"Put that criminal down! Everyone, hands on your heads! Stop resisting immediately!"
An ear-splitting voice over a loudspeaker, accompanied by the thunderous roar of helicopter rotors, erupted without warning above Flushing Meadows Park.
Several blinding searchlight beams descended from the sky, locking onto Yang Ming as he stood in the middle of the wreckage.
Yang Ming held the deeply unconscious Ivan Vanko like a torn, leaking sack. He narrowed his eyes slightly and raised a hand to shield them from the glare, cold light glinting off his gold-rimmed glasses.
Rumble-
More than a dozen heavy armored vehicles painted army green smashed through the wire fence around the park and barreled into the main venue.
Fully armed American soldiers poured out like a tide, setting up a cordon with practiced efficiency.
The dark muzzles of hundreds of M4A1 assault rifles fitted with infrared sights pointed in unison at Yang Ming, Jessica, Retsu Unohana, and Thor and Loki nearby.
A black military Humvee stopped at the front, and its door was shoved open.
General Thaddeus Ross strode out in a crisp military uniform, his chest covered in medals and half a cigar held between his fingers. His wrinkled face radiated overbearing arrogance and an air that brooked no argument.
"Yang Ming. You again, that back-alley doctor from Hell's Kitchen." General Ross snorted, his greedy gaze sweeping over the scattered Iron Soldier wreckage before fixing on Ivan in Yang Ming's hand.
"Hand over that Russian and the armor wreckage on the ground. He's a national-level terrorist, a strategic asset posing a serious threat to national security. The military is taking full control!" Thaddeus Ross exhaled a cloud of smoke, his tone as imperious as if he were issuing a royal decree.
Yang Ming did not move. He merely adjusted his glasses at his