Chapter 18 - Ch: 213-218

Chapter 213: Danvers, the acquaintance

This scene made Hill and the others stare wide-eyed. It was the first time they realized how powerful their husband was. When did he become so strong?

"Is this my husband?"

Polaris murmured, no wonder she wasn't his match and always had to walk by leaning on a wall. It turned out he was not only naturally gifted but also worked hard to improve himself.

"Yes, he's not your husband, he's my husband!"

Jean Grey nodded, glancing at her good friend meaningfully, as if to say, what nonsense are you spouting?

The intense Impact caused the spaceship's shield to constantly vibrate, almost reaching its damage resistance limit.

They had no choice but to retreat, and Jean Grey also had to create a diversion to minimize the Impactdamage.

In the deep pit, the two stood unsteadily.

Steve still had strength. Although using the Infinity Stones was quite draining, his physique allowed for rapid recovery.

He took out steaming buns and chewed them heartily, while also drinking juice to replenish his energy.

Special dishes could help him replenish more energy, which he then used to heal his injuries.

Compared to Captain America, who still had energy to spare, Captain Marvel Danvers was struggling.

Her power came from the Space Stone, a blessing in disguise that granted her a trace of the rules.

She could remain unaffected by Thanos's snap, but she couldn't withstand attacks from other Infinity Stones. If they truly fought it out, she might actually be killed.

Furthermore, she only had a superficial understanding of the rules of this consciousness and couldn't fully analyze them, so the effect she could exert was less than one percent.

"You are very strong. What is your name?"

Danvers took a deep breath, but her blood was still boiling, her lungs were filled with heat, and her throat felt dry.

"Steve Rogers, nice to meet you. You're Carol Danvers, right?"

Steve tossed her a can of beer, then sat cross-legged and ate as if no one else was there.

One moment they were at loggerheads, wishing to kill each other, fists meeting flesh, every move lethal, with no thought of mercy.

The next moment, they shook hands and made peace. This reversal was a bit too quick, too much like a game, wasn't it?

But reality was this magical. This wasn't a show, but a friendship forged in real combat.

Both knew they couldn't kill each other and had no deep-seated hatred.

It was often the classic Anglo-Saxon pirate mindset of solving problems with fists, and only when they met a tough opponent would they think of communicating with reason.

Captain Marvel was just like that. Even with the power bestowed by the Tesseract, she still couldn't help but try to solve problems with her fists.

She hadn't encountered many difficult opponents until now. After fighting Steve, she found herself struggling and chose to stop and negotiate.

Wherever they could be unreasonable, they absolutely would be, relying only on their fists.

If they stopped to reason, it meant they had been beaten to tears.

"That's right. Let me think, Steve Rogers.

Hiss, are you Captain America?

Wait, aren't you dead? How are you still alive? It can't be just a coincidence of names, can it!"

Captain Marvel suddenly realized. She finally remembered that such a person truly existed. No wonder he looked somewhat familiar, and his name sounded familiar too.

She couldn't recall it immediately, not just because of the passage of time.

Another reason was that the U.S. propaganda at the time portrayed Steve as having died a heroic death. Such a good image of a workhorse had to be established.

To inspire future generations to look up to Captain America, emulate him, and become qualified workhorses.

When Captain Marvel was an ordinary person, she enlisted in the military, joined the Air Force, and became a glorious pilot.

In the ideological classes she attended then, there were heroic deeds and spiritual propaganda about Captain America Steve.

But at that time, everyone only regarded him as a dead man. How could a dead person be remembered?

This was also why Captain Marvel didn't recognize him immediately. Who would have thought a dead man could be resurrected and appear on an impossible, distant Planet?

This was simply ridiculous—ridiculous to the extreme!

"Yes, I am Captain America Steve.

I didn't die. I was merely frozen beneath the North Pole, and fortunately, I survived.

It wasn't until four years ago that I was rescued, and since then, I've been adapting to the changes in the World.

The changes on Blue Star are immense now, so much so that you might not believe it.

By the way, after you became Captain Marvel, why didn't you go back to see it?

If you had been there, perhaps things wouldn't have turned out so badly."

Steve had no ulterior motives in his heart; he simply wanted to find a high-level worker to help him.

Danvers wasn't particularly beautiful, not even close to beautiful, but she wasn't ugly either.

She was average, neither outstanding nor unattractive, and her face shape wasn't the popular oval face, appearing somewhat square.

Such a woman is actually difficult to attract men. No matter how she dresses up, she is destined to be this way.

If one had to use a word, it could only be 'enduring'.

Perhaps not stunning, but upon closer inspection, she was quite good.

It was also good to try occasionally; changing flavors was also a good choice.

Even Ancient One could enjoy it, so Captain Marvel was nothing.

Since they had already taken her in, they couldn't just return her, could they?

"What happened to Blue Star?"

Captain Marvel was startled. She had only been away for a little over twenty years. How could it have changed so much?

Half an hour later.

In the underground Base of the local indigenous residents.

Captain Marvel had local specialty dishes and drinks laid out to entertain Captain America Steve and his wives.

Upon seeing the Captain's wives, each as beautiful as a flower, youthful yet possessing the mature charm of a woman.

Danvers was somewhat stunned and silenced by the Impact. How were they all so young?

And more beautiful than her, especially the one named Jean Grey, whose figure was more than twice as good as hers, making her feel a bit inferior.

"Are these all your wives?"

"Yes, they are all my wives. Let me introduce them to you.

This is Hill, Secretary-General of S.H.I.E.L.D., formerly Deputy Director.

This is Sharon, Deputy Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., formerly an Agent.

This is Polaris, she is a Mutant with unique superpowers.

This is Jean Grey, also a Mutant, with distinct dual superpowers.

This is Su Rui, Princess of Wakanda, a brilliant genius scientist with top-notch intelligence.

This is Natasha, a former Soviet Union Agent, S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent, the pinnacle of ordinary humans.

This is Zhao Hailun, a genius Dr. who invented nanotechnology.

This is Betty, General Ross's daughter, also a genius Dr."

Steve's tone was full of pride. They were either exceptionally intelligent, enchantingly beautiful, or noble and aloof. Each one was a charming beauty with unparalleled grace.

Of course, Princess Su Rui, with her dark skin, didn't count; she wasn't the type to please with beauty but an intelligent woman.

After listening to Steve's introduction, Danversremained silent for a long while before she asked weakly.

"You all don't mind marrying the same man?"

"We don't mind, that's a worldly view."

Hill responded with a smile. Monogamy was indeed a worldly view.

Which rich person, magnate, noble, or member of a financial group family was monogamous?

In the Middle East, many places still maintained the tradition of polygamy, and no one seemed to criticize it.

Some people outwardly had one wife, but in reality, they had many lovers and mistresses, and many illegitimate children.

What did this prove?

It proved they dared to do but not to admit, so they weren't real men and didn't deserve to be.

Steve could openly marry them and bring them home, not caring about fans' jealousy and female fans' disappointment, holding a grand wedding.

This was enough to show that he was a true man.

He dared to act, dared to love and hate, wouldn't hide, and wouldn't care about others' opinions.

Gossip always exists, but if you don't listen, it ceases to exist.

Others' words would only slander and defame, representing envious and malicious thoughts, unable to bear seeing others live better than themselves.

Danvers had ventured in the Universe for so long and earned a resounding nickname.

Coupled with having resisted the brainwashing of the Kree Empire's core Level 10 artificial intelligence, she naturally wouldn't be discouraged.

After a moment of dazed astonishment, she quickly recovered.

"Please sit, Steve. Could you please tell me about the current situation on Blue Star?

Oh, by the way, how is Fury?

I estimate he's the only one still alive on Blue Star. If my good friend is also alive, she should be there too.

But you probably don't know her. It doesn't matter. Once I've handled things, I'll go back for a visit."

Some problems cannot be solved with fists and violence, similar to Ultron in the artificial intelligence crisis.

As long as the Internet exists, it will exist and cannot completely disappear.

Unless all electronic components on the entire Planetare destroyed, and the network is completely destroyed, leaving no trace.

After everything is wiped out, even if Ultron is cunning, it will die.

Its immense computing power dictates that it needs to rely on electronic products to store a core part, so that it can continue to calculate other cores later.

The cost of killing it is huge, even capable of setting civilization back.

It's somewhat not worth it. At this point, wanting to save people while also killing it becomes a bit difficult.

It's no less challenging than trying to save the dinosaurs from extinction in the Jurassic period.

Steve didn't explain but used a holographic projection to show the past events.

The projection speed was not slow, and Danvers could keep up.

After silently watching the projection, three hours had already passed.

Hill and the others had finished their meal early and accompanied Su Rui to collect soil samples to research local technological civilizations.

Food from cosmic civilizations was good for a taste, but in truth, it really wasn't as good as the meals prepared in the safe house.

Steve, meanwhile, sat cross-legged, meditating to heal his injuries.

Although he appeared unharmed on the surface, he still had many internal tremors and hidden tearing injuries.

