It was said that alcohol could stimulate human emotions best, let them open their hearts, show their true side, and draw each other's feelings closer.

  In one of Kamar Taj's rooms, three people and Rocket Raccoon sat around the table.

  There was a steaming hot pot in the middle, and there were various dips, sliced beef, mutton, seafood, and vegetables on the smaller plates.

  "It's so fragrant!"

  Thor drank a mouthful of Red Star liquor, swallowed a few slices of beef, mixed with the taste of sesame sauce and sweet and spicy sauce, and stuffed it into his mouth.

  This Asgardian hadn't seen everything in the world when it came to food.

  Only fried chicken and beer, a family-sized bucket every day.

  Such consistent flavors would satisfy Thor and keep him hooked.

  Once in a while, he would order pizza, which could be used to reward himself for playing the game and greeting his teammates every day.

  It could be seen that Thor had low requirements for food.

  The Chinese-style hot pot was a new experience for him.

  Especially Red Star liquor. With Asgard's thousand-year-old brewing technique, this was simply fascinating.

  "Only a madman would like this stuff."

  Rocket Raccoon had a fondness for shrimp sticks and sashimi. He jumped from Thor's shoulder to Wong's head and symbolically licked the cup of high-grade white wine with a look of disgust on its face.

  Obviously, the liquor was not to his taste.

  "Little rabbit, what do you know! This is what men should drink! Wong! Let's drink!"

  Thor, who got drunk, grabbed Wong, who was accompanying him, and the two of them clinked glasses.

  The latter made a reluctant face. He wasn't as tough as an Asgardian, who could drink white wine as if it was water.

  Especially high-purity liquor with added materials, just taking a sip could make people feel intoxicated.

  "So, Strange is still on Titan?"

  Wong scratched his head. Compared with these uninvited guests, he was more concerned about Doctor Strange's situation.

  "He'll be back soon with the transmission portal, so you don't have to worry at all."

  Luke replied.

  His hands keep moving, throwing a few slices of beef into the hot pot.

  Wong was really good at cooking, especially with the dipping sauce, which was the soul of the hot pot.

  "So, what's all this about?"

  In fact, Wong hadn't figured out what happened until now.

  He was erased by the first snap and turned into ash.

  It felt like a night's sleep. When he woke up, his thoughts and memories were still at the last second he was alive.

  He only knew that Dr. Banner informed them that Thanos was coming.

  Then, Strange was taken by the Black Order and boarded the doughnut-shaped spaceship.

  When he was ready to gather Kamar Taj and the three Scantum's powers to rescue the Sorcerer Supreme, his consciousness went into the darkness.

  It was like being knocked unconscious with a stick, and he didn't know what happened afterward.

  When he woke up again, Wong saw the two guys and a raccoon sitting in front of him.

  "Wong, add some good wine to the hot pot. Today is worth celebrating! We saved the world … No, we saved the universe!"

  This was the opening statement from the fresh face.

  Quite familiar, not treating him as an outsider at all.

  If he didn't know Thor and knew that he was from Asgard, Wong might have regarded them as invaders.

  "It's a long and complicated story."

  Luke took a sip of the Sichuan liquor. The spicy taste ran along the tip of his tongue.

  "When Strange comes back, let him tell you in detail."

  Forty minutes later, he had enough to eat.

  The job of cleaning up the mess was, of course, left to Wong.

  "By the way, remember to tell Strange to come to S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters building to look for me."

  Luke put down his chopsticks with satisfaction, dragged the drunk Thor with one hand and the round-bellied Rocket with the other, ready to leave.

  The former was hugging Rocket Raccoon, talking about how much he missed his parents, with snot and tears.

  The snot and tears were smeared on the raccoon's fur, making the latter frantic.

  As for Wong, he felt very dizzy when he walked.

  Not to mention cleaning up the mess and tidying up the desk; even walking out the door was hard.

  Luke shook his head when he saw how poorly the group was at drinking.

  He meant to wait for Doctor Strange to come back and discuss the trans-cosmic transmission in detail with each other.

