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

Chapter 147 The universe is vast, the earth is small

Manhattan Police Department, Chief's Office.

Brock hadn't slept for nine days and nine nights.

Fortunately, Li En gave him the second type of Dragon Blood Potion a few days ago, so his body could still handle it.

He put down the weapons procurement list that had just been delivered and turned to look at the makeshift desk next to him.

Li Enzheng sat there, looking down at the tablet in his hand, the screen displaying real-time monitoring footage of the research institute's rooms.

Brock's expression was complicated. He stood there for a long time, thinking, before finally walking over and lowering his voice to say, "Lee En, what exactly are you trying to do by having those gangs buy so many weapons?"

These guys have been on a shopping spree lately, buying up goods everywhere. We've even allowed smuggling through the port to go unchecked.

The budget has been increased to five hundred million—are you preparing to start a Civil War in New York?

Brock has always supported any decision Lee makes.

From shooting drug dealers in alleys to founding Hellsword, running for mayor, and even hanging the heads of Hollywood stars in front of the police station—he never even flinched.

But this time it really went too far.

The smuggled weapons in the hands of gangsters, a single handgun, cost only a few dozen dollars.

Five hundred million dollars would be enough to arm every resident of Manhattan from head to toe.

Not to mention that every household in Manhattan already has a gun. If they were to mobilize, given Lee's current prestige, he could easily rally support and push from New York all the way to the White House.

He also believes that many people along the way will voluntarily open their doors and offer him water.

Of course, Brock knew that Lee would never do such a thing.

But this move is just too big, so big that even this veteran policeman who has spent decades in Hell's Kitchen feels uneasy.

He couldn't even understand how Lee had convinced the president to turn a blind eye to what was happening in New York.

Li En did not answer immediately.

He looked down at the room on the tablet where the Cosmic Cube was stored. The screen was quiet and there was no unusual reaction.

He had already had Coulson withdrawn in advance, leaving only a few special agents as guards.

He is waiting.

Once Loki comes down, takes the Tesseract, and opens that spatial portal.

He looked up at Brock and said calmly, "You're right, I am indeed preparing for war. It won't be long before New York is in the midst of a war."

This concerns all of us.

No matter how strong the Hellsword Squad is, they can't protect every resident.

In the end, they had to rely on themselves.

Lee Eun was not lying.

Even with his current strength.

The combined effects of the Dragon Blood Potion Type II, the ultimate burst of demonic transformation, and the separation and fusion power of the rebellious Enma.

Then add Hulk, Frank, and even Thor.

When faced with an overwhelming alien army, it is impossible to intercept all enemies outside the city in the first instance.

On the battlefield, as long as a breach is torn open, civilians will die.

This is something that cannot be changed.

So he had the gang buy weapons, not to build a private army.

I just want the people living in this city to have at least something to pull the trigger when disaster strikes.

Whether these bullets will be effective against aliens remains to be seen.

"Who is the enemy?" Brock's face instantly turned cold.

He placed the cigar in his hand on the edge of the ashtray and stood up straight.

The casualness and weariness in his voice were stripped away, revealing the true nature of a soldier who had once been on the battlefield.

He was a veteran, and he knew better than anyone what war meant to people, and how cruel it was.

Hell's Kitchen is getting better every day.

With improved public order, the streets are cleaner, children can eat hot meals at school, and residents no longer need to carry guns when they go out at night.

At that moment, someone suddenly told him that war was coming.

It's like you've spent half your life nurturing a nearly dead tree to new life, only to wake up one morning to find someone digging trenches under it.

Brock took two more steps forward and stood next to Lee.

His voice lowered further, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth: "Can we keep the enemy out of the city?"

Li En gently shook her head.

"Brock, you know what? Demons don't necessarily crawl up from the hell beneath our feet."

Brock remained silent, waiting for the second half of his sentence.

"The devil may very well fall from the sky."

"A demon that fell from the sky—" Brock chewed on these words, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his whole face looked as if someone had splashed a bucket of ice water on his side.

His lips moved several times before he finally took the unlit cigar from his mouth and managed to squeeze out a hoarse, "Alien?"

Lee En did not deny it.

Brock stood there, mouth agape, stunned for a long time.

Then he turned around, walked to his old desk, opened the drawer, took out a new cigar, and put it in his mouth.

He took out a lighter with his right hand and pressed it several times, his fingers trembling involuntarily, each time the flame was extinguished as soon as it flared up.

A hand reached out from the side, took the lighter, and lit it with a snap.

Brock brought the cigar to his nose and took a few deep drags, the smoke billowing out and spreading into a thin layer of grayish-blue under the fluorescent light.

He forcefully suppressed his wildly beating heart, then exhaled a long puff of smoke and looked up at Li En, who had already walked up to him.

"In that case," his voice was much hoarse, but the toughness that had settled in his old bones for half his life was still there.

"Then all we can do is fight back."

He never thought of running away.

He was the police chief of the Manhattan precinct, having lived most of his life on this street, witnessing all the darkness he could see, and personally sending many people to hell.

He had no intention of leaving the city, never.

