Alvin concentrated, pulling a pickup truck with his left hand, and Ares III stepped on a pair of "tyrannical" roller skates under his feet, and was pulled by Dominic to "save" New York.

For the first time, Dominic, a biker, felt the pressure when he was flying, and in the past drag racing was only for himself, for the so-called "honor".

Today, he is carrying the lives of many people in New York, and the faster he goes, the more people will be saved, which makes Dominic very unaccustomed!

Alvin didn't tell Dominic, in fact, the current situation is not too bad!

Occasional spatial oscillations are not conscious invasions, after all, the number of transboundary demons is limited, and there are not many in each place of the world.

In fact, as long as the regular army is dispatched in time and does not give those cannon fodder demons time to assemble, there may be some casualties at first, but in the end, the army will definitely be able to deal with these unorganized and undisciplined cannon fodder.

The most disadvantaged are some small countries with little or no military strength.

They can only call for help from the World Security Council in times of danger, hoping that someone will save them!

Just when Alvin was distracted, the driver Dominic suddenly shouted: "Prepare ~ South Gate of Central Park, 6 Redskin Monsters ~"

Alvin stretched out his head to take a look, and several demons were suppressed in a corner by a large soldier in a black combat uniform, judging from the corpses of several gluttonous demons still lying next to him, this group of soldiers really did not look like they needed their own support.

But it's all here, and you won't waste much time by "passing by"!

Tightening the tomahawk in his hand, Alvin shouted into the communicator, "Ready~"

Lennox raised the automatic rifle in his hand and suppressed the demons in a corner not far ahead, the third wave of demons they had encountered since entering Manhattan from the Hudson River.

The first wave made them suffer a big loss, but fortunately they were saved by the female owner of a clothing store and the owner of a flower shop.

The second wave didn't bother him too much, but it made them almost empty of the special bullets they were carrying.

Now Lennox is facing the third wave, and although there are not many demons on the opposite side, it is really anxious to attack the demons with bullets found in the folk gun shop.

Just as Lennox saw the demons on the other side being driven together, pulled out a grenade and prepared to blow them up, he saw a pickup truck rushing towards it like a beast of prey, with a ferocious roar.

With 20 meters to go, the Raptor pickup made a sharp turn and threw a cool mech warrior into the demons like a pinball.

Alvin let out a wild exhalation from his mouth, like the "executor" of an ice hockey game carrying a tomahawk, and unreasonably rushed towards the demons who were already covered in bruises.

When Alvin slammed one head with his shoulder, slashed two with an axe, and finally plunged headlong into the remaining three demons because he couldn't control the direction of his body, using their bodies as physical stoppers, crashing them into a bakery with them amid their screams of pain.

Lennox frowned, cursed in a low voice, and said to Private Mike beside him, "Why have we become small characters since we came to New York?"

We're the best troops in America, so why is anyone here better than us? ”

Private Mike gave Lennox a strange look and said, "You don't know the Manhattan Tomahawk?" The last time we fought in New York, when we were still flying in the sky, he was the one who settled the battle.

I'll have to say hi to him later, and I'd better get an autograph! He's the best mechfighter on the planet! ”

Lennox was stunned for a moment, spat unhappily, and said, "If each of us has a set of this mecha, we can do it too!" ”

Private Mike was obviously a more open-minded person, but he didn't mean to object to his commander, but just jokingly said, "Then you have to be Tony first?" Stark's friends, and then you'll have to convince the military lords that they're willing to pay a lot of money to turn us into a mobile armored force!

It is said that the military purchased 160 million sets, and the military only purchased one set, and now the best tank M1A2 is only 10,000 US dollars.

Dude, we are the best special forces, but how much is our pension? ”

Lennox sighed a little dejectedly, he thought of his former commander, who was regarded as the best tool to use, and fought for his country for 15 years without regrets.

As a result, there was nothing left in the end, and he ended up being discharged from the army with dishonor, if someone hadn't secretly helped him, he might have been sent to hunt him down.

Alvin in the bakery hacked three half-dead demons to death, and said with a smile to a fat Italian bald chef huddled behind the counter, "I'm sorry, it looks like you need to rebuild your façade!" ”

The bald fat man looked at Alvin excitedly, and shouted inarticulate at a very fast speed: "Oh~ you ruined my hard work~ You have to compensate me!" ”

Alvin lifted his visor in disbelief, looking at this bold bald man, who dared to blackmail the Manhattan Tomahawk wearing God of War III, is this guy's guts iron?

Looking at the scared Italian hooked nose in front of him, whose legs trembled and almost couldn't stand, Alvin shook his head and said with a smile: "I think you must have found the wrong person, you should go to the insurance company to find a way~"

Saying that, Alvin turned around and wanted to leave here, but was hugged by the bald fat man, and the old man shook Alvin's arm almost crying, shouting: "Take a picture with me~Leave me an autograph~."

