Alvin spent the whole day making a round of New York's empty streets.
The Venomous Flower Vine thoroughly cleared out New York's underground pipes...
Alvin didn't know whether this would completely solve the problem, but judging by the number of rats on New York's streets, it seemed to have helped.
Whether the contaminated areas underground would keep producing those crazy rats in the future wasn't something Alvin needed to worry about.
Word was that Clark Gable, the boss of Hell's Kitchen, was still asking around to see if he could breed those crazy rats, but Chief George had flatly refused.
The Gang boss with an imagination that knew no bounds was reportedly organizing lawyers to take on City Government.
"I'm not even allowed to raise a few rats? Is there any freedom left in the United States?"
By the time Alvin reached Broadway Avenue, a stretch of road over two kilometers long had been reduced to rubble.
The buildings lining both sides of the street had held up reasonably well. Aside from a few shops that had been smashed at the beginning, the rest were mostly intact.
A long stretch of the Hudson River's mudflats had turned into a swamp.
Alvin left his car and walked with his hands in his pockets to a spot where a crowd had gathered to watch. He glanced at Hela, who was training Maximus to pounce and bite by the riverbank, then turned to a muscular man nearby and said, "How long have they been at it? If they keep going, none of us will get any sleep tonight..."
As Alvin spoke, Maximus finally showed a little backbone on the mudflat.
With Hela riding on his back and directing him, the lazy Maximus reluctantly moved his thick, broken legs. He bared his teeth, drooled