Marvel’s Superman

It is said that alcohol stimulates human emotions the most, allowing them to open their hearts, show their true sides, and draw closer to each other's feelings.

In Kama Taj's room, three people and a rocket raccoon sit around a table.

A steaming Jiugongge hot pot is served on top, with various dipping sauces on small plates, as well as thinly sliced ​​beef and mutton, seafood and vegetables.

"It's delicious!"

Sol ton ton ton madly poured a mouthful of Red Star Erguotou, rinsed a few slices of beef, mixed the taste of sesame sauce and sweet and spicy sauce, and stuffed it into his mouth.

This Asgardian has never seen anything in the world when it comes to food.

Fried chicken and beer, a family barrel every day.

Such a cookie-cutter taste would satisfy Sol and make him addicted.

Occasionally order an extra pizza to reward yourself for playing hard every day and greeting your teammates.

It can be seen that Sol has low requirements for food.

The Chinese-style hot pot is a new experience for him.

In particular, the Red Star Erguotou with Asgard's thousand-year-old wine is simply fascinating.

"Only a lunatic would like this stuff."

Rocket Raccoon had a soft spot for prawn slips and sashimi, jumped from Sol's shoulders to Lao Wang's head, symbolically licked the high liquor in the glass, with a look of disgust on his face.

Clearly, spirits are not to its taste.

"What do you know, little rabbit! This is what a man should drink! Pharaoh! Come and have a drink!"

Sol, who was on the verge of drinking, hooked Pharaoh who was accompanying him, and the two of them touched a cup.

The latter made a reluctant appearance. He was no stronger than the Asgardians and could drink white wine as water.

Especially the high-purity spirits with added ingredients, just taking a sip can make people feel drunk.

"So, Strange is still on Titan?"

Old Wang scratched his head. He was more concerned about Doctor Strange's situation than these uninvited guests.

"He'll be back with the portal soon, you don't have to worry at all."

Luke replied.

His hands kept moving, and he threw a few slices of beef into Jiugong Grid.

Lao Wang's craftsmanship is really good, especially the dipping sauce is well adjusted, which is the soul of hot pot.

"Then what happened to all this?"

In fact, Pharaoh has not yet figured out what happened.

He was wiped away with a snap of his fingers and turned to fly ash.

It feels like I fell asleep, and my thinking and memory still stop for a second after waking up.

All they know is that Dr. Banner informed them that Thanos was coming.

Then, Strange was hijacked by the Dark Order on the doughnut-like spaceship.

When he was ready to gather the power of Kama Taj and the three sanctuaries to rescue his Supreme Master, his consciousness returned to darkness.

It was like being knocked unconscious with a stick, unaware of what happened after that.

When he woke up again, Old Wang saw the two guys sitting in front of him, as well as the raccoon.

"Pharaoh, add some good wine to the whole hot pot. Today is worth celebrating! We saved the world... No, we saved the universe."

This is the opening line of that raw face.

He is quite familiar with himself, and doesn't consider himself an outsider at all.

If he didn't know Thor and knew that the other party was Asgard, the old king might have regarded them as invaders.

"It's a long, complicated story to tell."

Luke took a sip of Erguotou, and the spicy feeling rushed into it along the tip of his tongue.

"When Strange comes back, let him tell you in detail."

Forty minutes later, I was full and full of food.

Of course, the matter of cleaning up the mess is left to Lao Wang.

"By the way, remember to tell Strange to come to the SHIELD headquarters building to find me."

Luke put down his chopsticks with satisfaction, dragged the drunk Sol with one hand, and the Rocket Raccoon with a chubby belly in the other, ready to say goodbye.

The former is snotting and crying, hugging the rocket raccoon, and telling his thoughts of his parents.

The snot and tears were smeared on the raccoon's fur, making the latter go mad.

As for Pharaoh, he felt like the world was spinning when he walked.

Not to mention cleaning up the mess, tidying up the desktop, and even stepping out of the door.

Seeing the gang drinking so badly, Luke shook his head.

His original intention was to wait for Doctor Strange to come back and talk to him about the trans-universe teleportation in detail.

The research and manufacture of time and space machines must be handed over to Iron Man and Dr. Banner.

Strange, Doctor Strange, is mainly responsible for adding details.

