American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

The wind blows heat waves.

Xiu En subconsciously reached to his side waist, where he usually kept some snacks.

What my fingers touched was a piece of shimmering, crimson-gold armor, smooth to the touch, with no bottomless pockets anymore.

His movements froze.

Xiu En lowered his head and, unwilling to give up, patted the armor that looked imposing and domineering but was actually useless except for covering his body, providing defense, and looking cool.

No.

There was nothing there.

A list began to rapidly form in his mind, and with each item listed, his face fell further.

"It's over."

"Ah Fu's baked cookies, the cookies I stole... they're gone."

Xiu En's voice began to take on a mournful tone.

"The aerospace-grade titanium alloy scrap I swiped from that one-eyed Marvel guy... is gone."

"I've worked so hard and managed to get so much metal material... and it's all gone."

He suddenly looked up at Bruce, who was pretending to look at the clouds but actually listening intently.

"Most importantly! That black card you gave me! That meal ticket that allowed me to eat at every restaurant in Gotham! Not even a trace of it is left!"

That was his entire fortune and life as a gourmet.

Under Xiu En's influence, the trench coat has always had a strange characteristic: it can hold as much stuff as you want, and even clones can stuff or steal things into it.

So it was filled with a lot of trash that Xiu En had casually carried around.

Now it has all been turned into high-grade fertilizer offered to heaven and earth.

"Alright, stop howling like a squirrel that's lost its pine cone."

The sunflower on the shoulder shook its leaves.

The vines stretched out from the flower stems and gently patted Xiu En's hand, which was covered in golden light.

"If it's burned, it's burned. Out with the old, in with the new. That tattered trench coat was only good for dust protection; it would turn to ash with the slightest touch of real fire. It's not worthy of your current radiant and heat-generating physique."

"I'll get you a new one when we get back."

"I will use the best fibers to spin thread and then go to that witch who can perform magic tricks to extort a few high-level space runes."

The sunflower's flower head turned slightly.

"It must be fireproof, explosion-proof, and also protected against your own leaky, metallic aura. Of course, there's plenty of room; you could even stuff a streetlamp inside if you wanted."

Xiu En smiled.

Bruce was so quick to change his tune that he wondered if the guy was deliberately playing the victim.

"You said it yourself, Little Flower."

He reached back and touched the petals on his shoulder, his eyes full of laughter, a far cry from the heartbroken look he had just given me.

"If the new clothes can't hold all the dry food Afu gave me, I'll plant you in there to take up space."

"You dare!"

Sunflower brandished the miniature Taibai ruler in her hand, as if to strike, but only lightly tapped Xiu En's ear.

Bruce knew that Shuen's trash could actually be compensated a hundredfold in Wayne Enterprises' warehouses at any time.

And that black card?

Well, getting a replacement is just a matter of making a phone call.

But this may be proof that they are human, not gods who are high above.

……

After saying goodbye to Bruce, Shun lightly touched the dripping beast of Wayne Tower with his toes, and his whole body transformed into a golden streak of light.

The strong winds high in the sky swept across the golden armor.

Sunflower sat on its broad shoulder armor, gesturing with its vines to the famous design drawings, thinking that some special materials needed to be collected on the spot.

Ten minutes later.

Shuon hovered atop a deserted chemical plant on the outskirts of Gotham Port.

Ivy used vines to gather the spoils she had just plundered together.

These mutated plants, which have grown in Gotham’s environment filled with heavy metals and biochemical pollution, are mostly highly corrosive or resilient.

The sunflower hurled a dark, glossy old vine from the center of its leaves at Xiu En's golden armor.

The moment the vines touched the golden light, a puff of white smoke rose up, and in the blink of an eye, not even ash remained.

Ivy turned her flowerpot toward the southern metropolis, her tone very critical.

In this damned Gotham, you obviously can't find fibers that can withstand the Golden Crow's True Fire while also possessing extremely high flexibility.

They searched for a while in the damp corners of Gotham, but the roots and spores they found did not meet Ivy's standards.

Clutching a withered poison ivy, she planned to venture into the jungles beyond Gotham City in search of a better alternative.