Sign it and write it to the best baker: Beckford! ”

Alvin looked at the bald fat man with a smile, and said with a smile: "I thought you would ask me to compensate you for the wall, man, what is the matter with you?" ”

The bald fat man let go of Alvin's arm and ran to the hollow, rummaging through the broken concrete until he found a few pictures.

Carefully wiping the photo in his hand, the bald fat man handed the photo to Alvin, and said carefully: "Can you sign me on each photo?"

You may not remember, during the Battle of Manhattan, not far from the door, you saved my life and my son's life!

At that time, he had just been released from prison and was at the lowest ebb of his life!

The name of my bakery is now "Tomahawk Bakery", which is my son's idea! ”

Saying that, the bald fat man touched his bald head a little embarrassed, and said, "My "tomahawk bread" here is very popular!

Hmm~ I don't mean to be offended, and the name of the tomahawk is also in gratitude to you!

If you feel it is necessary, I can offer you a little bit of a stake in the bakery~"

Alvin glanced at the photos, which were all printed out of his own video screenshots found on the Internet, which made him think that he had met an avid fan, but it turned out to be obviously not like this~

This Beckford son is obviously using his name to make money, but he is smart and has not left anything to be said to be true!

Alvin didn't care too much, he preferred to believe that the father and son were his big admirers, otherwise what else could he do?

Interrupting the bald fat man named Beckford with a smile, Alvin said, "Let me guess, this is also your son's idea?" I'm referring to the idea of giving me a stake! ”

Beckford scratched his bare head and said with some embarrassment: "Yes, but I promise he has no ill intentions, he just came out of prison and our finances are very tight, so~"

Alvin smiled and waved his hand and said, "It's okay, I probably know what's going on, you have a smart son, let's get things done quickly, and by the way, pack me a few portions of your tomahawk bread!"

Wow~ Cool name, your business must be great! ”

Beckford happily took out a pen from his pocket, smiled innocently, then took out an old photo, handed it to Alvin along with the pen, and said: "Maybe I was a little presumptuous just now, but believe me, I really didn't mean to use your name to make money!"

What I said about taking out a part of the shares is also sincere!

My son once went to Hell's Kitchen to look for you, but didn't come across it! But he came back and told me that you probably don't care about money, you care more about helping those in need!

Recently, he has been researching the fast food market in New York, and he said that your food truck business is not standardized, and he has a way to multiply your food truck business. ”

Alvin was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a smile, pointed to the messy battlefield outside, and said with a smile: "Until people forget about the war, it's all empty talk!"

But I have to say thank you! People with a heart will always make people feel good!

I haven't met your son yet, but you've made a big impression on me! ”

Saying that, Alvin looked at the photo of the father and son, and Beckford still looked very young, at least his hair was still thick.

And his son is actually a handsome guy who smiles very brightly, like the "Big Boat Jack" in Alvin's previous life who made countless girls cry!

Alvin gestured at Beckford with his pen and said, "You have to tell me his name, you said he was in jail before, why?" ”

Beckford shrugged his shoulders helplessly, pulled down the corners of his mouth, and said a little unwillingly: "His name is Jordan?" Beckford used to be a gold medal salesman on Wall Street, but in the end, he was sentenced to three years for illegal transactions and money laundering, which the entire Wall Street is doing~

Hmm~ He doesn't do that now, it's a business that makes people go to hell! ”

Alvin smiled and nodded, writing on the back of the photo as he said, "Great choice to leave Wall Street!"

And if a person can gain a foothold on Wall Street, then he can easily succeed in anything, at least he will not be deceived! ”

After writing, he handed the photo and pen in his hand to Beckford, Alvin did not use Beckford to entertain him, and walked out of the Ares III by himself, found a large paper bag, and filled a large bag of so-called "tomahawk bread".

Holding the palm-sized, tomahawk-shaped, and scallion-rich bread, Alvin couldn't help but taste it, and it tasted really good.

Glancing at Beckford, who was holding the photo and looking at it intently, Alvin shook his head with a smile, and walked out of the "Tomahawk Bakery" with two large bags of bread without mentioning the payment.

Beckford stared at the unsightly handwriting on the back of the photo for a moment, and by the time he came to his senses, Alvin had already left!

Just as he was about to chase him out, several GIs ran in and shouted in search of "Tomahawk Bread".

Beckford solemnly tucked the picture into his arms, ready to give it to him when his son returned, and the words on it should comfort him:

"To: Jordan? Beckford

It is never a sin that can ruin a life, but a sin that does not want to be a human being again!

Your faithful friend: Alvin? Leaf"