Luke didn't want to go wrong and wander into other universes.

It's normal, maybe acceptable.

If you were sent to the zombie universe and faced with superhero zombies all over the world, you would feel your scalp tingling just thinking about it.

In particular, what else does Marvel have to change the universe, the avengers and villains are all female.

If you run over by yourself, facing the old technical house Iron Man, the confidant eldest sister Captain America, the strong and fit Hulk, the powerful and enthusiastic female Thor...

hiss!

Simply crack!

Therefore, one must be cautious in the face of trans-universe teleportation.

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A week later, the SHIELD headquarters building.

A free America, where chaos breeds and evil spreads, finally restores a little order.

At least, vicious incidents like smashing, looting and burning zero yuan are decreasing, and everyone is starting to return to their original life trajectory.

The superhero finally took time out from his busy schedule of maintaining social order and began to solve Luke's problem.

"This is the universe model I built, according to the coordinate data you provided me, and the details added by that guy Strange... To be honest, I don't quite understand what he said about magic, dimensions, and boundaries. Like, that's a genius!"

Tony bit a pen in his mouth and said vaguely.

"Now Banner and I, and that old man Hank Pym—yes, he volunteered to help, probably for your own sake, Superman, the greatest hero in the universe."

Iron Man habitually talks and talks, and the topic deviates from the main line.

Dr. Banner next to him stretched out his finger and swiped a few times on the tablet to call up the model of the universe.

He took over the words of Iron Man and continued: "The biggest problem we face is how to establish a stable and clear coordinate system, and then set this universe as an anchor point to avoid irreversible consequences after mistakes are made. , such as letting you get lost in the turbulence of time and space."

"The second is that we don't know the exact coordinates of your universe, which stalls research on teleportation machines."

"It's like a flight route with only a starting point, but no end point."

Luke crossed his arms, stared at the projected universe model, frowned and asked, "Is there any suitable solution?"

The scientific geniuses of the Marvel universe, they always solve all kinds of troubles.

From the destruction of the multiverse to the development of home robots.

If you leave it outside, you may study difficult topics that will not yield results for a lifetime,

To Iron Man and Dr. Banner, and Hank Pym and stuff like that.

It's almost a trivial matter of formulating a formula, calculating data, and then slapping my head.

"I thought you would be a little more surprised, such as showing disappointment or sadness."

Iron Man, who said that he was going to retire, curled his lips and said, "After discussion with Banner, a plan...not very reliable."

"Friday has been repeatedly simulated and tested. From more than 20 vague answers, we have found a relatively high correct transmission route, which is about a 60% probability."

Luke raised an eyebrow.

Consider whether to accept it or not.

According to Murphy's Law, if there is a chance that something will go bad, no matter how small the chance, it will happen.

In other words, if he is an unlucky person, he will be unfortunately involved in a sex-turning universe where all members of the mother-in-law turn, or a wasteland universe of doomsday survival.

No matter how hesitant it is, it will always go towards that doomed trajectory.

"I'm not done yet, Uncle Cavill."

Iron Man gradually accepted the identity of Superman as his godfather and the uncle next door. A while ago, he also brought Pepper to the other side as a meeting with his elders.

After all, his father and father left early, and the only one he trusted in Obadiah-Stein had betrayed him.

The only person who can be called an elder is probably Superman-although Luke looks very young, according to him, he is also a centenarian at the same time as Captain America.

"Then you continue."

Luke nodded.

Iron Man cleared his throat and said, "In order to improve the accuracy rate and reduce the risk, that guy Strange proposed the idea of ​​setting up a transfer station."

"That is to say, you can get off the train at other places in the middle of the train, and you can better determine the position by collecting the coordinate data of the current universe."

"If an accident occurs, the probability of a successful return flight is relatively high."

Transfer station?

Luke looked puzzled.

ps: Amway's book "I Use Scrap Iron to Build Starships", Warhammer Greenskin Technology, Han Yue, who is a great warlord, a great master, and a great preacher of Waaagh, returned to Blue Star and inherited the green skin orcs. The waaagh energy of truth. The laws and laws of physics can be ignored with just a little thought.

ps2: Probably...and more. I accept my fate, it's not even twelve o'clock, and there is nothing in my mind.