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As S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and military forces flooded into Hell's Kitchen like a tidal wave, the atmosphere instantly ignited with tension.
Clad in dark tactical gear and armed with heavy weaponry, their eyes were sharp and resoluteâas if bent on subjugating the neighborhood entirely.
Windows along both sides of the street slammed shut, but through slits in the curtains, one could see the eyes of the residentsâtense, unflinching, and full of defiance.
Members of the Self-Defense Force stepped forward in unison. Among them were grizzled veterans, sturdy young men, and even everyday civilians.
At that moment, they stood united, vowing to defend their home.
Marion, a member of the Hell's Kitchen Self-Defense Force, held an old-fashioned rifle. His expression was steel-hard as he shouted orders, coordinating the evacuation of elderly residents and children to safer buildings.
"What a joke! You weren't even born when I was on the front lines!" bellowed an elderly man, his face weathered with age and scarred by past battles.
Tossing off his coat, he revealed a muscular torso. An M416 assault rifle was slung in his hands as he opened fire on S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and military troops without hesitation.
Men like him were far from rare in Hell's Kitchen. The local vegetable vendors no longer sold âthey gripped grenades and hurled them with reckless abandon at enemy formations.
The grocery store owner, once only concerned with haggling over prices, dragged out an RPG launcher hidden in the back and aimed it unflinchingly at distant soldiers.
The homeless no longer wandered the alleys aimlessly. They retrieved precision sniper rifles stashed in hidden caches, climbing to rooftops and alley shadows, waiting for the perfect shot.
Even housewives on the second and third floors picked up AK-47s, shouting "Damn the federal government!" as they fired volleys at the troops marching down the streets.
All throughout Hell's Kitchen, a single cry echoed like a war drum:
"The Lord of Hell will bless usâCHARGE! For Hell's Kitchen!"
The community displayed unprecedented courage and unity. With nothing but flesh, blood, and resolve, they constructed an unbreakable line of defense. S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and military soldiers were quickly overwhelmed, suffering devastating losses under the heavy firepower of the Self-Defense Forces and allied gangs.
Gunfire rattled across the blocks, explosions sent shockwaves through the air, and the stench of gunpowder cloaked the battlefield.
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agents began to falter, stunned by the unexpected intensity of resistance. Their once-cohesive strategy dissolved into disarray, and they found themselves unable to mount a meaningful counteroffensive.
Hell's Kitchen fought with a desperation and fury born of survival. In their eyes burned the will to drive the invaders out entirelyâto reclaim their home no matter the cost.
The battle became a defining line between Hell's Kitchen and the invading force. On one side stood courage and resistance; on the other, power and arrogance. Justice clashed with oppression, survival with conquest.
But amid it all, the residents proved their unbreakable spirit. With every act of defiance, they shouted their truth to the world:
"This is our home. We will defend it with our lives."
Doctor Stephen Strange stood at the entrance of Peter Parker's restaurant, stunned at the apocalyptic chaos unfolding in the streets. Even a stray dog had picked up a gun.
He stared in disbelief. "Is this really Hell's Kitchen?"
"Why aren't they afraid? Why don't they run? Why do they choose to fight?" he muttered. "Is it so wrong⊠to just want to live?"
Strange realized he had misjudged Hell's Kitchenâand more importantly, the people who lived in it. And slowly, he began to understand why Alex Ray chose to remain here.
His expression hardened with newfound resolve as he turned toward his parked Lamborghini.
Inside the restaurant, a Self-Defense Force member reminded him, "Sir, Mr. Alex Ray instructed us to keep an eye on you. Please remain inside."
But Strange, now wearing his doctor's coat, opened the front trunk of the Lamborghini and pulled out a small suitcase filled with medical equipment and field tools.
"Don't underestimate me. I'm a genius doctor," he muttered, then dashed toward the battlefield, heading straight for the wounded.
"Alex Ray, damn you," he cursed under his breath, "why did I have to meet you?"
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High above the chaos, the battle between Alex Ray and Carol Danvers raged in the sky. Despite being locked in a mid-air duel, Alex kept a watchful eye on the situation below.
Seeing the sheer resilience and unity of the residents made his heart swell with pride.
He could have ended it all in an instant. With his allies, he could've easily wiped out the entire assault force. But he didn't.
Because he knewâHell's Kitchen didn't need a savior. It needed the chance to fight, to grow strong, to protect itself.
"Are you looking down on me!?" Carol shouted, furious.
She noticed Alex's eyes drifting toward the battle belowâhe wasn't even giving her his full attention.
To her, it was a blatant insult.
Alex shook his head calmly. "I'm not looking down on you."
"I just never saw you as a threat. You're not strong enough to deserve my focus."
The words struck like a slap to the face.
Enraged, Carol surged forward at full power, blasting toward Alex with all her might.
Meanwhile, Nick Fury stood on the edge of the battlefield, watching the agents and soldiers retreat, his face dark as thunderclouds.
He roared, "Why the hell can't we beat a bunch of gangsters and civilians!?"
"What the hell is going on!?"
Agent Phil Coulson stepped forward, composed despite the chaos. "Director, this is Hell's Kitchen. These people might seem like ordinary residents, but almost every one of them knows how to handle a weapon."
"And more importantlyâthere's the Vongola family."
Nick Fury narrowed his one eye. "The Vongola family?"
"They're just seven people. Even if they're good fighters, how are they beating a coordinated military force?"
He had studied their file before ordering the assault. The Vongola family was listed as a minor gang that rose to prominence only a few years ago, allegedly under Alex Ray's protection.
Fury remembered the briefing. The family was composed of civiliansâno official superpowers, no registered enhanced individuals.
So how the hell were they winning?
"Did we get bad intel?" Fury asked grimly. "Do they have unregistered abilities? Mutant genes? Magic? What the hell's going on?"
"Yes," Coulson nodded. "Their power doesn't come from official records or known tech. It comes from something else entirely..."
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As the plot unfolds, it dives deep into the Spider-Verse, Avengers War and the Marvel Multiverse, weaving in epic elements from Endgame, God of Stories Loki, Kang the Conqueror, the Council of Kangs, the Council of Reeds, and even Franklin Richards.
Expect mind-bending twists with Deadpool breaking the fourth wall, going on a rampage that includes killing everyone... even the authors themselves.
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