These hidden injuries required internal energy to heal quickly; relying on Extremis also worked, but it took a relatively long time and was sometimes difficult to manage.

"I never thought Blue Star would change so much, so much that I don't recognize it anymore."

Danvers' voice carried a hint of melancholy. She used to be a soldier, and naturally, she was patriotic.

Later, when she soared through the Universe, this sentiment faded considerably.

She was no longer confined to one Planet, nor did she care about any single power on a Planet. Her vision encompassed the entire Universe, fighting against imperialist powers that invaded and colonized everywhere.

When she learned of the foolish actions of those high-ranking U.S. officials, she couldn't help but laugh in anger. As an outsider, she naturally knew how foolish they were.

It was precisely by learning of the dirty past that she became disappointed.

"Indeed, there have been great changes. I was frozen during World War II.

I woke up and it was already the 21st century, and I was even mocked as an old popsicle, haha!"

Steve recounted his anecdotes. In some ways, he and Captain Marvel were no different.

Both had surpassed mortals, super-powered beings who didn't fit in with ordinary people.

Because of the vast disparity in power, getting along was not simple or easy.

Either they enslaved weaker mortals and made them serve them.

Or they became Guardians of mortals, stepping forward when needed, and enjoying their veneration.

In essence, there was no difference between the two methods, truly none.

One was simple and brutal enslavement, the latter was a religious method of mental brainwashing.

So, leaving was the best outcome; never seeing each other again meant they wouldn't grow to dislike each other.

It was good for both, and both had a bright future.

Danvers picked up the beer and chugged it down in one gulp.

"What about you? I remember you were a Super Soldier, is the serum that powerful?"

"I've had many adventures, and I even went to the land of Norse mythology and met the so-called gods.

One god even clashed with me. I fought him, and I wasn't his match.

He didn't win either; instead, due to excessive excitement, he suffered a heart attack and died."

Steve was referring to Odin. The sins he committed, let his wife Frigga repay them.

She went to be a kindergarten principal and teacher with Aunt Mei. Her gentle nature was very suitable for raising children.

The children she educated all turned out very well. Even the tsundere and stubborn Loki, deep down, actually considered Asgard his home.

Without too many thoughts, quietly living out this life.

"Asgard? Gods?"

Captain Marvel fell into thought. She still had her golden hair and hadn't yet changed to her later short hair.

Long hair made her look more feminine, while short hair showed her heroic spirit.

"That's right, the civilization of Asgard.

You can go back and see it if you have time. Perhaps Fury needs your help.

After S.H.I.E.L.D. disbanded, I didn't plan to go back.

Occasionally, I'll go back for a visit, look around, but I won't delve deeper into understanding it.

The wars there, in my opinion, are just child's play; out of sight, out of mind.

Aside from that, their hostility and exclusion towards superheroes are also increasing daily."

Steve didn't want to waste his time explaining, as that would make him seem a bit guilty.

Live your own life, regardless of others' fates.

Let go of the urge to help, respect others' destinies.

Amitābha, Amen, may pearls be shipped free to you!

"I will. When I have time, I will definitely go back and see.

What are your plans for this trip? Perhaps I can help. I'm quite familiar with the star systems around here.

If you want to travel, settle down, trade, or customize things, I can help."

Chapter 214 Polaris's Second Child

"I actually need your help with something. I'm looking for the path and coordinates to Chitauri Star.

If you know, please tell me."

Steve smiled. This was the benefit of having connections.

At home, rely on your wife; outside, rely on your friends.

The more friends you have, the wider your path becomes.

Few friends, many enemies, and your path narrows, young man!

If it were some other more remote place, it would be hard to say.

But Chitauri Star? Captain Marvel was all too familiar with it. She had been there more than once and knew the situation well.

She remembered arriving at Chitauri Star not long after she went into the Universe.

"No problem, I happen to know. I'll copy the star map for you.

Chitauri Star is a great place, a very important commercial city in the entire Universe.

Their technology is highly advanced; they can protect themselves well even without me.

If you go, give my letter to New Star Supreme. She is the highest ruler of Chitauri Star and can provide you with much convenience."

She took out the portable computer on her wrist, speaking and copying the map, and also sent a letter.

Don't be fooled by Captain Marvel's habit of crashing into spaceships with her body during battles; she also possesses a lot of high-tech equipment, the simplest being a computer.

It can transmit messages across several star systems at a decent speed, utilizing incredibly special technology.

This is thanks to the Nova Corps of Chitauri Star, who have set up signal relay stations everywhere, enabling long-distance signal transmission.

As one of the largest logistics hubs, its commerce has reached an extremely prosperous level.

Sixty percent of goods are transshipped there, thus enjoying significant regional dividends.

If you can't understand, consider the regions along a canal; simply collecting tolls can make them incredibly rich.

The unique environment is a natural gift from the heavens, providing a livelihood.

They only need to use tax revenue to maintain military updates, build a powerful technological legion, and maintain regional stability.

Then wealth naturally flows in continuously, forming a positive feedback loop.

Besides being a cargo transfer station, its information selling service is also exceptionally developed.

Whatever information you want, you can consult and purchase it at the local Traveler's Guild.

This includes maps, Planet resources, routes, and the distribution of forces, among other things.

There are also some secret services operating in the dark, such as assassination and kidnapping. However, because they are not presentable, they remain covert services.

Although they cannot be openly prohibited, there is a prior understanding: if someone is allowed to grow fat and then killed, they have no one to blame.

Intelligent beings must have a contractual spirit. For intelligent beings who lack a contractual spirit and do not keep their word, the Nova Corps certainly has ways to help them change.

Danvers was chattering on, introducing the situation on Chitauri Star. It was rare to meet someone from her home Planet, so she naturally appeared more enthusiastic than with others.

This enthusiasm was merely based on acquaintance and a shared hometown, not love.

She had never considered marriage, nor had she considered finding a partner.

Men would only hinder her punches, literally her fists.

She was so powerful, with a neutral heroic spirit, and she disdained those ugly women stirring up trouble online.

Those were bitches; she couldn't stand them, disdained them, and would never assist them in their evil deeds.

"Thank you, Danvers, you are a good person, my friend.

By the way, what are you planning to do next? If you need help, just tell me. I'll help with whatever I can."

Steve accepted the map transfer, recording it in Edith's database.

After detection, there were no viruses or backdoors, simply a database, so he stored it with confidence.

With the map, he wouldn't be completely in the dark in the future.

Although random exploration and visits were like opening a fun blind box, when the blind box was full of garbage and no good things, that enthusiasm and anticipation would be infinitely reduced.

Captain Marvel laughed heartily, picking up beer and local roasted sand worms as a snack, very unrestrained.

This kind of temperament appearing in a woman is truly rare; it is usually more common in men.

"I'm going to deal with the space pirate raiding parties. They often engage in kidnapping, extortion, and robbery.

I have always protected the Universe. With great power comes great responsibility.

I will not interfere with their development. But if someone bullies the weak with a gun, I will definitely stand up for them."

Another poor soul brainwashed, but it is precisely because of these naive superheroes that the World will be much more interesting.

"Okay, thank you for the hospitality. I'm going back to rest now. You were too strong today; you almost killed me."

Steve yawned. This time he was truly tired and needed to go back for a nap.

The Infinity Stones' consumption of physical strength was one thing, but their consumption of mental energy was also significant.

Often, mental energy could only be replenished and restored through sleep, just like ordinary people.

Daily energy could only be maintained for a period of time; once it was mostly depleted, one had to sleep, and then be refreshed the next day.

Staying up all night felt good for a moment, but the subsequent weakness would take half a month to recover from.

"Haha, you're not bad yourself. When you have time, I'll find you for another fight.

It's been a long time since I've had such a satisfying fight; there are almost no people who can fight me to this extent.

By the way, if you plan to seek revenge on the Chitauri Legion, just give me a shout. I also have some scores to settle with them."

Danvers laughed heartily. They say you get to know people by fighting them; only after a fight would she know if the other person was worthy of being her friend.

She didn't have many friends, but the ones she had were valuable.

No matter how many fair-weather friends one has, they are not as good as a few true friends.

The former might not help in times of difficulty and might even take advantage of the situation.

The latter would respond to every request and have the strength to back it up. Everyone likes such friends.

The two drank a few more glasses of wine, then bid farewell.

After Steve left, Captain Marvel Danvers's expression also grew cold.

"The United States is disintegrating? A New Federation? Interesting. I'll go back and take a look when I have time, as if I'm traveling."

To be honest, she felt a bit sad. She was currently in an awkward situation with no family and no one to love her.

When she saw other people's families happy and complete, there was always a trace of loneliness and envy.

The loneliness was only temporary. At her level of strength, most powerful individuals would basically establish their own forces.

Self-contained, not a lone wolf.

Unless one has no ambition or strength, otherwise, they would be like her, a lone wolf in the Universe.

Back on the spaceship, Steve told Hill and the others, then fell into a deep sleep.

He was too tired.

In the battle with Captain Marvel, he used the power of two Stones: one was the Space Stone, which absorbed the Impact of the colliding singularity.

