Chapter 572: Tour Guide Su Su Tuoni

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Black Widow Natasha, Captain America Steve, S. H. I. E. L. D. director Nick Fury, and Dr. Banner restored to his normal human form were gathered beside an ambulance.

"You really should've seen how he beat up that corpse—those fighting techniques were absolutely insane, assuming you could even catch the hundred-plus moves in one second."

Thor glanced at the corpse of Ant-Man, now sealed off, and reluctantly lowered his excited hand.

"Stark's on that tour bus—he kicked me for no reason twenty minutes ago," Hawkeye asked from his stretcher.

"He really never got any super-soldier serum?"

That kick felt like being hit head-on by a sports car going over 150 km/h—even after the driver had already slammed on the brakes.

Natasha looked at Nick Fury; he said nothing, only chewed gum while scrolling through tourist information on his tablet.

"Maybe it's a power awakening?" Natasha joked: "Mutant gene mutations granting superpowers aren't uncommon."

"I'm more inclined to think our scientist cooked up something powerful again," Steve rubbed his slightly bruised eye socket, wincing as he sucked in a breath.

Thor sized him up: "Did you also land on the chest of the Vibranium Girl?"

That was the joke the fake captain had made earlier in the elevator.

"I got smashed multiple times by a vibranium shield—he had the exact same one in his hand as mine."

"Whoa. So you got taken down by that impostor?"

"I could've fought him all day! But he had three masked accomplices beside him."

"Sounds rough, but at least you're okay."

"Yeah, my butt still hurts."

Steve finished speaking and noticed everyone was staring at him strangely—even Nick Fury, who had been focused elsewhere.

Especially Thor, whose eyes held a strange mix of suspicion and pity as he patted Steve's shoulder.

"It's all behind you, Captain."

"They kicked my butt!"

During the fight with the impostor, even his fighting style was identical—let alone the fact he had helpers nearby.

The guy muttered something about "American ass," and the other two masked thugs seized the chance, each landing a kick that threw him off-balance, exposing an opening, and knocking him out.

"One guy was wrapped head to toe in a cloak, but that kick—it felt like a steel robot."

Just as Steve was about to describe more details, the long-parked tour bus finally opened its doors.

The first person to step down from the tour bus was Su Su Tuoni Stark, holding a blue Squad Leader flag stamped with a travel agency logo, and wearing a matching blue tour-group shirt?

"Welcome to Stark Industries Tower, located in the heart of New York City—the city's most famous landmark."

Su Su Tuoni raised his right hand proudly to introduce it.

"In terms of cost and height alone, it's three tiers above the neighboring Empire State Building."

A group of young people began stepping off the tour bus—mostly East Asian faces, with a few individuals sporting vividly colored hair, each with distinct personalities.

All of them were the kind of people who leave a strong first impression, yet they all wore identical blue tour-company shirts and identical brimmed sun hats.

"To talk about this building's history, we have to go back to 1997—originally, it didn't have such a strong tech aesthetic; back then, I spent…."

Stark acted like a professional tour guide, speaking with deep familiarity and confidence, listing historical facts and amusing anecdotes about the building as if reciting from memory.

The tourists, burdened with large bags and clutching shopping bags, listened to the lecture.

Some pulled out cameras and phones to take photos, others ate chips and drank cola, some crossed their arms and studied intently—none paying any attention to the armed guards standing alert nearby.

"Want to take a group photo?" Su Su Tuoni Stark snatched the camera from a boy with messy hair: "Guys, gather over here—I think this spot's perfect."

Everyone moved toward the spot Su Su Tuoni indicated, obeying like children on a school field trip, standing in perfect formation.

"I need someone enthusiastic to take a picture of me too…" Su Su Tuoni looked around, then fixed his gaze on the Avengers beside the ambulance:

"Captain, it's time to show American spirit—take a photo of us."

Steve blinked, pointing at himself; he raised an eyebrow, a few faint wrinkles forming on his forehead, then walked forward with Natasha.

