Chapter 1548 After the War

The fierce fighting in India ended quickly...

Because of the effect of the dragon's blood, a large number of "猰貐" were attracted to the temporary camp and bombed intensively...

A bunch of idle monsters in Hell's Kitchen, led by their eldest brother "Dabai", killed every one of those "猰貐" who had survived the aerial bombing.

As for the remaining scattered "猰貐", they have no resistance at all to the "civilian armed forces" in Hell's Kitchen.

Speaking of which, they can be regarded as monsters originating from the wilderness era...

But for a bunch of monsters at the bottom of the food chain in the wilderness, who relied on numbers to survive until now, no matter how strong they are, there is a limit...

As long as large-caliber bullets are still useful to them and their quantity does not reach the point of causing quantitative changes, their harm to the Hell's Kitchen gang is actually very limited.

Not to mention the people in Hell's Kitchen, even New Yorkers are a little used to monsters!

Alvin ended his own battle and handed over the remaining scattered "猰貐" to the Indian military to deal with.

Those people were free to chase the members of the Gunslingers Association, so it was really not in line with Alvin's character not to cause them some trouble.

Send the excited Frank back to Niederwenier, where he needs to hand over things in his hands.

Then Alvin opened the door and sent Dr. Ethan and the dragon's body back to the school...

This incident is a big deal. The live battle in India has been spread all over the Internet through first-hand videos on Facebook.

The Prime Minister of India even held an emergency press conference to declare martial law in northern India and expressed his gratitude to the New York police for their military support.

This news made the American military unable to sit still...

When did a bunch of police forces really start to become the "world police"?

The three aces sent by the Ministry of National Defense to the aerospace aircraft carrier had to take off again at the urging of those masters...

They made use of India's logistics and led three smart fighter jets to assist the Indian side in encircling and suppressing the few remaining "Yangqi".

Unfortunately, the three smart fighter jets had no experience in dealing with Indian arms. Two of them destroyed themselves because the missiles did not escape completely...

A large part of the plane disappeared near the Himalayas, and even the black box could not be recovered.

Lockheed Martin executives had no choice but to place a call for help on Pepper's cell phone.

Everyone knows the relationship between Stark Group and Alvin, and even Alvin’s position as president still has legal effect...

Now only Alvin has the ability to help recover those aircraft fragments containing sixth-generation fighter technology...

However, our strong woman is trapped in the dilemma of raising her children alone and has no time to help them coordinate their relationship with Alvin.

And Pepper knew very well, how could Alvin have time to find some plane debris for others?

As a last resort, Lockheed Martin had to put pressure on Congress.

The United States urgently deployed a Marine Corps to the Indian border...

On the one hand, in response to India's "gratitude", on the other hand, they will supervise the Indian military's assistance in finding the aircraft wreckage...

And the three unlucky ace pilots became scapegoats. They must fly the plane to find the location of the smart fighter wreckage within the specified time...

Otherwise, their results will be extremely disastrous!

But Alvin didn't care too much about these things. He opened the space door and called Old Parker...

As Dr. Ethan carefully moved the dragon's body...

Alvin looked through the space door and found that the excitement in the school was a bit unexpected...

New York media cannot enter the school...

So they sent dozens of drones flying over the school. Even if a few were shot down by security guards, they could not dampen their enthusiasm.

The emergency team and gang gunmen gradually withdrew from the school...

A large number of media reporters gathered around them to get first-hand information...

The emergency response team is used to this situation and knows how to respond...

They dismissed the fanatical reporters with "no comment" and then drove away in domineering armored vehicles...

But the same cannot be said for those gangster gunmen...

A Mexican gang gunman was blocked by two female reporters next to the broadcast truck. He stared at the pair of big breasts in front of him with bulging eyes, as if he was remembering his mother...

Two female reporters belonging to different TV stations saw that there was something going on. They looked at each other and quickly reached an agreement...

Their exclusive photographers tacitly isolate others, leaving space for their reporters to get real first-hand information.

Looking at the gangster gunman in front of me who is not very tall, but whose equipment looks even worse than that of the Delta...

A reporter with honey-colored skin puffed up his majestic chest and asked the gunman: "Which army do you belong to?

Is it special forces?

What kind of monster are you dealing with? Is there anything else that looks like a dragon?

Is New York in danger? "

The Mexican gunman was stunned for a moment. He glanced at the chaotic scene nearby, then stared obscenely at the chests of the two reporters and said: "We are not a special force...

I'm a truck driver for Pluto Pharmaceuticals...

See that monster?

I stole two scales from the camp. If you two ladies are willing, you can come to my residence and I can share them with you..."

