William wanted to turn back and stop the brutality, but it was too late. In just a few seconds, the riot-control robots specially designed by Tony Stark had cleared the street, and the marchers' bodies had been torn to pieces by the autocannons.
Spider-UK could do nothing. He could not bring the dead back to life, and in the end, he could only sigh.
"I've seen countless Single Universes and watched people's joys and sorrows, but I've never seen any reality quite like this one."
"Stay calm. None of us knows who these marchers are. What if they're all Hydra?" Su Ming was far more composed. He walked across the lawn with his hands behind his back. "We don't know the full story. Getting involved in Another World's affairs based on this one scene would not be wise."
Indeed, Hydra on Earth-1610 was an extremely thorough underground organization. They always liked to disguise themselves as innocent civilians to carry out terrorist attacks, and the Minuteman uprisings across the United States had been their doing.
Beyond Central Park was Fifth Avenue, lined with high-end luxury stores and leading toward the Upper East Side, where the wealthy lived. This was hardly a popular route for a march.
What decent person came to New York to protest?
They all went to Washington D.C., where they could stage sit-ins in front of the White House. Putting pressure on the president had a much better outcome than offending capitalists.
If Su Ming had to judge for himself, he would also find these marchers highly suspicious.
Maybe they had been incited by someone. Maybe they really were innocent. But none of that had anything to do with their group.
William took a deep breath, wanting to say something.
But at that moment, explosions erupted among the