In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

Are they leaving?

With his superior hearing compared to that of Earthlings, Dr. Lawson faintly heard the Mediterranean professor muttering to himself not far away.

"Doctor, what's wrong?"

"He seems to be in a good mood."

Carroll was a little confused. Why did Dr. Lawson look like he had just heard that he had won the lottery?

Dr. Lawson snapped out of his daze and explained somewhat stiffly, "Ah? It's nothing, it's just... it's so good that no one got hurt."

Carol sensed that the Doctor was acting strangely today. Could it be that he/she had started his period? But that didn't make sense either; the Doctor should have gone through menopause long ago at his age.

Just as Carol was racking her brains trying to figure it out... Boom—it seemed as if something heavy had crashed down outside.

"What's wrong with me today?"

Carol pinched her slightly furrowed brow. Why are there so many strange things happening today?

However, Carol didn't have time to think too much about it. After all, as the head of security, she couldn't just ignore such an obvious commotion.

And she doesn't know if Superman and the others have returned yet; she needs to take some people over to check.

Carroll called his security personnel, telling them to come over immediately, and then rushed over himself.

The rooftop at this moment.

"No way? Again?"

Harry, who had just taken off his armor, looked at the crashing spaceship in the distance and felt like crying.

Look to the side again.

Wayne's suit is made of those strange crimson particles, and it's incredibly easy to put on.

Gwen's suit is a nanotech suit, and it's obvious who gave it to her. However, the material is unknown, and it only has a very slight metallic sheen compared to the original suit... but in terms of convenience, it's not much worse than Wayne's suit.

Even Peter just acquired a symbiote, so he no longer needs to bother with wearing a suit; the symbiote simply wraps around him and transforms into a black suit.

"..."

As a poor, sucker, I have to put on my armor all over again.

The melancholy Harry couldn't help but look up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and sigh softly.

He thought that with Osborn Technology behind him, and with Wayne, the only one with more financial resources than him, not putting much effort into his suit, which was the Platinum Suit with no special abilities not long ago, his own armor should be the most pretentious one.

This was the first time he had shown his carefully prepared armor to his friends, intending to give them a surprise.

Unexpectedly... his armor turned out to be the worst one?

With no other options, Harry could only grumble inwardly as he frantically called the glider to his side.

Because his armor is a suit of armor, it can't be carried in a bag like Peter did before. So he keeps the armor on his glider and when he needs it, he finds a secluded place to summon the glider—and then, like now, he hastily puts on the armor piece by piece.

By the time Harry had put on his armor, Wayne and his two companions were already heading towards the crashed spaceship.

"Ugh."

Harry boarded the glider, put on a half-mask to cover his gloomy face, and then followed closely behind.

……

Not far from the giant cube building, a dilapidated spaceship that looked like it was about to be scrapped smashed a large crater in the flat ground.

"Rockets, are you even capable?! You almost killed us!"

Star-Lord, covered in dust and grime, climbed out of the spaceship, breathing in the fresh air with lingering fear.

"If you're so good, then you do it!"

Rocket, with the shaped charge cannon on his back, jumped out of the hatch. "Fuck! The engines aren't even blown up! You'd be lucky to land!"

Not far away, Carol, who had also arrived, saw Wayne and the others. Carol first breathed a sigh of relief, and then nodded to Wayne.

Watching Star-Lord and Rocket Raccoon arguing, Harry couldn't help but rub his eyes. "Can raccoons talk?"

Peter stroked his chin, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Maybe it's an alien that looks like a raccoon?"

"Alright, stop making a fool of yourself."

Gamora separated Star-Lord with one hand and Rocket Raccoon with the other, and then came to the group.

Gwen subtly observed Gamora, then secretly glanced at Wayne's reaction, and finally nodded thoughtfully—she shouldn't pose a threat.

Gamora was taken aback for a moment as she looked at the person floating quietly in mid-air, wearing an unusual battle suit and with an unusual face. Then, she subconsciously assumed that the person in charge was the one on the other side and began to talk to him.

"Is this Earth?"

Gamora's subcutaneous translation chip translated her words into English: "Are you from Earth?"

"What business is it of yours where I'm from?"

Wayne pulled out a pen and a parking ticket from somewhere and started scribbling on them. "You can't park spaceships here, right, security supervisor?"

"Huh? Hmm!"

Although Carroll didn't understand at first, he nodded nonetheless.

Wayne tossed the ticket over. "Two thousand dollars, any objections?"

"I... Aba aba aba, Baba!"

Rocket Raccoon, who was about to swear, covered his mouth in disbelief. How did his words turn out like this?!

"Rocket, I never knew you had this kind of hobby?"

Drax, who followed, glanced at Rocket Raccoon with an expression of "disbelief and disrespect".

Enraged, Rocket Raccoon pulled out his blaster and aimed it at Drax.

"I am Groot."

Groot scratched his head, somewhat puzzled. Had the Rockets become like him? Or was "Aba aba" actually the Rockets' true racial language?

"This guy... wow, he's got some looks~ No, sorry, I'm getting off-topic."

Star-Lord never imagined that after being away from Earth for decades, his self-proclaimed title of "Earth's Number One Male God" would be inherited by someone else.

"Indeed, compared to this guy, Quill is a lot of a loser."

Drax showed no mercy to Star-Lord, "Or is it simply that Quill is ugly?"

"..."

If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute.

Star-Lord frowned, his lips drooping to his shoulders, and gave Drax a disgruntled look.

"We have no money."

Gamora then asked, "Where would they get money from Earthlings when they've just arrived?"

"So, they're here to cause trouble?"

Wayne raised an eyebrow, his eyes blazing like stars, and crimson particles appeared on the patterns of his Aether Suit, flowing like lava.

"No, we're not here to cause trouble."

Gamora had no intention of fighting the Earthlings opposite her, especially the one with the most expensive-looking special effects. "We've only come to Earth at someone's request."

"Entrusted by someone?"

Gwen's gaze swept over the damaged spaceship behind Star-Lord and the others. "Why does it look more like they're being chased?"

"That's not wrong."

A clear, melodious girl's voice, as clear as a babbling brook, reached everyone's ears.

A faint purple light appeared, and a slender and pretty girl passed through the spaceship and came outside.

"Dad told me I'd recognize you at a glance... It's you, right? You're so beautiful~ I really could recognize you right away... Strange? Sniff sniff~ You smell so good~"