American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

The tactical command center of the mothership was a little quieter than the deck; at least there were no howling winds there.

Of course, the main sound came from the man standing in front of the holographic projection table.

"I think we don't need to repeat that boring process of squatting down with our hands behind our heads anymore."

Nick Fury rested his hands on the table, his single eye sweeping over Shum, who was floating above the conference table.

Xiu En nodded.

"I am Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Fury's voice was deep and powerful, an aura cultivated from years of issuing commands.

"From tracking Hydra's secret weapons during World War II to handling nuclear crises in various countries during the Cold War."

He paused, and the huge screen behind him lit up. The screen that should have been projecting a world map now switched to a high-definition close-up of Xiu En's golden wing.

"It is now our duty to handle special visits, including those from you."

The screen image switched again, displaying the S.H.I.E.L.D. eagle emblem.

It was a black raptor so sharp it looked like it could tear the earth apart.

Fury was clearly pleased with the logo. He spread his arms wide: "Strategic Homeland Attack and Logistics Agency, you can call us SHIELD! This shield will stand between humanity and all unknown threats!"

"That bird was really ugly."

Xiu En didn't want to listen anymore, mainly because he had heard a similar story from Black Widow once.

"Black? Stiff lines? It doesn't convey the divinity of a sky overlord at all."

Xiu En shook his head, looking very regretful.

"Compared to this bald chicken, I think the Golden Crow, even though it only has three legs, at least looks more appetizing! I mean, it's more majestic!"

Standing behind Fury, Agent Hill wrote expressionlessly on her tablet: [Target aesthetics: gold, glowing, multi-legged bird. Lacks basic respect for the Federation emblem.]

Fury took a deep breath and felt his temples throbbing again.

He winked at the Black Widow next to him, who understood and poured a cup of coffee and placed it on the projection table next to Hugh.

"It represents order."

Fury emphasized the word.

"Without this shield, this world would have been torn apart long ago by madmen? Aliens? Or even monsters that emerged from the ground."

"Yeah?"

Xiu En was used to drinking the coffee brewed by A Fu and didn't want to drink this kind of instant coffee.

The sunflower on my shoulder did stir its leaves.

Ivy's voice was quite sarcastic: "Then your so-called shield seems to be leaking badly, Mr. Chief. The ship's central air conditioning ducts are overgrown with mutated mold, and the resentment drifting up from the lower decks is more pungent than Gotham's sewers."

The sunflower made a disgusted gesture, fanning its face with its leaves.

"As the Logistics Support Bureau, you haven't even done basic sanitation and cleaning work, yet you're talking about world peace?"

A cold glint flashed in Fury's single eye, but he concealed it well.

It seems these two aren't just reckless brutes who only know how to destroy houses; their perception is frighteningly sharp.

"As the Plant Lady said, there are indeed some less-than-respectable things below us."

Fury picked up the conversation and chose to change his approach to communication.

He waved his hand, and the image on the holographic screen changed again.

It's no longer a simple logo, but a dazzling list of containment measures.

From the Nazi-made infinite energy weapons left over from World War II, to the extraterrestrial meteorite hammer in New Mexico that can't be pulled out no matter what, and even a few blurry photos that appear to be huge frost monsters.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. exists precisely because of these things."

Fury turned around, looked at Shum, and gave him a confident smile.

"The detective said you're interested in things with a unique texture?"

He pointed to the warhammer on the screen, bathed in lightning.

"To show our welcome to our visitors from other countries, I think the local specialties here will satisfy you more than the alloy on the deck."

Shuen's golden eyes, which had been half-closed as if he wanted to sleep, lit up when he saw the hammer flashing with Asgardian runes.

Xiu En swallowed hard. He knew very well that this was the Meow Meow Hammer, and the taste sounded pretty good.

"This is the welcome snack from your S.H.I.E.L.D.? It seems you're more generous than I thought, Uncle One-Eyed."

Xiu En floated to the front of the holographic platform, his golden fingers passing through the phantom of the warhammer.

"interesting."

In S.H.I.E.L.D.'s optical imaging, this weapon is just an unknown object codenamed 0-8-4, but in Shuen's eyes, even from a great distance, he can sense the true form of this hammer through the connection with the sun.

He smelled a fragrance that seemed to have witnessed the collapse of a star.

