American Comics: Starting with Muggle Wizards

"Who are you? We clearly paid protection money to the Crocodile Gang two weeks ago. Are you from the Pegasus Gang?"

Quill scratched his head awkwardly. "Do I look like a gangster?"

"Uh... Anyway, that's not important. I'm here to find someone. Does Mr. Jason Spartacus live here?"

The middle-aged maid remained wary. "Yes, he's sunbathing on a deck chair in the backyard. What do you want with our boss?"

Quill said with a serious expression, "He's my grandfather, a blood relative. Can I go in?"

The middle-aged maid reacted quickly, saying, "Impossible, Mr. Jason's grandson died a long time ago." Then she slammed the door shut.

Seeing the door close again, Quill shouted anxiously, "Hey, I really am Jason Spartacus's grandson, my name is Peter Quill! Hey!"

After waiting a few seconds without any response, just as Quill was considering whether to force his way in, the door opened again.

An old man with a somewhat familiar face stared intently at Quill.

"You are...Quill?"

When Quill saw the familiar old man with a white beard and a slightly hunched back, he was so excited that he went up and hugged him.

"It's me! Grandpa! It's Peter Quill, I'm back!"

Jason Spartacus, seeing his grandson who had been missing for nearly twenty years suddenly appear, hugged Quill tightly, his voice trembling as he said:

"Good boy...it's good that you're back, it's good that you're back!"

"Come on in, we can talk slowly. There's some mashed potatoes at home. You must be starving!"

Quill found his grandfather's focus very strange, but he did not reject his grandfather's kindness.

He followed him into the house, sat down in the living room, and began to recount his experiences over the years.

"Thank you, but I'm not actually hungry."

"I was abducted by aliens and taken to space, during which time I experienced..."

Chapter 182 Wakanda's Trade Request

After hearing Quill's story, Grandpa Jason said with a kind smile, "Poor child, so you were abducted by aliens..."

Quill and his grandfather chatted for a long time while drinking plain water.

I learned that after the period of natural disasters and the era of Hydra, ordinary people like my grandfather lived a very hard life.

Quill then suggested that he could take his grandfather to another neutral star system to live out his retirement, since he had made a lot of money by selling Cosmic Orbs.

Although the cosmic orb was a fake, the money was still in hand.

However, Grandpa Jason said that he had lived most of his life on Earth and was nearing the end of his life, so there was no need for him to make a fuss.

It's okay if life is a little tough.

Anyway, the Avengers have been providing living allowances to the poor lately, so at least they can survive.

Clearly, Jason didn't want to trouble his grandson. Having survived the ravages of Earth, he had become indifferent to everything.

Quill tried to persuade his grandfather several times, but seeing his grandfather's resolute attitude, he had no choice but to give up.

......

Two days later, Quill, having overcome his inner turmoil, bid farewell to his grandfather Jason with high spirits and left Earth in his mini spaceship.

Meanwhile, at Avengers headquarters...

The entire Avengers have just finished a meeting.

In order to deal with enemies from space like Thanos, they planned to establish a Space Defense Agency, which they named Sky Sword Agency.

Nick Fury returns to the Solar System and becomes the Director of S.W.A.R. to continue overseeing the overall situation.

As for the new humans in the Beta Galaxy, as the last spark of humanity, they are still enthusiastically building their new home.

The Sky Sword Bureau is not only tasked with preventing alien invasion, but also with leading humanity into the stars.

After round after round of disasters, all the human elites with some assets yearn to immigrate to the Beta Galaxy.

Almost everyone believed that Earth was in great danger, after all, the Avengers were able to strategically abandon Earth, accumulate strength, and then launch a counterattack.

Although their choice was the best strategy at the time, it also deeply broke the hearts of many people.

The Avengers can abandon Earth today, and they can do the same in the next crisis.

Therefore, most people are eager to escape Earth, and immigrating to space bases or other planets has become everyone's dream.

Where there is demand, there is profit.

Global conglomerates such as Stark Industries, Osborne Group, and BlackRock have established settlements on the moon and Mars.

On one hand, they sell anxiety to all of humanity, and on the other hand, they offer a pre-order version of the immigrant family package at a "low" price.

The conglomerates first use PowerPoint presentations to claim territory on the moon or Mars, and before they've even laid a single brick in the settlement, they recoup their funds by selling immigration packages.

Stark Industries CEO Pepper Potts still has some conscience; at least he's building a lunar colony while simultaneously selling immigration slots.

