Alien invasion? Luckily, I'm Superman.

After saying goodbye to Commander Zhao, Su Mo stayed alone in the federal government office, feeling somewhat bored.

Su Mo spun around in the chair twice, then stood up and walked to the window to look at the construction site outside, before returning to his seat. The chair was indeed comfortable, but he felt extremely uncomfortable sitting there.

He wanted to go out for a walk, but he was afraid of being recognized. Although the title of vice chairman was a nominal one, many people knew him.

Oh, right.

Can't you open a portal inside the bracelet?

When he received the bracelet before, the message mentioned this function, but at that time Earth was still in crisis, so he didn't dare to try it rashly. Now that things are back on track on Earth, and he has nothing else to do, he might as well go in and take a look.

Su Mo pulled a piece of paper from the drawer, wrote a note on it, and placed it on the table: "Commander Zhao, I'm going out for a bit, I'll be back soon."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "Don't worry."

After finishing writing, he raised his left hand and looked at the bracelet on his wrist.

"Open the portal."

The bracelet is not responding.

Su Mo frowned, focused his attention, and used his mind to touch the teleportation portal at the core of the bracelet.

"Open the door."

The bracelet glowed with a golden light. A black-gold crack slowly unfolded before Su Mo, its edges like torn silk. Inside the crack, one could see nebulae, rotating galaxies, and fleeting blue planets.

Su Mo stared at the crack for a long time.

He tried asking the bracelet if he could return at any time. The bracelet gave an affirmative answer: the portal could be opened in both directions, allowing him to return to the starting point at any time.

This AI is so stupid! It's so difficult to communicate with it. It's completely different from the AI ​​in comics or movies that can rule the universe. But he didn't think too much about it.

Su Mo gazed at the shifting images within the crack. He saw the Earth. Something deep within the crack was drawing him in, yet something else was making him hesitate.

Is Earth on the other side of the portal? Could it be the DC multiverse?

This thought made him somewhat hesitant. It was best to avoid getting involved in that cesspool of the DC multiverse if possible. Various crises kept coming one after another, often escalating to the point of multiverse destruction; with his limited abilities, he wouldn't even make a ripple.

But the cracks had already appeared. And to be honest, he was curious too.

Su Mo took a deep breath and stepped inside.

On the side of a noisy street, in a quiet alley.

A flash of dark purple light appeared, and Su Mo walked out from inside.

The portal closed silently behind him, as if it had never existed. The alley was narrow, lined with trash cans and cardboard boxes, graffiti on the walls, and puddles on the ground. A strange smell filled the air, a mixture of urine and the acrid stench of marijuana.

Su Mo immediately activated his super vision and super hearing.

The sounds of activity from the surrounding streets instantly flooded his senses. This alley led to a commercial street, bustling with people, a mix of English accents. Further out were residential areas, and beyond that, several tall buildings could be seen. A helicopter flew overhead, a blue logo emblazoned on its side.

He listened to the conversation on the street for a few seconds and confirmed one thing: This was America. At least some version of America.

A huge GG poster was plastered on the wall at the alley entrance. Seven people stood in a row on the poster, wearing bodysuits and capes, with the man in the center, wearing a blue bodysuit and a red cape, in the most prominent position. At the bottom of the poster were the words: "The Seven Superheroes."

Su Mo stared at the poster for two seconds. Was this a movie or something? It looked like a superhero movie advertisement. But he wasn't in the mood to investigate further; he needed to figure out where he was first.

One thing relieved him: this wasn't the DC Universe. There was no Metropolis, no Gotham City, no Daily Planet. The signs and architecture were familiar, but the brand names were all different. It must be a parallel world he'd never heard of.

Footsteps sounded behind her. Su Mo turned her head and saw two figures walking in from the other end of the alley. A tall man, holding a knife, stood in front of a shorter man, cursing under his breath.

"Hand over the money, now."

The short man was an old man, probably in his sixties, holding an old leather bag in both hands. He took two steps back and pressed his back against the wall.

Su Mo sighed.

He walked over and patted the robber on the shoulder. The robber turned around, and before he could even see who it was, the knife was taken from his hand. Su Mo folded the knife, stuffed it into the nearby trash can, then grabbed the robber by the back of his collar, carried him to the alley entrance, and put him on the ground.

"roll."

The robbers scrambled away.

The whole process took less than ten seconds. Su Mo didn't even use much force.

The old man stood there stunned for a while, then said thank you in Spanish. Su Mo waved and walked out of the alley.

He didn't take it to heart. This level of "battle" wasn't even a warm-up.

Su Mo walked for a while and realized he was facing a very practical problem: he needed a computer with internet access to figure out the basics of the world.

He stopped in front of an internet cafe. The sign read "Chinatown Internet Cafe" in Chinese, with a line of small English below. Through the glass door, he could see the interior, which was decorated in the style of an old-fashioned internet cafe, with rows of computers and a few young people playing games.

Su Mo pushed open the door and went inside.

The owner was a Chinese man in his fifties, wearing reading glasses, sitting behind the counter looking at his phone. Su Mo walked over and said as naturally as possible, "Boss, a private room, please."

He took out his ID card and placed it on the counter. It was his second-generation Chinese ID card, which he had brought from his original world.

The boss glanced at him, but didn't reach out to take it; he just raised his eyelids to look at him.

"You're here for tourism, right?"

The boss's tone was very calm.

"If yes, please register your passport; if not, please show your driver's license."

Su Mo's hand paused.

Oh no, this is America, not China. Even in China in this world, his ID card is useless. Sometimes even a super brain fails; he didn't even think of such a basic fact.

Just as he was about to say "never mind" and leave, a hand reached out from behind and patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey, boss, a room please."

That hand was very strong, and when it slapped down, it carried an air of nonchalance that left no room for refusal.

Su Mo turned around. Standing behind her was a tall man, about 1.9 meters tall, wearing a black trench coat and sporting a thick black stubble. His facial features were sharp, with high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and a faint, ambiguous smile at the corners of his mouth, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

The shopkeeper glanced at the man behind Su Mo, his gaze lingering on the man's face for a second before decisively issuing the ticket. He recognized the man; he seemed to be a federal agent who frequented this area. Better to avoid trouble.

The boss took a room key from the drawer and handed it to him. The man took it, tilted his head at Su Mo, and gestured for him to follow.

Su Mo didn't move immediately. He stood still, sized up the man for two seconds, then composed himself and asked, "Who are you? Why are you helping me?"

"There are too many people here, let's go inside and talk."

The man had already started walking, and his voice drifted back from ahead.

Su Mo hesitated for a moment, then followed. He had already used his X-ray vision to check; the man was an ordinary person, carrying only a Glock gun tucked behind his waist. He posed no threat to him.