The second was the Reality Stone, which turned illusion into reality, successfully breaking her Binary form.

How strong was the Binary form?

It could ignite a dying Sun, equivalent to creating a new Sun.

There was no Superman here, nor a setting where one could become stronger by basking in the Sun. No matter how powerful the strength, there were always traces to follow.

Either strong genes, similar to Thanos, with thick skin and flesh.

Or another dimension creature, similar to the Dark Lord Dormammu, without a physical body.

Or possessing divine artifacts, the Ten Rings, Infinity Stones, and so on.

Only the Infinity Stones of equal power could break the Binary form.

He slept for three days straight.

During these three days, Captain Marvel Danvers came to visit once. Learning that Steve was still asleep, she simply said goodbye to Hill and the others, then transformed into her regular form and flew into space.

Compared to Steve, who used external power, she, with a trace of the Tesseract's rules augmenting her, strengthened herself.

Her recovery was also very fast. Being powerful was one thing; being able to exert that power was another.

Even with great strength, one could still make mistakes. Insufficient combat intelligence was also a problem.

She disdained learning combat techniques; the techniques she learned in the Kree Empire were already sufficient.

These techniques were enough to deal with ordinary enemies, and using the Binary form was more than enough against strong opponents.

Only when facing top-tier powerhouses would the flaws in her techniques be infinitely magnified.

This thing was very unnoticeable when it wasn't obvious, but once it appeared, it would inevitably lead to a complete collapse.

Steve didn't know how long he had slept. He woke up groggily, looking at the still blue sky outside.

"Whew, how long did I sleep?"

Polaris was a bit bored. She couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Three days and three nights! You're such a pig, sleeping so soundly.

Hehe, hubby, I have some good news to tell you!"

With that, she lowered her head shyly. This was indeed something worth celebrating and being excited about.

"What good news? Did you help pimp someone out, or are you pregnant?"

Steve took a sip of coffee. The rich, sweet coffee was refreshing and tasted good.

Compared to bitter coffee, this sweet coffee was what normal people liked.

After all, sweetness always made people happy; it was best not to try suffering.

Once you tasted suffering, you would have an endless amount of it for a lifetime.

Polaris playfully kicked him with her foot, her tone teasing.

"What nonsense! I'm pregnant, it's our second child!

Are you happy now, silly hubby? Guess if it's a boy or a girl this time?"

"Being pregnant is good news! Hey, how is a second child enough? Ten children would be best, enough for a football team!"

Steve laughed heartily. He had guarded against it day and night, but still couldn't prevent it, could he?

"Get out of here! A football team? Do you think I'm a pig?!"

Polaris laughed in exasperation. This wasn't just talk, because Steve could really do it. This scoundrel never had good intentions.

"Don't you care if the child is a boy or a girl?"

"I don't care. A girl would be better. A girl would be like you, cute and pretty.

Besides, girls are like little padded jackets; they'll always care for me, their father.

Boys are not necessarily so; there will be many more things to worry about with them in the future."

Steve honestly didn't need a son, because for an immortal, not having a son was the best choice.

Daughters didn't matter; whether they married or not, they would be filial to their parents.

Sons were responsible for carrying on the family line, and there would be many more issues and things to worry about with them in the future.

So, daughters were better, less worry and less trouble.

With so many wives helping to watch and educate, he really didn't need to worry too much.

"Hmph, bad hubby. When you're awake, go eat. Sister Hill has something to tell you. I'm going to catch up on some sleep now."

Polaris yawned. She didn't really like having children; during that time, she was always very sleepy, tired, and hungry, which wasn't a good experience at all.

However, she didn't mind it either.

After all, for a wife, bearing children for her beloved husband was a very normal thing.

Steve stayed for a while, waiting for his mind to clear a bit before getting up and going to the dining room.

Hill had changed into homewear and came out with a bowl of seafood fried rice and a bowl of ginseng soup.

Placing the food on the table, she rested her chin on her hands, her emerald eyes filled with a smile.

"The map has been marked. Once you feel better, we'll depart for Chitauri Star. It should take about half a month."

Steve picked up the fragrant food and began to eat. It was good to have a wife, especially an understanding one.

This was much better treatment than some cuckolds received; it was simply incomparable.

Working themselves to death to earn money at home, eating cold takeout. While their wives went out to bars, hiring male models, it was laughable.

"Why wait for me? We can leave directly.

You are my wife, my main wife. If I don't manage things, you take charge.

Don't be so polite with me. It seems you want a second child too!"

At the mention of this, Hill raised an eyebrow, a hint of challenge on her pretty face.

"It's not impossible. I think this period is quite suitable.

First, we'll find a foothold, a permanent residence, on Chitauri Star. Then we can consider the matter of a second child.

Don't you want many children? I am your wife, I'll listen to you."

Hill was turning the tables. Whatever he had said to her just now, she was returning it exactly.

Sharon giggled beside them, watching the show.

She wasn't participating or fanning the flames; she was just enjoying the drama.

"Alright, you win, Hill, you're really amazing."

Steve finished the fried rice and the ginseng soup, and his vitality instantly returned.

The seemingly ordinary fried rice actually had many seasonings, seafood, and beef added to it. The price of one bowl of rice would be nearly a million on PlanetEarth.

The ingredients he ate were carefully selected, and also grown and raised by himself, so they could be trusted.

When you earn money, you should enjoy life, not eat cold takeout. That's a cuckold's life.

If you have money and don't enjoy it, what's the point of earning money?

To be a turtle?

Right, some people are suited to be turtles, to be cuckolds.

Their slogans might be loud and clear, but in reality, they are just cuckolds, pathetic turtle men.

Besides exploding some idiotic gold coins, they are completely useless.

Hill smiled, she wasn't deliberately provoking, just stating the truth.

There was some jealousy and envy; jealousy that Polaris didn't have to do anything.

But if she herself were truly idle, she would feel uncomfortable all over; she was naturally inclined to find something to do.

She also envied Polaris for having a second child. After all, bearing children for her beloved husband was a very happy thing.

Chapter 215 Polaris's Scientific Research Results

Half a month later.

They traveled along the map coordinates, not only performing space jumps but also dealing with other unexpected situations.

Asteroid fields in space were common; as long as they detected them carefully using unique lightwave detection technology, they could avoid them.

On Blue Star, most of the detection technology used was sonar, which was fast and accurate.

However, in a space environment, without air, it couldn't propagate.

Sonar technology thus became like a Joker, completely meaningless.

Besides the asteroid attacks, the closer they got to Chitauri Star, the more merchants and wanderers they encountered.

The law of the jungle prevailed in the Universe; weakness was a sin, and if you were sinful, you'd be robbed.

Many merchants, upon encountering a fat sheep, wouldn't mind playing Bandits for a while.

They encountered three attacks along the way; one was a lone wolf attacker.

Steve didn't even make a move, as he was busy at the time, with no time, busy pedaling his bicycle.

Only Jean Grey had time; after the spaceship fended off the attack, she approached.

Using her psychic power, she twisted the lone wolf's head off and, in passing, salvaged his small spaceship as a trophy.

That lone wolf was a repeat offender; he could tell at a glance that this spaceship belonged to a newcomer, lacking even basic equipment.

It was a small gamble for a big win, a desperate strike; what if he pulled off a big score and struck it rich?

Fortune favors the bold!

But he ended up dead.

He didn't even see what the other party looked like; his head was twisted off in a very strange way.

Until his death, he didn't know why, nor did he understand how he was killed.

Jean Grey was seething with Fire; when she encountered Captain Marvel before, she only made one move.

That one move caused a profound shock to her, who had originally been indifferent to everything; she hadn't expected such a powerful woman to exist beyond the Universe.

If the other party had been a male, and Steve had lost, the outcome certainly wouldn't have been good.

She wanted to help, but she had never been very serious, which meant her strength wasn't particularly high.

She could sweep through low-tier matches with ease, but couldn't participate in high-tier ones at all, getting knocked out as soon as she showed her head.

So, when a lone wolf delivered himself to her, wouldn't he be used as a punching bag?

The second time, space pirates came to deliver themselves, accustomed to plundering.

Furthermore, since the spaceship bore no faction markings, such an unorganized, guild-less fat sheep wasn't something you encountered every day; they had to help him!

But the problem lay in their misjudgment; did they not consider whether someone capable of space travel would be an ordinary person?

Who doesn't have a few superpowers?

It just so happened that Jean Grey was practicing with her psychic power, wanting to test her recent cultivation results.

Polaris volunteered to appear; she hadn't taken action in a long time, and this was an opportunity she had to seize to let Steve know she wasn't just freeloading.

Using her magnetic abilities, even in space, she could skillfully employ magnetism for traction and control.

Her green hair glowed under the dim blue cabin lighting. She pressed her palm against the alloy wall, and intricate electrical patterns spread along the metal framework.

"Hand over your money, goods, and women, or become stardust."

