114. With me here, this spatial gate cannot be closed.

Within the spatial gate, a vast number of Chitauri poured through—thousands in an instant, with more continuously streaming in. In the movies, limited by special effects budgets, the Chitauri numbers appeared sparse, and the destruction was largely confined to Manhattan Island.

But given the sheer scale of the Chitauri forces and the size of Thanos’s troop carrier, Sanctuary One, deploying tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of Chitauri soldiers at once posed no problem at all.

This was war—an invasion of a planet. Even dispatching legions numbering in the millions would not be excessive.

Amid such a massive alien onslaught, relying solely on a handful of superheroes, no matter how spectacular their battles, was but a drop in the ocean, insufficient to make a significant difference.

“Director Fury, the Great Wall Guardians will join the fight immediately to resist the invading aliens and vow to defend Earth to the death, our shared home!” Su Ye declared firmly over the phone.

With such a statement, no one could fault them for hesitation. After expressing their stance, Su Ye outlined their predicament.

“But all we can do is try our best to shut down the activation device powering the spatial gate. The enemy numbers are overwhelming; we cannot hold them off alone.”

“Therefore, I propose this not be a Shield-only effort. We must call in the military for support. This is a war that threatens Earth’s fate and humanity’s future. The military cannot stand idly by. Their firepower should not be aimed only at rival Earth nations but must courageously shoulder their responsibilities now.”

The Avengers were already en route to New York, and Nick Fury, observing the grotesque scene unfolding over the city through surveillance footage, hesitated briefly before dialing the military.

Su Ye was right: while Shield and the Avengers might hold off a few thousand aliens, once the numbers rose into the tens or hundreds of thousands, not even all Shield agents endowed with Avengers-level abilities combined could plug that breach.

Su Ye and the Great Wall Guardians surged forward, flying modified Great Wall gliders to the rooftop of Stark Tower.

Along the way, Su Ye delegated tasks to the Avengers.

“Harry and Gwen, you’re on perimeter watch. Any alien attempting to approach or attack Stark Tower is to be eliminated without exception.”

“Max, leverage your flight and wide-area attack capabilities to kill as many aliens as possible. Show our Great Wall Guardians’ might! Perform well—this could be your breakout battle.”

“But be careful not to stray too far from Stark Tower or fall into alien encirclement. When your power drops below half, return promptly for recharge. Stark Industries has high-quality clean energy for rapid charging.”

“Terry and Sharon, stay close to me to provide protection. I’ll work on shutting down the spatial gate.”

Su Ye’s “research” on the gate was little more than a ruse. He knew he could simply stab the Mind Stone into the activation device and instantly close the gate, but others didn’t—and didn’t know he knew.

By taking on this daunting task, he implicitly pushed the Avengers to exert even greater effort outside.

With everything in place, Su Ye and his team reached Stark Tower’s rooftop and set their plan in motion. Su Ye delivered a fierce Gale Fist strike toward the Cosmic Cube’s activation device.

A shimmering blue transparent energy shield instantly appeared on the Cube, blocking the blow.

Nearby, Professor Eric Selvig opened his mouth to protest, but the blast’s residual energy struck him, sending him flying unconscious to the side.

Su Ye discreetly applied just enough force to ensure the only other person who knew how to correctly shut down the gate—the device’s creator—would remain out cold until nightfall.

Under Terry and Sharon’s protection, Su Ye began his “research” on the activation device.

“You fight outside. I’ll find a way. As long as I’m here, don’t expect this gate to close!”

In the sky, the Chitauri intended to drive them off, but suddenly, a swarm of tiny black dots appeared on the horizon, rapidly advancing.

The military’s fighter jets were just five seconds from the battlefield.

In his previous life, Su Ye had been a pseudo-military enthusiast and once read a global fighter jet inventory report.

By 2022, the United States ranked first with about 13,200 jets.

