On the rooftop, the sirens and gunfire faded away.
The man smiled.
"Alright, it's our turn to make an entrance."
With that, the two of them headed downstairs...
Frank and the others retreated from the building.
The Tyrants and the Goliath Giants followed close behind. As for the Fighting Wolves, nearly half of them had been lost in this battle.
This was where the Fighting Wolves' weakness showed.
In a real fight, when the enemy was prepared, their shortcomings became obvious.
George Stacy stared at Noah's biological weapons, his face full of shock.
He had heard some rumors before, but this was the first time he had actually seen them.
Even Coulson's expression turned grave.
He had naturally expected there to be Tyrants here.
Even the Tyrants he had brought were Umbrella products. How could Noah Allen, as Umbrella's leader, possibly have no reserves?
But he had never even heard of Goliath Giants.
Leaving aside everything else, their terrifying bodies, over five meters tall, radiated an overwhelming sense of pressure.
And those enormous arms—no one doubted their destructive power.
Faced with these artificial monsters, Coulson felt the same way he had when he had first faced a wild beast barehanded years ago.
It was a fear that left him completely unable to move.
Fortunately, he quickly regained his composure.
The Tyrants they had brought were only meant to put some pressure on Noah Allen. They had no intention of fighting.
The situation was still under their control!
"Boss, what's going on?"
Frank asked.
Wade curled his lips. Today's fight felt like someone had made him take off his pants, only to pull them back up halfway through.
Damn irritating!
No other words could describe how he felt right now.
Noah said quietly:
"S.H.I.E.L.D. wants Hell's Kitchen to settle down peacefully.