A synthesized electronic voice came over the public channel, speaking the Chitauri Star language; this language was widely circulated because it was a logistics hub and the most prosperous trading Planet, with many visitors and high recognition.

Asking Steve to hand over goods and women?

The first condition was unacceptable, and the second was simply asking for death!

The pirate flagship deployed its Hive-like turrets, and thousands of tungsten steel projectiles hummed in the magnetic accelerators.

Polaris smiled broadly, having not encountered anyone so unafraid of death in a long time.

They were actually thinking of her? She was a woman, so naturally, she was among the 'goods' the other party spoke of.

In an instant, the entire spaceship's metal components let out a mournful cry.

The first barrage of projectiles abruptly halted ten meters from the viewport, as if crashing into invisible amber.

This was impossible; it was clearly a beam of energy, yet it was held in place by her magnetic field!

She flicked her fingers, and those beams actually reversed direction, tracing crimson plasma trails in deep space.

"Witness the great Queen Polaris, and remember, the Queen who kills you is I, Lorna!"

Jean Grey mumbled softly.

"They don't understand what we're saying."

Polaris glared at her, annoyed; the atmosphere she had just built up was completely ruined by her.

"Can't Edith translate? Jean, you're interrupting me!"

"Alright, alright, you continue, I won't say anything."

Jean Grey was a bit speechless; she really was like Magneto, loving to show off—they were indeed father and daughter, absolutely biological!

As a defiant smile appeared on Polaris's lips, that former woman had returned!

The liquid outer shells of the seven enemy ships suddenly boiled, and purplish-blue electrical sparks erupted from the turret seams.

The main cannon of the outermost warship uncontrollably turned towards its allies, and high-energy beams melted two adjacent spaceships in half.

The shattered metal fragments were captured by Lorna's magnetic field, coalescing into a giant spiral drill in the vacuum.

Polaris's smile grew even brighter; her fair, pretty face combined with her beautiful features truly gave her the aura of a Queen.

She clasped her hands and made a tearing motion; the entire pirate mothership was crumpled like a tin foil ball by an invisible giant hand.

The titanium alloy metal framework reached its fatigue limit from repeated folding, then disintegrated into billions of silver particles. These particles coalesced in Lorna's palm into a crescent-shaped blade, slicing through the shields of the last three warships.

When starlight once again illuminated this starfield, only twisted metal frameworks floated amidst the debris.

Whoosh!

Polaris gave a light, flippant whistle, her expression uncontrollably smug.

She blew lightly at the wreckage, and the metal instantly corroded into dark red dust, like a death rose blooming in the Universe.

"Next time, remember to build your spaceship out of ceramic."

She single-handedly dealt with seven pirate spaceships, all by herself!

No wonder she was showing off; such an exaggerated feat would have Magneto bragging to everyone he met.

"Well done, Lorna, you really outdid yourself.

You're usually either watching TV series or playing games; I thought you'd become lazy and neglectful.

I didn't expect you to be so powerful. We said we'd just lay flat together, but you secretly worked hard; that's so mean!"

Jean Grey congratulated her while also complaining.

So cunning!

Is this what good girlfriends are like?

Alright, alright, so this is how we're playing!

"Hehe, you only know I play games, but you don't know what games I play.

Who says playing games can't lead to improvement? You're underestimating games, you know!"

Polaris blinked; she didn't mind sharing her insights.

She had always just drifted along, waiting to die; before she met Steve, she struggled with all her might just to survive.

But after meeting Steve, she started to lay flat and enjoy life, no longer needing to strive for a living.

Every day, besides being a good wife and fulfilling her duties, she did nothing else.

She used to watch TV series, but later she focused on playing games.

It seemed she was enjoying a standard married life: her husband worked hard to earn money outside, while she stayed home, caring for her husband and raising her children.

But the problem was, she rarely took care of her own children, leaving them to Aunt Mei, and was so engrossed in playing games that she was even a bit unqualified as a mother.

Jean Grey felt a bit curious; she realized she didn't understand these sisters at all.

They were all members of the harem, yet each one hid things, maintaining harmony on the surface, but secretly competing!

"What game is it?"

"Souls-like games!"

Polaris didn't have so many thoughts; she just wanted to show off and share some of her experience.

If this method worked, she could be even more openly lazy in the future.

What palace intrigue or cunning schemes?

They thought too badly of her; she had never, and would never, entertain such thoughts.

As long as Steve didn't abandon her or send her away, she would be perfectly happy to continue like this. Isn't it better to have other sisters help share the burden?

It was much better than being exhausted every single time.

"Souls-like? What's that?"

Jean Grey became more and more confused; what did Souls-like games have to do with improving abilities?

Don't speak in riddles, leaving things halfway; it's very annoying.

Polaris proudly placed her hands on her hips; her abdomen was already showing, nurturing a new life, her second child.

"My father once said that his power increase came from a mental breakthrough.

At that time, Charles used his telepathy to read his memories, and also helped him revisit his childhood, recalling the warm and beautiful past.

Besides the beautiful and warm memories, there were also his memories of suffering in the concentration camp.

There was even my grandmother, who was killed as an experimental subject because his potential could not be awakened.

These bad memories can cause significant emotional fluctuations, and the activation of Mutant abilities requires a mental breakthrough.

Why this is so, no one knows; they only know it's an opportunity for abilities to break through."

Polaris spoke passionately for a while, then took a sip of coffee to moisten her throat.

Looking at Jean Grey's still confused expression, she couldn't help but feel a bit smug. They all said Jean Grey had the Phoenix Force and was a top-tier Mutant.

She was considered among the top three in terms of power and was highly regarded.

But her progress was too slow now; could it be that she would have to wait until she was seventy or eighty before she could activate the so-called Phoenix Force?

That was a bit too slow.

This battle today clearly illustrated the point and showed that she, Lorna Rogers, was not a useless freeloader.

After marrying Steve, taking her husband's surname was a very normal thing in the United States.

"Souls-like games have one characteristic: they are very difficult, and very fair. It's normal to die dozens or hundreds of times in one playthrough.

After a while, it makes me very angry, but I'm unwilling to stop playing, so I continue to play in that anger.

The moment I finally defeated the boss, the suppressed emotions were instantly released; anger, suffering, and frustration turned into joy and excitement.

The emotional fluctuations also caused my abilities to break through, and my strength became particularly strong—that's my secret!

It's also the result of my continuous research, and I'm telling you today, by the way."

After hearing Polaris's words, Jean Grey's inner turmoil could not be calmed for a long time.

She had underestimated others too much; even Polaris, who had always been known for just drifting along, was actually a genius. So, what about this turn of events?

It was Polaris's words that opened the door to a New World for her, making her understand one thing: what it means that all roads lead to Rome.

So, improving one's strength could be done this way?

She used to think that playing games was a waste of time and ambition, but now it seemed her perspective was too narrow; she should broaden her horizons.

It was precisely this conversation that led to the third time they were robbed by a merchant convoy.

Jean Grey also single-handedly annihilated the entire convoy, which brought another small shock.

That was, while activating the Phoenix Force, she would also be eroded by the power; if she used too much, she would eventually be assimilated and become a part of the power.

She still needed to find a new way to control this power instead of being eroded by it.

As they approached Chitauri Star, there were military forces at the outer satellite space station to intercept them.

They had to use a specific channel, undergo inspection and registration, and ensure there were no issues before they could enter.

If they were experienced lone wolves, they could enter through another method.

Newcomers, however, had to register, otherwise, it was out of the question.

"Queue?"

Steve looked at the long line of spaceships and frowned.

Queue for what?

He was Captain America, after all; did they not understand the value of a Captain?

"Do you know Captain Marvel?"

The registration officer, a taxi soldier, merely glanced at him, his gaze utterly disdainful.

"No, I don't. I don't care who you are; go queue up quietly and don't cause trouble!

Hick, this is Chitauri Star, not a place for your amusement. If you don't understand the rules, I can send you to jail for two days, and then you'll know what rules are."

Whether someone was an experienced traveler or not was judged by their conduct and understanding of the rules.

Such a novice who didn't understand any rules was the easiest to exploit.

It was a big forest, and all kinds of Birds existed.

Now, it was a case of a big store bullying customers; Chitauri Star was the busiest and most prosperous Planet in the Universe.

It possessed a well-established Nova Corps and highly advanced technology.

If it weren't for Ronan the Kree possessing the Power Stone, he truly couldn't have defeated the Nova Corps.

Their high-tech spaceships could connect in a unique way, forming a distinctive formation.

Not only could they converge the attacks of thousands of spaceships into a single point, causing super destructive power.

They could also elevate their defense to the extreme, withstanding heavy Firepower.

They could both attack and defend.

Achieving this through technology alone was fitting for their geographical location.

Without a powerful army, how could they defend this place?

It was a uniquely advantageous location, surrounded by space jump points; wouldn't passing ships need to resupply here?

Wouldn't the money just flow in?

"Husband, is there a problem?"

Hill walked over, clad in a dark trench coat and high heels. The serum's enhancement and the allure of having given birth made the registration soldier stare, captivated.

