"Ratatatat-!"
Muzzle flames from heavy-caliber machine guns tore through the night sky over Flushing Meadows Park, their tracers weaving a web of death.
"Aaaah! Help!"
"My leg! Somebody help me!"
The once-bustling VIP dining area became a blood-soaked hell in an instant. Celebrities and wealthy guests stumbled and scrambled toward the exits.
Yet amid the wreckage and panic, the people at one table remained utterly unruffled, not even shifting half an inch from their chairs.
"This bluefin tuna really does taste good. They just sliced it a little too thick." Yang Ming leisurely swirled half a glass of Bordeaux, as though the flying bullets and fiery explosions around him were merely fireworks arranged for the dinner party.
"Clack, clack, clack!"
Three army-model Iron Soldiers swiveled their cold mechanical heads, their blood-red electronic eyes instantly locking onto the incongruous group. Their dark gun barrels rose in unison.
"Boss, they don't seem to like us very much." Jessica frowned, holding a half-eaten piece of lobster.
"Thor." Yang Ming gave the instruction without even lifting his eyelids.
"Carry your sister out of here. Find somewhere safe to hide. Don't let stray bullets damage my unpaid cleaner. She still owes me a hundred years of work. If she loses an arm or a leg, I'll consider you in breach of contract."
"Understood, boss!"
Thor, who had been furiously gnawing on a king crab claw, immediately dropped his food. He wiped the grease from his mouth, strode over to Loki, and reached out with one powerful arm without another word.
"What are you doing-how dare you!"
Before Loki could react, Thor had tucked her firmly under his arm, head down, as though she were a sack of cement.
"You brainless idiot! Put me down!" Loki shrieked furiously, kicking her legs in the air. **"I'm the