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

Chapter 169 The Battle of New York

After listening, Steve paused for a second, then laughed.

He turned to Peter and Jessica, who were still standing beside him, the slight frustration he had felt earlier from being pinned to the ground completely gone from his eyes: "Let's do it one more time."

"Okay!" Jessica nodded and took a dozen steps back.

She slammed her fists together in front of her chest with a loud clang, and the electric arcs on her gauntlets exploded at the same time.

She crouched down, and the armor on her arms emitted a low, hydraulic hum.

The muscles in my thighs were stretched to their limit under my sweatpants, and my whole body, from my shoulders to my heels, was straining.

She looked at Peter Parker: "I'm ready!"

Peter Parker retreated about fifty meters, then lowered his center of gravity and began to sprint at full speed.

Within a few steps, he moved so fast that the naked eye could only catch a black shadow.

Then, when he was two steps away from Jessica, he leaped into the air.

He did a dozen somersaults in the air, his body spinning so fast that even the spider logo on his bodysuit turned into a blurry, dark red halo.

As he completed his final roll, he pushed off with both feet simultaneously, landing precisely on the front of Jessica's fists, which were already brimming with power.

Jessica let out a furious roar that seemed to explode from deep within her abdomen: "Get up there!"

She spun around, channeling all her strength into her gauntlets, and shoved Peter off the ground.

A loud explosion rang out.

The ground beneath their feet exploded, sending pebbles flying dozens of meters outward from the point of impact.

Peter was propelled away by this force.

At the moment he sang "Sky" again, he simultaneously flung spider silk downwards with both hands.

Two white lines precisely stuck to Steve's outstretched left fist.

They wrapped their arms around his wrists and the outer edge of the armor on his iron arm.

It wasn't until Peter had flown a hundred meters into the air that Steve was pulled off the ground by the spider silk in his hand and dragged into the sky.

Peter gripped the spider silk tightly in mid-air, the muscles in his arms bulging beneath his bodysuit.

They started spinning Steve around like a human hammer.

One lap, two laps, ten laps, dozens of laps.

He rotated until his arms were almost numb before reaching the highest point.

Aiming at the direction of the spatial passage, he forcefully cut the spider silk with both hands.

"Go, Captain!!!"

"Leave it to me!"

Using all the centrifugal force and initial velocity that Peter instilled in him, Steve transformed into a blue and red warhead and shot straight into the sky.

The pair of steel wings on his back unfolded instantly, with a wingspan of nearly four meters and an edge that was a cutting blade that had been ground to an extremely sharp edge.

It was his first time operating flight equipment, and his movements were extremely clumsy. Several times he almost got swayed by the high-altitude turbulence.

But he learned too quickly; in just a few seconds, he was able to control the fine-tuning of the wing angle by subtly shifting his body's center of gravity.

The journey transitioned from a bumpy, stumbling start to a relatively smooth sweep-wing flight.

He caught up with Tony on the left and cut into Lee's escort formation.

Several Zeta Swiss soldiers who circled around from high above, attempting to aim their pulse guns at the back of the Demon God Armor, were sliced ​​in two along with their aircraft by the edge of his wing.

That method wasn't as clean and efficient as Iron Man's palm cannon; there was no explosion, no spent cartridges, just a minimalist and ruthless horizontal slash.

Tony turned his head and glanced at Steve's wings. His voice came from inside the helmet: "You must maintain at least 20% energy when you fly, otherwise you'll have trouble landing."

"Understood!" Steve's response was crisp and clear, without any further questions.

"Right now, focus on getting Li En up there!"

The rocket booster behind Li En has already consumed nearly half of its fuel.

His altitude was approaching the outer edge of the atmosphere, and he was less than a kilometer away from the spatial rift from which the Chitauri army was pouring out.

Each outer armor plate of the Demon God Armor is covered with a thin layer of frost, a mark left by the extreme cold at high altitudes on the metal surface.

The thruster's exhaust plume stretched into an increasingly thin, bright line in the thin atmosphere.

It looked as if someone was slicing across the dark blue sky with a red-hot iron nail.

"Li En—!" Steve's voice boomed from the communication channel.

His jetpack's energy had dropped to 15%, and the system was urging him to return to base immediately with increasingly urgent alarms.

He gritted his teeth, watching the massive red and black mech ahead continue its ascent.

He yelled into the communications channel, the last syllable of his voice torn apart by radio noise.

"I don't like the way you do things! Come back and fight me!"

He turned off the thrusters on his back.

The pair of steel wings switched from the unfolded state to gliding mode.

The wings automatically adjusted to the maximum lift angle, carrying him slowly down to the still-smoking city below.

With only a few hundred meters left to the spatial rift, Tony Stark suddenly accelerated, cutting from the side and below directly above Lee En.

He stepped past the demon armor and stood between it and the exit of the spatial rift.

At the exit, a densely packed array of Zitalian soldiers formed an almost impenetrable blocking formation.

They had clearly figured out Li En's intentions and were using the simplest yet most effective method—piling up their bodies—to block the door.

Tony didn't simultaneously pull his arms and legs forward; instead, the armor plates on his limbs snapped open at the same instant, and the internal structure began to frantically reassemble.

The arm and leg armor converge, join, and interlock towards the center.

In a fraction of a second, it transformed into a giant cluster energy cannon with a diameter of nearly five meters.

The arc-shaped reactor core at the muzzle began to store energy, its light shifting from pale blue to incandescent white, reaching an extreme brightness that eclipsed all the surrounding starlight.

"Li En, this is all I can do to take you. This is my last bit of energy."

As soon as he finished speaking, a beam of blazing white energy, nearly ten meters in diameter, shot out from the cannon's muzzle.

Wherever the beam of light passes, the air is directly ionized.

In that instant, space itself underwent a visible distortion and refraction.

All the Zeta Swiss soldiers blocking the path of the beam of light.

Regardless of whether they are diving, hovering, or turning to try to avoid it.

Within a fraction of a second of contact with the beam of light, it vaporized directly from a solid state into invisible particles.

There was no explosion, no debris, and no screams.

The channel cleared by the beam of light was as clean as a pipe that had been evacuated by a vacuum pump.

It stretched from Tony's cannon muzzle all the way to the other side of the spatial rift.

Tony's energy reserve number on the helmet head-up display jumped rapidly, eventually dropping to one percent.

The light from the reactor on his chest suddenly dimmed, turning from a deep blue into a faint, fading flame.

He and the turret, which had exhausted its energy and then disintegrated back into four armored limbs, were falling freely toward the ground, their speed increasing rapidly.

"Sir, the energy level has dropped to one percent. The backup power unit has been ejected and is expected to dock with you when you fall to an altitude of 1,500 meters," Jarvis's voice came from inside the helmet.

"I know. Now it's up to him."

Tony's voice was extremely calm, without a trace of panic or regret.

He did everything he could.

Next, let's look at the man wearing the armor he crafted himself.

Is it possible to tow an entire spaceship back to Earth from outer space within fifteen minutes?