What a captivating beauty!

"It's not impossible to take a shortcut; just have this lady join me for dinner tonight, and everything else can be discussed."

Hill's beautiful face instantly froze with frost. It had been a long time since she had heard someone try to proposition her, and to say it in front of Steve? Was he trying to die?

Chapter 216: Open the door, free trade

Steve smiled; wasn't this also proof of Hill's beauty?

But this guy still had to die. A glance was fine; it wasn't like the black robes and headscarves of the Middle East.

To say it so blatantly showed he was truly audacious and really saw him as a fat sheep.

However, everything follows the principle of 'courtesy before force.' Steve put his arm around Hill, his gaze playful as he looked at the Nova Corps soldier at the registration desk. This was a declaration of ownership!

"Danvers, Chitauri Star actually wants my woman to accompany them. Tell New Star Supreme about this.

If I don't get a response within half an hour, I will solve the problem my own way."

Steve didn't make things difficult for the other party; instead, he saved the recording.

He also tried to transmit a signal to Chitauri Star. He hadn't done that in a long time and needed some people's help.

What better way to establish authority than to fight a super famous force in the Universe?

He really didn't expect the people of Chitauri Star to be like this. To provoke him so foolishly, one could only say they were blind!

Back on the spaceship, Steve started calling people.

Avengers Headquarters.

Tony, who was immersed in improving the Iron Man Suit, was still supervising the robotic arms manufacturing the suit. He no longer needed to do it himself.

The precision of the robotic arms was better than human hands, and there was no hand tremor.

For details invisible to the naked eye, entrusting them to robotic arms was undoubtedly the best choice.

"Sir, you have a call from Captain Steve."

Jarvis had also been moved to the laboratory. The power supply here was sufficient, but there were many fewer physical network routes, which meant some areas were inaccessible.

"Steve? Didn't that old popsicle go off to do some unsavory things?

He's definitely not calling me for anything good this time!"

Though he sounded dismissive, Tony still answered the phone. After all, Steve was also his friend, one of the few close friends he could talk to.

"Hello, Captain, why do you have time to call me? It seems you've run into trouble and need the great Iron Man to help you through it!"

"Haha, Tony, hearing you say that proves you've moved past your sadness.

As a friend, I'm very happy. Congratulations on your new beginning.

I do indeed have something I need your help with; I've encountered a bit of trouble on an alien Planet."

Steve laughed heartily. After all, they were friends, comrades who had fought side-by-side in New York.

In this timeline, the incident where he concealed Howard's cause of death being related to Bucky, leading to his fallout with Iron Man, didn't happen.

"Wait, you're on an alien Planet? How did you get there? You didn't take me last time, did you!"

Time can dilute sadness; this sentence applies to most people.

Even Tony was no exception. Although learning of Maya's death was sad, the grief would pass and not last long.

Upon hearing about an alien Planet and the ability to travel through space, to roam the Universe, no one could refuse such a thing, just as men cannot resist soaring through the blue sky.

"I went last time when the technology and routes weren't mature. I was just acting as a pioneer to clear the way.

How are things on your end? Haven't been affected, have you?"

The capture Steve mentioned was of Nissa, the VampirePrincess. The Vampire Kingdom possessed immense wealth, and in these chaotic times, the land they controlled became very valuable.

"It's all good here. It's just that Killian, that bastard, has disappeared somewhere.

If I find him, I'm definitely going to blow his head off! I'll f*ck him!"

Tony cursed. Although there was hatred, he wasn't in a hurry. He had waited so long already, a little more time wouldn't matter.

"Chitauri Star is a very busy transit hub in the Universe. I originally wanted to visit them normally.

But they called me a bumpkin and wanted to confiscate my spaceship.

Sigh, why do they have to be so cheap?

I just wanted to interact with them as an ordinary person, but all I got was ridicule and mockery.

Alright, no more pretending. I'm going to tell them now that I am Captain America, and they need to open their doors for free trade!"

Steve hadn't felt this way before, nor had he fully embraced his identity as Captain America.

Now he had awakened, he had sublimated. This was what Captain America truly was.

Using the name of the United States to open the customs of other Planets for so-called free trade.

If they were willing to open their doors, then prosperity would follow.

If they weren't, then he would help them open them. It was simply a matter of whether it was done gracefully or not.

Upon hearing this, Tony's expression was a bit strange.

Free trade?

How was this approach so similar to pirate theory? Capitalism doing business with other countries was like this, and this was already very benevolent.

After all, they could just take things without paying, yet they were still willing to offer goods for trade.

He was truly, crying and moved to death!

"You want me to help you take down a Planet? What do I get from it!"

Tony didn't think it was difficult. Regardless of whether it was difficult or not, with Captain America there, ultimate victory was assured.

"You can get their technology and cosmic materials.

Alright, let's go to the conference room. I've already called everyone else."

Seeing that the meeting was ready, Steve ended the call with Tony.

Besides Iron Man, he had invited all the other Super Heroes and Super Villains.

This was a great opportunity to make a fortune abroad, and it required the help of powerful super-powered individuals.

These people were wasted on Blue Star. Bringing them out to show off and let the entire Universe witness the strength of their Avengers!

In the conference room, many familiar old faces were already seated.

There was Whiplash, who had also developed an Iron Man Suit, Iron Man's arch-enemy.

There was Dr. Octopus, who had developed mechanical ascension combining machinery and flesh.

Spider-Man, the Green Goblin father and son, and Thorand Loki, the two troubled brothers, all rushed over.

Doctor Strange also came, leaving Wong to guard the house.

There weren't many people, but each one was very powerful and influential.

"Everyone, I need your help to deal with the alien fleet. Those without aerial combat capabilities will go to the ground for destruction and assault.

In a word, fight until they open their doors and implement free trade with us.

If you don't want to participate in this war, you can pretend you didn't hear anything. The door is right there.

I'll give you one minute. Those who don't want to go can leave directly. This time, there's a possibility of death, so not going is a very normal choice."

After the video started, Steve gave a brief motivational speech.

He merely needed them, but they weren't absolutely essential.

Everyone looked at each other, and no one left.

Even Spider-Man didn't leave. Although his wife was pregnant, he shouldn't, by rights, participate in the war.

But Captain was his idol, and since Captain had spoken, how could he not help?

He had to help! He absolutely had to help!

"Alright, it seems you all have guts."

Steve rarely made a joke, and not a single person left.

"Now, go back and pack your gear. You have twenty minutes.

I'll assign your tasks. Just fight; I'll take responsibility for anything that happens.

Also, try not to die; that would be embarrassing."

The video ended there, and everyone exchanged glances.

Spider-Man looked at Tony.

"Mr. Stark, the suit you mentioned last time, is it still possible to make it now?"

"Yes, I already made it for you. Let's go; I also need to prepare a lot of things this time.

Repair bays and everything else must be ready. I think we should go out and severely educate those aliens."

Tony and Spider-Man left the conference room arm in arm. Time was short and the task was urgent; no time for boasting.

The Green Goblin father and son also had to go back and prepare things; pumpkin bombs had to be brought.

But they had always specialized in special operations, focusing on small-scale attacks and confrontations.

Gliders couldn't carry that much, and in large-scale military operations, firepower was always the most critical point to consider.

As long as firepower was sufficient, there was no enemy that couldn't be defeated.

If there was, it was certainly because the firepower wasn't powerful enough.

Whiplash pondered for a moment, then decided to bring out his exoskeleton armor.

At the cost of reduced flexibility, he would enhance firepower coverage.

This time, he wanted to see how powerful the alien's military operations truly were. He was curious to see what was so remarkable.

The information blockade was very strict. At least, by the time they were teleported away by Steve using the Space Stone, Fury's side had just reacted.

"Alien war? What is Steve doing? Isn't this hegemony?"

Fury's scalp tingled. The mess on Blue Star hadn't even been fully resolved, and now there was a cosmic war.

Rebuilding S.H.I.E.L.D. had cost him too much effort, not just in personnel auditing and screening, but more so in funding and equipment.

There weren't many factories they could inherit, resources were bottlenecked, and so were scientific research talents.

He was still struggling to make discoveries, while Stevewas already developing on alien Planets. How could he even begin to complain?

Coulson answered the phone, his first reaction being shock.

"What? You said a group of Black men with high-tech weapons landed on the East Coast?

Why didn't the army have any warning?

You said they retreated? They retreated directly without even engaging in a firefight?

Alright, I understand. Continue to observe and report any information immediately."

Fury's eyelids twitched rapidly. This was truly unbearable.

He himself was Black, but he considered himself an American, a Black man of the New World.

The Black people of Africa had nothing to do with him. What brothers? Don't know them, don't try to claim kinship!

Subconsciously, he looked down on them, even if they were both Black, sometimes that's just how it was.

In the current chaotic situation, the U.S. military was fragmented, with each faction hoarding strength to deter opponents.

If territory was lost, it was lost, but if their armies and weapons were destroyed, they would never again enjoy this kind of life.

