The Wizard of Winterhold In Marvel Universe

Hulk and Abomination, two giant beasts roaring and fighting on the streets of Manhattan.

Cars, street lamps, and everything within reach can become their weapons, with bright green blood splashing everywhere.

The helicopters of the military and major media were buzzing in the air, and the major TV stations would naturally not miss this blockbuster news, flocking like sharks smelling blood. A female reporter grabbed the edge of the cabin, half of her body sticking out of the plane, her long golden hair scattered in the wind:

"Audience friends, are you seeing a movie, not an advertisement, but the streets of New York at this moment! Did you see that there are two terrifying monsters fighting fiercely! We don't know if this is an alien invasion, or An evil experiment by the government, or the work of some mad scientist. But there is no doubt that they are terribly threatening the public safety of New Yorkers!"

"The response of the military and the police seems to be very fast, and they have already arrived at the scene in just half an hour. But their role is almost comparable to that of an old grandmother with a walking stick! Please, taxpayers have worked hard and raised them. Such a useless institution?"

"We saw that the military's machine guns didn't hurt the monsters at all, oh, what did I see? That gray monster squeezed the rockets with its bare hands? Give it a shot, soldiers! Take out the rockets you used when you were in Korea and Japan. Come with prestige!"

The reporter shouted loudly at an altitude of 800 meters, but the troops on the ground were suffering.

These two monsters from nowhere are wreaking havoc in New York City. Their rifles and machine guns can only pop out a little spark when they hit each other's skin.

The individual rocket launcher is more like a toy. The rockets it shoots are gently squeezed by hatred, and it sounds like a dull thunder.

And the tanks transferred from the military region were trapped five blocks away due to the traffic jam caused by the panic of the crowd, and could not get close to the accident site at all.

And also because the crowd is too dense, fighters and bombers are equally tied, and no one can take responsibility for indiscriminate attacks.

In addition to this, weapons that can be used in a short period of time and have greater power are not without them. Only in the outskirts, there is a missile base that is ready to go; and in the farther bay, the military leaders have urgently dispatched a cruiser fleet.

However, it was a last resort plan. After all, this is New York, one of the most representative and cosmopolitan cities in the United States. Every move here affects the senses of people all over the world.

If it really gets to the point where missiles need to be used in New York, and the aftermath of this event can be comparable to the collapse of the Twin Towers, then the days when the United States slips from world hegemony are not far away.

"Inform the soldiers on the front line, stand up to me! Never take a step back, behind them is the whole of New York! The battle must be controlled within a local area, or I will send the on-site commander to a military court!"

Banner's father-in-law, the culprit behind all this, General Ross is on the helicopter, trying his best to control the situation:

"Inform all the armed helicopters present to give the big man some support!"

"Sir, which one do we help?" asked the soldier next to him who was controlling the onboard Gatling gun.

"Nonsense!" Ross glared at him: "Of course it's the green one! Give me all the fire with the gray one!"

It is conceivable that after doing such a thing in the downtown area of ​​New York, it is impossible for him to sit under his **** any longer. Now his only hope is to help Banner win, and then make a deal with someone with this rare 'Hulk'.

The camera shifts to the battle scene.

"Fuck him, take the lives of my brothers and give him military merit?"

Snapped! The walkie-talkie was smashed into pieces, and the lieutenant colonel was still upset and stomped on both feet.

"What should we do? How could this kind of monster be stopped by manpower?" The adjutant beside him was lying in the makeshift trench, holding up the telescope worriedly.

"There's no way to defeat them just by fighting, so we have to find a way. Haven't the tank companies arrived yet?"

"The first row and the third row are all blocked in the middle of the road; the second row makes a circle, and you can reach the other side of the street in fifteen minutes."

"Very good. I just observed it for a while and saw a little sign. Obviously, that gray guy has no brains. I will mobilize all the machine guns, light and heavy weapons in a while, and focus on the gray cub."

"Then let the second row fire to attract its attention when it is drawn over?"

"Yes. As long as the time for the evacuation of the masses is delayed, the signal will be sent immediately to let the planes and missiles focus on fire, and destroy these two sons of a bitch. Fuck, Ross's military exploits are military exploits, and the life of my subordinates is not life. ?"

Behind them, the SWAT police are nervously setting up emergency shelters on the street to evacuate pedestrians and vehicles; while the news helicopter is flying lower and lower, the photographer can't wait to put the lens into the monster's mouth:

"Look everyone! The soldiers on the ground are running fast. Did the commander come up with an idea? Oh, they are trying to focus fire! But obviously, this does nothing but make the monster angry. No! It's sad that my three-year-old son could come up with such a simple tactic."

"Can't we just sit back and watch these two monsters wreak havoc~www.novelmt.com~ but can't do anything? Where are the heroes? Where are the watchmen? I have to say, viewers, the slowness of the 'watchmen' this time. We are very sorry for the reaction, they may not be worthy of the people's adoration..."

"Oh! What is that?"

Suddenly, the sharp-eyed photographer aimed his lens at the top of a tall building outside the battlefield. There, a few tin men were standing in the howling cold wind, and behind them, a circle of light was slowly disappearing.

Suddenly, they all looked at this news helicopter in unison.

"Are those Watchmen? Where did they come from? Audiences...wait!! What happened!!! Help - we got hit! Help -!!"

The tail of the helicopter was slashed by a car door, lost its balance immediately, and descended rapidly in a spiral with billowing smoke;

Just a few seconds later, with the sound of 'boom' and the dazzling light, the news helicopter exploded into a big fireball, burning roaringly in the rubble.

On the ground, Hate looked at the wreckage of the helicopter and spat in disdain.

"Why don't you try to save it?" Skye asked while standing on the roof looking into the distance.

"I'm not happy," Nolan replied.

"If Peter was here, he would definitely take the initiative to rescue him. Maybe he would have to fight these two guys. By the way, where did Peter go?"

Frank tried to call out to Peter Parker, but no one responded.

"Never mind him, it's his regret that he didn't catch up with this big show. Now it's time for us to perform." Nolan slowly twisted his neck, then stepped on the flames and rose into the sky.

Behind him, three figures rushed out.