Other conglomerates are mostly looking to get something for nothing; they lack planetary-level environmental modification technology and experience in immigrating to other planets.

Aside from PowerPoint presentations and empty promises, these conglomerates haven't considered the various difficulties that immigrating to other planets would bring.

In their eyes, they first use scarcity marketing to sell immigration quotas like tickets to Noah's Ark, squeezing the last bit of money out of people's pockets.

Let's think about the future more slowly.

It is obvious that nine out of ten of these immigration programs will fail.

Compared to the enormous risks of living on Earth, people who feel no sense of security are willing to give up their entire fortune just to get an immigration spot.

You can call these people stupid, but you can't call them foolish.

They just wanted peace of mind, since the Avengers had disappointed them so many times.

Faced with disaster, the Avengers' protective power is too weak.

Perhaps in a certain disaster, the Avengers do save tens of millions of lives, but hundreds of millions more become just a series of unremarkable statistics.

Many people began to believe in religion because only faith could bring comfort to ordinary people in such desperate situations.

In this environment, the social environment around the world is extremely harsh, and the United Human Government has less control over each region than local gangs or illegal groups.

At Avengers headquarters, Nick Fury is busy coordinating agents around the world, traveling to maintain basic order.

"Dong dong!"

There was a knock on the office door.

"Also, transfer fifty agents from Mexico to Australia to monitor those damn mutants in the Brotherhood..."

"An insurrection has broken out in Los Angeles? Sending 2,000 National Guard soldiers to quell it... not enough troops?"

"Then issue a nationwide recall order for veterans... Anyway, the rebellion must end before sunset tomorrow!"

Nick Fury was still busy making phone calls, casually calling out, "Come in!" before continuing to answer emergency calls from all over the world without even looking up.

Natasha walked into the office and slammed a document onto Black Egg's desk with a blank expression.

Nick Fury was multitasking, scolding his incompetent subordinates while flipping through documents.

"As the head of the logistics department, I'm here to get you to solve problems, not to raise them! If you have a problem, figure it out yourself, and stop coming to me like the hell..."

"Wait, what is this?"

Upon seeing the image of the Decepticon robot in the document, Nick Fury hung up the phone with a serious expression, ignoring the desperate pleas for help from the logistics manager on the other end.

Natasha explained, "These are photos taken by a military EVA satellite in the Nevada desert, and I suspect that the Decepticon robots that are hiding are hiding there."

Nick Fury quickly glanced at the report, and a picture of a paper Decepticon robot caught his eye.

He even saw F-22 fighter jets disguised as Red Spiders frequently flying over Nevada.

"Now that we've found the Decepticons' secret base, let's immediately notify Carol and have her make a trip to the Nevada desert!"

Natasha nodded, and was about to inform Carol when she suddenly remembered something and stopped in her tracks.

"By the way, the king of Wakanda, that very hidden country in Africa, T'Chaka, contacted us, wanting to exchange vibranium for spaceship technology."

"Chief, do you think we should agree to this deal?"

Nick Fury paused for a moment to think.

Wakanda's technology is two hundred years ahead of humanity, but their technology development is a bit off.

Almost all of their efforts are focused on energy defense shields, stealth fighters, and energy technology.

Therefore, since Hydra took control of the world and Wakanda was forced to expose itself, their international status has become very awkward.

Nick Fury is deeply wary of the unstable factors still lurking on Earth, even though they are his compatriots.

But he desperately wanted to steal all of Wakanda's vibranium.

God knows how heartbroken he was when he discovered that Wakanda was using vibranium as tableware, decorations, or clothing material.

Vibranium is such a precious resource that it can fetch a large sum of money even when sold to neutral civilizations.

But Wakanda wears vibranium as clothing.

What a terrible waste of resources this is!

Chapter 183 The Gap Between the Rich and the Poor

If the Avengers hadn't been unable to find a suitable reason, Black Egg would have already forcibly requisitioned all of Wakanda's vibranium.

Unfortunately, he can only obtain vibranium through trading, a highly inefficient method.

"Agree to the King of Wakanda's request for a trade. Send a business team to ensure that the valuable spaceship manufacturing technology is sold for a good price."

"Agent Romanov, you should understand what I mean, right?"

Natasha pursed her lips, implying that she should rip off Wakanda, this sucker, as much as possible.

"Understood, Chief."

Black Egg waved his hand, indicating that she could go out and run errands.

Natasha, dressed in a business suit, swayed her slender waist and clattered away from the office in her high heels.