"What you call it here doesn't matter. The important thing is its structure. It's like lightning trapped inside a miniature neutron star, with a crispy outer layer and a juicy, explosive filling."

He turned his head, his golden eyes fixed on the one-eyed bureau chief: "Are you sure you want to give me this for afternoon tea? This is much more valuable than half an airplane."

Fury remained unfazed, as he astutely grasped the key words in Shuen's words.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is always happy to share. Since you're a gourmet, and this rock just happens to be stubbornly occupying one of our impact craters and refusing to move."

Fury stood with his hands behind his back, speaking in the tone of a generous restaurant owner.

"If you can process it, it will be a relief for both of us."

"To put it bluntly, you can't pull it out, you can't saw it open, and you can't even move it, right?"

The sunflower on Xiu En's shoulder shook its leaves, its eyes practically rolling to the sky.

"Typical bureaucracy. Packaging hazardous waste that they can't handle into a luxury package for guests, and then expecting not only to avoid paying for cleaning but also to gain favor?"

Ivy saw through the King of Spies's elaborate rhetoric.

"If it were me, I would classify a desert with no vegetation for fifty miles around as a Level 1 abhorrent zone. There's nothing there except sand and radiation."

Black Widow stood to the side, arms crossed, and couldn't help but smile slightly. "In a way, you're right, ma'am. There really is only sand, this rock, and a bunch of scientists who chant spells over the rock every day but can't move it even a millimeter."

"That suits me perfectly."

Xiu En smiled.

"It's better without plants, otherwise it's too messy to eat them all, and you'll ruin the flowers and plants and then have to coax the potted plant."

He glanced at Ivy, who snorted but didn't stop him.

"Agent Colson has already established a temporary base in New Mexico."

Fury looked at Hill, nodded, and gave the order.

"Have Hawkeye's team withdraw to a safe distance first. I don't want any more equipment to become this man's dessert."

"I would like to apply for a Quinjet fighter jet."

Natasha immediately raised her hand to add to the suggestion, while subtly glancing at Hugh.

"Ideally, it should be a reinforced cabin. I don't want the floor to be accidentally eaten by someone halfway through the flight."

"rest assured."

Xiu En waved his hand in high spirits, and the golden light around him softened a bit.

"As long as there is enough main course" "I don't care about the taste of the plate."

He pointed to the hammer crater on the screen, which was still emitting pale blue arcs of electricity.

"Let's go. I can't wait!"

Deep in the New Mexico desert, in the center of a crater, Mjolnir (Thor's hammer) lies quietly in the soil.

The runes on its body flickered, as if it were waiting for its true master, or perhaps it sensed an intruder approaching with knives and forks.

S.H.I.E.L.D. considers it an unsolved mystery.

Odin regarded it as a trial.

Now, a sun from another world treats it like a high-calcium compressed biscuit with popping candy.

A torrential downpour had somehow enveloped the desert, with dense raindrops pounding against the makeshift plastic awnings.

But this did not mask the commotion coming from the periphery.

A burly, blond man in a muddy plaid shirt rudely shoved through a row of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who were trying to take advantage of the chaos.

He roared, his long golden hair plastered to his face by the rain, looking disheveled yet exuding a strange aura.

"Look over there."

Hawkeye remained atop the crane, his compound bow fully drawn, the arrow locked onto the burly man tumbling through the mud. But just as the man was about to charge into the center, Clint's finger froze.

Because the glowing man floating next to the hammer, who was their distinguished guest today, Xiu En, actually turned around and gestured for the burly man to enter.

Xiu En, who had opened his mouth halfway to bite the hammer, closed it again.

The reason he stopped was simple: he recognized the face.

Or rather, he recognized that face, which seemed to scream "I'm unhappy, my dad kicked me out of the house, this is my toy."

Before he transmigrated, he quite liked Thor, but now that the real Thor has arrived, even if it's Xiu En, he's too embarrassed to make a move on him.

"Oh dear, this is a little awkward."

Shuon floated in mid-air, his golden pupils scanning back and forth between Thor and the hammer.

"Although it smells absolutely delicious..."

Xiu En sighed regretfully.

"But after all, we're decent people. It would be too beneath us to take the job of a destitute homeless person."

Sunflower vigorously shook the raindrops off its leaves while perched on Xiuen's shoulder.

