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Chapter 287 Wholesale Infinity Stones

Inside the Indian prison, Kingpin's words brought a moment of silence to the people present.

To make them actors?

We brought them here just to make them so-called actors?

"What, is it hard to understand?"

Kingpin was somewhat displeased to see the stunned expressions on these people's faces.

Although Kingpin speaks in English, his language-related superpower allows him to ensure that the other person understands him precisely.

Although they live in different civilizations and are even different species, they still have a corresponding concept of the word "actor" in their minds.

An actor is a performer who plays a certain role, or a professional who participates in performances such as opera, drama, film, television series, dance, and folk art.

So, the reason for capturing them across billions of miles and countless planets without killing them was for this purpose.

Star-Lord immediately chimed in, "We understand the idea of ​​a stage actor, of course; I'm an Earthling too. But what kind of play do you want us to perform? Romeo and Juliet?"

As he spoke, Star-Lord glanced at the people around him, each of whom looked quite human.

If you put this group of people in a play, they'd probably turn Romeo and Juliet into Romeo spending the night with a pig!

"You consider yourself an Earthling?" Kingpin looked at Star-Lord, his brow furrowing unconsciously.

Why is his body so weak and listless, like a piece of vegetables? He's seriously lowering the poverty line for the physical fitness of Earthlings.

I'm afraid you could pull out the kidneys of any two-day-old baby you bring over.

"Of course I'm from Earth, but I was left behind in outer space decades ago and only just returned." Star-Lord nodded repeatedly, hoping to get some favor.

Kingpin said nonchalantly, "Fine, since you're from Earth, I'll let you temporarily manage these people. You can start over after this incident is over."

Star-Lord, overjoyed at gaining the authority of the team leader, nodded repeatedly in agreement, saying, "President, what should we do next?"

"Familiarize yourself with the script first." Kingpin said, waving his hand, and a large stack of thick scripts with black text on a white background appeared in front of him.

《钢铁侠1》、《雷神2》、《银河护卫队2》、《美国队长2》、《复仇者联盟1》……

Inside are photocopies of all 22 Marvel movies, from Iron Man 1 to Avengers: Endgame.

Star-Lord instinctively stepped forward, picked up a book, and began to flip through it. It turned out to be the script for Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 1.

The others also picked up a few books and started reading.

With the protection of written language, these people weren't worried about not understanding it.

Seeing the alien prisoners engrossed in reading the script, Kingpin instructed the future Stark:

"I'll leave the rest of the work to you. I'm going back now."

"Rodriguez is still using the Reality Stone to set up the scene; I need to go check it out."

After saying that, Stark nodded and she turned and walked out of the room.

Ten minutes later, looking at the script in their hands, the aliens had different emotions.

The script of "The Avengers" in front of Yondu.

It details Loki's plot and Thanos's plan to collect the Infinity Stones, but the only problem is... it's too weak.

Yes, why is Earth so weak in this script?

"Wang Defa, what's with this Iron Man? Wearing armor and using a laser cannon to fight the Chitauri? Isn't he from Earth? Wouldn't it be more efficient to use his fists?"

"And how come these guys named Hawkeye, Natasha, and Captain America are so weak?"

"And why are the Earthlings so fearful of the Chitauri's attack? They even ran away!!!"

"Isn't this city called New York a major city on Earth? Thirty or fifty people could easily handle it, why bother with a spaceship?"

"Oh my god, is this Avengers some kind of organization for Earth's disabled?"

……

During the silent reading of the script, Yondu suddenly threw it on the ground with a "thud".

"Earthlings are bullying aliens! They're clearly terrifying, but in the script they're portrayed as delicate flowers. Why are you pretending to be pitiful? Screaming and running away at the sight of aliens! Who should be screaming here?"

Yondu felt so angry his liver hurt, and he felt that what he was about to film was simply a satirical play.

Earthlings use their extraordinary talent for humor to disguise themselves as pitiful victims. Who really started this war of aggression?

The Chitauri attacked New York on Earth? Their leader has been captured and is now tied up like a dumpling, okay?

Not only him, Loki also looked at Thor's script with a pained expression.

Looking at this script of pretentious posturing and face-slapping, and then thinking of my deceased older brother, the difference between this performance and reality is just too great.

"Boss, is this the script we're supposed to be acting out? Isn't it a bit too fantastical?" Star-Lord asked Stark, sneaking up to him as he looked at the alien prisoners with their varied expressions.

"This isn't a script; it's a real story that happened in another parallel universe," Future Stark said seriously.

These words silenced the prison.

"That makes sense. It accurately portrays the personality of each of us." Rocket Raccoon looked at the Guardians of the Galaxy with sudden realization.

Because the location is not on Earth, there is the least sense of strangeness, and every action in it is something you can do yourself.

"So, you Earthlings weren't born this strong either," Yondu couldn't help but ask, receiving an affirmative answer from Stark.

"Tell you all that the handling of this script is the White Empire's top priority."

Looking at the aliens in front of him, Stark said, "I need you to play yourselves and film Iron Man 1 through Avengers 3 a week before Christmas, a month from now."

"Then, during the following Christmas, we'll live-action reenact the script for Avengers 4, giving the White Empire a spectacular performance for His Majesty the White Night's birthday."

"A month? No, it should be 23 days. How can they do it in such a short time?" Star-Lord couldn't help but question.

How could they possibly manage to film 22 movies in just 23 days?

"There's nothing the Empire can't do if it's willing," Future Stark said confidently.

"Just be yourself. All props will be realistic, the arena will be simulated with Reality Gems, and death and injury will be real. However, we will revive you later."

"Then... what about the Infinity Gauntlet?" A hoarse voice came from the corner.

Thanos spoke for the first time since entering the prison, staring intently at Stark with resolute eyes.

"Clang! Clang!"

In the future, Stark suddenly waved his hand, and a sound like glass shattering on the ground rang out.

More than a dozen colorful and dazzling gems fell directly in front of everyone, causing another eerie silence in the prison.

They remembered that there were only 6 Infinity Stones... right?

(End of this chapter)