Paladins of Asgard

"If you think this dress is inappropriate, you can go outside and have a look. Now may be the era with the richest costumes in the history of the earth. You can find any kind of clothes." Gu Yi said.

Hearing this, Luo Wei suddenly felt that he might also need to get some modern human clothes.

After all, this is the 20th century. Although Asgard's costumes are exquisite, the style of painting is obviously too different on Earth.

So he said, "Master Gu Yi, can we use the portal of the New York Sanctuary? Let's go there and pick some clothes."

"Are you going too?"

Rowe smiled: "Old Asgardians catch up with the trend of mankind."

Gu nodded, and then took them to the portal of the New York Sanctuary. From here, passing through is the most prosperous city and busiest port of mankind, New York City.

The New York Sanctuary is located on the West Side of New York City, 177a Brick Street, Greenwich Village.

Greenwich Village is one of the most famous cultural communities in the United States. Many literary and artistic workers such as cartoonists and writers have lived here. Mark Twain and Hemingway have lived here.

On the surface, the sanctuary is an unremarkable old apartment that few people know is that it is two thousand years old and that is largely New York City's origins.

Rowe, Starka, and Aletta all put on clothes that looked as normal as possible in New York, and they walked out of the New York Sanctuary.

It's October 1962, but the scene on the street already looks much like the modern man Rowe remembers.

Beetle cars were driving on the highway, and there were trams running through cables. The whistle sounded one after another. People in suits, jeans and other clothes were walking back and forth in the streets, a scene of heavy traffic.

They walked around New York City, and they found a beautifully decorated high-end clothing store.

"Welcome." The clerk said politely with a smile on his face. "Kingsman is from Savile, London. It is a century-old shop. No one on this street knows clothes better than us. What do the three customers want?"

"This." Rowe pointed to a simple black suit in the window, "I need three ready-to-wear suits."

"OK."

Rowe looked at Starka and Aletta behind him: "How about you?"

"I think these are good." The two of Starka were still choosing and talking to each other.

They didn't use summary language when they talked, but the Arcturus language, which people on earth naturally couldn't understand, but New York, as the largest city in the world, has people from any country, and people obviously don't think it's strange for a long time.

"The clothes you want." The clerk handed Rowe the two packaged suits, and the other was already on Rowe.

Wearing a suit and looking at his current image in front of the mirror, Luo Wei felt as if he had returned to the world of his previous life.

"How much is the total?"

"With taxes, it's $1,145.14," the clerk said.

Rowe took out a stack of bills and handed it to the clerk. Before coming here, he had exchanged gold and the Sanctuary for one million dollar bills.

Although the mages in the sanctuary seem to be a group of mountain villagers, they are actually much richer than most people on the earth, after all, they have accumulated for thousands of years.

Moreover, Luo Wei also knew that the Supreme Sanctuary, which seemed to have no interest in money, actually invested in many companies in the secular world, and the annual investment income alone was tens of millions of dollars.

Although Luo Wei is not very clear about the current economic status of the earth, he also knows that tens of millions of dollars in 1962 is not a small number, it should be equivalent to hundreds of millions of dollars in the 21st century.

It is said that this was originally done by an old mage who is keen on business. Later, because of the high profits, the Supreme Sanctuary and Gu Yi also participated in the shares.

When Luo Wei was changing the banknotes, a mage wanted to ask him to invest together, but he did not agree, mainly because this amount of money was really nothing to him, and he might forget it when he turned his head.

Starka and Aletta have also chosen their clothes, and Rowe is checking out for them.

Just as he was checking out, the conversation between the two young people at the door of the fitting room next to him caught his attention.

"I feel like the end of the world is coming, maybe tomorrow is World War III," said one of them.

"Yeah, the front pages of the newspapers are already filled with news about Cuba, and the supermarkets are almost sold out... The Soviets are a bunch of lunatics!"

"Our army is facing off against the Soviet Union in the Caribbean Sea in Cuba. I wonder if someone will miss a shot."

"Hopefully this expensive dress won't be the last thing I buy..."

Cuba? Soviet Union?

Cuban Missile Crisis?

Luo Wei quickly remembered this historical event. If he remembered correctly, in the Marvel world, Professor X broke his leg at this time.

At the same time, as the two young people said, the Cuban missile crisis is a major event that may lead to a world war.

Rowe felt the need to go and take a look.

"Sir?" The clerk's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Oh, how much?" Rowe came back to his senses.

"This gentleman and lady bought a total of five outfits for a total of $1,919.81."

Rowe directly put all the thousands of dollars in his hand to the clerk, and then said to Starka: "I have something important to leave, you can go back to the Holy Sanctuary first."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left the store, and the golden light surged behind him, and the holy light wings of the wrath of revenge spread out in an instant, soaring into the sky, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Sir!" The clerk chased out the door, only to see a golden light spot in the sky when he looked up, and blinked his eyes blankly.

Starka looked at his wife: "Let's go back first."

Aletta nodded, and the two also left the Kingsman clothing store.

As a result, they didn't walk very far when they encountered a group of people blocking their way. Most of these people were wearing suits, with sharp eyes and quick movements. At first glance, they were not ordinary people.

"Who are you?" Starka said warily.

Although most of the group of people who took them on their way were strong men, but the leader was a lame middle-aged man on crutches.

The middle-aged man stepped forward and took out a certificate: "Hello, I'm Daniel Sousa, a special agent of the Science and Strategic Reserves Bureau. We have something to ask you. Come with us."

...

Cuba, Caribbean Sea.

The Cuban Missile Crisis that shocked the world is being staged here. The fleets of the United States and the Soviet Union are in a tense confrontation, which may drag mankind into the whirlpool of the Third World War at any time.

What is unknown is that this crisis that makes the nerves of all mankind is actually caused by a group of mutants secretly planning.

At this moment, the transport ship Aral Sea carrying Soviet missiles was traveling fast in the sea, heading straight for the U.S. military blockade in front.

Once it reached the blockade, US-Soviet war was imminent.

However, it was not the Soviets who drove the missile carrier, but a mutant with blood-red skin and the shape of a hell demon, Azazel.

Beside him, the corpses of the Soviet crew of the Aral Sea were lying on the ground. One of the crew members was not completely dead, but there was nothing to do but watch Azazel drive their ship towards the blockade. Wire.

"...The Kremlin's latest order, turn around immediately! Turn around immediately, Aral Sea!" The Kremlin's telegram orders kept ringing.

But Azazel clearly wouldn't listen.

"A good show is about to be staged!" Looking at the American fleet and the Soviet fleet not far away, Azazel smiled excitedly.