Battle of New York (3)

Another Leviathan was split in two and crashed onto the street.

The two enormous chunks of metal wreckage, trailing fire and thick smoke, smashed into separate office buildings. The glass curtain walls collapsed like waterfalls, while fragments of reinforced concrete rained down onto the streets below, setting off another wave of explosions and screams.

Chu Hang hovered in midair and felt the energy within him diminish again.

[Life Reversion]

was replenishing it rapidly, but not rapidly enough.

He looked up. Two more identical beasts emerged from the wormhole, followed by a dense swarm of aircraft like locusts pouring out of hell.

They were endless.

He had to close the door.

A scene from the movie flashed through his mind. Loki's scepter was the key to closing it.

And the activation device should have been on the roof of Stark Tower, operated by the mind-controlled Doctor Selvig.

He became a streak of golden light and returned to the terrace.

The place was empty, with only shattered glass and spilled liquor scattered across the ground.

There was no device, nor was there any Doctor Selvig.

Chu Hang rushed into the tower and searched every office on the top floor.

Still nothing.

"Fuck."

He cursed.

He had captured Loki too quickly, and the plot had changed. He had gotten used to following the map, but now the map was gone.

There was no choice. He would have to find it himself.

He closed his eyes and spread his senses to their limit.

[Spatial Perception]

The energy fluctuations across all of New York formed a three-dimensional map in his mind. Countless points of light representing living beings darted around in panic, mixed with the cold energy signatures of Chitauri Soldiers.

He filtered out the noise and focused on locating the