"What the hell are you doing?" Natasha asked, suspicious.

"Of course I'm compensating the frightened Iron Man fans—without their bus crushing that suspected zombie guy, who knows how much trouble we'd have had."

Su Su Tuoni raised both arms, as if it were obvious: "Make sure you take a good one!"

Su Su Tuoni handed Steve the vintage, old-fashioned camera, then turned back, raising both hands triumphantly above his head.

"This is the legendary Captain America, Steve Rogers—a living legend, symbol of American spirit, embodying tradition, responsibility, courage, and sacrifice!"

Hearing Su Su Tuoni introduce him so openly, Steve felt embarrassed, tugging at his lips, then waved to the tourists.

"Hi, everyone."

"That's him? The legendary concept god who always fights evenly?"

"Dick Captain."

"American ass?"

Did someone just say something weird? Wait—last one, who said that?!

"Hurry up and take the photo, Captain!" Su Su Tuoni urged.

Steve raised the camera with a strange expression; Natasha stood beside him, silently observing the young tourists—normally, an Asian tour group like this should have many middle-aged and elderly people.

Click!

Steve lowered the camera and glanced at it: "Kodak—made in Berlin, 1940s model. By today's standards, the photos won't look great."

"Use my phone," Su Su Tuoni tossed it over.

Click!

A group photo was taken.

But in the photo, the man with tape over his mouth, fast asleep on the shoulder of an East Asian woman, looked utterly out of place.

And a girl with gray hair in a jacket held a baseball bat aimed straight at the camera, giving Steve the eerie feeling she'd charge the lens any second.

She stood beside a black-haired youth with a lazy aura; Fang Zheng had intended to kiss a nearby gray-haired girl, but the girl pushed his face away, while another black-haired girl with straight, shoulder-length hair and a blunt fringe tiptoed to kiss him, only to have her face pushed away by the black-haired youth.

Strange and bizarre—too liberal by far.

Steve returned the old camera to the boy with a messy mop of hair and said, "This thing's already an antique from my era."

"I took it from the principal's office," Lu Mingfei said with an awkward smile.

"Maybe I can get you a letter of internship approval from S. H. I. E. L. D.," Natasha smiled. "Your English is good. Which school do you attend?"

"Cassel."

"Alright, next we'll tour the interior of Stark Tower," Su Su Tuoni interrupted, stepping between Natasha and Lu Mingfei.

"As compensation for interrupting their trip, I've invited them to stay temporarily at Stark Tower for quarantine observation."

"If any emergency arises, Stark Tower's defenses can effectively isolate the threat."

"Leave it to me. See you soon."

Under the Avengers' watchful eyes, Su Su Tuoni held the blue Squad Leader flag and waved, leading the tour group toward Stark Tower.

"That guy's actually pretty nice," Thor nodded in approval.

"This tour group is fine—the Immigration Bureau's records are normal—but there's one issue," Nick Fury walked over with a tablet, displaying its contents before them.

"The data shows they're all members of the same family, siblings to one another, here on a family trip."

"Their parents really know how to breed," Thor said.

Those around him turned to look.

"What's the problem?" Thor spread his hands.

Natasha rolled her eyes; Steve's expression grew even stranger.

"These details aren't important. What matters is what Stark is hiding," Nick Fury continued scrolling on his tablet.

"Loki's scepter went missing, the zombie attackers he specifically warned us to quarantine and incinerate, and the superhuman physiology he displayed."

"Wait a moment—let him settle his secret friends in first."

His finger paused; a white-background photo and profile of a tour group member appeared before the Avengers.

"Galen."

"Su Su Tuoni Stark invited the cover girl from the past two years of Playboy to his pool party—everyone there except him was female, and this man was the only male."

"One of those cover girls is one of ours."

Nick Fury's words made Steve frown, but he knew this was just another common tactic for agents.

"So you already have his information?"

