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

Chapter 156 The Enemy Came from the Sky

Li En sat in the police chief's office, behind a makeshift desk.

He was browsing through the various intelligence summaries that Barron was sending him in real time.

He is waiting.

Wait until Loki opens the door for Earth to the alien army.

Brock, who was next to him, was still on the phone.

He gripped the receiver with one hand, while the other hand scribbled something rapidly on a sticky note, repeatedly confirming the quantity and delivery location with the person on the other end.

After hanging up, he put the receiver on the base, rubbed his temples, and turned to look at Li En.

"We didn't spend all 500 million; we only bought a little over 300 million worth of guns and ammunition. They came in large quantities from the black market, and they were incredibly cheap."

Many of the cargo boxes even had active-duty military identification numbers, with the laser engravings still intact.

Clearly, someone in the military doesn't want to miss this money-making opportunity.

Li En nodded, not surprised.

Three hundred million sounds like an astronomical figure, but the arms market has its own pricing logic.

There was no large equipment, no missile vehicles, no tanks or airplanes; everything was used to purchase guns and ammunition, which are the most widely circulated and cheapest items on the black market.

As for the military taking the opportunity to smuggle goods, such a thing wouldn't even make a ripple in the wartime plan.

"Three hundred million is enough." He placed the patrol report on the corner of the table, his tone calm.

"You also have to trust the people of New York. The vast majority of them already have guns at home. We're just filling the gap for those who don't."

As soon as he finished speaking, the watch strap on his wrist vibrated.

A light screen popped open above the dial, displaying live surveillance footage from the top of Stark Tower.

Jarvis's voice came from the watch's speaker, his tone still steady, but the weight of his words made Lee En raise an eyebrow slightly.

"Mr. Lee, Loki has arrived at Stark Tower and met with Professor Selvig."

They are currently moving the Cosmic Cube to the core of the top-level device.

According to the calculation model left by Professor Selvig on the research institute's server, the space portal will be activated in approximately thirty minutes, at which point the alien army will gain a stable passage to Earth.

"Thirty minutes, that should be about right."

Li En braced himself on the table with both hands and stood up.

The chair leg dragged on the old floor with a short, dull scraping sound.

"Brock, tell them to move all the weapons out into the street; there's no need to hide them anymore."

"Alright, these guys have been waiting impatiently for a while." Brock didn't make a call. He simply grabbed the old hat that he had been wearing for who knows how many years, put it on his head, pushed open the office door, and strode out.

He has to be there in person to oversee things; it's not something that can be explained over the phone.

When Li En walked out of the police station, the street was already full of cars.

Trucks, pickups, vans, and even a few container trucks that drove directly from the dock.

The cargo beds of all the vehicles were completely covered with black tarpaulins.

Brock's notification was clearly faster than his actions; the gangsters were already waiting at various unloading points.

For the past period of time, this batch of goods has been stored in several different underground warehouses, waiting for this notification today.

Ben Yurik and his cameraman had been waiting outside the gate for a long time.

The old reporter had an old-looking camera hanging around his neck and a well-worn notebook clutched in his right hand.

The cameraman carried the equipment on his shoulder, the lens cap was off, and the red recording indicator light was flashing on and off.

When Yurik saw Lee come out, he immediately took a few steps forward and held the microphone about thirty centimeters in front of him.

He didn't ask any questions, but looked into Li En's eyes and said solemnly.

"The rest is up to you, Mr. Lee En."

Li En nodded to him, then turned around to face the camera that was broadcasting live across the United States.

He reached up and straightened his collar, the movement slow and deliberate, as if preparing to go on stage to deliver his inaugural address.

But what he's about to say this time is unlike any other political speech he's given before.

At the same time, Jarvis took over the signal source of every television set, every cell phone playing video content, and every radio station receiving signals across the United States.

From New York to Los Angeles, from Seattle to Miami, from the smallest Midwestern town to the small TV hanging in the corner of a gas station, to the huge screen that takes up an entire wall in a Wall Street investment bank conference room.

The same image appeared simultaneously on all the lit screens.

In front of the Manhattan Precinct, a man in a police uniform with the Hellsword insignia pinned to his chest stood in the middle of the street.

Behind him were rows and rows of trucks covered in black cloth, and above him was the hazy New York sky.

On the space carrier, Tony Stark leaned against the control panel, his armor already retracted.

He crossed his arms over his chest, staring at the holographic screen that descended from the ceiling, without moving an inch.

Steve stood beside him, his shield at his feet, his lips pressed into a straight line.

Nick Fury sat in the corner in a folding chair, his hands crossed on his knees, staring intently at Lee En's face on the screen with his single eye.

No one spoke.

Li En spoke up.

His voice was not loud; each word was like a bullet being loaded into a magazine and pushed into the chamber of a gun.

Simple, precise, and without any unnecessary gunpowder residue.

"A demon will descend from the sky."

After saying that, he stopped.

Outside of New York, most people's first reaction to this statement is to scoff.

At an RV park in Arizona, a middle-aged man in a vest held a beer can and made a disdainful gesture toward the television while muttering something.

In a retirement home in Florida, several elderly people playing bridge glanced up at the television before looking down again to continue playing.

Even now, a considerable number of people firmly believe that Li En is nothing more than a businessman skilled at hype.

An opportunist who wins votes by creating panic.

All his talk about hell, demons, and aliens is a lie.

It's special effects, a script, or an AI-generated fake video.

But another group of people are completely different.

In a small town on the outskirts of Texas, a gray-haired veteran puts down the remote control he is holding.

He picked up the M1 Garand rifle that he had been polishing for decades from beside the sofa, pulled back the bolt, and checked the carbon buildup on the piston cylinder.

Then he turned around and calmly said to his wife, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, "Go to the basement and wake the children."

He believed it, and so did many others.

Someone rummaged through the depths of a wardrobe and pulled out a box of ammunition, while someone ran to the community broadcasting station and sounded the air raid siren.

People went door-to-door knocking on doors to notify neighbors to evacuate to the old air-raid shelter outside the town.