The moment Alvin stepped into Harlem, if you looked down from the sky, you would see...
Those brave souls flowing into Harlem's dry riverbed like trickling streams...
Dr. Yinsen's medical convoy, the Racing Family, even the convoy Hell's Kitchen had assembled to transport protective suits, along with a large group of police volunteers who had come from elsewhere, slowly entered Harlem under the lead of that "boss"...
As Alvin slowly walked down a Harlem street, Venom transformed into the familiar War God No. 3, a sight every New Yorker knew...
When a black battle axe covered in intricate patterns appeared in Alvin's hand, muffled cheers rose from the buildings all around.
Though this wasn't Hell's Kitchen, the arrival of Manhattan Axe still gradually calmed their anxious hearts.
Stark watched Alvin with a hint of envy, then taunted him through his helmet. "How does it feel to be the Savior?
Don't these people know I'm the one who made War God No. 3?
If I turned around and left, do you think they'd beg me to stay?"
Alvin laughed and slung an arm over Stark's shoulder, turning him around so they could walk at the front together.
First, he wanted to let this show-off "enjoy" some of the glory. Second, he wanted to keep him from getting mad when he saw Bucky.
Most importantly, Iron Man was the most popular superhero. The world's richest man was here to "wait for death" with them—what more could they possibly complain about?
Spicy Strips peddler Gonzales shoved aside a Chemical Defense Unit officer who was wearing a "Spacesuit," picking through his goods and voicing one complaint after another.
Gonzales slammed the back doors of the box truck shut, then glared at the officer. "Don't talk shit. This is authentic Chinese merchandise...
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