American Comics: The Matrix.

Chapter 570 The Death of Kang, the Remaining Person
Earth.

Inside the Tiangong Space Station.

Norman and Bant sat in the cafeteria, eating fries with ketchup.

"Who do you plan to send to garrison the planet Kanter?" Norman asked while eating.

High-calorie foods like French fries were junk food to him in the past, but now Norman's body has been enhanced, and high-calorie foods are actually good for quickly replenishing his body's energy.

Besides, it really does taste good.

No wonder the seagulls' ultimate goal is to go to the dock and get some fries.

"How is John Jameson?"

Bant took a bite and then said, "He is both an orc and a human; there is no one more suitable than him."

"He's not a member of the Heavenly Crafts Association."

"He wasn't like that before, but now that he has superpowers, wouldn't he want to join the Heavenly Guild?"

“That’s true.” Norman nodded.

It is said that Jameson has learned that his son is alright. He has been praising the great achievements of the Spectres in newspapers and on websites, while also angrily denouncing the incompetence of the American authorities and classifying the rioting mutants as a public nuisance on par with Spider-Man. This shows his anger.

Bant and Norman didn't talk much about the planet Conte.

The matter of a single planet is insignificant to them, and even the highest evolution is just a minor player.

The key is still the escaped Madman.

"After encountering the first Ben Tennyson in the zombie universe, more and more Ben Tennysons have appeared one after another."

Bant began to think.

"Since those two guys you call Crazy Class and Bad Class are acting together, there must be an organization among them, and perhaps even more people have set their sights on our universe."

Norman analyzed.

Ban nodded: "You're right, and I have a pretty good idea who it is."

Leaving aside the bad Ban, he knew that Mad Ban was raised by Mordor and Mojas. Moreover, in the anime, it was Mordor who gathered a large number of evil Bans to launch a time war and once wiped out all the Bans, leaving only the last one, Ban No-Meter.

Clearly, Modron is still making this plan.

"Perhaps he has already obtained the fly ash extinguisher."

Although Otto was unaware of the matter, Bant was very clear about it.

"Fly ash smoke extinguisher?"

Norman looked puzzled. "What's that?"

"A dangerous weapon capable of destroying all universes and all timelines."

Norman's expression changed instantly, and even the fries in his hand lost their appeal. He jumped up and exclaimed, "If that's the case, then we're in big trouble!"

His outburst drew stares from the other plumbers in the canteen, who couldn't understand what could have caused the security officer and chief security officer to be so agitated.

"Don't worry, Uncle Norman, this is just my guess."

"Bant said softly."

His hands were full of salt and ketchup from the fries, so he didn't try to pull Norman back down. Instead, he took a big gulp of cola and reassured him:
"Even if they do get their hands on the fly ash extinguisher, there's no need to worry,"

Superman X can reverse everything.

Bant thought to himself, but what truly made him feel that things were still under control wasn't Superman X.

"Besides, they had no reason to detonate the fly ash extinguisher immediately, because they would be the first to die."

If Mordor really did obtain the Fly Ash Smoke Destroyer, then he would inevitably modify it to create a specially made Kronospan Time Bomb, which is essentially the Origin Bomb.

Only then can he create a completely new world of his own in the blank void.

This is much more difficult than making an ordinary time bomb. Even someone like Modoron, who existed before the beginning of time, would find it difficult to do with his time-manipulation powers.

In the original story, Mordorang used the energy of the "Star Core".

Moreover, destroying all the universes with the Origin Bomb is not so simple; it would need to reach the center of all the universes first.

In the world of The Matrix, that place is where the Cornermere people live, but in the Marvel Universe, who knows where that location is?

However, even so, Bant did not intend to let the other party continue to develop in this way.

He licked his fingers, stood up, and said, "Whether it's the multiverse collision crisis or the time war between the alternate Tennysons, let's put an end to it as soon as possible. I still want to find time to drive my old beat-up car on a trip."

Bant had wanted to go on a trip in his old, beat-up car for a long time, but so far, he didn't know how much time had passed and he still hadn't been able to do it.

Especially now that Uncle Ben and Aunt May have both devoted themselves to the plumbing and electrical business, it seems even more distant.

“That’s good, and besides, Loki and Thor are both missing. I wonder how they are doing,” Norman nodded.

Previously, they sent Loki and Thor to investigate the multiverse collision crisis, but they lost contact after leaving the universe.

However, Bant glanced at the World Tree and was certain that they were all still alive, so he wasn't too worried.

Now he has decided to take the initiative.

However, considering that it was unknown how many Ben Tennysons were on Modoron's side, Bant did not plan to act alone.

Ultimately, he chose two teams: one to follow him to deal with Mordor, and the other to support Thor and Loki.

Bant is unaware that Thor and Loki have separated.

Meanwhile, inside the Time Management Bureau.

When Crazy Ban returned looking somewhat disheveled, everyone in the Time Management Bureau stared at him in astonishment.

Madman originally intended to hand the ash extinguisher to Modoron immediately, but the presence of Kang, the survivor, made him wisely choose to remain silent.

"Lord Modoran, I'm sorry, the mission failed. I'm no match for that Space Field Ben." Mad Ben said, bowing his head.

It could even be said that he never even saw that universe's Tennyson.

The guy with the watch was just a fake, but even that fake caused him a huge loss.

"The bad class is dead."

"Useless guys are dead, so be it," Modoron said indifferently.

The other students in the field class were indifferent to the death of the bad class, only Kang, the survivor, was very angry.

He looked at Modoron and said unkindly, "Modoron, you said you would solve that universe, but you have failed once again. Your incompetence makes me have to seriously consider whether to hand over the Time Administration Bureau to you."

Mordor gave Mojath a look, and Mojath immediately understood, nodding silently.

Modoron said, "Kang, I told you, you don't need to worry."

He slowly raised his heavy, mechanical arm.

Upon seeing this, Kang, one of the survivors, immediately retorted sarcastically, "What, do you have anyone else you can send out? Or are you planning to—"

Kang's voice abruptly stopped, replaced by the sound of a resolute blade piercing flesh.

Before he knew it, Mojath had appeared behind him, his sword piercing his chest.

(End of this chapter)