"No. The soil here is too barren. While pollution has certainly induced mutations, the fiber strength of these clothes simply can't withstand the firepower you're wearing. Even with Zatana's spatial runes, these clothes are still disposable and defective. We need to go to more extreme places, deep in the Amazon rainforest, or the prehistoric jungle near Gorilla City."

Hugh had no liking for the hot, humid, and muddy rainforest, and he was even more disgusted by the suggestion to slowly search for a few blades of grass in such an environment.

The golden patterns on Xiu En's palm spun rapidly.

"Since we're going to be searching around aimlessly anyway, why not go to another world and grab something good?"

"Those unruly spaces often harbor even stranger and more bizarre things."

Ivy stretched out the vine at the front of the flowerpot, indicating her doubt.

"Do you have coordinates? Or are you trying to go back to that one-eyed Earth with its perpetually stern face? There are only a few drunken bastards left over there, while your projection is still busy eating."

Xiu En began to smile.

"No need for that."

As Xiu En spoke, he stretched out his hand and drew a circle in the air.

"Looking for materials to make clothes? My gut feeling tells me there's a place where the materials are not only fireproof and explosion-proof, but also plentiful."

"intuition?"

Ivy's sunflower clone suspiciously turned the flower head around.

"The last time you said your intuition was right, you took me into the exhaust vents of Stark Tower and made me inhale a nose full of pollution."

"That was an accident! This time, we'll definitely find somewhere with clothing materials!"

The golden light instantly engulfed the two of them.

The perspective stretches, passing through countless bizarre and fantastical dimensional bubbles.

Projected display.

When the field of vision stabilized again.

They were greeted by a dusty, scorching hot suburban highway in the United States.

"Creak!"

The screeching of brakes and the roar of the engine assaulted my senses.

A dilapidated yellow Chevrolet Camaro that looked like it could fall apart at any moment.

It was drifting on the highway with its ferocious maneuverability.

Behind it, a Ford Mustang police car with flashing red and blue lights was relentlessly pursuing it.

Xiu En's projected eyes were fixed on the yellow sports car that sped past.

"Look! What perfect fabric!"

Xiu En pointed at the car that clearly possessed self-awareness, his mouth watering with energy sparks.

"It looks brittle! And that metallic structure is practically natural fluid metal wire! Clothes made from that kind of fibrous material would be incredibly stiff!"

The sunflower on the shoulder patted its face expressionlessly with its leaves.

"If my botanical knowledge is correct, it was a car. A beat-up Chevrolet, most likely from an accident."

Ivy's voice, filled with disappointment and frustration, rang in his ears.

"You said you came looking for materials to make clothes, so you just came by the smell, didn't you? These days, besides these running lumps of metal, what does this world have to do with textiles?"

"Don't you think it looks like an invitation for me to try it?"

Xiu En completely ignored the complaints; his vision was now clearer than an X-ray.

In his eyes.

It was a lemon-flavored sandwich cookie that moved around and even peeled and deformed on its own.

Most importantly, it actually has a soul!

"..."

Ivy was silent for three seconds.

She also sensed that these mechanical creatures that roamed around seemed to contain some kind of energy source she had never seen before.

If we could extract that energy, even just a little bit.

Perhaps we can cultivate new steel plants?

For example, putting a metal shell on a nut?

The two people looked at each other on the GG card.

Xiu En blinked, sending a signal.

It's good to have something to eat!

Ivy sighed, the leaves drooped limply, then quickly stood up again, full of energy.

Alright. Since we're here, it wouldn't be right not to take something back with us.

on the road.

Sam Witwicky was gripping the Autobot-branded steering wheel tightly, letting out a high-pitched scream.

"It's catching up! It's caught up with the bumblebee! This isn't scientifically possible! This isn't a police car from Earth!"

Bumblebee couldn't even reply via radio because it was using all its computing power to figure out how to break free from the Decepticon elite barricade's lock-on.

Just then, a golden spot of light fell.

The beam of light struck the middle of the road where the two cars were chasing each other, attempting to force this desperate chase to a halt.

"Guys!"

"It's impolite to interrupt your racing, but I'm here to buy goods!"

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