The big-breasted white reporter next to him looked at the big yellow teeth exposed by the Mexican gunman whose smile suddenly turned lewd, and the strong smell of marijuana...

Holding the deep groove on his chest and carefully taking two steps back, the white reporter cautiously said, "Aren't you a soldier?"

The Mexican gunman was obviously dissatisfied with the reaction of the white reporter. He said unhappily: "Yes, we are not soldiers, but we protect this place!

I'm much more reliable than those soldiers you talk about who drive tanks to provide disaster relief! "

As he spoke, the Mexican gunman took out a business card and handed it to the honey-skinned reporter...

Then, before the two of them could ask questions again, he reached out and pressed the white reporter's chest, pushed her aside forcefully, and left here "proudly"...

When passing by the camera, the Mexican gunman hesitated and said to the camera: "I didn't do it! I was wrongly accused..."

The white female reporter opened her mouth, raised her hands and looked at the handprints with gun oil on her chest in disbelief, and let out a scream like a duck...

The honey-skinned female reporter looked at her colleague with disdain...

This female reporter, who was obviously familiar with the street situation, made a gesture to her photographer, then pressed the communicator and said to the director behind: "Look for wanted warrants in various states...

That guy just now must be a wanted criminal!

When I went to prisons for interviews, the most common sentence I heard was ‘I didn’t do that! ’”

As she spoke, the honey-skinned female reporter lowered her head and walked out, while speaking into the communicator: "I think I discovered a big news...

During World War II in New York, the legendary "Hell's Kitchen Special Forces"...

We could do a feature on ‘Hell’s Kitchen under the protection of gangsters’…

These guys don't seem to be difficult to deal with! "

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While the school was busy outside, the students inside the school, with the help of several winter soldiers from the Department of Punishment, began to take photos with the head of the giant dragon...

The red dragon's truck-sized faucet was straightened, and several steel pipes were pressed against the dragon's teeth in a hidden position, giving it a terrifying grin...

A pot of dragon's blood is placed at the feet of a tall Winter Soldier. Children in need can come over and get some and smear it on their faces to take a photo with the dragon.

Old Parker didn't return to school from the other side of the space door until nearly 10 o'clock in the evening...

This kind old man hugged Hyperion with his eyes wide open...

Old Parker, who was in a very good mood, patted the heads of several boys who didn't want to sleep in the dormitory, and then smiled and told them to get out...

A teenage black boy, before leaving, jumped up and glanced at Hyperion in Old Parker's arms. He asked curiously: "Dad Parker, is this your child?"

Old Parker nodded proudly and said with a smile: "Yes, this is my child...

His name is Hyperion!

You little bastards always cause me trouble by running fast. You should be more careful in the future...

Hyperion will beat you up for me! "

The black boy glanced sideways at the quiet Hyperion and said, "Come on, dad...

The white boys won’t be able to catch us in another ten years! "

As he said this, the black boy gave Old Parker a very loyal blow on his chest, and said righteously: "But I will protect this boy from now on!

For dad's sake..."

After hearing this, Old Parker gave the black boy a funny kick and said with a smile: "Get out of here, Bourne has already started to look at the watch..."

Unless you want to sleep in the solitary room, go back to the dormitory! "

As he spoke, Old Parker looked at the panicked back of the black boy and shouted with a smile: "Remember to wash your feet before going to bed. The smelly mosquitoes in your dormitory will not want to come in!"

After sending away a few restless boys, Old Parker took out his phone and called his wife...

"Honey, are you asleep?"

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"Wait for me, Alvin brings me a precious gift!"

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"A child, a lovely child!

A sweet kid that we get to watch grow up! "

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Old Parker heard the excited voice of the wife on the other side of the phone, and he hung up the phone with a smile.

Looking at the lively Hyperion in his arms, Old Parker smiled and made a face and said: "I'm sorry to describe you as a gift...

But your arrival is a gift to us!

I still have the kid's chair and crib I made for Peter, so I hope you don't mind using the old stuff.

Your brother is a restless bad guy, you can't do that in the future...

When you grow up, it would be best if you can push Mei and me to the park together with Peter..."

Hyperion's pure golden eyes looked at the kind-faced old Parker...

"Ah, ah~"

Seeing Hyperion making childish calls, he tried hard to reach out and touch his old face...

Old Parker happily lowered his head and kissed Hyperion's little hand, looked at the pair of golden eyes, and said with a smile: "You are lucky, and so am I!

I'm going to call Peter and Zach and let them know they have a little brother...

Mei must like you very much, but it's best not to act too good...

You have to give Mei a chance to nag you, and also give yourself a chance to make her happy...

This is advice from old Parker! "