American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

"In this universe, I am currently penniless."

Bruce looked at the boy. After his trip to the Marvel world, he went back and crammed a bunch of Marvel comics. He was also willing to help Parker.

But this did not prevent him from contacting his logistics team through some kind of light-based humanoid base station.

"But in my world, money is just a number used to measure the efficiency of resource allocation."

These words made Peter Parker, who was about to express that they were kindred spirits, swallow back the words of comfort that were on the tip of his tongue.

Xiu En rolled his eyes in agreement, and the originally soft golden light around his body suddenly began to fluctuate violently, like an overloaded signal tower.

"Alright, alright, I know you're rich. Hurry up, Zatana's already complaining about the noise from my energy loop. If she opens a portal into the Pacific Ocean, I'll throw you in to retrieve you."

As Shuen finished speaking, the air in front of Peter shattered.

A cryptic portal, sparking with fire, appeared, its edges wreathed in black magical runes.

A slender arm emerged from the golden portal.

"This is a long-distance, express shipment from another dimension! The shipping cost will be charged to Wayne Enterprises! And Shun! Don't you dare dump your energy into my Shadow House! My rabbits are starting to glow!"

The woman's voice was filled with exhaustion and frustration, and then a heavy suitcase was thrown out of the door.

"Bang!"

The box slammed heavily onto the waterlogged alleyway, the splashing mud and water bouncing off by some invisible force before it even touched the box.

The sound of the impact made Peter's heart skip a beat.

"What is this?"

Peter instinctively used the spider silk to stick the box to him and pulled it in front of him. When he opened the lock with trembling hands, the contents inside were reflected by Hugh's light and turned into an even more dazzling gold.

It was a box full of neatly arranged gold coins, radiating a dazzling golden luster.

"gold?!"

Peter's voice cracked, which was a huge shock to a high school student who was still struggling to make ends meet.

"This is a local specialty of our area. Although the original owner was not very friendly, the gold is 99.99% pure."

Bruce floated up to Peter.

"Gold doesn't need a number. I think in this world, gold should also be a hard currency."

Shuen, standing to the side with his arms crossed, watched Peter's near-fainting state and added insult to injury with a wicked grin.

"Take this and buy some good food for your aunt. Use the rest to buy a nicer house. Don't live in that drafty place anymore. Superheroes need a good night's sleep to grow taller."

Peter tried to lift the box, but was crushed by its blissful weight.

"I... I think I need CPR!"

Xiu En started making faces.

"Since you think this box is too heavy and might damage your still-developing spine!"

Xiu En gave a very, very wicked smile.

The divine quality on his face faded.

He slowly reached out, his fingertips shimmering with gold, as if to grab the black briefcase that Peter had placed on his lap.

"Then it's better if I keep it for you. After all, it's not safe for a child to have so much money, right?"

The Golden Batman, standing to the side, crossed his arms, his eyes flickering slightly, and did not stop Shu En.

"call out--!"

Before Xiu En could even extend his hand halfway, the boy in the red and blue bodysuit, who had been stunned as to whether he was dreaming, suddenly displayed astonishing agility.

He clasped his hands together, and he and the box were instantly propelled backward, slamming into a brick wall three meters off the ground.

This is not enough.

Several strands of white spider silk shot out instantly, not only binding the box firmly to his chest, but also drawing an X in the air with the spider silk to indicate that he refused access to the hand that tried to reach out.

"No way! Absolutely not! No way!"

Peter clung to the wall like a gecko guarding its food, his voice so loud it cracked, completely losing his previous shy and timid high school student demeanor.

"A gift given away is like water spilled on the ground! It's a law of physics! It's also a superhero rule! Anyway, this box belongs to Parker now!"

He was holding the box, and both of them could feel his determination to die for his cause.

"Aunt Mei's knee surgery, next month's rent, and my chemical reagents!!"

"Hahaha!"

Xiu En finally couldn't help but burst into laughter, his laughter causing the golden light around him to tremble wildly.

"See, I told you, this kid's potential was sealed by poverty."

He turned to look at Bruce, his face full of smugness.

Although Bruce still wore a cold expression, the slight upturn of his lips betrayed his good mood.

Bruce was writing something in the air with a serious expression, then looked up at Peter on the wall.

"Hide it well, child. Remember, this is not just money, it's the foundation that will give you the confidence to save the world without any worries."

After his initial euphoria, Spider-Man calmed down and decided to return the gold to Bruce.

"No, I can't accept this, it's too much!"

He liked gold, but as a respectable man, he didn't want that much money.

"I can't explain why I don't want so much gold..."

"Tsk, troublesome."

"It seems this thing is indeed a hot potato for you right now."

Looking at Parker, Shuen's eyes held not only a desire for wealth, but also a clear-eyed folly of "How can I turn this stuff into Aunt May's medical expenses without getting arrested by the police as a vault robber?"

Xiu En felt that the test just now was interesting enough, and if they continued playing, the child might really overload his brain and eat the gold.

"In a country where tax certificates and source of funds are required everywhere, it's really a bit much to ask a minor like you to launder fifty kilograms of gold."

Without giving Peter a chance to refute, the golden hand that had just been threatening to rob him actually used its robbery skills this time.

The gold coin, enveloped in golden light, floated up from Peter's arms and landed back in Shuen's hand.

"Wait, it should only take... Let me think, at the current rate that bureau chief's hairline is receding, about five minutes."

Before he could finish speaking, Xiu En once again demonstrated his exceptional ability to act.

His figure had already transformed into a golden streak of light, delving deep into the infinite treasures of the heavens—a veritable treasure trove for your book hunting. He didn't even greet Bruce, let alone mention that poor high school student still hanging on the wall.

"Wait! Slow down! My petals are going to be blown off!"

