What was happening at the United Nations Headquarters in Manhattan had become the most eye-catching news in the world. Two gigantic War Machines suddenly began to move, and it felt as though the entire city could hear the thunderous roar of steel whenever those massive machines set foot on the ground. Apart from Manhattan's broad north-south avenues, which were barely wide enough for the War Machines to pass through, all the east-west streets were too narrow to accommodate machines of that size. Yet the footage captured by news helicopters made New Yorkers forget that obvious fact. Some had seen the War Machines standing before the Hungarian Parliament Building on the news, but most had no concept of the scale of either the building or the machines. Now that these colossal war machines in New York had begun operating, and everyone could hear their thunderous steel footsteps, the instinctive fear of enormous objects easily seized all human attention.
Panic began to spread. Many people started driving out of New York, and within minutes, several bridges leading to New Jersey and out of New York City were packed solid with private cars, from luxury vehicles to battered old wrecks. Agitated horns and crimson taillights spilled onto several major outbound roads like a clogged river. Many people on Manhattan's west side also began fleeing, whether or not they would truly be affected. But not everyone wanted to leave. Whenever chaos erupted, there were always people looking to profit from disaster. Even if they had no idea whether their fate would be good or bad, they still reveled in the satisfaction of wielding power and wealth in that moment. George Stacy awkwardly offered his sympathies to the grim-faced Pepper Potts, then prepared to deploy every officer still on duty to maintain order.
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