"No. This big guy spent one night with our hot agent doing only three things."

Nick Fury shrugged. "Handstand performance, drinking, and getting every cover girl in the room drunk."

"The Mind Stone is here; the Space Stone was handed over to S. H. I. E. L. D."

From eleven years in the future, a world after Thanos snapped his fingers and the Infinity Stones were destroyed.

The Avengers traveled through time to the present to carry out the "Temporal Heist," attempting to collect the Infinity Stones and restore all the vanished lives.

"There's still a chance—we can bypass S. H. I. E. L. D.'s current defenses."

In a warehouse inside a new Manhattan office building, Su Su Tuoni Stark—whose hair was streaked with scattered strands of white—stirred a cup of instant coffee. Exhausted, he sniffed the smell, then set the mug down with a hint of resignation.

"No matter how long we spend here, when we return, only five seconds will have passed."

Future Su Su Tuoni handed the coffee to Captain America, who had been shrunk and brought back by Ant-Man Scott: "Hard work, Captain."

"You can bypass S. H. I. E. L. D.'s defenses—can you handle this Su Su Tuoni Stark?!" Scott raised his hands, staring blankly.

"If I hadn't observed another Ant-Man in the micro-realm ahead of time, I'd have been the one going in to pull the plug from his chest!"

"I'd be dead for sure, Stark!!!"

"That poor guy seems tougher than me—why don't you go check out Stark Tower? The glass on the first floor is all shattered!"

Future Su Su Tuoni Stark clicked his tongue.

"According to slow-motion capture, that looked like Wing Chun. Maybe I should learn some martial arts?"

He had clearly seen what that Su Su Tuoni had done—no one knew better than him what had happened on this timeline.

"I've calculated it many times," Banner in his Smart Hulk form tapped the back of his head.

"We only performed pure time travel; we didn't interfere with anything upon returning. Logically, this timeline should be identical to the original."

"All these changes and differences confirm the existence of the Multiverse—we've apparently traveled to the Parallel World of 2012."

"And the critical divergence point from the original timeline is you, Su Su Tuoni."

Future Su Su Tuoni Stark opened his mouth to speak, but Scott pulled out a device and pressed it twice.

"Mr. Stark, I originally suspected you might be holding back and faking your strength among the Avengers."

Scott looked at the man with unmistakable fear. "But now I think you'd better not resemble this Su Su Tuoni Stark in any way."

He pressed play. It was footage he'd secretly recorded five days earlier, after the New York battle ended, when the group had agreed he'd sneak ants into Stark Tower to lie in wait.

Tracking a human-sized Su Su Tuoni Stark was difficult; to avoid detection, he hadn't managed continuous 24-hour surveillance.

He'd intended to steal the Infinity Stones, but the man seemed to possess far more advanced technology—over these five days, Scott found no effective method.

Bikinis, swimsuits, changing rooms, Su Su Tuoni Stark sleeping in the same bed as Ge Xiaolun—all irrelevant details scrolled past rapidly until the final scene moments ago.

"Wait! What was that just now?!" Future Su Su Tuoni shouted. "Rewind—!"

I already snapped my fingers. Su Su Tuoni Stark, sitting in an ergonomic chair, crossed his legs and sipped coffee: Erasing an entire universe feels far more satisfying than wiping out half the population—seriously, I can't stop laughing.

The video continued playing, but the warehouse had fallen utterly silent.

Coffee spilled from Captain America's hands onto his body, dripping onto the floor.

"Ah—ah-choo!"

Ge Xiaolun rubbed his nose, wondering who was thinking of him so intensely.

"Are we going to be superheroes from now on?"

"You could also consider becoming a villain—a super villain."

Su Lin raised his phone and asked Stark in front of the elevator: "Can you have a suit like this custom-made for me?"

"Mr.," Su Su Tuoni Stark said helplessly, "this is Marvel—there are no reporters in spandex with red underwear on the outside."

by, LeWen lwshuku