Superman

Gu said that alcohol can most stimulate human emotions, allowing them to open their hearts, show their true side, and bring them closer to each other.

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

On the top is a steaming Jiugongge hot pot, small plates with various dipping materials, as well as thinly sliced ​​beef and mutton, seafood and vegetables.

"It's so fragrant!"

Sol ton ton ton rushed into a lipstick red star Erguotou, rinsed a few slices of beef, mixed with the taste of tahini and sweet and spicy sauce, and stuffed it into his mouth.

This Asgardian has never seen anything in the world in terms of food.

Fried chicken and beer, a family bucket every day.

This cookie-cutter taste can satisfy Saul and make him addicted.

Occasionally order an extra pizza to reward your teammates by playing hard games every day.

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

The hot pot with celestial flavor is a new experience for him.

Especially the red star Erguotou with Asgard's millennium-aged wine is fascinating.

"Only a madman will like this stuff."

Rocket Raccoon has a soft spot for shrimp slips and sashimi. From Sol's shoulder, he jumped onto Pharaoh's head, and symbolically licked the high liquor in the glass, showing a look of disgust on his face.

Obviously, spirits are not to its appetite.

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

Sol, who was drunk, hooked the old Wang who was accompanying him, and the two touched a drink.

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

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

"So, Strange is still on Titan?"

Old Wang scratched his head, he was more concerned about the situation of Doctor Strange than the uninvited group of guests.

"He will come back soon with the portal open. You don't have to worry about it."

Luke replied.

Keep moving, throwing a few slices of beef at Jiugongge.

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

"Then what's going on with all this?"

In fact, Pharaoh hasn't figured out what happened until now.

He was erased by a snap of his fingers and turned into fly ash.

It feels like a sleep, thinking and memory still stop for a second after waking up.

Only know that Dr. Banner informed them that Thanos was coming.

Later, Strange was hijacked by the Dark Order and boarded the doughnut-like spaceship.

When he was ready to gather the power of Kama Taj and the three sanctuary to rescue his supreme mage, his consciousness returned to darkness.

It was like being knocked unconscious with a stick, without knowing what happened after that.

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

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

This is the prologue of that raw face.

I am quite familiar with myself and never consider myself an outsider.

If you didn't know Thor and knew that the other party was an Asgardian, the old king might have regarded them as intruders.

"It's a long and complicated story."

Luke took a sip of Erguotou, a pungent sensation running along the tip of his tongue.

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

After forty minutes, I was full of wine and food, and I had a good time.

Clearing up the mess, of course, leave it to Pharaoh.

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

Luke put down his chopsticks with satisfaction, dragged the drunk Sol in one hand, and the rocket raccoon with a billowing belly in the other, ready to leave.

The former was tearing his nose and holding the Rocket Raccoon, telling him how much he missed his parents.

The snot and tears were wiped on the raccoon's hair, making the raccoon go crazy.

As for Lao Wang, he felt that the world was spinning when he walked.

Not to mention tidying up the mess, tidying up the table, even struggling to step out of the door.

Seeing this group of people drink so badly, Luke shook his head.

He intended to wait for Doctor Strange to return and talk to him about the trans-cosmic teleportation.

The research and manufacturing of space-time 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 enter other universes.

Normal, maybe acceptable.

If you teleport to the zombie universe and face superhero zombies all over the world, your scalp will feel tingling after thinking about it.

Especially, what else does Marvel have to transform into the universe, the Avengers and villains are all motherly.

If you ran over by yourself, facing the older technical house Iron Man, the confidant big sister Captain America, the strong and fit female Hulk, the powerful and passionate female Thor...

hiss!

It's so pop!

Therefore, we must be cautious in the face of cross-universe transmission.

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A week later, the SHIELD headquarters building.

The free America, where chaos grew and evil spread, finally restored a little order.

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

The superhero finally took time out of his busy schedule to maintain public order and set out to solve Luke's problem.

"This is the universe model I built. According to the coordinate data you provided me, as well as the details added by the guy Strange... To be honest, I don't quite understand the magic, dimensionality, and boundary he said. Kind of, that's too clever!"

Tony bit a pen in his mouth and said vaguely.

"Now Banner and I, as well as the old man Hank Pym - yes, he asked for help, probably for your face, 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 bring up the universe model.

He took 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 irreparable consequences after mistakes occur. , Such as letting you get lost in the turbulence of time and space."

"Secondly, we don't know the exact coordinates of your universe, which puts the research on the teleportation machine to a standstill."

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

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

The scientific geniuses of Marvel World, they can always solve all kinds of troubles.

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

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

To Iron Man and Dr. Banner, as well as characters like Hank Pym.

It's almost like formulating a formula, calculating the data, and then tapping your head to give a flash of inspiration.

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

Iron Man, who was about to retire, curled his lips and said: "After discussions with Banner, I have worked out a...not very reliable plan."

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

Luke raised his eyebrows.

Consider whether to accept it.

According to Murphy's Law, if something has the possibility of going bad, it will always happen no matter how small the possibility is.

In other words, if he is a hapless person, he will unfortunately be involved in a full-featured sex transformation universe, or the wasteland universe of survival.

Then no matter how hesitated, it will always follow its destined trajectory.

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

Iron Man gradually accepted the identity of Superman as his godfather and his uncle next door. A while back, he even brought Pepper to him to meet his elders.

After all, his father and father left early, and the only trusted Obade-Stan had betrayed himself.

The elder is probably only Superman-although Luke looks quite 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 and reduce the risk, the guy Strange proposed the idea of ​​setting up a transfer station."

"In other words, you can get off the train at other places in the middle of this trans-cosmic teleportation train, and you can better determine the position by collecting the coordinate data of the universe."

"If there is an accident, the probability of a successful return flight is also higher."

Transfer station?

Luke was puzzled.