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Chapter 158 Pick Up Your Weapons and Fight

Rumble!!

A burst of flame descended from the sky, accompanied by the roar of a motorcycle engine, and crashed down beside Li En.

The moment the tire touched the ground, a dark red wave of fire spread outwards.

The few scraps of paper on the road were burned to ashes.

Frank's burning skull turned towards Lee, its jaws clicking twice, awaiting orders.

"Frank, you're coming with me to the front lines to confront the aliens head-on."

As soon as he finished speaking, Frank slammed on the gas.

The motorcycle, engulfed in hellfire, let out a deafening roar, its rear wheel carving a charred tire mark into the asphalt, and the entire vehicle launched itself forward, hurtling toward Stark Tower.

Behind him, three members of the Hellsword First Squad, dressed in black and white Mark armor, simultaneously activated their thrusters.

Three blazing white trails of flame traced parallel arcs across the street, closely following Frank's fiery tail that weaved between buildings, heading straight for the ever-widening crack in the sky.

Li En turned around and looked at Lester and Bright standing behind him.

The two men stood ramrod straight, their heels hitting each other with a crisp, cracking sound.

Their team members lined up in tactical formations behind them, each carrying a silver-gray metal briefcase.

Inside was Tony Stark's black and white Mark armor, specially mass-produced for Hellsword.

"You two teams will serve as mobile forces and patrol different areas."

Leicester, you're in charge of the Upper East Side and Queens.

Bright, the Midtown and Lower Towns are yours.

If any gaps are found in the defenses, repair them immediately.

The two nodded simultaneously, without saying a word.

They turned around and dispersed to the left and right.

The team members followed behind their respective captains, their steps perfectly synchronized, and in a short while they disappeared into the alleyways on both sides of the street.

After all the official members of Hellsword left, Li En turned around again to face the fully armed residents on the street.

He raised his right hand, and his voice pierced through the continuous low-frequency roar in the sky, clearly hitting everyone's ears.

"Umbrella Corporation will buy back all alien artifacts at high prices, whether they are weapons or corpses—all will be priced per item."

The lingering tension and fear in the crowd underwent a subtle change after that one sentence.

Some people lowered the butt of their guns from their shoulders, weighed their weapons in their hands again, and switched their eyes from preparing to fight to preparing to hunt.

"I also promise that whatever results are achieved by using the corpses of these aliens or their technological equipment, the final product will be sold to everyone at an extremely low price."

"oh--!"

"Fuck aliens!"

"This is a fucking golden opportunity to escape poverty!"

"Don't anyone try to take it from me!"

The crowd erupted.

In Hell's Kitchen, the vast majority of the population is poor.

The number of homeless people sleeping under ventilation vents on the streets of Brooklyn and Queens is not much less than that in Hell's Kitchen.

For them, survival itself is the first battle they fight every day after they open their eyes.

Now, Li En tells them that this disaster that came out of nowhere is also an opportunity for them to turn their lives around.

As long as you dare to fight, as long as you're tough enough and lucky enough, you can kill an alien.

Selling it, along with its weapons, to Umbrella Corporation might bring them years or even decades of peace.

Even many college students are tempted.

They crouched behind the apartment window, watching the pickup trucks with open cargo beds on the street, their minds racing with calculations.

If I can make some money during this opportunity, will I be able to pay off my student loans?

Li En saw the eager faces in the crowd, and also the footsteps that were quietly moving towards the pickup truck.

He raised his voice again, this time his tone suddenly turned cold and unyielding.

"But if I find anyone daring to steal someone else's spoils, I'll have Frank personally send them to hell."

The previously bustling scene cooled down for a moment.

At the same moment, everyone remembered that burning skull.

I remembered that iron chain that could forcibly rip a soul from a living person's body and drag it into hell.

Then an even louder cheer erupted.

Even the homeless people who had been crouching in the shadows from the beginning stood up and walked toward the pickup truck.

The reason they didn't join in was because they had lived on the streets for so long that they had seen through something earlier than anyone else.

Humans are the most plundering creatures on this planet.

They feared that the spoils they had fought so hard to obtain would ultimately be snatched away by someone even more ruthless.

Now Li En has opened that door for them, and also nailed down the rules behind it.

They wanted to give it their all.

Even those who have spent the longest time in the deepest mire of Hell's Kitchen harbor a fear of Hell itself.

Boom—!

A loud bang suddenly exploded in the sky.

The sound emanated from the center of the energy pillar at the top of Stark Tower, spreading outwards in all directions, the sound waves so thick that ripples could be seen in the air with the naked eye.

The spatial passage is now fully formed.

From the hole torn open by blue energy in the sky, countless Zeta Swiss soldiers poured out from the other side of the universe aboard their spacecraft.

Their numbers are so great that they cannot be estimated with numbers.

They were densely packed, layer upon layer, like an army of termites surging out from inside a rotting tree stump, or like a swarm of bees pouring out of a knocked-over hive.

They are laid from the left edge of the hole all the way to the right edge.

Each queue is separated by just enough space for one aircraft to pass through.

It swooped down on the streets of Manhattan in a massive, overwhelming manner.

Closely following behind them were Leviathan behemoths.

The thing was ridiculously large, with countless metal plates rolled up on both sides of its torso, each plate embedded with a glowing energy conduit.

Its movement through the air resembles that of some kind of boneless giant predator in the deep sea.

It was enormous, slow, yet carried a sense of oppression that no one could escape at any speed.

When the first Leviathan poked its head out of the hole, everyone in Manhattan looking up at the sky fell silent.

The very existence of that kind of thing is a direct attack on people's psychological defenses.

Someone's gun fell to the ground on the street.

It wasn't that I didn't want to pick it up, it's just that my fingers involuntarily loosened.

A middle-aged man who had just been brandishing a shotgun and shouting "Whoever comes, I'll kill them!" suddenly collapsed to the ground, his legs giving way.

The butt of the gun slammed into the sidewalk tiles with a dull thud, but he didn't even have the strength to bend down and pick it up.

no way.

When a colossal entity far beyond our cognitive scale presses down from above, fear is not an emotion, but a physiological reaction.

There will be an involuntary urge to shrink into oneself and hide under any cover.

Not urinating on the spot already shows excellent manners.

Li En stared at Leviathan, who was emerging fully from the hole, and clenched his right fist tightly at his side.

The Rebellious Yama Blade fell from the spatial storage into his palm, and the dark red aura on the blade suddenly surged under the light of the Cosmic Cube.

The next moment, red and black armor emerged piece by piece from the bottom of his skin: breastplate, shoulder armor, arm armor, leg armor. Each plate took shape on its own in a very short time, with sharp and smooth curves at the edges.

As his body was fully covered by the armor, it swelled and grew taller, reaching nearly three meters in height.

Despite her slender and well-proportioned figure, she still maintains a slender and balanced physique, without any sense of bulkiness.

He lightly stomped his right foot on the ground.

With a loud bang, a crater several meters in diameter was created on the asphalt road beneath their feet, and cracks spread far outwards along the edge of the crater.

He transformed into a dark red comet, trailing a visible shockwave, and shot straight up toward the top of Stark Tower.

The sound lingered in mid-air, echoing continuously above the entire street.

"Pick up your weapons—fight!"