Xiu En understood what she meant; she probably meant that you didn't think that way when you rammed and sank someone's deck.

Thor had no time to pay attention to the luminous figure floating in mid-air.

His eyes were now fixed on the silent Mjolnir in the rain.

"At this moment, I still deserve it!"

The burly man collapsed into the mud, his hands gripping the leather handle of the square-headed hammer tightly. Rainwater slid down his bulging biceps, mixing with the mud.

he yelled.

His back arched, and he kicked two deep holes in the mud beneath his feet.

he yelled.

His back arched, and he kicked two deep holes in the mud beneath his feet.

But the hammer didn't budge.

He wasn't even given a spark.

"No...no! This is impossible!"

Thor's voice changed from a roar to a desperate sob.

"Father...why!"

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agents looked at each other in bewilderment.

Coulson even felt a little sorry for the madman.

Xiu En, the spectator closest to the man, floated down, his feet hovering less than ten centimeters in the air in front of the burly man.

Hey, big guy.

Shuen tilted his head, looking at Thor who was almost crying.

"I think the key issue isn't how much effort you put in. This kind of ingredient is very sensitive to unfamiliar food."

Thor raised his head, his blue eyes, now filled with the bewilderment of mortals, looking at Shuen.

Xiu En rummaged in his pocket for a while, then pulled out an alloy plate that he had originally kept as a spare snack.

"Click."

In front of Thor, Shuen broke the bulletproof plate in half like breaking a cookie and handed one half over.

"Don't cry. Even though Hammer isn't paying attention to you, at least you still have a life. Here, chew on something hard, it'll make you feel better."

Xiu En took a bite of the remaining half in his hand.

"The taste is alright, consider it my treat."

Then, to Shuen's utter disbelief, Thor actually took a bite.

"Crunch."

Thor covered his cheek; the Asgardian god of thunder's jaw was twitching slightly.

No matter how down on his luck he becomes, his mortal teeth still can't bite through high-strength alloys.

"Oh dear, I forgot."

Floating in mid-air, Xiu En slapped his forehead, looking like he had made such a silly mistake, a hint of apology flashing in his golden eyes.

Although the apology didn't seem much more than crocodile tears.

"You're just a fragile Earth version of a giant right now. This thing is still a bit too hardcore for you."

Sunflower Ivy rolled her eyes, her vines flicking raindrops. "You're only just realizing? Look at his expression!"

Xiu En smiled at Ivy.

A spatial fluctuation rippled outwards from Xiu En's clone.

A golden light, like a food delivery drone, pierced through the torrential rain.

Two beautifully packaged small round cakes appeared in Xiu En's palm.

Those were cookies that the main body had kept hidden away for a long time. The main ingredients were oats, highly concentrated sugar, and a little bit of Wayne Manor's secret butter.

While it is still hard enough to crack walnuts, it is at least several orders of magnitude more durable than titanium alloy.

"Here, change to this one."

The sight of Shuen casually snatching back the metal plate made Hawkeye's eyebrows twitch wildly in the distance, before he stuffed the two cookies into Thor's large hand.

"This is my butler's cooking. Even if you were Thor, or even a stone man who had been fasting for three thousand years, as long as you still have a tongue, you absolutely couldn't refuse it."

Thor looked at the two small, frilly cookies in his hand.

In the past, he would have thrown this mortal trash back and loudly denounced it as an insult to the son of Odin.

but now……

Rainwater streamed down my cheeks and into my mouth.

"Gurgle..."

do not care!

Thor closed his eyes and, as if to preserve his last shred of dignity, took a vicious bite.

"Click? Hmm?"

The biscuit exploded in my mouth with a burst of flavor; it tasted alive.

"Sir?"

Hawkeye's somewhat uncertain voice came through the headphones.

"Am I hallucinating? Is that intruder having a picnic?"

Coulson lowered the binoculars he was holding halfway up and wiped the rain off his face.

Through the blurry lens, he saw the arrogant blond madman sitting cross-legged next to the hammer that wouldn't budge, weeping as he gnawed on a biscuit with the air of a starving ghost.

The glowing golden figure nodded in satisfaction.

"Write it down."

Coulson sighed and turned off the megaphone in his hand.

"Whoever they are, at least this is the most harmonious scene I've ever seen in this pit. Much better than those idiots trying to haul it away in a truck."