When interests were laid bare, was it better to hoard strength and enjoy life, or to die heroically, with one's name not even remembered after death?

The choice was obvious.

"Who exactly are those people?"

The only question Fury could think of was Wakanda.

It was impossible for any region in Africa to develop such a massive military-industrial complex. These spaceships looked very sturdy, and their designs were very novel.

Africa had many minerals, but whether raw materials could be processed and purified depended on the industrial capacity.

After much thought, only Wakanda fit the description.

Furthermore, changes had been occurring since last year.

The King had changed, becoming more aggressive.

Now, seeing the U.S. weak, they were the first to come out and challenge its hegemony!

The thought of the U.S. being carved up by its former allies sent shivers down Fury's spine. Wouldn't he become a stateless, wandering ghost?

The scene shifted to the East Coast, near the Atlantic Ocean.

Wakanda, located in Africa, was continuously transporting soldiers to Florida for landing operations.

Initially, they planned to decapitate the President in one fell swoop, believing that taking down the U.S. Federal Congress would dismantle the highest ruling order.

But when Killmonger arrived, he realized something was wrong!

After the S.H.I.E.L.D. incident, and the killing of many scientists and Jewish financiers, the U.S. had experienced a rapid industrial decline.

Each state declaring itself a king was no longer news; they simply formed councils for the sake of appearances, using the U.S. name to gain benefits.

When U.S. debt matured, they would declare the U.S. dissolved.

At that time, trillions of U.S. dollars in debt would naturally not need to be repaid, and no one would care about the resulting turmoil.

Anyway, as long as they weren't the ones suffering losses, it didn't matter.

"You mean there's no President in the U.S. now?"

Killmonger was a bit speechless. Soon, they issued orders to attack and advance, eliminating all resistance, especially old White men, who were to be killed without mercy.

However, Black people should be left alone as much as possible; he wanted them as his base.

Absorbing local Black people could then counteract the established Black power of Wakanda.

During this time, he had been very unhappy, constantly being constrained, and he didn't dare to use force.

Aside from killing Zu Li, who had betrayed his father, he dared not use such tactics against the other chiefs.

First, take down a state, occupy this area, and then slowly consider what to do next.

But before the U.S. military even started fighting, he had already rapidly advanced backward, at an incredibly fast speed.

It was true that there wasn't much resistance along the way, but the desolation and ruins were also real!

He didn't know what they had gone through for such a situation to occur.

Shops were broken into, and inside, besides rotting corpses, there were bullet holes and a mess of garbage.

It seemed that before their attack, a war had already taken place here, a localized war that destroyed the local area!

Community after community was established. Killmonger swept through these communities, finding wealth and food within them.

But problems also arose; there were many civilians here.

Ordering the massacre of civilians, Wakandan officers disagreed. They could kill enemies, but they would not kill unarmed civilians.

Killing enemies and killing civilians were two different things.

The former could be called confrontation and struggle, and wartime behavior was simple and unscrupulous.

But killing civilians, what was that all about? That was a warrior's disgrace, not a glorious honor!

Chapter 217: Heroes Gather, Premonition of War

Chitauri Star Outpost.

The soldier who had previously threatened Hill boasted to his Officer, not taking the so-called bumpkin in his eyes seriously.

"Uncle Bobbi, you wouldn't believe it, I just had an interesting encounter."

"Karl, what did you encounter? Did someone try to cut in line, and you threatened them into giving you their wife to play with again?"

The man in the Nova Corps Officer uniform, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a full beard, teased him without reservation.

Clearly, as an outpost, he was well aware of what the taxi soldiers below him were doing.

Not to mention them, he himself also used his power to line his own pockets and coerced merchants into sending him women.

With power in hand, if he didn't use it now, it would expire and become void.

After all, the Nova Corps implemented a rotation system, changing every five years.

It was ostensibly to prevent corruption and embezzlement, but in reality, it was a disguised way of making money.

Everyone took turns making money, so naturally, there would be no talk of unfairness.

Chitauri Star's sentinel Planet, similar in size to the Moon.

It not only served as an outpost for defense and early warning but also stationed troops responsible for inspecting merchant cargo.

Experienced merchants knew to bribe the stationed troops with goods; only then would they turn a blind eye and let them pass.

They could take some, but not all.

They clearly understood the difference between a single full meal and continuous full meals.

If they fancied something, or a certain woman, they could also use their power to coerce the other party.

Backed by Chitauri Star, such a huge and prosperous Planet, there was no shortage of merchants coming.

If one were to speak of corruption, it was a commonplace occurrence, not a strange thing at all.

"I just met a very attractive woman and a bumpkin."

Karl pulled up the surveillance footage and showed Hill's photo to his uncle.

In fact, they had no blood relation; it was just that his father and the other party were graduates of the same military academy, which allowed them to be familiar with each other.

Although the Nova Corps did not accept the so-called son inheriting the father's position, there were policies above and countermeasures below.

Exchanging children to serve in the other party's legion, and when the time was ripe, they could be transferred back based on military merits and length of service.

If they were identified as talent, they couldn't possibly push talent away, could they?

Bobbi's eyes lit up as soon as he saw Hill's photo. Her stunning beauty, cold demeanor, and mature charm made her a natural siren.

"Good, good boy, you have good taste. Haha, it seems your position should be moved up. In half an hour, I want to see her in my office. Can you do that?"

Using power for personal gain was the norm; doing things properly was the minority.

Karl's eyes brightened. This was a promotion and a raise!

One must know that in the Nova Corps, there was a position for every person. Colonels had their children to inherit positions, and Generals also had their children to inherit positions.

To climb up, one relied not only on flattery but also on a bit of timing, geographical advantage, and human relations!

"No problem, Uncle, I'll go with my men now to invite her over, and you can educate her on Chitauri Star's knowledge and education."

These words were spoken so grandly, what Popular Science Knowledge , this was a Weasel paying a New Year's call!

Unfortunately, he didn't know if he would hit a snag.

They didn't care; as long as someone dared to touch them, behind them was the Nova Corps, which would be a provocation to the entire legion.

To some extent, it was also kidnapping the entire legion to back their dirty deeds.

"Go, I await your good news."

Bobbi felt it was necessary to go back and prepare. It had been a long time since he had seen such a stunning siren. He felt like he had returned to his youthful state!

On the Dark Elves' spaceship.

Hill stood with her arms crossed, wearing high heels, in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

"Husband, I really don't like that man's eyes. Help me dig them out."

"Alright, capture the person first. It's time to start a war to make our name known. Alas, these people are just asking for trouble. We clearly came wanting free trade.

Yet they always think they can manipulate us. If that's the case, then don't blame us. Danvers hasn't responded, and even if she does, it will be too late. The Nova Corps is so arrogant, they are no longer just ordinary troublesome people! One Air Transport, mobilize!"

Steve did not flare up on the spot but recorded the situation, intending to use it after the battle to stand on the moral high ground and force Chitauri Star to make concessions and compensation.

If they had no morals and did not understand what courtesy, righteousness, integrity, and shame were, his hammer and the superheroes under his command would surely find a way to educate them.

Four Winter Soldiers appeared, and Bucky was teleported over using the Space Stone.

Heidi, standing behind Hill, felt a bit emotional. When they were subdued by Steve, time had passed, and everyone remained unchanged.

She, however, had already given Steve two children, but because she was not beautiful or famous, she was unnoticed in the corner.

The original super soldiers still had good fertility.

If not controlled, one person could probably give birth to a football team, without any hidden injuries remaining.

"Old friend, I need your help."

Steve went over and patted Bucky's shoulder. All this time, he had let Bucky rest, training him in modern firearms and knowledge for future combat.

Bucky appeared a bit older than him, HYDRA's top male model.

"You're too polite to say such things to me. What do you need me to do?"

"You take them, and after the war begins, descend to Chitauri Star via small spacecraft. There are no energy shields up there, so you need to land covertly.

I've already had Lorna retrieve a Nova Corps spaceship. After landing, your mission is to find the Nova Corps' command center.

If you can launch a surprise attack, do so. If the enemy's defenses are too strong, then switch to destroying their energy supply system, causing as much chaos as possible."

Steve's smile was somewhat cruel. He rarely did such things himself, usually delegating them to his subordinates.

"Besides you, there's also the Special Operations Team. They will follow closely behind, and you will command them.

If you're busy, I'll have Edith help with command and marking locations.

Just cause chaos and prevent them from focusing on the space battle. Don't worry about the laws of war; there's no prisoner convention here."

Outer space warfare is a fight to the death. On Blue Planet, there's a saying, 'Those not of our kind are sure to have different hearts.'

This saying also applies to foreign wars. If they are not from the same Planet, they are definitely beasts, and killing beasts carries no psychological burden.

"Okay, I'll do it."

At this moment, Su Rui hurried over, nodding when she saw Bucky.

"Hello, White Wolf, you seem to have recovered well."

"Hello, Su Rui, thank you for your treatment. It seems you are already Steve's wife, congratulations."

Bucky's cold face also showed a hint of a smile. It was Su Rui who was his primary Doctor for treatment back then.