However, when he connected the words "alien invasion" with the questions Li En had inexplicably asked him some time ago, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

In an instant, many things aligned.

He looked at Li En with a very complicated expression, and his lips moved several times before he finally managed to get the words out of his throat.

"You actually have the ability to stop this war, don't you?"

Li En did not evade the question and nodded.

As long as he keeps the Tesseract with him, Loki has no chance of taking it from him.

Without the Rubik's Cube, there would be no spatial passage.

Without a passage, there is no such thing as an alien invasion.

There was a simple and direct solution to this problem from beginning to end—but he didn't choose it.

Brock remained silent for a long time.

He took the cigar from his mouth with his right hand and shoved it into the ashtray, the embers shattering into a few small, dark red fragments.

He kept his head down, as if talking to himself, his voice so low that only the two of them could hear him.

"It seems neither of us will be able to go to heaven."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Li En reached out and patted his shoulder, the force not too strong.

"From the very beginning, we were destined for hell. Didn't you already know that?"

Brock looked up at Lee's face, which hadn't wavered at all from beginning to end.

Yes, he already knew.

From the moment he pulled out a gun and opened fire on drug dealers in the alley, from the moment he hung the heads of Hollywood stars on the police station entrance.

He, Brock, is no longer going to heaven.

This is not a multiple-choice question; it's a downhill path from which there is no turning back once you embark on it.

But now he knows that the end of this road is even lower than he imagined.

Drop drop drop.

The tablet computer on the table suddenly rang.

Li En turned around and walked quickly over.

In the scene, a person has appeared in the laboratory where the Cosmic Cube is stored.

He had black hair, wore a long robe with dark green and gold stripes, and held a scepter that was taller than himself in his hand. He stood among the agents who were on guard.

All the agents stood around him, hands at his sides, like puppets whose souls had been taken away.

The person Li En had been waiting for so long had finally arrived.

Thor's brother.

Loki, the god of mischief.

Loki seemed to have noticed the presence of surveillance.

He raised his head, his icy blue eyes looking straight at him through the camera lens, and the corners of his mouth turned up, revealing an extremely elegant yet incredibly punchable smile.

"Unfortunately, you inferior beings have no idea how to use this thing."

He spoke calmly while looking at the monitor.

"I remember you. Your name is Li En, right? Thor's ally. Don't worry about alien invasions or anything like that. Under my leadership, you have nothing to worry about."

After saying that, he turned around and, with Dr. Selvig and the agents who had become puppets, took the Tesseract and disappeared from the surveillance footage without looking back.

Brock stood behind Lee and watched the whole thing unfold: "Who is this guy? So arrogant."

"Thor's brother, Loki, the god of mischief, is just a naughty fellow."

Li En casually tossed the tablet onto the table, turned around, and suddenly began to rattle off orders one after another.

"Brock, have those gangsters load all the prepared stuff onto the truck."

You should tell them directly that war is coming, and if anyone wants to leave, they can leave as they please; there's no need to stop them.

But before you leave, please remember to tell them this for me: Once I'm gone, I don't need to come back.

"Understood." Brock reached up and pressed down on the brim of his hat, then turned and pushed open the office door, walking out himself.

This kind of thing can't be explained over the phone; he has to notify each person in person.

Li En took out her phone and started dialing numbers one after another.

"Frank, come back."

"Leicester, halt your troops. The battle is about to begin."

"Steve, put the Hydra pursuit on hold for now, everyone come back."

Each phone call was very short, so short that the other party didn't even have a chance to ask, "What war?"

But nobody asked.

Those who were personally summoned back by Lee En knew what this order meant.

Li En went through her contacts and found a number she had hardly ever used.

Leader of the Green Dragon Gang.

The phone was answered after only one ring.

"Mr. Li En, is there anything I can help you with?" The tone on the other end was sincere and respectful, without a trace of small talk or preamble.

"You should contact them and have someone in charge send them to speak with me."

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"Okay, please wait a moment."

The phone hangs up.

Less than two minutes later, the bell rang again.

Li En pressed the answer button, and a steady and polite middle-aged male voice came through the receiver, speaking in Chinese.

"Hello, Mr. Li En, this is Zheng Xian from the External Liaison Office."

"Hello, Mr. Zheng, let's get straight to the point."

"It won't be long before New York is invaded by aliens."

I hope you can immediately establish contact with the president here and send support.

After Li En finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

He put his phone back in his pocket and walked to the window.

The sky outside was overcast and the New York skyline was pressed low by the clouds.

The people on the street were unaware of what was approaching overhead.

The reason he named his party "Earth Alliance" was never complicated.

The universe is so vast, yet Earthlings fight tooth and nail over a few oil fields and shipping routes on their tiny planet. Doesn't that seem absurd on a cosmic scale?

Aliens don't care what country you're from, what god you believe in, or whether you're holding US dollars or RMB.

They would only see a resource-rich planet and a group of natives who couldn't even leave their home star system. Earth and all the life on it were resources.

Therefore, we need to develop space technology so that Earthlings can fight their way out.

By then, none of this will be a problem.

But now, he has to finish this battle first.