He is in Marvel and now he has become a god

"Uh..."

Evan hurriedly seemed to be unable to get out of this messy state.

Do you hear what this guy says is human?

Star Troopers? What the hell is that?

Planet C-53?

What place name is this?

"Planet C53? Is that the name of a bar?" Evan shrugged, looked at the video tapes scattered around, and guessed, "I guess this is a video store or something like that. Look, it's all video tapes. ..”

"..."

Firth was speechless. Is this what I asked?

"Well, you people here haven't been able to step off the planet yet?"

After thinking for a while, Firth also figured out that only the kind of elementary civilization that has not yet broken out of the planet might not know the number of its own planet.

Looking at it from another perspective, the name of the planet is still a number, which also means that the local civilization has not yet broken out of the planet.

Otherwise, the planet number will be replaced by self-naming.

Evan is even more confused, stepping out of the planet? Who is this guy?

Before he could think of what to say, Firth had already stood up straight again. Her eyes flickered casually, and her face suddenly turned serious: "Who?!"

The next second, a car passed by on the street outside the window. The headlights flashed away, but Firth suddenly punched out with his right hand and shot out an energy bomb quickly.

whoosh-

boom!

The human-shaped display sign by the window had its head chopped off.

"Uh..."

Evan was really shocked. Even though he had received several years of mage education, he still felt a little ruined when faced with this scene.

"Sorry, did I scare you?"

Firth turned his head, shrugged after seeing Evan's expression, and raised his eyebrows, showing an apologetic expression.

"It's... okay..."

Evan muttered, feeling the emptiness of mana in his body, and couldn't help but lower his head to check on the little fat man instead of looking at Firth.

This is definitely not cowardice!

This is just a strategy.

Ok.

Definitely just strategy.

"Okay, then you guys stay here, I still have things to do."

Firth curled his lips, said nothing, turned decisively and walked outside.

When the shelves separated the sight of both parties, Firth's expression became more formal, and he called softly in a serious tone: "Firth calls the Star Troopers..."

"can you hear?"

"Hey?"

When he didn't get a response immediately, Firth raised his left hand in confusion, and tapped his right hand on the left arm of the armor a few times, trying to adjust the signal band.

"Can anyone hear me?"

"Hey?"

After a few attempts, Firth gave up the idea of ​​using the armor's internal communication device to contact the team and looked around. Suddenly, his eyes were attracted by a video tape box on the shelf next to him.

Space pioneer?

Firth frowned, feeling that the name and the picture above were somewhat familiar.

But with the qualities of a warrior, Firth did not spend too much mental energy on this video tape. As soon as his thoughts changed, he turned around again.

"Hey little guy, do you have a communicator on you?"

Looking at the two little guys, Firth forced a smile on his face again and asked, "Can you lend it to me?"

"Communicator?" Evan looked at Firth who had left and returned, still feeling that he couldn't understand the other person's brain circuit, "You're talking about a mobile phone, right?... At this time... uh, I mean, I don't..."

Evan, who almost spilled the beans, shook his head nervously, but he was even more curious about this strangely dressed woman - he could fire energy bombs with his bare hands and said some strange words. Could this guy also be a time traveler?

"Okay, do you know where there is communication equipment nearby?"

Firth nodded, without much thought. For a surface civilization like this that has not yet broken out of the planet, it is normal for a communicator to be less than one person - even many backward civilizations do not even have communicators. Know.

"Around here?" Evan scratched his head and said with some uncertainty, "How about you see if there are any phone booths on the roadside?"

"Okay, thanks."

Firth smiled slightly, thanked him, and left again.

Evan looked at her leaving back and couldn't help but cursed, but he didn't say it out loud.

He didn't pay attention to Firth. In this situation, it was obvious that the unconscious fat man deserved Evan's attention more than Firth.

"Little Fatty? Little Fatty?"

"king?"

Evan patted the little fat man and called softly, but the latter didn't respond at all.

Forcibly gathering the little bit of mana he had just recovered in his body, Evan released his senses and carefully checked the little fat man's condition.

Similar to Evan's own situation, the mana in the little fat man's body is also on the verge of running out, but what's even worse is that because he was injured before, now without the protection of mana, the evil aura of the invaders from another dimension began to spread in the little man. Fatty's body was running wild.

"Damn, that's bad news."

Looking at the video tapes scattered around, Evan could tell from the English on them that this was not near Kama Taj.

If he is near Kama Taj, Evan can also choose to go back and find a senior brother, or simply wait for himself to recover, open a secret door, and teleport back directly.

However, this is an English-speaking country, and it is obviously not near Kama Taj. Evan is not sure whether he can open the secret door so far away at once.

After trying to support the little fat man, Evan found that at most he could change his posture - such as from lying down to leaning on the shelf - but he did not have enough strength to carry the little fat man on his back.

In desperation, Evan wandered around the store and successfully found a small cart for transporting goods in the utility room.

After struggling to move the little fat man to the small tractor, Evan wiped the sweat from his forehead. Feeling the physical and mental exhaustion, he couldn't help but complain: "You little fat man, you really need to lose weight." ah!"

Pulling the trolley out of the "door", this door is actually a window. It is located behind the human-shaped display panel that was just knocked down by Firth. The huge floor-to-ceiling window has been completely shattered. Only some broken mosaics remain below but it still remains. A remnant that stood tall and strong.

He stretched out his feet and kicked the wreckage completely to pieces, smoothing the road for the small tractor. As soon as he went out, Evan saw a security patrol car parked on the roadside not far away. With his eyesight, even if it was dark, I can still clearly see the security guard in the car looking at him with a shocked expression...

"Uh... I won't cause any trouble, right?"

Unable to help but roll his eyes, Evan looked down at his and the little fat man's clothes, then looked back at the broken glass and the messy interior of the store. This scene felt a bit weird!

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