Su Rui was a little embarrassed by the remark. Her marriage to Steve was akin to an ancestral grave emitting green smoke (a great fortune).

"Hehe, it's good, it's my honor."

She turned to Steve.

"Husband, my brother's side is ready. Killmonger's army has also assembled, and they are preparing to continue their offensive."

"Good, you've worked hard. Go back and prepare for simulated combat. This time, let's have some fun."

Steve hadn't been idle for the past half hour; he had been preparing for war.

Besides summoning superheroes and supervillains to form reinforcements, he also set his sights on Wakanda's army.

Although Killmonger was currently the King of Wakanda, most of the army had already landed in Florida, preparing to continue dismembering the United States.

But what if they were teleported to Chitauri Star, where a bewildered Killmonger, coupled with Chitauri Star's hostility towards outsiders, suddenly saw an army appear on their territory?

No need to think, it would undoubtedly be annihilation!

Using Wakanda's army as bait to buy himself time was a strategy that also received Su Rui's approval.

Because her heart and soul belonged to Steve, she would give everything to help her husband.

Because she was not beautiful, she was even more gentle and well-behaved.

As for Black Panther, that was, of course, to support the Wakanda army, and incidentally, to make a name for himself in this war, to once again confront Killmonger, and reclaim the position of King.

Besides the Wakanda army, Asgard's army had also assembled.

It was just that Hela couldn't be contacted; otherwise, with her presence, the war would be much easier.

The portal opened again.

Superheroes and villains also gathered and were transported over.

Tony was fully armed and even brought a truck trailer filled with weapons and energy supplies.

"Oh, oh! Is this outer space? Tsk, tsk, tsk, it looks pretty good. Is that Planet our target?"

"Looks good, quite interesting. Heh heh, Tony, last time you had your limbs cut off, this time don't die here. I still want to twist your neck myself and give my father an explanation."

Whiplash also brought a large amount of military equipment, clearly knowing that war meant firepower and logistics, and armor needed maintenance.

"You're talking nonsense, you're the one who's going to get killed!"

Tony snorted, not wanting to bother with the other party, who kept saying he would kill him.

But in reality, the look in his eyes was very strange. Why were the Soviets not hardcore, but rather developing a preference for male beauty?

"I have prepared a material transfer warehouse for you, where you can resupply at any time. Now, let's assign tasks. Some of you will face the Nova Corps directly in space with me.

Others will go to the ground for surprise attacks. Remember, do not be soft-hearted.

If we hold back now, in the future, they will unleash all that anger on Blue Planet. Against enemies, we must fight until they are convinced.

Does everyone understand?"

Steve didn't want anyone to be a bleeding heart, and here he specifically praised Spider-Man.

Spider-Man Peter, who felt uncomfortable under the sharp gaze, scratched his head a little awkwardly.

"Don't worry, Mr. Stark gave me a high-tech Iron Man Suit, which has a one-shot kill mode. I won't be soft-hearted. For Ursula, and for our children, and the reward, I will give my all!"

A typical working-class drone, this battle also came with money.

To support their families, superheroes also had to work, otherwise, they would truly end up on the assembly line. In this high-tech era, people are already using unmanned robotic arms for assembly line production, so in the future, even screwing in screws might not be needed.

At this moment, someone was knocking at the door outside, and the projection was transmitted in real-time.

Outside was Karl with a squad of Nova Corps soldiers, fully armed, and carrying energy Rocket launchers and laser Gatling guns.

Having abandoned traditional gunpowder weapons, they had entered the laser era, which was safer, more efficient, and more powerful.

"Open the door, send out the woman named Hill, otherwise, you will be arrested on charges of disturbing the peace and attempted assault!"

Everyone heard it, and their expressions became strange.

Some were snickering, some were startled, and some were gloating.

They weren't mocking Steve, but rather mocking these aliens who, despite looking similar to them, were truly asking for death.

Loki shrugged nonchalantly and said to Thor.

"I think my old pranks were a bit too kind to you. You should apologize to me."

"Then should I also wear a suit and tie and say thank you to you?"

Thor was amused. Don't try to be like others; it will only harm yourself.

Tony looked at Steve, with a hint of provocation.

"Steve, it seems someone doesn't respect you."

Steve's figure disappeared and returned a few seconds later, his hand gripping a struggling Karl, whose eyes had become hollow.

The Nova Corps soldiers outside had also turned to ash, evidently burned by some high temperature.

"All forces attack, leave no one! Edith, activate the Iron Legion! I'm going to utterly destroy the Nova Corps!"

Iron Legion?

As everyone wondered, the spaceship's cargo bay opened.

Robots assembled from Iron flew out, which were improved versions of the robots Whiplash had originally created.

They had merely transitioned from traditional gunpowder weapons to laser weapons, and from program control to artificial intelligence with beam signals, increasing control capabilities.

"Isn't this my idea?"

"Your idea is very good, but now it's mine. Attack! I will send you to the ground."

After Steve finished speaking, the Space Stone in his hand activated, sending a portion of the superheroes and villains to the ground.

As for how they would perform, that was up to their free will, as long as they could cause chaos.

Tony unconsciously swallowed, from his perspective, this was what he had always pursued: an Iron Man Suitthat would protect Blue Planet under its steel armor!

Using robots to replace ordinary soldiers meant that if they were damaged, they could be repaired, but if people were damaged, it would be difficult to recover.

A mature assembly line could mass-produce robots, making them cheaper than humans.

A human soldier needed to eat, drink, and relieve himself, and also required firearms and war training, costing an unknown amount.

Training took time, and by then, the cucumbers would have gone cold.

But robots were different; they only needed programming to be immediately deployed into battle, which was very practical.

Chapter 218: The Black Panther Returns

As soon as the massive robot army was dispatched, it immediately caught the attention of the Nova Corps.

Several patrolling combat spacecraft received orders and rushed to stop them, while the rest of the corps began to gather soldiers.

Steve moved his hands, teleporting a portion of the people to Chitauri Star.

He returned to Blue Star, quietly appearing among the Wakanda forces in Florida.

Using the Infinity Stones, he brought them to Chitauri Star again, giving them no chance to react.

It was a matter of an instant; the Space Stone was so miraculous, capable of traveling back and forth from a distance of 300 trillion light-years in one second, which was truly incredible.

It was beyond the scope of scientific explanation, and if scientists were to encounter this, they would probably go mad.

What science?

The end of science is metaphysics!

Killmonger was utterly bewildered; he didn't even know what had happened.

"Is it an illusion?"

Looking at the terrified expressions of the pedestrians around him, these people included rabbit-headed beings, lizard-men, and beast-men, all strange and bizarre, with some normal humans among them.

But no matter how he looked at it, it didn't seem like Blue Star; it was more like they had gone to some strange alternate World!

"King, this must be the Americans' trick. We should fight our way out.

No matter who the enemy is, Wakanda will destroy them!"

Okoye, the Captain of the Royal Guard, who had always been at odds with him, picked up her spear and assumed a combat stance.

"My dear, are you scared?"

This wasn't directed at Killmonger, but at W'Kabi, the chief of the Border Tribe.

Because W'Kabi was her husband, they had always been a couple, since long ago.

"What am I afraid of? Wakanda will crush all enemies!

King, order the charge!"

Killmonger felt something was wrong, but it had come to this. He was already put on the spot, and not fighting was not an option.

If he wanted to promote his war philosophy and then said he wouldn't fight when encountering an enemy, that would be a half-hearted, indecisive act. He might as well not be King and go sit at the children's table.

"Long live Wakanda! Charge!"

Killmonger activated his Vibranium battle suit and was the first to charge out.

He engaged in battle with the Chitauri Star patrol that had come to support them. Energy beams hitting his body only caused a slight tremor.

His extended claws grabbed a patrol member's neck and brutally twisted it.

"Ah! Help! Murder!"

"Run! Chitauri Star is under attack!"

Screams rose one after another. Passersby ran away in terror; no one wanted to die in vain. If they were to die, they wanted it to be for a valuable cause.

Dying in a chaotic battle like this would truly be a pointless death.

There were no commercial insurance companies here, and no one did that.

Space travel had too high a mortality rate; insurance companies would lose everything.

If they dared to refuse coverage, then sorry, the entire company, including the boss's family, would be sacrificed the next day.

It was a savage, crude law of the jungle, where pirates were rampant, and might made right.

Nova Corps Headquarters.

An elderly woman with wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, no longer young but with fair skin and silver hair neatly coiled at the back of her head, exuded dignity and grace.

She wore a dark blue military uniform with three exquisite star medals on her shoulders, her noble temperament mixed with a heroic spirit, giving her a unique charm.

She was the ruler of Chitauri Star and the supreme Commander of the Nova Corps, New Star SupremeGlenn.

The sudden alarm interrupted her habit of reading the newspaper.

She frowned with displeasure, and just as she was about to speak, she saw her secretary and adjutant Roman enter.

"Report, Supreme. An invasion war has occurred at Outpost 8. The enemies are residents of an unknown Planet.

