American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 387 Allen Discovers the Planet's Weakness

Snow blankets the vast Arctic continent.

Located in the polar regions of the planet, with a perpetually cold climate, it is clearly unsuitable for large-scale human habitation.

Of course, the indigenous Inuit people live in the Arctic, but with a population of two million scattered across such a vast area, it is tantamount to being a sparsely populated region.

"I want to see penguins."

Gazing at the snowy landscape, Morgan, now a seven-foot-tall beautiful young woman, held calico in her arms, her two bright eyes constantly searching for the penguins.

"Penguins live in Antarctica," Allen said earnestly.

"Why can't we live in the Arctic?" Morgan asked, unwilling to give up.

"Antarctica is colder, and penguins get heatstroke in the Arctic," Allen explained earnestly.

"Heatstroke?"

Morgan's forehead furrowed into a deep frown as his brain raced.

At this time, Namor was searching for traces of black manta rays in the ocean. He had the same ability as Aquaman, which allowed him to communicate with marine life, rather than searching aimlessly like looking for a needle in a haystack.

It just takes a little time.

"Aren't you cold?"

T'Challa watched the two people in front of him build a snowman, shivering all over. Moreover, Allen and Morgan were wearing thin clothes and showed no signs of being cold.

T'Challa not only wore the vibranium Black Panther suit, but also wore a down jacket over it, his thick lips trembling as he breathed out hot air.

"Hey, this place isn't like your hometown in Africa. If you're afraid of the cold, you can leave first," Allen suggested.

Okay.

Previously, I called him Captain Black Cat.

Now, they're just calling him "Heizi" (a derogatory term for a hater).

It probably won't be long before they're called "black devils."

"I can hold on."

T'Challa feigned strength, stretching his entire body on the spot to raise his body temperature through exercise.

Allen, with a physique 72 times that of an adult, is basically unafraid of the Arctic cold, while Morgan is blessed by the gods and possesses divine protection that grants immunity to low temperatures.

Even more outrageous, Allen was lying in the snow, and Morgan pushed him into a snowball.

"Little Morgan, push me down the hill, I want to become a snowball bomb!" Allen shouted gleefully.

"Snowball bomb, launch!"

One dares to play, the other dares to push.

Morgan readily agreed to Allen's excessive demands.

what…

An excited shout lingered for a long time.

The snowball enveloping Allen grew larger and larger, gradually forming a super-giant sphere several meters tall.

boom!

A giant snowball crashed into another snow-covered mountain.

The problem is that it can cause violent earthquakes.

How could a snowball that collapses at the slightest impact cause an earthquake?

"An avalanche!"

T'Challa looked back and saw the white snow rolling down from the towering snow-capped mountains like a raging torrent.

"Run for your lives!"

Seeing that things were going badly, T'Challa quickly called out and ran down the hillside.

bang...

With a loud bang, a figure vanished in an instant.

Morgan kicked off with both legs and landed straight down the mountain like a cannonball.

This scene left T'Challa momentarily stunned, but thankfully his body instinctively kept him running.

"Grandpa, you're so awesome! Your retort caused an earthquake!" Morgan said with an expression of admiration.

"It wasn't me."

Allen was dizzy and disoriented. He didn't know how many times he spun around when he rolled down. He felt a bit nauseous and explained with difficulty, "I didn't do anything. It must be that Snow Mountain is indecent. It has a sensitive constitution and it shivers down my spine at the slightest touch."

"I'll give it a try."

Morgan, with a research mindset, touched the mountainside.

boom!

Another earthquake shook the ground.

Calm returned to normal within seconds.

"It really is true!" Morgan stared wide-eyed in disbelief, utterly shocked by the strange phenomenon.

"Hmm... how is that possible?"

Allen frowned incredulously, stroking his chin as he pondered, "Is this mountain some kind of sensitive spot on the planet? Is it really necessary to react so strongly to just a little touch?"

T'Challa ran for his life, and the second earthquake caused the avalanche to become increasingly intense, almost like a flash flood or tsunami.

Firmly convinced of his suspicions, Allen grinned slyly, his fingers digging into the air as he drew closer to the mountain's surface, saying with a lewd expression, "Hey, Star, I'll give you a massage."

boom!

Sure enough, this magical snow-capped mountain once again gave a strong response.

Poor T'Challa! He was caught in the avalanche without warning, struggling like a drowning cat in the rolling snow.

Suddenly, the avalanche swept up in front of Allen.

a long time.

The avalanche stopped.

Three heads emerged from the snowdrift.

"Could this be planetary orgasm?" Allen said with certainty.

"Don't!"

When T'Challa saw Allen raise his hand to touch the mountain again, he quickly stopped him.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

My palms were already pressed against the cold mountain wall.

The expected earthquake simply did not occur.

"Watch me."

Morgan volunteered and slapped the mountainside with both hands, but the result was still calm and undisturbed.

"I see."

Allen suddenly realized: "Usually after Little Right helps me, he enters a state of enlightenment with no distractions, so the impatient frog keeps touching your belly. This rascal is in a state of sagehood right now."

"..."

Really?

T'Challa wanted to question it, but couldn't find any rebuttal.

The three earthquakes just now are completely inexplicable.

"Grandpa knows so much." Morgan looked like he had learned something.

"Sigh... intelligence is just a dispensable advantage of mine, as insignificant as my unparalleled beauty," Allen said with a hint of shyness.

"Grandpa, you're amazing!"

Morgan nodded emphatically in agreement, his admiration for Allen already surpassing that for his father, Iron Man.

"It's fine if you're good-looking, just praise me for being handsome. I'm just that shallow," Allen said cheekily.

"Grandpa, you're so handsome," Morgan obediently echoed.

"How embarrassing!"

Allen covered his face with a smug look on his face.

Standing to the side, T'Challa's thick lips curled outwards in disgust.

That's really crazy.

I can't keep up with the pace of my thoughts at all.

"A person is adrift at sea."

T'Challa turned his head away, unable to bear looking, when he inadvertently saw many fish floating on the surface of the sea, among which was a figure facing downwards.

"Holy crap, it's the Pirate King."

Allen recognized the man by the wings on his ankle and immediately rushed to rescue him.

Near the sea, a green light materialized into a giant hand, which scooped up Namo, whose fate was unknown.

"Wake up, Pirate King! Why are you sleeping in the water every other day?"

Allen grabbed his shoulders and shook him wildly, Namor's head bobbing back and forth like a rattle.

Forehead…

T'Challa was speechless. He said that you shouldn't press on the chest to squeeze out the water when trying to revive someone who has fallen into the water. Doesn't he know any basic first aid?

puff!

Namor spat out a mouthful of seawater, his mind hazy, and said with unfocused eyes, "There are nuclear bombs in the water, they're nearby, um..."

After saying that, he fainted again.

Nuclear bomb!

earthquake!

In an instant, T'Challa connected the two and immediately understood the reason that had caused the avalanche.

It was all a coincidence.

(End of this chapter)