As S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and military forces flooded into Hell's Kitchen like a tide, the tension in the air instantly escalated.
Clad in dark tactical gear and wielding heavy weaponry, their sharp gazes seemed determined to completely conquer the neighborhood.
Along the streets, the windows of residential buildings were tightly shut. Yet, through the gaps in the curtains, one could see the residents' nervous but resolute eyes.
Members of the Self-Defense Force stepped forward. Among them were experienced veterans, strong young men, and ordinary citizens who had previously gone unnoticed.
At this moment, they stood united, sworn to defend their homes. Marion, a member of the Self-Defense Force, held an old rifle with a steady grip. He fired shots while directing others to evacuate the elderly and children to the safety of the residential buildings.
"What a joke! I was fighting in the war before you were even born, kid!" a wrinkled, scarred old man roared.
He stripped off his jacket, revealing a muscular frame. Clutching an M416 assault rifle, he opened fire on the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and soldiers without a hint of fear.
Hell's Kitchen was teeming with people just like him. The market women were no longer mere vegetable vendors; they now hurled grenades with reckless abandon. The grocery store owner, once known for haggling with customers, had retrieved an RPG from the depths of his shop and was now aiming at a distant enemy. The homeless, who once wandered aimlessly, had reclaimed their sniper rifles, lurking in the shadows of buildings and waiting for the perfect shot. Even housewives on the second and third floors had taken up AK-47s, screaming, "Damn federal government!" as they sprayed the streets below.
The residents of Hell's Kitchen roared in unison, "The Lord of Hell will protect us! Charge! For Hell's Kitchen!"
To defend their home, the people of Hell's Kitchen displayed unprecedented courage and unity.
With their own bodies, they formed an impenetrable defense, inflicting heavy casualties on the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and military forces under the overwhelming firepower of the Self-Defense Force and the gangs.
Gunfire and explosions erupted continuously throughout the streets, filling the air with the acrid smell of gunpowder.
The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and military forces seemed stunned by this fierce resistance, falling into disarray and unable to organize an effective counterattack.
In contrast, the residents of Hell's Kitchen fought with growing fervor, their eyes shining with a resolute light as if determined to drive the invaders from their homes once and for all.
The battle had drawn a line in the sand, separating the S.H.I.E.L.D. forces from the people of Hell's Kitchen. Along this line, courage clashed with fear, justice with evil, and survival with destruction.
Yet, in this struggle, the residents of Hell's Kitchen displayed a tenacious will to live and an unyielding fighting spirit. Through their actions, they declared to the world: this is their home, and they will defend it at all costs.
Standing at the restaurant's entrance, Strange watched the scenes unfolding in Hell's Kitchen, utterly stunned. Even a dog had picked up a gun to fight back.
"Is this... Hell's Kitchen?" he murmured in shock.
"Aren't they afraid to die? Why aren't they fleeing? Why are they still fighting? Is it wrong to just want to live?" Strange couldn't understand. He realized he had underestimated Hell's Kitchen—and its people. Slowly, he began to comprehend why Chen Ye chose to stay here.
His gaze hardened with resolve as he strode toward his Lamborghini.
From inside the restaurant, Peter called out to Strange, "Sir, Mr. Chen Ye instructed us to keep an eye on you. Please don't go out there."
Ignoring him, Strange donned his white coat from the car and retrieved a small briefcase from the front trunk. Inside were his tools—the weapons of a doctor, meant for saving lives.
"Don't underestimate me. I'm a genius surgeon, after all!" Strange sprinted toward the wounded residents of Hell's Kitchen. *Chen Ye, I must have been cursed for eight lifetimes to have met you,* he cursed silently.
***
High in the sky, the battle between Chen Ye and Carol raged on. Chen Ye kept a close eye on the fighting in Hell's Kitchen, and seeing the residents' performance, he felt deeply gratified.
He could have easily used his allies' power to completely annihilate S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agents and army, but he chose not to.
He knew all too well that what the residents of Hell's Kitchen needed was the fight, the growth, not simple protection and handouts.
"Are you looking down on me?" Carol snarled, her eyes blazing with fury as she saw Chen Ye's obvious distraction. The enemy in front of her was actually spacing out—he was clearly despising her.
Chen Ye shook his head. "I'm not looking down on you," he said.
"I've just never taken you seriously. Your strength isn't enough to make me fight for real."
Chen Ye's words enraged Carol. She unleashed her full power once more and charged at him.
At the same time, Nick Fury watched his retreating agents and army, his face as grim as a storm cloud. He couldn't help but demand, "Why are our agents losing to these Hell's Kitchen residents and gangsters?!"
"What the hell is going on?!"
Coulson explained, "Director, this is Hell's Kitchen. On one hand, the people here are fiercely protective of their own, and nearly every resident knows how to use a firearm. But more importantly, there's the Vongola Family."
"The Vongola Family?" Nick Fury was utterly bewildered.
"They're just seven ordinary people," Fury scoffed. "Even if they're master martial artists, how could they possibly hold off our entire force?"
Fury had ordered the assault on Hell's Kitchen, so he had naturally researched the Vongola Family. According to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intelligence, they were merely a small gang founded a few years ago. Their rise to become the top faction in Hell's Kitchen was entirely due to Chen Ye's influence.
The reports clearly stated that every member was an ordinary human. Fury couldn't comprehend why his elite S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and military forces were being defeated by a mere street gang.
"What the hell is going on? Could their strength be different from what we investigated? Or do they possess superpowers too?!" Nick Fury said, his face darkening.
"Yes, sir. The seven guardians of the Vongola Family can all summon a type of flame, and each of their flames has a different color and ability. Our men are simply no match for them."
"Where are our superheroes? Where are the Avengers? Where are the X-Men?" Fury demanded.
"Get moving, all of you!!!"
Coulson stammered, "Director, they've all been deployed to Hell's Kitchen."
"It's just..." Coulson hesitated, unable to finish his sentence.
"Just what?!" Fury roared impatiently.
Coulson took a deep breath and finally revealed the shocking truth: "It's just... they've all been intercepted by Chen Ye's people!"
Hearing this, Nick Fury's expression turned even more grim. He felt as if Chen Ye had predicted his every move.
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