Currently, Outposts 7 and 6 nearby have dispatched some troops for support.

Two groups of people have also appeared in the city. One group is an army composed of black-skinned people, currently engaged in fierce battle with the city's defense forces.

Their technological level is somewhat backward, but their tactics are flexible. Both sides are currently at a stalemate.

The other group is causing chaos; they are massacring civilians and attacking granaries and power stations."

Three battlefields.

One was the space battlefield, where Steve led Iron Man, Whiplash, and War Machine, among others, to fight against the regular army.

The second battlefield was Wakanda, which had been teleported over, and with the help of the inside agent Okoye, was instigated to fight against the Nova Corps.

The third battlefield was where Green Goblin and his son, along with Spider-Man, Dr. Octopus, Hulk, Thor, and Loki, carried out widespread destruction and attacks.

This was a dirty and arduous job, which would inevitably affect others, so naturally, Green Goblin was made to take the blame.

With Green Goblin's evil personality, repaying kindness with enmity was normal, and it was a rare opportunity to unleash his evil nature.

Coupled with his cunning intelligence, it was bound to achieve an effect that would give the Nova Corps a massive headache.

What kind of impact could a super villain with no bottom line, high technology, and a super soldier physique create? It was truly something to anticipate.

Glenn frowned. She looked at the letter from Captain Marvel, which mentioned a friend coming to visit Chitauri Star. Could this be a trap set by the other party?

"Full force attack! We must go all out to defeat the enemy, no matter what methods we use.

I want to see the city's rebellion quelled immediately, otherwise, it will affect our business, and who would dare to use Chitauri Star as a transit point in the future?"

There was nothing more to say. Since it was an invasion, they had to strike hard!

On the other side of the city, the special forces, led by Crossbones, were gunning down isolated patrol teams while setting high-explosive charges.

This was an explosive no less powerful than a nuclear warhead, developed with inspiration from Extremis.

It could efficiently kill living forces but had little effect on non-carbon-based organisms with no signs of life.

Cruel, efficient, and disregardful of morality.

Such tactical deployment was simply heaven!

Previously, on Blue Star, dealing with scattered groups of gang members was a one-sided massacre, but this time, it finally had a bit of difficulty.

Chitauri Star was not to be trifled with either; they possessed unique reconnaissance technology.

They quickly located Crossbones' special forces and began dispatching personnel for sniping.

There were also flanking units, consciously driving the special forces in one direction, where a pre-arranged trap awaited them. Once inside, they would all die!

All of this was observed by Winter Soldier from a high vantage point. Drones in the sky provided a clear view of the Nova Corps' troop movements.

"Langmulo, there's an ambush ten kilometers ahead in your direction."

"Received, received. Those sour-radish bitches, we'll show them now.

Demolitions, detonate the bombs for me. We'll break out from the left."

Crossbones was also a ruthless man. Having him do this was just a return to his old profession.

Boom!

The high-explosive covered five kilometers. Buildings were fine, but all living creatures inside, including cats, dogs, and rats, fell to the ground motionless.

Particles penetrated their hearts, causing instant death, yet without any damage to the buildings.

Da da da!

Gunshots rang out incessantly. The city became a battlefield; its former prosperity was completely ignited by the flames of war.

Crossbones, clad in his special combat suit, with sharp eyes, led the well-trained special forces, moving like ghosts through the streets and alleys.

When they occasionally encountered tough resistance and tried to call for reinforcements, they already noticed several Winter Soldiers weaving through the crowd.

Each time brought a scream, and occasionally, a defensive soldier was kicked three meters high.

He fell down motionless, his internal organs shattered by the force!

The Nova Corps' defense forces resisted stubbornly from within buildings, with blinding laser beams shooting from every corner, weaving a web of death.

At Crossbones' command, the special forces members dispersed, using building cover and unique, flexible tactics to cleverly evade the enemy's dense firepower.

Years of combat experience had endowed them with a unique battlefield perception; they were all veterans.

In terms of naval bombardment, the space battlefield was naturally no match.

But in small-scale urban combat, they were very familiar.

They had trained in the Middle East, fought drug lords in South America, and dealt with various criminals and super-powered individuals in the U.S. It was truly their old profession!

At the same time, several small drones, under the control of Falcon, hummed into the sky, circling above the city like sharp Hawkeyes, taking in every detail of the battlefield.

Relying on real-time intelligence from the drones, the special forces anticipated multiple Nova Corpsambushes, narrowly avoiding them repeatedly, and steadily advancing toward the Nova Corps command center.

However, when they finally reached the vicinity of the command center, a blue-glowing energy barrier stood before them.

No matter how the special forces tried, firing all their laser weapons, they could not penetrate this solid defense.

Crossbones decisively gave the order.

"Tactical retreat!"

The team members quickly and orderly withdrew, heading instead to the city's water and power supply facilities.

Laser cannon fire roared again, and the water and power facilities erupted in flames under the fierce bombardment, falling into paralysis.

During their retreat, the special forces continuously used the terrain and flexible tactics to harass the Nova Corpsunits coming to reinforce them.

They would sometimes ambush from the flank, firing a shot and moving to a new location; at other times, they would set small traps, causing considerable trouble for the pursuing enemies.

In this way, the special forces led by Crossbones stirred up a storm in the city of Chitauri Star, successfully providing crucial flank protection for the frontal combat between the Wakanda army and the Nova Corpsregular army, slowly tilting the entire war in a favorable direction.

On the main battlefield, the Wakanda forces encountered suppression from the most elite defense forces.

One side used Vibranium cold weapons to fight, while the other used high-tech laser weapons.

The war mindset and philosophy caused the Wakandaforces to suffer greatly, being suppressed in the streets and unable to advance.

If not for the Vibranium robes combining to form an energy shield, perhaps a single bombardment would have sent them all away.

Fierce cannons continuously bombarded them, and laser bullets rained down like a torrent.

The incessant firepower made it impossible for them to even lift their heads.

Occasional artillery counterattacks, however, failed to play a crucial role.

Wakanda also had combat spacecraft, whose efficiency surpassed that of U.S. fighter jets by thirty years.

But even so, in front of the Nova Corps, which originated from air forces.

Their spacecraft were like toys, being spun around by smaller spacecraft.

As one spacecraft after another was shot down and crashed, the situation became increasingly dire.

W'Kabi saw his subordinates suffering heavy losses, and his anger grew.

"Why not let the Rhino Unit make a charge? Even if we die, we should die in the charge. I cannot accept being worn down like this!"

"Don't be foolish. Even if you lead the Rhino Unit out now, you'll be instantly riddled with holes!

The best way now is to send special forces to flank them and take out their strongholds.

The energy barrier won't last much longer, King. Now is your time to act."

Okoye deliberately stopped her husband, precisely to make Killmonger lead the charge.

At this point, Killmonger had a realization; he felt like he had been led by the nose the whole time.

Who were the enemies? What was their firepower?

"They don't seem to be the U.S. army! The U.S. army couldn't possibly have such firepower, otherwise, they wouldn't have retreated from the Empire's graveyard."

Killmonger acutely realized that he must have come to the wrong place.

This was not the U.S. at all!

Where was this?

Where had this place taken him?

Where's Google Maps? Help me out!

"Whether it is or not isn't important. What's important is that if we don't act now, we might all be buried here!"

Okoye sneered inwardly. She was only loyal to the old King's lineage.

If T'Challa died, she would pledge allegiance to Princess Su Rui.

As for Killmonger, his duel was not honorable, and he was simply not fit to be a King.

"Damn it, I'll lead. The Royal Guard, follow me."

Killmonger desperately needed a battle to stabilize his prestige. He had to do this; in Wakanda, force was the best way to assert power.

Just as they were being suppressed, a sudden sympathetic explosion erupted ahead.

A wave of purple energy spread out, knocking back a dozen soldiers from the defense forces.

"Long live Wakanda!

I, T'Challa, have returned, and I will lead you to victory!"

T'Challa, in a black combat suit, emerged from the flames, his eyes fixed on Killmonger.

"Now is not the time for infighting. This is not Blue Star; we are in an unfamiliar environment.

If infighting leads to the annihilation of the Wakandaarmy, both you and I will be sinners.

Even if you become King, what then?

After this battle is over, we'll fight again. Last time, I didn't lose, and you didn't win.

We'll decide the victor and determine life or death. Do you dare!"

If it were before, Killmonger could have completely ignored him. He fell off a cliff, yet claimed he didn't lose?

Wasn't that ridiculous?

But hearing the taxi soldiers beside him shouting, "Long live Wakanda," made his expression change several times.

It seemed T'Challa's prestige was still intact; even after losing, some people still listened to him.

"T'Challa is right. If there's to be a fight, it should be after the war.

Now, everything is for Wakanda. Are you going to sacrifice the entire army for your own selfish desires?

Or are you afraid you can't beat T'Challa?"

Okoye continued to stir the pot, using provocation to force Killmonger to temporarily cease hostilities and unite against the external enemy.