Exhale, inhale.

The wheezing sound was muffled in the isolation mask, and Hawkeye slightly adjusted the position of the hanging flashlight on his shoulder to make the steps ahead look clearer.

The blue-black color completely covered the staircase, and the moss-like strain wrapped around the glass window, like a curtain that had not been tended to in a long time.

The soles of the feet wrapped in high-strength fibrous layers of armor stepped on top of the fungus blanket, and there was a soft touch under the feet, and from time to time there was a "creaking" sound, like stepping on a sponge soaked in ice water.

"The liquid that exudes from the bacterial blanket should be the culture medium used to cultivate various pathogens."

Li Ang's calm voice came through the communication headset, "Be careful not to step too hard, the strength of your inner lining isolation suit is not as exaggerated as you imagined, if you accidentally get contaminated with your skin, the end will be very, very ugly." ”

Captain America nodded, the beam of the flashlight sweeping through the air of dust, "Understood." ”

The group continued to climb the stairs, climbing the gloomy staircase.

Thousands of steps were not a difficult task for these transcendents, and Iron Man even had the strength to lift the collar of Professor Bruce Banner, the worst of his physique, and fly slowly and slowly at a low altitude with him.

They walked past the Philippine Reporter Newspaper on the 10th floor, the World Heritage Foundation on the 24th floor, Human Rights Watch on the 34th floor, the Boy Scouts of America on the 43rd floor, and the Greater New York Council on the 43rd floor, and stepped up the 1,860 steps to reach the top of the lookout.

This is where the strain tree grows, and the end point of this trip.

"I never thought I'd see the Empire State Building through someone else's eyes."

With the help of the picture transmitted back by the Avengers, Leon enjoyed the sparsely lit night scene of New York City, and smiled casually.

The city was hidden in the night, and the dense helicopters were constantly coming and going, and soldiers in full armor sat in armored vehicles to patrol the streets, struggling to maintain order.

Some of the wilder Queens youngsters (mostly dark-skinned), dressed in designer sneakers and freshly snatched gold necklaces around their necks, roamed the streets in ownerless luxury cars, their golden pistols firing into the sky, and the sound of gunfire drowned out black rap music on loudspeakers.

A group of otaku in hoodies, roaring and screaming, took to the street with steel pipes, smashed windows, and snatched expensive electronics from inside.

PS4s, Nintendo Sitch, DSLR cameras, tablets, and LCD screens were stacked in the supermarket car.

These obese or lean otaku don't have the guts to do too many atrocities, and grabbing a little gadget in this chaotic environment is already the biggest feat.

Fortunately, they are not yet the main group that federal officials are targeting.

In subsequent experiments, plague spores were shown to be unable to survive in seawater, and airborne transmission was also very limited.

This means that as long as the sea-crossing bridges in various urban areas of New York are controlled and infected New Yorkers are prevented from leaving the country, there is a high probability that the plague will be sealed on the island and other people who have not yet been infected.

This is a necessary sacrifice.

Countless helicopter gunships hovered over New York, their black barrels scrutinizing below.

"We, we've been abandoned!"

A fanatical-looking Brazilian man was running down the street, shouting, "The Federation has blocked all internet communications, and they want to leave us here to die!" ”

This Brazilian man has extremely dazzling bronzed skin, a red turban tied around his head, a muscular and muscular upper body exposed in the wind, and the star-striped pants around his waist are extremely dazzling.

The man didn't say his name, just stood in the middle of the road and shouted.

Many people poked their heads out of the apartments, and some people hesitated.

"What are you waiting for? Haven't you played Resident Evil? The federal government in there did not hesitate to put down Raccoon City! ”

The Brazilian man roared hoarsely: "If you still want to live, come with me and storm the bridge!" ”

He, step forward.

The star-striped pants flutter in the wind, and the mottled stars on them symbolize the great spirit of the United States.

Freely!

Soon, behind the bronzed-skinned man, a large crowd of people had gathered and rushed towards the bridge.

Suddenly, a helicopter searchlight fell from the sky and shrouded him, and the dark barrel of the minigun spun silently.

"Back off, back off!"

The American servicemen on the helicopter roared: "Stay calm, the Union has not abandoned you, help is coming soon." ”

"Liar!"

The man who is the temporary leader holds a wine bottle in his hand, and the mouth of the wine bottle is stuffed with thin strips of cloth.

He stood defiantly in front of the bridge, aiming his middle finger at the center of the bridge, and the New York police officers with blast shields slowly took out their lighters.

In this moment, he symbolizes freedom.

The minigun spun slowly, and the flames erupted, and the ferocious chain licked off the man's calf, and as the machine gun operator's palm trembled slightly, the chain continued upward.

Suddenly, the soldier who was operating the machine gun suddenly found that his fingers could not move, as if he had lost consciousness, and watched as he took his palm away.

Even so, the Brazilian man on the ground had already fallen to the ground, his thigh broken, and the minced flesh splattered to the ground, staining the star-striped pants red.

His screams were drowned out by the screams of the people behind him, and the panicked citizens scattered and fled, threatening to trample on each other to form cups.

The crowd froze suddenly.

Everyone froze in place, and time seemed to freeze in that second.

The bald boiled egg, or Professor Charles, the president of the school city coordinator, was late on the Falcon fighter.

He pressed his palm against his head, unleashing his mind-manipulation powers, preventing further deterioration of form.

The Fayabusa fighter plane docked on the side of the bridge, and out of the fighter plane came a group of mutants wearing black uniforms and gas masks, including but not limited to Wolverine, Cyclops, Hank the Beast, Jean Grey and others,

In addition,There are some teenagers with slightly immature faces in these people.,Apparently all students in the school city.。

Nick Fury raised his eyebrows, turned to the Chinese youth on one side and said, "Mr. Leon, what's going on?" ”

"Uh, you ask me?"

Li Ang spread his hands and said with a smile: "I'm just an insignificant director in the School Park City Planning Council, and I don't know Professor Charles well. I don't know what he's going to do. ”

Director Fury snorted coldly and didn't say anything more, after all, the current situation is very bad, and it is naturally better to win as much strength as possible.

Professor Charles, still in a wheelchair, nodded to Jean Grey, who took out a syringe from his medical kit and injected the liquid from the syringe into the paralyzed Brazilian man on the ground.

It was visible to the naked eye that the section of his thigh was rapidly healing, and a layer of blood was scabbed, but if he wanted to regain his legs, there was little hope - the price of artificial organ transplants from Memetics Inc. was too high.

Professor Charles didn't have time to pay attention to this ordinary person, he took a deep breath and stared in the direction of the Empire State Building.

In this war, it's time for mutants to play.