiting for an opportunity to use them."
Lie opened his gray eyes and said, "It's time to make this city lively."
The ambition in the eyes of the Skrull in suit could hardly be hidden.
They originally escaped after their hometown was destroyed by the Cree.
I don’t know what kind of brain circuit Nick Fury has to think that people of a certain ethnic group will be indifferent to the world.
On the contrary, the Skrulls are not insular.
Their ability is to imitate others, from their bodies to their memories.
Such a race with the ability to transform obviously has the necessary living conditions to be derived.
Invasion.
This is the best way to use this ability.
Invading a country silently, using assassination and substitution to replace important figures.
The government was not told and no backup plan was left.
Nick Fury believed in the aliens he saved.
Maybe this is arrogance that even Fury doesn't know about.
He arrogantly believed that the Skrulls were weak, but in fact, they were not weak.
Ambition is enough to change a person, and one person can influence a group.
For this group of Skrulls who are influenced by ambition, the so-called hometown is just an excuse.
In fact, they have become blinded by life in this world.
The accumulated wealth will be spent again, kidnapping a rich man and replacing his identity.
This is what they want to do from the bottom of their hearts.
And now, that rich man's name is New York.
The Skrulls want to take over its identity and transform the land.
Originally this wouldn't have happened so quickly.
But Lie used his weakness in exchange for ever-expanding ambitions, which resulted in this result.
Those who are pretentious never trust others easily.
They will only believe in themselves.
Then, lies give them a way to believe in themselves.
A casual disguise made him think he had caught his own flaw.
What a stupid and ridiculous act.
Lie lowered his head so that no one could see the sarcasm on his lips.
As a chess piece, it's quite useful.
Just a bunch of aliens.
Death might be a good outcome.
Superhero lies are not welcome, and these guys are not welcome either.
But, it's still good to use it to deal with superheroes.
The Skrulls are passionate about realizing their great plans.
And a little bird was flying outside and chirping.
The little bird turned around and flew outside. No one would care about such a little guy.
Except Basil, who was being carried by John's feet.
"You seem to have gained some weight."
John touched his chin and weighed Basil.
Basil pulled out dissatisfiedly, flew up and thought about it, but still didn't fight back like he beat Peter.
John didn't care, he didn't expect that Basil conquered all the owls in New York.
And he also found a long-term meal ticket for himself.
Basil flew to Riddle and landed next to him. Riddle tilted his head and looked at Basil.
"Well, I should thank that kid for feeding you so well."
John shrugged, "But I heard you often run to school?"
Basil nodded, and he was trying to match his meal ticket.
John was helpless, "So the owl who beat the students was also you?"
Basil continued to nod confidently.
Well, Miss Owl never fails anyone.
John looked at Basil, not knowing what to say.
This little temper never changes.
"At least you brought good news."
John looked at the sparrows chirping next to Basil, took out a bag of dried fish from the table and handed it over.
Basil intercepted the dried fish with one claw and, as John watched, broke the dried fish into two pieces.
The big piece was made by the middleman Basil, and the small piece made the sparrow leave happily.
John: "..." The most evil middleman.
Peter can't understand the birds' language, but John can understand their emotions through psychic magic.
A red dot lights up on the phone.
"Sir, there was a bank robbery in New York. A bomb was detonated in the bank vault, causing chaos in the entire neighborhood."
"Black market weapons are showing up in the hands of robbers."
The New York Police Department quickly dispatched.
As soon as they came out, they were hit by gravity guns, and the police car was instantly deflated.
The police officer who did not come out was squeezed out of his body.
The horrific scene made people scream.
Those criminals became even more arrogant and used these weapons to suppress them.
And in this case.
The Skrulls are moving quietly.
They sneaked into the homes of influential people, kidnapped them, and disguised themselves as them to steal the money.
As the Stands grow older, those will become derailed from society, and the Skrulls will become real.
Other Skrulls are even bolder.
They set their sights on the Damage Control Bureau, which Stark and the government jointly control.
It contains a lot of Chitauri technology and Iron Man's weapons.
Peter put on his original suit, well, the one called Pajama Baby.
Without the suit, he is still Spider-Man.
Peter joins the fight to protect New York.
The New York Police Department is in dire straits.
The director cursed: "Damn it, why do those drug addicts also have those weapons and want to rob the drugstore?"
The weapons used to deal with wizards have all become sharp weapons for dealing with ordinary people.
The firepower of the police department is simply not enough.
The police hotline has been overwhelmed.
People who were not originally involved in today's action all showed up when they saw the commotion.
Robbery is pretty good, but some extreme ones start killing people directly with weapons.
The police were also targeted.
New York has almost become a crime city.
Underground forces fight rival forces, gangsters rob banks, and drug addicts rob pharmacies.
All hell breaks loose.
"The bank matter has been resolved."
"what?"
"It's Spider-Man, awesome!"
A bank robbery officer contacted the police department.
The director clenched his fists in celebration.
This was not over yet, Peter began to work intensively.
He chases those criminals to stop them.
Once you know your weapon's weakness, you just need to find ways to overload it.
He fires electric shock webs that cause the weapon to malfunction.
Without weapons, those criminals are just a bunch of helpless lambs.
Peter followed the crime line and quickly analyzed it in his mind.
He held a radio and was reporting on the New York news.
When he heard there was a problem, he rushed there immediately.
Surprisingly, Hell's Kitchen, which was supposed to be the most chaotic, is now surprisingly quiet.
On the empty street, one red and one blue are there.
Night demon, night ghost.
Those weapons were also destroyed by them.
Matt fulfills his promise to protect Hell's Kitchen.
He is the patron saint of Hell's Kitchen.
Dax wiped the blood from the blade.
The phone rings.
Matt picked up the phone and it was Ivan over there.
Ivan only said one sentence.
"He is back."
Matt's lips curled up, "What do you want us to do?"
"Go to each area and be on standby." Holding a toothpick in his mouth, Ivan adjusted his Fifth Generation Fighter and walked in.
The armor combination made a mechanical sound that no man could refuse.
After closing the visor, Ivan unplugged the wire from behind and said, "Don't let that guy get away."
"This is the first operation of the Second Alliance."
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