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Su Ming also let out a sigh of relief, standing aside as he took off his helmet and lit a cigarette. The strong wind made this action quite difficult, but he indeed needed to settle down a bit.
The sound of the wind whistled past the edge of the cape. Su Ming knew everything was over. Even though the process seemed easy, the arrangements and calculations beforehand were not lacking at all.
Using this method to deal with Black Phoenix, Su Ming honestly had only about fifty percent confidence.
It was because Cable's usual serious and upright demeanor contrasted sharply, creating this effect. If this method were used again next time, it wouldn't necessarily succeed.
After this, Black Phoenix's laugh point has certainly been raised quite a bit.
Little Rascal bent down, patting Jean's back, helping her stop the mad laughter.
"Jean, are you okay?"
"Haha, hic... you see Cable's expression, it's so funny." Jean couldn't stop laughing, hiccuping and twitching.
"I know, I saw it." Little Rascal said helplessly, now is not the time to talk about this: "First, you need to calm down; Cable's fine, we're all fine, you need to stay composed."
"Alright, I understand... phew... haha..." Jean tried her best to calm her breathing, but every time she saw Cable staring blankly at the sky, she couldn't help but laugh.
She couldn't help but look.
Su Ming looked at the woman helplessly. Now that things are over, if she really laughs herself unconscious, Phoenix might seize the opportunity to return.
"Cape, land."
The cape had long been unwilling to continue, carrying so many people and none of them were mages, it's a lifelong shame.....
It swooped down toward the sea and then floated like a raft on the water's surface, drifting with the waves.
It needed to cleanse itself; these people vomited on it, cut each other, and even did workout exercises... human society is too complex.
"Alright everyone, things are over now. Kang from this timeline has been killed, and Apocalypse has been sealed again..." Su Ming adjusted his hair while holding a cigarette: "By the way, Jean where did you put him?"
"I... haha... forgot, that was Phoenix's doing, I... ha, can't remember."
Su Ming pinched the bridge of his nose: "Alright, thank you all for your help, you should head home, after all, this is the year 1942."
"Wow, cousin, is it really that realistic? Use us and then rush us off?" Wade jumped up; he finally stapled himself together.
Of course, otherwise, why keep them here for dinner? He's fed up with Deadpool's foul mouth, now he wants to holiday and relax.
"Shut up, you'll come back to New York with me later, and I'll settle the hiring fee for you and Cable, and then you can spend in the future." Su Ming gave Wade a smack, scattering several staples: "When it comes to fun things, there are more in the future, right?"
Wade tilted his head and thought for a moment, that's true, what fun is there during wartime?
"Alright, Slade, do you want to come with us?"
"No, I have other matters." Su Ming tossed his cigarette butt into the ocean and put on his mask: "Cape, Kama Taiji."
Every time Su Ming's transport is red, it seems to be a kind of destiny.
The cape took off once again, carrying a trail of water droplets, and flew toward Kama Taiji, skillfully returning to the New York Temple from there.
The New York Temple had appointed a new Great Mage, Kaecilius stood expressionlessly in a corner, no one knows what he had been through, now he seems even more eager for power.
Su Ming didn't care about this guy's mental journey, the time to make use of him is yet to come.
After shrinking the cape, Su Ming greeted the new Great Mage and then got on the car parked at the street corner with Cable and the others.
Su Ming left Holloway in Cairo, not to wait for himself, but for him to meet the person he should encounter.
............
Holloway squatted outside the entrance of the Cairo Governor's Mansion, the place Deathstroke agreed to meet him. Several days had passed; it felt like going to work, coming here in the morning and going to the hotel at night.
Every day was idle; just like a local, eating figs and date palms, watching camels and donkey carts come and go on the street.
He pondered whether Deathstroke encountered any problems, but quickly dismissed this thought; based on his understanding of Deathstroke, everyone else might die out, but he wouldn't.
"Ah... looks like he forgot about me, wants me to walk back to the United States myself?" Holloway was filled with resentment; the situation in North Africa now is nothing but chaos.
"Avenging Angels? Right?"
At this moment, a voice sounded beside him, the doctor tensed up, instantly staying vigilant.
The first thing he saw was the shield painted with a white star.
"Don't be tense; I'm Captain America, Steve Rogers, pleased to see you again." Steve smiled as he extended his hand to shake Holloway's: "The surgery you did for me in Paris... uh, left a deep impression."
"How did you recognize me?" Holloway wasn't wearing a uniform now, just a white shirt, like an ordinary person.
"Your moustache, it's distinctive," Steve released his hand and smilingly pointed to Holloway's mouth: "When you were operating on me, I wasn't unconscious, just too exhausted. But I still heard and saw some things."
"Such as a moustache?" Holloway covered his mouth, considering whether he should shave off his moustache later. But it's his life!
"Such as there might still be scraps of fabric in my belly you didn't take out, for instance, you teaming up with Deathstroke."
Steve shrugged, he recovered after returning to the United Kingdom, and when he heard that Captain America appeared in Alexandria Port and Cairo, he knew Deathstroke used his identity again.
It's exhausting to think; hopefully no bad things were done.
The doctor wrinkled his brows: "Sorry, I'm not familiar with Deathstroke at all; I'm just a doctor."
"I know, Deathstroke is a demon from New York legend, no one knows his true face. You don't know, I find that unsurprising."
Steve didn't consider any secret identity issues and just missed the chance to understand Su Ming's identity.
"So, what do you want with me? Deathstroke could return at any time."
"He might not be back for a while; the air routes across North Africa have all been blocked. We're the same, trapped here." Steve explained his intention; he was very natural and not awkward at all: "Deathstroke's approach gave me an idea; a superhero team gathering people with extraordinary powers to together resist the Nazis, it's a great idea."
"Hmm?"
"Yes, exactly, I've formed a team, Marvel Team," Steve smiled as he introduced his teammates to Holloway: "Jim, the Torchbearer, willing to learn on the battlefield. And this one, Namor, the Sovereign of the ocean, he's here to settle scores with Xiaohuzi."
Holloway's mouth twitched slightly; Namor now is full of pinpricks, all courtesy of him, not to mention Namor's legs are kind of pigeon-toed? Last time he wasn't like this, looks like he's holding onto something tightly?
Despite feeling strange inside, Holloway politely shook hands with the two.
"Pleasure meeting you."
Namor's voice seemed odd, like a hernia, and the Torchbearer was dazed and somewhat foolish.
Steve was keenly aware of Holloway's skepticism, but he remained hopeful, hoping the tactics learned from Deathstroke could stop this war.
"We're currently short a doctor, Avenging Angel, join our Marvel Team, let's overthrow Xiaohuzi's dictatorship together!"
Steve revealed eight white teeth, his smile akin to that on propaganda posters; Holloway considered it, figuring he might as well occupy his time.
Deathstroke mentioned U Demon, a formidable opponent, so he could leverage the team's strength to tackle this enemy and prove himself as a hero.
"Of course, Captain, my honor."
Holloway shook Steve's hand, the historical World-shocking Wonders after a series of turns gathered in this magical city of Cairo.
History opened a new chapter.