"Get up, get up!"

"I'm going to knock your ass out of the flowers! And then give you two more kicks! ”

……

Sarah's incomplete, home-created country heavy metal song rings from the alarm clock.

"Stark, son of a bitch!"

"!!"

George scrambled with his eyes closed, picked up a short knife from the bedside table and threw it.

【Smack!! 】

The short knife pierced through the rubber casing of the alarm clock, and the tremendous force flew out with it and stuck it into the wall panel.

It can be seen that there are many traces of knife inserts or heavy objects on the wall.

Rolled over.

George covered his head with a pillow.

It's not over yet.

Sure enough, the alarm clock was extremely strong, and its round body actually stretched out two slender mechanical arms from both sides, and from under the body stretched out two bionic mechanical limbs that could swing freely and even be fixed on smooth walls.

It struggled to pull itself off the wall with the dagger attached, and then fell to the ground with a snap.

Two mechanical hands reach behind their backs to spin the clockwork, and heavy metal music begins to play again.

In such an atmosphere of magic sounds, the alarm clock with hands and feet climbed into George's ears.

"Okay, okay, I'm up, what's the matter!"

[Smack! 】

Holding down a button on the top of the alarm clock, George was somewhat devastated.

This alarm clock is Tony. Stark made up a knick-knack in his spare time, and he gave one to each of his senior employees to remind them not to be late.

Sarah, as the undersecretary of security, certainly received this gift.

On the black market, this limited-edition Stark alarm clock, handcrafted from precious metals and leather, has even cost tens of thousands of dollars per piece.

Sarah's voice came from the microphone of the alarm clock.

"Flushing has δ type of infection, you flee to Manhattan immediately!"

Only this one sentence.

In an instant, although there was still eye feces hanging from the corners of his eyes, and his hair was messy like a chicken nest, George's expression suddenly became cold.

It was as if the whole soul had changed.

He felt a chill of fear envelop his body.

δ type of infection...... Very dangerous.

It may even affect Queens, near Flushing.

The infected, or the outliers referred to in the system's copy, have been in New York for two years now.

The World Security Council has professionally classified individuals with this lesion for risk, with the Greek alphabet as a classification.

There are a total of six levels that have appeared now.

α (low-risk individuals who can be dealt with by a single armed law enforcement officer, not infectious, slow-moving)

β (low-risk individuals who require at least one professional military personnel to solve, have a certain degree of infectivity, and their individual qualities are still within the scope of ordinary organisms)

γ (high-risk lesions that are difficult to handle alone, highly infectious, abiotic appearance, difficult to kill, and the weaknesses of any single individual are different, it is recommended to use dummy bombs and white phosphorus incendiary bombs for harmless treatment)

δ (highly infectious, high-level lesions that require a large number of modern armies and high-lethal outbreak weapons to solve, this type of infected body is very dangerous and very weird, and it is recommended to dispatch special forces)

ε (Particularly dangerous individuals capable of destroying an entire urban area, carrying a source of infection capable of infecting more than 100,000 people, with a level of danger close to that of a skirmish)

ζ (left unchecked, after a certain period of time, it can cause extinction to the entire human race in the United States)

For example, the last time they appeared at school, the danger level was divided into γ categories according to the destructive power, contagiousness, and the spread of a sense of crisis.

The two police officers who became outliers after being infected, although they are still judged by the system to be Level 1 outliers, are β in the Security Council's danger classification.

A ζ type of infected person has been present in the New York Center.

But it didn't cause much harm, and when it first appeared in the city, it was immediately torn to pieces by some mysterious force, and then turned into powder, and there was not even dregs left.

The government has taken the lead in tracing the incident, involving almost all relevant agencies, including S.H.I.E.L.D., but no clues have been found.

Only George knew that the place where it appeared was Brick Street.

There is a division of the organization here.

i.e. the New York sanctuary of Kama Taj......

Presumably, the Ancient One was in the Sanctuary of New York at the time.

Harry was nowhere to be found in either house.

George dialed his number.

"Harry, where are you?!"

Harry: "I, I, um, I'm outside...... Night Running ......"

George: "Four in the morning you're running outside at night?!" ”

Harry: "Yes, along, run, spicy strips while running......"

George: "Tell me honestly, did you take a hit and become a duck?" ”

Harry: "......"

George: "When you were walking the fuck, the priest in the parish next door didn't bother to stop and look twice, could it be that there is really a pervert who is willing to give you a bowel?" ”

George: "Or did you call for chickens?" I'm telling you, you're dead, I'm going to tell Stark about it, and ask him to cut your pocket money and experiment expenses. ”

George: "Don't take me with you when you call chickens." ”

Harry:......

George: "You're a son of a bitch. ”

Harry: "......"

【When!】 】

Harry heard the sound of thumping.

He seemed to be calming himself.

After a while, he said:

"I received the news before you, and now it's almost to Flushing."

"Wearing your Snow Mastiff No. 1?"

"Uh...... Actually, it's the Titan One. ”

George said, "Why didn't you call me?" ”

Harry: "I'm afraid you'll be cannon fodder. ”

George: "? ”

Harry: "Okay, okay, I'll admit it......"

George: "Look, I know you still have your dad in mind." ”

Harry: "I'll admit that I'm worried you're sick to me, and again, I'm your father. ”

"Fuck you, you should have called me."

George sighed,

"Son, you are chivalrous and courageous, how can your father and I not be chivalrous and courageous?"

"But you don't have armor, and I only have one set of the Titan series now, and it's still built according to my own physique, to be honest, you're too small, and you might get stuck when you come in."

"The last time I took a ruler, I remember that I was 157, are some people only 136?"

Harry: "Fuck off. ”

George was silent for a moment.

Harry waited for about a minute, "Is there anything else?" It's okay, I'll go first. I brought a large knife with a lathe, maybe I can help. ”

George didn't hesitate any longer, he said, "Son, you smell the chickens and dance, why don't your father and I smell the chickens?" Remember the mysterious man who fought alongside Spider-Man at school that day? That's me. ”

Harry: "What do you mean...... Sleeve man? ”

George: "You're the condominer. ”

Harry: "I'm near LaGuardia Airport, come and find me. ”