The reason why they split up into three groups was because of the actual situation.
The undead were scattered in the three most populous boroughs in New York, and most of them were in Queens and Brooklyn.
There was no movement at all in the Bronx and Staten Island.
Luke could understand that.
There were too few people in these two boroughs. What was the point of the undead monsters stirring up trouble there? At most, they would only destroy flowers and plants.
But it would be troublesome to go to Queens and Brooklyn.
There were a lot of people and a vast area.
If Luke and Selina didn't split up, the efficiency of the cleanup would be much lower.
The key was that these guys' undead characteristics were too troublesome.
Apart from professional hunters like the little old man and Big Wave, who were highly targeted, only Luke and Selina could deal a great deal of damage to them.
The good news was that when he realized that something was wrong, he had informed Phil in the name of Batman.
Phil said that they had targeted weapons on their side, and would be mobilized immediately.
Luke didn't say much. He simply told Phil to pay attention to their special phones. He would send him the location of the undead monsters in New York.
In that regard, Phil probably wasn't as accurate as he was.
A few days ago, the detection algorithm for the undead monsters had been added to the polyhedron system. S.H.I.E.L.D. probably didn't have such an algorithm. After all, very few undead monsters had appeared before, and this algorithm was useless.
The doppelganger circled around Manhattan and killed the scattered undead monsters in the area. Then, it entered Brooklyn from west to east and advanced toward the main body.
Selina, on the other hand, was fighting in Queens.
There was no need to ask about the results of the battle. From time to time, the system would refresh one or two undead monsters, and she would share 50% of the experience with Luke. It was more accurate than her own reports.
As Luke's main body flew in the sky above Brooklyn, he "commanded" Phil's side to send out ten squads.
Although he and Selina killed the undead monsters quickly, without coordinating with Phil, some of these squads would definitely only realize that the target had been killed when they arrived, which would greatly affect the efficiency of killing the undead monsters.
Experience and credit points were secondary. The key was that these undead monsters had caused a lot of casualties among ordinary people.
Luke liked experience and credit points, but he didn't want to exchange them for innocent lives.
If he cleaned up these monsters a minute earlier, he could save a life.
In fact, when all the SHIELD agents on Phil's side rushed to Queens and Brooklyn, the place was already in chaos.
A large number of police cars had already rushed to the streets, but there was basically no way to control the situation.
Ordinary police officers had no way to deal with these undead monsters that were immune to bullets.
They weren't like Luke, who had money and technology. Naturally, they wouldn't develop control weapons for no good reason.
Faced with the situation of the Undead Monsters retaliating fiercely after a while, even they themselves were at a loss, and there was nothing they could do to help the panicking citizens.
The police radio had already exploded. It was full of police officers calling for reinforcements.
However, all the NYPD higher-ups who were alerted were soon collectively dumbfounded. There were monsters everywhere. Guns were ineffective against them, and they were extremely strong. They could even run freely on the walls in an anti-gravity manner.
How the hell were they supposed to support them? Or rather, what kind of weapons could he get his subordinates to support him?
NYPD was a police department, and its primary responsibility was to maintain law and order.
Even if it was the EUS special police force, they would only be slightly more professional, but they would not be able to prepare heavy firepower.
He was helpless! That was how the upper echelons of NYPD felt.
Phil received a lot of calls from New York bigwigs in a row.
They had all found SHIELD through various channels, and then transferred them to him.
Phil, who was as steady as an old general, was also having a headache.
He had already pulled out all the people in the New York branch and under him.
But SHIELD wasn't American, and its agents weren't cabbages. Pulling out more than seventy people in one go was already the limit.
Now, SHIELD's New York branch only had a group of technical support personnel left. What else could they do if all the field personnel were deployed?
It would take at least dozens of minutes to a few hours for reinforcements from the other branches to arrive.
Given the current situation, New York's losses this time definitely wouldn't be small.
If there was another riot, the greatest casualties would occur, and it would only be more fun.
SHIELD's duty was to prevent mysterious incidents from having a negative impact on society.
If the Undead Monsters caused a major incident this time, SHIELD would definitely be held accountable by a bunch of bureaucrats.
When the time came, these black-hearted bureaucrats wouldn't remember that they were the ones who asked to limit the number of SHIELD troops stationed in the United States.
They'll just blame it on S.H.I.E.L.D.
As the saying went, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility, and the higher the chance of being the scapegoat when something happened.
Phil was sweating all over, and his black suit had already been replaced by a bulletproof vest.
Not far away, one of his men with the best marksmanship was holding a revolver, but he didn't dare fire it casually.
This gun was specially supplied to SHIELD by RIPD, but the number of bullets the other party supplied SHIELD with was too much for them to handle.
This kind of revolver, which was specially designed to deal with the Undead Monsters, only had an average of twelve bullets per gun, which was just the right amount for the revolver, plus a spare loader.
Each of the ten teams had exactly one of these guns, and they could only be given to the best marksman.
Everyone else brought all kinds of control weapons. Their mission was to limit the Undead Monsters' activities so that their best marksman could shoot them one at a time.
They couldn't afford to waste bullets at all.
In the end, they had encountered two Undead Monsters whose brains were clearly far superior to ordinary ones. They were actually scurrying around the apartment building and forming a stalemate with them.
Also, these two guys had caused a lot of casualties just now, and they couldn't let them roam around freely.
Phil helplessly realized that he was being held back.
He couldn't help but raise the phone he used to contact Batman. The hundred or so red dots on it were constantly decreasing, but they were still far from being completely wiped out.
He wanted to curse, because it was too much of a coincidence that the Undead Monsters were causing trouble this time.
A few days ago, he had despised the troublesome Prince of Asgard for staying on Earth, but in the end, this mess happened in New York just a few days after he left.
Phil had tested Thor before with the Undead Monsters.
Thor didn't take it seriously at all, and casually said that these were just inferior "Undead Monsters."
Most of Asgard's weapons could effectively kill such beings. For example, Thor's Meow Meow Hammer could easily clean up a large area.
Sif's quasi-artifact spear also killed one Undead Monster after another.
The weapons of the Three Warriors of the Immortal Palace weren't that exaggerated, but with their skills, it wasn't hard for them to kill dozens of Undead Monsters.
But … the most suitable group of thugs had just returned to Asgard.
That was very depressing.
What was even more depressing was that a certain tycoon had run back to his villa in Malibu in Los Angeles tonight to do research, and it would take him an hour or two to get here.
Why would he be here then? He wouldn't even be able to wash the floor in time.
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