Marvel's whitewashing cop, you want me to save the world?

Chapter 164 The Battle of New York Part 5

Just as Steve was about to ask a question, Li En raised his hand before he could finish speaking.

He gave a thumbs-up and pointed to a homeless man who had just been splashed with flames and was now standing on the roadside in a daze: "Did you see that?"

Steve turned his head and saw the flame slide off the back of the homeless man's hand.

There wasn't even a red mark left on the other person's skin; only their fingers were still trembling slightly.

The homeless man looked down at his hands, then looked up again.

He glanced at the flames that were still spreading in the sky.

The fear in his eyes was gradually being covered by a deeper confusion and curiosity.

"See that?" Li En withdrew his thumb, his tone indifferent.

Frank imposed restrictions on his flames this time.

Even if someone who doesn't deserve to die encounters it, they won't lose a single hair.

But those who have committed heinous crimes such as rape or murder will be burned to ashes if they encounter it.

Moreover, this fire burns the soul along with the body; those who are burned don't even have a chance to negotiate in hell.

After hearing this explanation, Steve fell silent.

He looked at the civilians on the street who were squatting on the ground, checking whether they were really unharmed.

He glanced again at the few remaining traces that stood out from the rest of the world, now just a wisp of ashes dissipating in the wind. His lips moved, but he couldn't utter a single word.

The flames burned in the air above the street for more than ten seconds before suddenly receding.

All the flames seemed to be rewound at the same instant.

The scorching inferno that engulfed the entire street rapidly contracted back to the original point at the center of the explosion, finally extinguishing in mid-air with a soft "poof".

Immediately afterward, Frank's figure plummeted straight down from mid-air, crashing with a thud onto the asphalt pavement in the center of the intersection.

He had shed his Ghost Rider form and returned to his human appearance, with wisps of smoke still clinging to his suit.

His face was as pale as if he had just been pulled out of ice water, and his lips were completely bloodless.

But the corners of his mouth were turned up, a kind of deep, unbridled satisfaction.

His eyes were closed, and his breathing was steady and slow; he looked as if he were asleep.

But the veins on his forehead were still throbbing rhythmically, like someone was drumming inside.

Li En quickly stepped forward, squatted down, and checked Frank's carotid artery.

It's still jumping, jumping with great energy.

He waved and shouted to the Hellsword First Squad members who had been waiting nearby, "Come here! Take him to a safe place, lay him down, and monitor his heartbeat. Contact Baron immediately if there are any abnormalities. As long as he's not dead, that's fine."

A team member dressed in black and white Mark armor immediately rushed over and swiftly lifted Frank off the ground.

The thrusters ignited, and the plane flew toward the medical room at the Umbrella School.

After Frank's attack, the entire Chitauri aircraft formation over Manhattan was almost completely wiped out in one fell swoop.

At the exit of the spatial passage in the sky, a rare vacuum moment actually appeared.

No new aircraft emerged, and no new Leviathans poked their heads out.

Even the remaining Zeta Swiss soldiers circling high in the sky hesitated.

Their flight paths became scattered and aimless, as if they had suddenly lost clear instructions from the chain of command.

Even the warships hovering silently in space outside the sky stopped deploying their subsequent troops at that moment.

They are clearly considering whether to continue sending troops to this seemingly cursed planet.

Then a familiar roar came from the side.

Hulk is frantically pounding his body.

Frank's flames landed on him quite a bit; the dark red flames clung to his green skin, neither extinguishing nor spreading, just dancing quietly.

Hulk slapped his chest, and the flames leaked through his fingers, fell to the ground, and went out.

But there's still some on his back, some on his shoulders, and a small tuft on the top of his head that he can't reach.

He spun around in place several times, like a dog chasing its own tail, and finally, in a fit of anger, punched a car that had overturned next to him, smashing the car body into a V-shape.

Li En shouted at Hulk, his voice not loud but extremely penetrating: "Hulk! Stop filming! Those flames on your body look so cool!"

You look like a war god just crawled out of hell! Go and smash those guys to pieces, smash them on fire!

Hulk suddenly turned his head, his green eyes staring straight at Lee En.

He looked down at his right hand, which was still covered with several clusters of flames, then raised his left hand and opened his palm.

The flames danced silently in his palms, reflected in his pupils.

Hulk grinned.

He pushed off the ground with both feet at the same time, and with a loud bang, the ground where he landed collapsed several meters down.

He transformed into a green cannonball engulfed in flames and launched himself toward another street that was still smoldering.

As soon as he landed, a Chitauri soldier flew out from around the corner. Hulk threw a punch, but before his fist even arrived, the hellfire on his arm licked the soldier first.

The moment the Zeta Swiss soldier's body came into contact with the flames, it instantly turned into a cloud of exploding grayish-white powder.

Its aircraft was also burned to ashes.

This scene prompted several citizens who were squatting behind an overturned pickup truck, peering out, to let out suppressed sighs of disappointment.

They originally planned to follow Hulk while he fought monsters and pick up some scraps, but who knew that the aliens Hulk touched were completely gone.

How much will Umbrella pay to recover these alien corpses and equipment?

Nobody knows the exact number, but anyone with a brain knows it can't be a small amount.

Even if you can't find a complete one, picking up a few pieces of armor or a few energy magazines can at least get you a meal.

But now, all that's left of Hulk is a pile of dust wherever he goes.

At the entrance of the hamburger shop, Steve put away his shield, walked up to Lee, and looked extremely serious.

He didn't beat around the bush and went straight to the point: "Is there really no way to shut down that passage immediately? I don't believe you didn't have a backup plan."

Li En did not answer directly.

He looked up at the blue spatial rift in the sky that was still slowly rotating.

Outside the rift, several Chitauri warships still hovered in space.

The energy conduits on the ship's hull flickered against the dark backdrop of space, as if exchanging some kind of information with each other.

They were still hesitating, still observing, and still sending sporadic aircraft and Leviathans into the passage.

But they never managed to bring in any of their main warships.