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Old George was speechless. His recent work and rest habits were very unreasonable.

He was not in good health either. Touching his hair, he felt that he needed to be on guard like a middle-aged man.

The doctor told him that his body was too tired and unhealthy, and that old injuries he had suffered for many years were relapsing.

That's right, his body is working overtime every day during this period, and Hei Lu Dan is not the only one who is busy because of the funeral home.

As the chief of the New York City Police Department, George Sr. also has to work. SM pouted and broke his legs.

If it weren't for his strong will, old George might have become a pineapple.

Tonight is a beautiful night. After having a sumptuous dinner with his wife and lovely daughter Gwen, George Sr. is ready to have a good sleep.

"What the hell, there's a monster in Hell's Kitchen, and gangs are fighting in it."

The phone call late at night woke old George, who was sleeping soundly, and he quietly got out of bed.

Without disturbing his wife, he put on his clothes and rushed out of the house, asking the man on the other end of the phone.

When he first received the call, he thought he was too tired to wake up, but he didn't expect it to be true.

"Yes, sir, that monster is very powerful."

"My colleagues at the Hell's Kitchen branch can't stop the monsters at all. They don't even have as much firepower as those gangsters."

This is really a ironic situation!

Those high-ranking officials, consortiums and gangs made an agreement to maintain the "peace" of Hell's Kitchen and squeeze out every drop of profit.

Now they finally tasted the pain. The firepower of the police in Hell's Kitchen Precinct was not as heavy as that of the gangs.

George Stacey became very angry when he thought that this year's bonus was wasted again and he had to deal with those annoying and difficult reporters at the press conference.

In fact, the inaction of the police in Hell's Kitchen is no better than that of the police in the DC world next door.

"You ask them to hold on for a while and notify colleagues from other branches to come over. I will notify the special departments above."

"Every day I step in and do something."

Old George got in the car and hurried to the scene.

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The gangsters and Hand ninjas' attacks on "Dark Night Bloods" Megiddo continue, but with little effect.

Megiddo is a product of another world, and this Megiddo has been strengthened by Chumo.

Basically, human firearm strikes have no subsequent effect.

Hell's Kitchen Gangsters' Mood Score: +0.01

Hell's Kitchen Gangsters' Mood Score: +0.01

Hell's Kitchen Gangsters' Mood Score: +0.01

Hell's Kitchen Gangsters' Mood Score: +0.01

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In a room in the distance, looking at the explosion flames below, a burly figure was thinking.

He saw the destructive power of Megiddo below.

One "processing factory" after another was reduced to nothing, and the machines and handfuls of white washing powder inside all turned into flames.

The gangsters who kept rushing forward were hit by Megiddo's power and turned into blood-red crystals.

Even those Hand ninjas were hit and turned into crystals.

"Mrs. Gao, none of your ninjas have been resurrected. Aren't you worried?"

Kingpin, who was tall and muscular, said, this big fat man is the underworld emperor of New York.

And he was not the only one in the room. Next to him, an old woman was also looking at the scene in front of her.

"There are no more ninjas, we can still train them again."

"And this monster has destroyed many of my factories. When my ninjas get into hands with it, there is no reason to retreat."

"Kingpin, didn't you let those other gangsters go up to maintain your own balance?"

"To maintain your position."

Mrs. Gao had a calm face, said cruel words, and did not forget to ask Jin Bing's thoughts.

Kingpin withdrew his gaze and sat on his chair, which was the symbol of the New York underworld emperor.

"I don't care, and neither do you."

"Yes, I don't care either. You know what I want."

After Mrs. Gao answered, she left, leaving only Jin Bin in the room.

"What's going on with this monster?"

Although Kingpin didn't care, he was still surprised by Megiddo's power.

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"How's the situation?"

Old George hurried in, dusty and dusty, clutching a Chicago typewriter behind him.

Old George rushed to the Hell's Kitchen branch headquarters as quickly as possible. In order to get here quickly, he even ran through several red lights.

He has already notified the special department above. All he needs to do now is direct the police to resist those people until they take over.

"Director, now we have good news and bad news."

The Hell's Kitchen Bureau Chief said to George.

"Let's talk about it, but let's talk about it first."

"The good thing is that the attacks by gangsters and ninjas have begun to decrease. They seem to have been almost wiped out. The activities of gangsters can be reduced a lot in the future."

"Also because of this, the bad break is that there is no firepower from the gangsters and those ninjas to attract the monster. Not only was it not injured before, but it now looks like it is leaving Hell's Kitchen and going outside."

The branch director said with an ugly face, originally he just had to go around and collect bribes from gangsters every day.

Now that his good days are over, today's Hell's Kitchen is sure to attract the world's attention.

Once the matter is over, I will definitely be a good candidate to take the blame.

"What good news is this!"

Usually I just focus on collecting money, but now I have no weapons to fight at the critical moment. Now that things have happened, I still say there is good news.

This guy is still trying to avoid the important and take the easy way out, to divert his attention.

Damn, this is so annoying.

Old George laughed angrily, this guy really gave himself a surprise.

"Forget it, other colleagues outside are here too."

"You go out and charge, hurry up!"

Holding the Chicago typewriter he brought with him in one hand, Old George gestured to the branch chief and then walked out.

Old George no longer cares about it. He wants to lead the other branch colleagues to resist the monster's advance.

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"Group A will support me. Group B will carry the injured people down quickly. Group C will use grenades."

Old George has been resisting Megiddo's attack for some time. An elite team wearing explosion-proof clothing and explosion-proof shields built a wall to block Megiddo's attack.

"Damn bullshit Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency, the name is long and hard to pronounce, and it's so slow to come."

Old George was swearing. Sure enough, the longer the name, the more serious and useful it is. This bullshit Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency will never come again.

We are all going to die.

Old George thought to himself that all the good things he had tonight were gone.

"Da da da da da!"

"Da da da da da!"

"Da da da da da!"

As if Cao Cao Cao Cao was about to arrive, the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Bureau finally came to the rescue.

A Quinjet launched an attack, and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s special bullets were continuously fired at Megiddo.

When Old George saw it, he could finally leave.

"Hey, ah!"

Megiddo felt the pain. He was injured. It turned out that the weapons on the Quinjet were changed, and energy rays were shot at it.

Megiddo is wounded.

"Keep attacking, energy weapons will work on it."

Agent Coulson said to Black Widow Natasha and Hawkeye Barton.

Seeing that the blood-red monster on the ground was injured, he quickly ordered to chase the monster.

This monster gave him a bad feeling. The bright red color reminded him of the murderous young man from the funeral parlor.

These attacking energy weapons are the collection of S.H.I.E.L.D. and were the trophies of the Red Skull captured by Captain America on the battlefield of World War II.

"Damn you."

"Dark Night Vampire" Megiddo roared, and the bloody abilities gathered on it.

Its whole body was filled with blood-red energy. The energy gathered together, and a blood-colored crystallized sword appeared in its hand.

It opened its folded wings behind it, flapped its ferocious blood-red bat wings, and flew up into the night sky.

After a while, it appeared in front of the SHIELD Quinjet, and energy began to gather on its crystallized sword.

"Get out of the way."

Agent Coulson shouted hurriedly, but unfortunately it was already too late.

It was seen using the crystallized sword in its hand to wave blood-red blades of light, attacking the Quinjet in the sky and the retreating police officers on the ground.

"Shhhhh!"

"Crack!"

The sound of the light blade breaking through the air and the terrifying sound of objects being smashed indicate its power.

It, Megiddo, the "Dark Night Blood Tribe" will challenge everyone today and carry everyone.

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