Eerie Marksmanship

Outside, George Stacy was so furious his nose practically twisted out of shape.

He had mobilized so many officers, yet they still could not take down one tiny warehouse.

The gangsters' firepower was even stronger than theirs.

"Damn Hell's Kitchen!"

George Stacy cursed bitterly.

Fortunately, reinforcements would arrive soon.

Once this incident was over, he would definitely report it to the NYPD and use this opportunity to thoroughly investigate the entire Clinton District.

For these gangs to wield such power in Hell's Kitchen, the people behind them had contributed no small amount.

In the past, there had been little evidence to move against these gangs, and they had worried about causing unrest in Clinton.

But now that these gangsters even dared to bring out rocket launchers, even if someone higher up wanted to stop them, they could not.

This was the government's bottom line!

But the problem now was that they had to deal with the enemies in front of them first.

If they mobilized so many officers, paid such a heavy price, and still let these people escape, then no matter what came afterward, it would have nothing to do with him.

"Where are they? Why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet!"

George Stacy roared.

Beside him, his deputy said helplessly, "Boss, I just contacted them. They'll need at least another fifteen minutes."

"Fifteen minutes? Are they riding turtles here!"

George Stacy's face turned livid as he once again experienced the efficiency of Hell's Kitchen police.

Just then, an explosive boom rang out.

George Stacy jumped, only to realize that the blast had not come from nearby, but from inside the warehouse.

Something had happened inside?

That sound clearly meant something beyond their expectations had occurred within the warehouse.

Then he noticed that the gunfire at the front entrance had weakened considerably.

George Stacy's eyes lit up.

This was a good opportunity.

"Everyone, charge in with me!"

Though it was somewhat risky, this was their best chance.

No matter what had happened inside, that explosion alone told him it was good news for them.

Inside the warehouse, Noah's expression was grim.

Blood flowed from his left arm.

As for the explosion just now, a bullet had struck an oil drum, causing it to explode.

If he had not reacted quickly, even if the bullet had not killed him, the blast would have.

This explosion alone had wiped out over half of his Corpse-Eating Insects, and even one of the zombie hounds had died.

Hiding behind a concrete pillar, Noah considered the position from which the enemy had fired.

This was an expert, without a doubt.

A shot hitting an oil drum would not necessarily cause an explosion. In fact, it was more likely not to.

For the other party to accomplish it with a single shot spoke for itself.

And there was that bullet as well. He had not even seen the person before it struck his arm. Fortunately, the wound was not deep and had no real effect on him.

Countless Corpse-Eating Insects and zombie hounds were around him. If anyone had been nearby, the zombie hounds or Corpse-Eating Insects would have attacked them long ago.

Just then, a gunshot cracked.

A bullet hole appeared beside his ear.

The flying fragments of stone even cut his cheek.

Cold sweat trickled down Noah's face.

The Corpse-Eating Insects were still outside, and under his command, they had already spread outward.

Yet even under these circumstances, they had failed to detect the enemy.

The other party was clearly no ordinary person!

He had been careless.

He had actually forgotten that this was the Marvel world, where all sorts of strange powers emerged without end.

Even the entire Earth was probably no more than a fly that certain beings could swat to death with a casual slap.

He had originally thought that in this era before Iron Man emerged, no strange powers would surface.

But he had obviously been wrong!

Most terrifying of all, he, an ordinary person who had only just gained some ability to protect himself, had actually begun to grow overconfident.

Noah took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

No rush.

He was not the one who should be anxious now.

Even if these methods of his were exposed, at most the police would keep a close eye on him, and S.H.I.E.L.D. would add him to its list.

What he needed to deal with was the trouble that would come afterward.

But his enemies did not have the capital to drag this out with him.

With that in mind, Noah continued spreading the Corpse-Eating Insects like mad.

At the same time, he consumed massive amounts of energy and resource reserves to create even more Corpse-Eating Insects.

As for the zombie dogs, they all concealed themselves.

To a sharpshooter who never missed, these weapons with obvious weaknesses were nothing more than living targets.

Only when the enemy drew close would these zombie dogs have their chance to shine.

Even in such a dangerous situation, he remained confident.

He had zombie dogs to fend off surprise attacks, Corpse-Eating Insects to track down the enemy, and time was on his side as well.

Timing, terrain, and popular support were all on his side. He held an absolute advantage.

But who exactly was the enemy?

Noah's thoughts raced, but he could not figure it out and could only suppress those thoughts.

The Marvel world he had known in his previous life had only consisted of scattered fragments. The real Marvel world was far more complicated than he had imagined.

But what worried him most was whether this world was really just a simple Marvel movie world.

He thought of a film where an expert marksman could use a shooting technique that made bullets curve.

If that were the case, then this world was far more complicated than he had imagined.

Though he had thought so much, only a few seconds had actually passed.

Noah called out loudly.

"This place is already surrounded by the police, and I doubt you have any certainty of killing me. Why not leave now?"

He was testing the other side.

But there was no response.

Only another gunshot.

Noah's face darkened. At the same time, the Corpse-Eating Insects rapidly converged on the place where the shot had come from.

But he did not expect those Corpse-Eating Insects to achieve much.

The other party was too far away.

If this method worked, the Corpse-Eating Insects would have found the person long ago.

Still, what he was doing was not without purpose.

At the very least, he was gradually squeezing the other party's room to survive.

Just as the two sides were locked in a stalemate.

Baldy rushed over with his men.

Such a huge explosion had occurred inside the warehouse, so naturally he could not remain at ease out front.

Hearing a large number of footsteps, Noah's eyes lit up.

The next instant, countless Corpse-Eating Insects beat their wings and soared into the air.

Screams rang out at once.

Baldy reacted quickly and immediately ducked into cover.

But his face had already gone deathly pale.

"Where are the flamethrowers? Hurry up and burn these disgusting things to death!"

He cursed as he spoke.

He felt some regret. In his haste, he had forgotten about those insects.

Soon, the flamethrowers were set up, and countless Corpse-Eating Insects were burned to death.

The remaining Corpse-Eating Insects quickly retreated over a wide area.

At that moment, the man in the shadows cursed those idiots.

The target was gone!

The chaos just now had made him lose sight of his target.

Meanwhile, the gunfire had already moved from outside the warehouse to inside it.

Clearly, with Baldy and the others gone, the warehouse entrance had been breached.

After assessing the situation, he had already begun considering retreat.

Under these circumstances, it was no longer suitable to keep fighting.

These gang members would only get in the way.

Next time, he planned to do things his own way.

Just as he quietly backed away, a teasing voice rang out.

"Where do you think you're going?"

In an instant, every hair on his body stood on end as a deadly sense of danger washed over him.