Russia came second with only 3,800 jets—a vast difference that explained America’s confident dominance. Not only did they have quantity, but quality too.

China ranked third with 3,200 jets—a smaller number but developed under numerous restrictions, a source of pride for its people.

Whether the data was authoritative, Su Ye couldn’t say, but he was certain that their youth and vigor would soon close any gaps.

As Su Ye said, America’s vast air force couldn’t just bully its own backyard. With aliens invading their doorstep, it was time to act.

The military clearly thought so too. After General Ross twice disgraced the armed forces, being thoroughly beaten down, they finally demonstrated decisive action this invasion.

Hundreds of fighters took to the skies, forming dense attack networks capable of devastating the thousands of airborne Chitauri.

The air force pilots executed their mission with full confidence.

The first wave went smoothly.

The fighters’ speed and firepower caught the Chitauri off guard. Scores fell like raindrops. Yet, this did not halt the invasion.

From the gate, countless more Chitauri poured out, flowing smoothly as before.

But this time, the flow carried large particles—massive black shapes, some over a hundred meters long, their immense size terrifying. They resembled deep-sea leviathans.

The brave airmen, undaunted, launched a second airstrike.

Hundreds of jets flew in tight formation, executing multiple attack waves. After this strike, they planned to return to the nearest base to resupply fuel and ammunition.

Meanwhile, inspired by the air force’s prowess, scattered civilians on the ground regained courage and cheered the fighters.

“Charge! Take them down!”

“Kill all these aliens—kick their cursed asses!”

“Stuff their filthy heads where the sun doesn’t shine and make them eat their own filth!”

“Damn those motherfuckers!”

Despite the appearance of colossal new alien beasts, the civilians trusted the fighters, bolstered by countless Hollywood blockbusters.

Soon, amid cheers, the fighters launched a second attack, meeting the Chitauri’s small aircraft and the enormous leviathan beasts.

Then, a moment none would ever forget unfolded.

The leviathans, under fire, suddenly opened armored scales like shutters, releasing countless black dots that swarmed toward the jets.

Caught off guard, the fighter formation collided with these swarms. Scores of jets instantly erupted into fireballs midair.

As the remaining fighters prepared to retreat, the disorganized Chitauri suddenly synchronized, directing a sweeping barrage at the jets.

In a flash of electric fury, only a handful of fighters escaped; the rest were destroyed midair.

As debris rained down, civilians on the ground screamed in shock.

Unwittingly, they witnessed history—the first time in American history a fighter formation was utterly annihilated in organized fashion.

Such a breathtaking moment demanded loud cheers.

Within the command center, military leaders frowned deeply.

Losing hundreds of fighters and airmen, with parachuting pilots shot down remotely by aliens, was an unprecedented blow in over two centuries of American history.

But now was not the time to mourn losses. The priority was planning next steps. As long as that spatial gate remained open, no matter the cost, efforts would be futile.

At that moment, someone spoke.

“We’ve identified the aliens’ tactics, and there’s only one leviathan. We can just send more planes—”

Before finishing, they fell silent as the live feed showed the gate disgorging over a dozen leviathans, swimming toward the city, alongside countless Chitauri soldiers and small craft.

Judging by numbers, sending another hundred-jet squadron might only be sending them to their doom.

“Why not use missiles to take out the leviathans first?” another suggested.

But the idea was swiftly rejected.

“The city is too close. Missile explosions could devastate it. If that happens, we might as well just nuke it.”

The mention of “nukes” silenced the room.

In everyone’s mind, nukes were the ultimate solution—if they couldn’t solve it, it was time to retreat.

If this were any other country’s city, missiles or nukes would be no issue for America.

But this was New York City—the largest, most populous, and most developed city in the U.S., home to over eight million people, and over twenty million including the metropolitan area, including the powerful Wall Street elites.

Was it really appropriate to bomb and nuke such a metropolis?

After a pause, someone spoke again.

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