  The research and construction of the space-time machine were definitely left to Iron Man and Dr. Banner.

  Doctor Strange was mainly responsible for adding details.

  Luke didn't want it to go wrong and wander into another universe.

  If it was a normal universe, it might be acceptable.

  If transmitted to the zombie universe, facing the world's superhero zombies, just thinking about it already gave his scalp a tingling sensation.

  In particular, in the Marvel gender-reverse universe, the Avengers, the villains were all feminized.

  If he went there, facing the tech-nerd Iron Man, the big-sister Captain America, the strong and fit female Hulk, the electrifying and passionate female Thor…


  Hiss!

  The menstrual synchrony would be terrifying!

  Therefore, it was important to be prudent in facing inter-universe transmission.

  …


  …


  A week later, S.H.I.E.L.D's base.

  A little order had been restored to a free America, where chaos and sin were rampant.

  At least, vicious incidents like beating, smashing, looting, and stealing were decreasing, and everyone was beginning to return to the original trajectory in life.

  The superheroes finally took time out of their restoring public order's busy schedule and began to solve Luke's problems.

  "This is the universe model I built. According to the coordinate data you provided to me, as well as the details added by Strange… To be honest, I don't quite understand the magic, dimensionality, and boundary," he said, "That's kind of beyond me!"

  Tony bit the pen in his mouth and said vaguely.

  "Now me and Banner and that old man Hank Pym —— yes, he volunteered to help. Probably in your honor, Superman, the greatest hero in the universe."

  Iron Man habitually kept talking and talking. The topic strayed from the main point.

  Next to him, Dr. Banner stretched out his finger and swiped a few times on the tablet to call up the model of the universe.

  He took Iron Man's words and went on to say, "The biggest problem we face is how to establish a stable and clear coordinate system. And then set the universe as an anchor point, to avoid irreparable consequences, such as letting you get lost in the turbulence of time and space."

  "Secondly, we don't know the exact coordinates of your universe, which has stalled research on the transmission mechanism."

  "It's like a route, with only the starting point, not the endpoint."

  Luke hugged his chest, gazed at the projected model of the universe, frowned, and asked, "Is there any suitable solution?

  These were the scientific geniuses of the Marvel world, and they could always solve all kinds of problems.

  From the destruction of the multiverse to the development of robots for home use.

  In the outside world, it was a difficult topic that may not come to fruition in a lifetime of research.

  To Iron Man, Dr. Banner, and Hank Pym.

  It was a small matter of making a formula, calculating data, and then slapping their heads for inspiration.

  "I thought you would be more surprised, like showing some disappointment or a sad expression."

  Iron Man, who was about to retire, pouted, "After my discussion with Banner, I worked out a … not very reliable plan."

  "Friday has simulated and tested it repeatedly. We found a transmission route with higher accuracy from over 20 vague answers, with a relatively high probability of being correct, which is about 60%."

  Luke picked his eyebrows.

  Considering whether to accept it or not.

  According to Murphy's law, anything that could go wrong, will go wrong. No matter how small the possibility was.

  In other words, if he was unlucky, he could, unfortunately, be drawn into a gender-reversed-universe where all the members were feminized or a wasteland universe to survive alone at the end of days.

  No matter how hesitant he was, he would always be doomed to head towards that doomed path.

  "I'm not finished yet, Uncle Cavill."

  Iron Man gradually accepted Superman as his godfather and uncle from a different universe. A while ago, he also brought Pepper to meet him as a family gathering.

  After all, his father left early, and the only one he trusted, Obadiah Stane, betrayed him.

  Superman— was probably the only elder. Although Luke looked quite young, according to him, he was also a 100-year-old-man, just like Captain America.

  "Go on…"

  Luke nodded.

  Iron Man cleared his throat and said, "In order to improve the accuracy and reduce the risk, Strange proposed the idea of setting up a transit area."

  "That is to say, you can get off the train at other places in the middle of the inter-universe transmission and collect data on the coordinates of the current universe to determine your location better."

  "If there is an accident, the probability of a successful return is relatively higher."

  'A transit station?'

  Luke was puzzled.