Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit.

Chapter 172 Gwen Stacy's Adoration (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

A high-rise apartment building on Manhattan's Upper West Side, with the sound of keys turning.

Having worked a long night and a long day, George Stacy went home, changed into slippers in the entryway, and came inside.

He then took off his police uniform jacket and hung it on the coat rack at the entrance of the living room.

The living room was brightly lit at the moment.

His wife Helen and daughter Gwen were sitting on the living room sofa watching the news on TV.

"The government has not yet given a clear answer regarding the sudden disaster last night."

"According to current statistics, a total of 338 people have died and more than 70,000 have been injured, with estimated losses exceeding 10 million."

$100 million.

"Renowned billionaire Tony Stark established a disaster relief foundation, leading major oligarchs to invest in and provide relief to affected residents after assessing their assets."

The serious voice of a news anchor came from the television.

When Helen and Gwen saw Stacy return, they both stood up, and Helen poured her husband a glass of water.

"Dad, you've had a long day, sit down and rest."

The sweet little girl Gwen pulled her father George to sit down. Seeing her father's tired face, she gently walked to the back of the sofa and reached out to massage her father's temples.

Feeling the warmth of family, George felt his fatigue disappear.

He took the water glass from his wife Helen, took a sip, and then, watching the television screen pan across the vast ruins of Manhattan, couldn't help but sigh.

"It's a disaster."

"Yes, what exactly are those things?" Helen was a middle-aged woman. Although you could see wrinkles around her eyes, you could tell from her features that she must have been a great beauty when she was young.

The daughter, Gwen, is young and fair-skinned with delicate features, clearly inheriting her mother's good genes.

Helen was very concerned about this issue.

The whole family lives in Manhattan.

The sudden disaster yesterday terrified the mother and daughter.

They were shopping outside when the monsters suddenly appeared and attacked them, their daughter, and other customers.

In despair, the burly, power-armored warrior stood in front of them all, wielding a greatsword and slaying the monsters one by one.

Then several more soldiers dressed in the same manner arrived and protected them.

With the help of the police, they guided the group of civilians to an open space.

At the time, they didn't understand why, until they saw the group of monsters unleash a beam of energy that pierced through an apartment building.

Fortunately, the whole family survived, and the house was undamaged.

At least they don't have to live in makeshift camps like those homeless residents.

Helen and her daughter Gwen still feel lingering fear even now.

They were also filled with gratitude towards the mysterious warriors who saved them.

"I don't know. The monsters' corpses are all gone, not even a drop of blood was left," George said in a low voice after a moment of silence.

"How could this happen?"

Upon hearing this, both mother and daughter were stunned, and Gwen's massaging hands paused for a moment.

"We suspect it was done by those mysterious people, and many people are very unhappy about it."

George frowned.

It wasn't aimed at those mysterious warriors, but rather at the higher-ups.

He was very dissatisfied with the attitude of those guys.

The disaster relief efforts in Manhattan have been very slow in terms of both policy and action, leaving many people homeless as a result of the war.

Countless people need help.

But those people were still concerned about the so-called monster corpse.

Therefore, a large-scale search was launched along the route, and even the NYPD received orders in this regard.

George said those people were very unhappy, but actually they weren't just unhappy; they were angry and greedy, which made him feel nauseous.

"A bunch of parasites, they are heroes, they saved us all."

The hot-blooded young Gwen couldn't help but start cursing.

She now greatly admires those mysterious and powerful warriors, believing them to be hidden guardians.

In fact, it's not just her; many people around the world think this way.

A day and a night have passed, and the impact of the Manhattan incident has long since spread globally.

This has attracted the attention of people all over the world.

This matter has remained a hot topic online, with everyone discussing it.

Of course, we won't go into the details of some people taking this opportunity to spread panic and promote their beliefs.

Gwen is the person involved.

She witnessed with her own eyes that those warriors stood in front of her, her mother, and everyone else at the time, facing the dense horde of monsters without retreating a single step.

"Yeah, a lot of people within our organization are very dissatisfied."

George did not stop his daughter; on the contrary, he agreed.

A bunch of damned, greedy parasites should die at the hands of those monsters.

However, the idea was fleeting.

"Public opinion on this matter has already escalated and can no longer be suppressed. I've heard that things have fallen apart within the government, with all sorts of opinions and arguments pointing the finger at them."

"So what's the current explanation?"

Helen didn't care about the trash; she cared more about the outcome.

"There's no explanation, and even if there were, I wouldn't know," George shook his head.

However, he knew very well that no matter what the story was, some people would definitely set their sights on those mysterious warriors.

After all, no one wouldn't covet that kind of power.

If they are human, why are they so powerful? And the power armor they wear, and the energy weapons they use, are all things that would arouse covetousness.

Just as George had thought.

Multiple forces, regardless of country or organization, are trying to contact and find Astartes and the Raven.

Especially in the United States.

They didn't seem to care much about what the monsters invading Manhattan actually were.

It's worth noting that over a thousand heavily armored warriors, capable of flying and escaping through the air, and able to cause massive destruction with a single punch or kick, are enough to prove that such warriors can be mass-produced.

The significance of this is extremely important.

Everyone longs to have this method.

At the same time, we are on high alert.

Be wary of the organization behind Astartes and the Ravens; with such a powerful army, they pose a great threat.

Online, various comments and discussions have completely exploded.

Each captured image and video, once uploaded to the internet, garners a huge number of views and generates considerable discussion.

Many of the scenes depicted are considered world-famous paintings and have been regarded as classics by countless people.

For example, one of the photos shows three Astartes wearing power armor in Times Square.

Under the dim streetlights, at the wide, deserted crossroads, three warriors stood shoulder to shoulder, less than five meters apart, holding battle axes and longswords.

There were many collapsed buildings, wrecked cars, blood flowing everywhere, and piles of demon corpses.

Under the illumination of the lights, this scene perfectly captures the silence, solemnity, power, and holiness of Astartes.