Fifteen million kilometers. It sounded like a terrifyingly large number.
But at a speed of forty kilometers per second, a spaceship could cover that distance in just over a hundred hours.
The drifting fleet that the Corn God had sent near Earth by warping space finally saw a glimmer of hope.
Alvin had spent three days in Borneo. By the time he returned to Hell's Kitchen, the alien fleet was about two days away from reaching Earth.
Of course, he hadn't just lazed around in Borneo...
Aside from indulging in a life of excess, he'd also contacted Raymond.
The forces of Hell's Kitchen were quickly brought together...
All the battles they'd fought in the past had been unexpected. No one seemed to think there was much difficulty in preparing for a fight this time.
Everyone carried on with their lives as usual, except they kept a couple extra boxes of bullets in their cars and checked each day to make sure the RPG in the trunk was in good shape.
The Avengers had returned to Hell's Kitchen, Gang gunmen had been organized, the Demon Hunters were ready to go, and the school security guards were raring for a fight...
This unlucky place had taken its tradition of being "warlike" to the extreme!
Alexei, who'd returned to Hell's Kitchen from Peru, had organized a massive weapons sale.
High-end U.S. Army weapons were spread out along the roadside like cheap vegetables, offered at rock-bottom prices to anyone who needed them.
Unfortunately, there weren't many takers. Anyone who needed a gun already had one. People might pick up some bullets, a few RPGs, and some grenades in bulk, but that was about it.
People in Hell's Kitchen were practical. Some didn't even want grenades. After all, those things weren't very safe, had an