Meiman's eldest son of God

Chapter 23 Calm New York City

Mark parked his car near the Brooklyn Bridge, and the two of them walked to the Brooklyn Bridge.Mark was confident that the crisis could be resolved, but he had no intention of risking the car he rented.

At that time, if any parts fall off and damage the car, you will have to pay a large amount of compensation.

Looking at the cars that were constantly coming in and out, the young reporter said with some worry: "Is that guy really going to cause damage here?"

"Didn't you also receive the call? The other party obviously had a premeditated plan, and he also hacked into the nearby signal base station, otherwise he wouldn't have called everyone nearby. Until now, the police still have not found the other party clues, it can be said that the other party is quite strong." Mark said while walking towards the Brooklyn Bridge.

"Then what is the other party's purpose? Even that incident had a purpose!"

"Didn't he already tell us? The people above hid it from us. It's very simple. There must be some conflict between him and the people above. Even if you can find out the truth about this matter, your newspaper will not be able to find out the truth at all. Don’t dare to report it.”

What is certain is that this is definitely a mess left by those guys above.

Paper cannot contain the fire, and the news will eventually spread.Especially when so many people received the call at the scene, this kind of thing cannot be hidden at all. Some people dare to do anything to become famous and gain benefits. They don't care at all.

And the Brooklyn Bridge means nothing to them. They are just people living at the bottom of existence.

The TV station's helicopter circled crazily around the Brooklyn Bridge. Following the news relayed on the car radio, people heading to the Brooklyn Bridge took a detour.

At the same time, a large car accident occurred at both ends of the Brooklyn Bridge. Two large trucks rolled over and blocked the intersection.

If these two large trucks were just ordinary trains, that would be fine, but these two trucks were oil tankers.

Mark looked at the overturned oil tanker in the distance and the flames burning nearby. In a short time, the oil tanker would probably explode.

Even if firefighters arrived at the scene, there was no way to save him.

And through his amazing vision, Mark could determine that the driver of the tanker truck was now dead.

Two fresh lives passed away at this moment.But Mark didn't know whether they were martyrs who died for their beliefs, or innocent people who were implicated.

"Sure enough, I am the kind of person who can't sit back and ignore what I see is about to happen!" Mark said self-deprecatingly.

"You finally admitted it?" the young reporter standing aside teased.

"There is nothing to admit or not. These guys have pushed me to the edge. How can I continue to sit idly by?"

"It seems like you took the initiative to come and cause trouble for them!" The young reporter was still in danger and still didn't forget to undermine Mark.

"Okay, just prepare your interview lines!"

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As the first oil tanker exploded, intensive gunfire came from the center of the bridge in the distance.

Obviously the other party has already made plans and preparations.Not only did they send people to the Brooklyn Bridge in advance, but these guys also brought a large amount of ordnance.

The dense gunfire is definitely not something that ordinary pistols can cause.

Some of the citizens who were attacked immediately hid, and some bolder ones tried to fight back with their pistols, but these ordinary civilian pistols were no match for military weapons.

It would be difficult for ordinary pistols to penetrate the above car doors, but military weapons are different.

"Gotham City has a simple folk customs, and Arkham is full of talented people. New York City is calm and calm, and Stark is foolproof." Mark said, only then did he understand, and slowly walked towards the place where the gunfire was dense.

Even though the reporter didn't understand why the man in front of him was so bold, he always felt an inexplicable sense of security when he was next to him.

As a bullet passed by the little reporter, the little reporter vaguely saw the distortion in the air.He thought he was under too much pressure and was dazzled, but in fact it was not the result of dazzled eyes at all.

It was the shield on Mark that worked.

Several thugs suddenly rushed out from the gap between the cars and shot at Mark without hesitation with the rifles in their hands.

It's just that the bullet hitting Mark's psychic shield had no effect.

"Who the hell is this guy?"

"Listen to me!" Mark said and easily broke off the guardrail next to him. Suddenly, it was like plasticine in Mark's hands, and it was easily broken into the shape Mark wanted.

The little reporter still knew what to take and what not to take. Just like now, she honestly pointed her camera at the ground.

Along with Mark's short stick, two thugs flew out and were nailed directly to the car.

He subconsciously pulled the trigger and fired aimlessly with the rifle in his hand.

Mark rushed forward and knocked them out, then snatched the rifles from their hands, checked the remaining bullets in the magazines, listened to the gunshots in the distance, and said to the young reporter next to him: "Follow Follow me closely and don't fall behind, otherwise I can't guarantee your safety."

"Yeah!" The little reporter didn't say much, just nodded and agreed.

Even if he didn't use the firearms he was good at, Mark's marksmanship was still quite superb. All the thugs who tried to attack were killed by Mark with one shot.

Not long after, there was another explosion, and the oil tanker at the other end of the bridge also exploded.

At the same time, the Internet has also exploded.

Those crazy people actually hijacked the TV channel and started live broadcasting directly.The image of an Asian man with ten rings on his fingers appeared on the TV screen. He claimed to be the Mandarin and wanted to make the world feel pain.

A bag of rice was carried on the [-]th floor and delivered directly to my home.

The rosy-faced Mandarin confidently declared that he wanted to make the world feel pain. On the other side, the SHIELD military and the US intelligence system had already exploded.

In the world of Marvel, there is no such thing as crashing a plane into a building. It can be said that this is the first public provocation.

All agencies immediately started operating, trying to find the Mandarin, but the communication was quickly canceled, and even SHIELD, which had always been powerful, failed to track the signal.

This made the current director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Black Braised Egg, furious.