Marvel's Chronicle of Multiverse Warfare

On the streets of New York, a convenience store looks ordinary these days.

A short black man, wearing a black hood, huddled up and rushed in when he saw that no one was in the convenience store.

His eyes were staring straight at the Chinese owner of the convenience store. He put his right hand in his pocket and slowly raised it: "Cash, I want cash. Take all the cash now. Don't force me to shoot."

The Chinese shop owner slowly raised his hand and looked at the little black man with some surprise: "I can give you the money, but I want to remind you that this is Chinatown."

"Shit, I don't care about Chinatown. Money, take out all the money in the cabinet quickly, or I'll shoot you." The little black man obviously looked like he was having sex, and kept shrinking his head. His whole body was trembling with convulsions.

His hands were always in his pockets, just showing a pistol gesture. No one knew whether he had a real gun or a fake gun in his pocket.

The Chinese shop owner glanced outside, a smile flashed in his eyes, and then he quickly put all the cash in the drawer on the cabinet. At the same time, he took two steps back and raised his hands high, so he didn't have any weapons. There was no intention of getting any weapons.

The little black man's eyes were no longer on the Chinese shop owner. He stepped forward fiercely, swept all the cash on the table into his arms, and then rushed out of the convenience store desperately. As he walked out, In an instant, one could clearly see that there was a black pistol in his pocket.

"Bang!" Gunshots rang out instantly, and the glass of the convenience store was shattered. At the same time, a voice sounded: "New York police, put down your weapons!"

The little black man took two or three steps back with a look of disbelief on his face. Finally, he hit the shelf of the convenience store and slowly slid to the ground.

His eyes were wide open and never closed, but his eyes became completely dull.

The Chinese shop owner looked at the little black man with a big hole in his chest and frowned slightly. He turned to look at the door and saw the Chinese patrolman holding a police gun. He whispered: "Chen Yi, after passing, why did you just go straight to the door?" Did he kill someone?"

"I have already shouted, New York police, put down your weapons, but he didn't listen, so I had no choice but to shoot." Chen Yi's left cheek kept twitching. It was obvious that this was also a novice policeman, still immersed in the thrill of shooting. After all, not everyone can easily accept shooting and killing people.

The Chinese shop owner wanted to say something, but in the end he kept his mouth shut.

He could only say that he couldn't tell who fired first or who revealed his identity first.

Anyway, identifying yourself is just a procedure. As long as you identify yourself, it doesn't matter whether the other party responds or shoots.

"I have a few days to clean up the fleet here." Is the Chinese shop owner a little upset?Then he looked at Chen Yi sympathetically: "I'm afraid you will have to write reports for several days after you go back."

Chen Yi forced a smile on his face, his face was slightly ugly, but he said firmly: "Brother Li said that this is Chinatown, and no random people are allowed to come here to cause trouble. If anything happens to him, Will take care of it.”

"Okay." The Chinese shop owner couldn't say anything else. After all, the improvement of public security in Chinatown in recent years was thanks to Li Heng.

In the past, it would have been difficult for Chinese Americans to hold the position of police inspector within the New York Police Department, let alone have the opportunity to rise further. This was very rare for them. After the upper levels had a fulcrum, the lower levels Immediately a large number of people of the same race appeared.

Chinatown is not only found in Manhattan, there are also large Chinese gathering areas in Brooklyn, Queens, and New Jersey.

There are also a lot of Chinese police there, so they can give Li Heng considerable support from the bottom.

Through them, Li Heng can also influence more ethnic minorities and avoid political risks.

"4762, 4764, a demonstration broke out on 64th Street, rush to support immediately." The dispatch desk at the headquarters roared like crazy, as if something big had happened.

Chen Yi shrugged helplessly, then went outside to call his partner, and quickly rushed to 64th Street.

Along the way, he gave a brief report on his enlightenment, but his superiors didn't seem to care and kept urging them to rush to 64th Street.

This situation was really unusual, but when they arrived at the 64th level, they knew what had happened.

Thousands of people from all walks of life were seen standing on the street holding homemade slogans. Opposite them were heavily armed riot squads.

The area where the two parties came into contact was a mess, with beer bottles, small bricks, iron pipes, scraps of paper, and plastic bags scattered all over the floor.

The same goes for the anti-riot shield in the hands of the anti-riot team. Although it was not cracked, it was still dirty and dirty after being hit by random objects.

A fierce conflict had broken out between the two sides before, and it could be seen that more people were pouring onto the streets from all directions.

There are police officers here, but most of them are professional white-collar workers, housewives, and school students. At this moment, they all flocked to the team to confront the police. They completely ignored the reason and had no logic at all. They were just fighting for the sake of conflict and confrontation. opposition.

At this time, there should have been people behind to shout and negotiate, but at this time, no one on either side was doing these things. They seemed to only know how to beat, smash, loot and burn. While the riot police came out towards the opposite side, more people were also coming. At the same time, he rushed to the surrounding shops, trying to make a business without capital.

Some police officers don't care about these people at all. They just keep going back and forth.

All the riot police officers on the street moved forward at the same time. Their hands were no longer the deterrent weapons they had before, but actual pistols, and some even carried shotguns.

The only lucky thing is that no one has taken out an assault rifle or a heavy machine gun, otherwise the consequences would be difficult to deal with.

At this time, Chen Yi had no other thoughts in his mind. He only knew that he was holding his own pistol and strode forward. Then he stepped forward, loaded the bullet forward, and put his finger on the trigger. He looked expressionless. His expression was as if he was about to shoot at any moment.

The demonstrators on the opposite side also did not give in at all. Some held briefcases in their hands, some had a few phones in their hands, and some had kitchen knives in their hands. They looked at each other with vicious expressions, and at the same time stepped forward step by step. Moving forward, things in his hands were thrown out from time to time.

The police and the demonstrators were like two torrents that neither would give in to, and were about to collide violently.

At this moment, "Bang, bang, bang!" countless gunshots sounded instantly. At this moment, almost all the police fired.

They didn't think much about it, and they didn't even think much about it. There was a gunshot, followed by countless people pulling the trigger at the same time.

Countless bullets were fired at the unarmed civilians.

However, just when these bullets were about to hit ordinary civilians, a voice suddenly sounded: "What's going on? Is everyone crazy?"

Li Heng suddenly appeared on the street. At this moment, it was as if time and space had frozen. All the bullets fired at civilians stopped in mid-air.

Li Heng waved his hand, and all the bullets fell on the ground.

He looked at every policeman present, and finally found that there was an undetectable trace of blood in their eyes.

It was precisely the existence of this trace of blood that made these policemen completely ignore the unarmed civilians on the opposite side and directly fired their guns to launch a crazy massacre against them.

The same goes for the ordinary civilians opposite. Many of them have no idea what the demonstration in front of them is for.They didn't know why they joined this demonstration, and they didn't even understand why they were still rushing forward crazily and desperately despite the hail of bullets in front of them.

"What I hate the most is large-scale mental attacks." Li Heng snorted, and silent mental shock waves struck in all directions. In the blink of an eye, the police and ordinary civilians present fell to the ground one after another. on the ground.

Li Heng picked up the phone and dialed Erin Regan's cell phone directly: "Director, I think we have encountered a comprehensive psychological terrorist attack. I need support. Contact Hill. She will feel this kind of thing." Interested."