The wind was stronger this time because the golden light wasn't enough.

The sunflower Ivy's consciousness projection on the shoulder is experiencing an open-air flight.

She angrily covered her flower head with two leaves, uttering a series of curses in the wind.

"That one-eyed man definitely knows what I want. It's easier to do business with smart people."

Xiu En laughed unrestrainedly in the fierce winds high in the sky, his gaze already locked onto the hovering space mothership.

On the command deck of the space carrier, the piercing first-level air defense siren had only sounded half a note when it was slapped back hard by a black hand.

Nick Fury, the world's biggest intelligence chief, remained remarkably calm amidst the flurry of activity of his one-eyed colleagues who were frantically trying to draw their guns.

Or perhaps it's like a dead pig that has seen through life and death and isn't afraid of boiling water.

On the command table in front of him were two sturdy-looking black briefcases.

Just as Xiu En had expected, he had even prepared the money.

"Sir! An unidentified high-energy reaction is approaching the deck! Should we activate the close-in weapon system?"

Agent Hill's finger was already hovering over the launch button.

"Shut it down, Hill. Unless you want SHIELD's entire budget for next year to go towards deck repairs."

Fury simply pushed the two boxes forward slightly, adjusting them to an optimal position where he could grab them immediately even if the other party barged in.

"Thump!"

With a thud loud enough to stop a landing gear engineer's heart, Hugh slammed onto the deck once again.

As the golden light faded, the luminous man, carrying the box of gold, smiled brightly—almost blindingly—at everyone inside through the glass, like a neighbor just off work visiting.

The next second, he transformed into a beam of light, piercing through several layers of composite armor, and swaggered to Director Fury's desk.

"Smack."

The box in his hand was carelessly tossed onto the table, the heavy gold making the tabletop groan.

"Look at the quality, Chief. I'm sure you'll like it, just as I like this ship full of delicious metal."

Fury remained seated, staring at Shum.

"Five million US dollars, old bills, not consecutive serial numbers, black money seized from major drug trafficking groups in the past two weeks that had not yet been put into storage."

He also pushed the two boxes next to him over, his movements swift and decisive, almost as if he were trying to shoo the customer away.

"I know you probably don't care about the money, take it and get out of my sight, and my boat too."

When he uttered the last three words, the iron-willed director's tone finally carried a hint of pleading through gritted teeth.

Shuen raised an eyebrow, grabbed the two boxes of money, and stuffed a handful of gold coins from the box of gold into Fury's shirt pocket as a tip.

"It's been a pleasure working with you, Director Ludan. Next time, I'll treat you to a hamburger as a deposit for this ship."

Xiu En knew that the gold was worth more than the US dollars, but he didn't care. He ignored Ivy's muttered words about being wasteful and flew back.

The golden streak of light stopped abruptly in the low sky above Queens, the resulting gust of air whipping up the lids of roadside trash cans but avoiding the red and blue figure helping an elderly person across the zebra crossing.

"Tsk, just a moment ago it was hanging on the wall like a miser, and in the blink of an eye it has turned into a Boy Scout."

Xiu En hovered in mid-air, looked at the boy, and laughed.

Sunflower Ivy shook her leaves on his shoulder.

"That's called 'gap moe,' something a heartless metal block like you would never understand."

The child hadn't even had time to zip up his empty backpack; the "robbery" of the large box of gold didn't seem to have left much of a shadow on his mind.

Or rather, when he sees someone in need of help, Peter Parker's troubles automatically give way to Spider-Man.

"Hey! You kid in the tights!"

Xiu En, like a deliveryman, threw the two black suitcases down from mid-air.

Two dull thuds sounded at Peter's feet, startling the old woman so much that she almost dropped her cane, and instantly putting Peter into battle mode.

It wasn't until he realized that it was thrown down by that luminous big shot from earlier.

"This is the after-sales service for that box of gold. Five million US dollars, old bills, not consecutive serial numbers, legal income personally stamped and certified by the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Xiu En landed on a nearby street lamp, hands in his pockets, speaking casually as if to say, "Here's your change."

"Consider the deducted processing fee as payment for that one-eyed guy's hamburger. How's that efficiency? Not bad, right?"

Parker was stunned.

He glanced at the two boxes on the ground, which now seemed incredibly heavy, then at the golden figure with a look of utter admiration, and finally at the old woman he had just helped cross the street who was now looking at him with a kind expression.

"Five...five million? In cash? And all in such a short time?"

The boy's voice was trembling, and his eyes, hidden behind the mask, were probably as wide as saucers.

The largest denomination banknote he had ever seen in his life was probably the pocket money given to him by Aunt May.

"What else? Are you expecting me to carry fifty kilograms of gold to a pawnshop and get arrested as a robber?"

Shuen pursed his lips, casually pulled a handle he'd swiped from S.H.I.E.L.D. from his pocket, took a bite like eating sugarcane, and made a crunching sound.

"Keep it. This isn't just money; it's the reward your good neighbor deserves for his service. And in my opinion, it's not even enough to buy this handle in my hand."

Peter took a deep breath, seemingly digesting the enormous amount of information.

After a long while, he bent down and solemnly picked up the two boxes.

This time, he seemed to be thinking about how to get the money back into the hands of the Guangren.

"Thank you, thank you so much. I don't know what to say."

He looked up, and even through the mask, Xiu En could sense the genuine silliness in him.

"But if you don't mind, there's a sandwich shop on that street up ahead that I think has the best sandwiches in all of New York! It's on me! You can have a hundred if you want!"

"Oh?"

Xiu En raised an eyebrow.

"Tastes even better than airplane parts?"

"Although I don't know what airplane parts taste like, they're the best! They have the owner's special pickled cucumbers in them!"

Peter's voice finally carried the lightness that comes with age.