MM Racing Chapter 233 Someone else has arrived.
Chapter 233 Someone else has arrived.
Zombie Universe.
The flame of human civilization has not only been successfully passed down, but has instead shown a trend of intensification and vigorous development.
However, the foundation for the reconstruction was not chosen from any of the original continents.
Perhaps to prevent survivors from being reminded of painful memories, or perhaps to completely eliminate discrimination and silent barriers stemming from region or nationality, the decision-makers adopted a simple, direct, and even brutal solution—
From the moment of the Cold Dew solar term, a brand new landmass rose from nothing in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
Clean, efficient, and absolutely authoritative.
With several top-tier beings, including cosmic deities, overseeing the area, natural disasters and man-made calamities are simply a pipe dream here.
Not to mention someone's astonishing governance methods.
The rapidly taken-over compulsory education system, and the highly effective administrative methods borrowed from a certain great president of the last century.
He was imposing and menacing, and all his personal gains were handed over to the authorities.
I'll make 95 out of 100; you know my methods.
Don't waste the remaining five dollars; transfer four dollars and eighty cents to me tonight.
Remember the remaining two cents; use five cents to help your child find a way out.
Don't touch the 15 cents, I still need it the day after tomorrow.
Remember the last penny. Use 5 cents to help the child find a way out.
I'll deposit 5 cents with you, and I'll pay you back with interest later.
If you're not happy, then sue me. The federal police will be here soon.
If that doesn't work, head out; there are two main roads, one to the north and one to the south.
It shines like a lamp on the street when it faces north, and like a big bar of soap when it faces south.
Doesn't that sound cool?
God knows who invented this capitalist thing; you can slap someone and they'll explode with bonus coins!
This series of moves left those businessmen who had some brains and quickly rose to the ranks of the wealthy with no choice but to accept their fate.
In this extraordinary world, capital doesn't have the final say.
Trying to outsmart Zemo? Trying to outmuscle Hanlu?
Are you sick?
Thanks to this system, people have no worries about food and drink, enjoy perfect medical care, and receive a full range of high welfare benefits, truly living the ideal life of three days off a week and eight hours a day.
With those living heroes right before their eyes, countless people consider it a lifelong honor to have been on the battlefield.
Especially those Thor warriors, each one boasting about their combat experiences, their animated expressions truly made everyone incredibly envious and jealous.
And now.
Hanlu's announcement resounded directly in everyone's consciousness.
They instantly understood—it was time to use them.
These guys, who were already obsessed with heroism to the core, were practically all itching to rush out and help.
but.
Under Zemo's iron-fisted suppression, these guys who were getting bored out of their minds had no choice but to suppress their restlessness once again.
Zemo told them that this time the strange beings from other universes had come, and that the more experienced heroes should handle them.
In addition...
"Another group of visitors from the multiverse?" Zemo rubbed his temples, his head aching. "Didn't Adam say he had stabilized the timeline? How can anyone still get here?"
Especially when the satellite system, which had already been reconnected, captured the three figures appearing in the heart of old New York City, he unexpectedly glanced at Scott Lang, who was humming a tune and busy in front of the oven.
What the hell.
"Hmm? What's wrong? Want to try a piece?"
This Ant-Man from the zombie universe was completely oblivious to the complexity in Zemo's eyes. Instead, he very kindly handed over a slice of pizza still covered in long strands of cheese, steaming hot and fragrant.
Zemo shook his head and politely declined. "No need, thank you."
"How so? You heard Hanlu's voice too, didn't you?"
Ant-Man, of course, also received the announcement in his mind. After all, his experience of going to the wasteland universe to save the world was the highlight of his life, and it was very dazzling.
Unfortunately, he doesn't know who to ask to urge him to update the next adventure, so he can only feel helpless and saddened. Meanwhile, he's developing small hobbies like baking. "Should I give it a try? I feel like I've recovered remarkably well, and I'm even better than before!"
"Spider-Man is already on his way." Zemo calmly waved his hand, interrupting his self-recommendation. "I told you last time, forgot?"
That's Spider-Man! I didn't expect that kid to be so proactive this time.
He had just sent over the photos of those unexpected visitors when they insisted that he go.
But just to be on the safe side, Zemo still had the more experienced "Venom" Spider-Man (referring to Spider-Man possessed by the Venom symbiote) accompany him to keep watch.
new York.
Or rather, old New York.
Unaware that they had become pawns, the three figures stood in the center of a desolate, dust-covered city.
They looked around in disbelief; the scene here bore no resemblance whatsoever to the bustling city they remembered.
But this is indeed New York—didn't you see the Empire State Building with its shattered glass all over the place? It's too obvious.
Tony Stark (Iron Man) turned around somewhat agitatedly, checking his surroundings repeatedly, his eyes seemingly silently seeking confirmation from Captain America and Ant-Man: I'm not mistaken.
"I'm absolutely sure," Tony's voice came through the visor, sounding somewhat muffled. "I checked the coordinates repeatedly before we set off, and the settings were correct. It's just that now..."
He raised his wrist and brought up the holographic projection on his watch. The moment his gaze swept over the time display, his voice stopped abruptly, and he froze instantly.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Where am I?
"Tony? What's wrong?" Captain America keenly noticed his unusual behavior.
"Uh..." Tony swallowed hard, looked up, and his face, half-exposed beneath his visor, was filled with absurdity. "I think we've not only come to the wrong place, but also to the wrong time. It's 2024. A year later than we originally planned!!"
"What?!" Scott Lang (the Ant-Man who traveled from another time) widened his eyes in shock and exclaimed in horror, "How is this possible?! We clearly set a time! Besides, even if we got the time wrong..."
Where are they?! We only have one chance to travel through the Pym Particles! What do we do? What do we do? What do we do?
He was so anxious that he kept pacing around in place, clutching his hair with both hands.
Given his level of physics knowledge, the idea of building a time machine is already crazy enough.
When he was doing experiments with Banner, he was transformed into an infant, an old person, and even a child!
He originally thought that with Tony Stark, a world-renowned genius, they would be able to perfectly solve the time machine problem, but now...
Ruined.
They no longer have Pym particles.
"Calm down, Scott." Captain America—Steve Rogers' steady voice rang out, carrying a reassuring power.
He stepped forward and placed his large hand on Scott's shoulder, stopping him from spinning like a top.
Although there was seriousness in those deep blue eyes, there was no panic: "We can think of other ways."
But now, we first need to figure out what exactly is happening in this world.
After all, even that snap of the fingers only wiped out half of the people.
But how did this world become like this?
He scanned the desolate, lifeless streets, his tone carrying the instinctive vigilance of a soldier.
"Tony, can you scan for any heat sources or vital signs in this city?"
"We've been doing it for a while now, Captain."
Tony's response carried his usual sassy tone, but his hands never stopped moving.
Countless nanodrones had already detached from his armor, spreading out like a silent swarm of silver bees, beginning to redraw the map of the area. "Let me see, let me see what's going on in this ghost town... Uh. Nobody, nobody, nobody... Wait, what's that?"
As he spoke, he quickly reviewed the data transmitted back by the drone on Friday.
The city was utterly desolate, deserted except for sandstorms and ruins.
Just as he was about to switch perspectives, one of the drone cameras suddenly captured a black shadow flashing by at high speed.
Tony only had time to see a tentacle covered in slime and barbs stabbing violently toward the camera—
The screen went black.
"Good news, everyone." Tony took a deep breath, looked up, and his expression beneath his visor became serious and tense. "There's something alive."
"Bad news," he paused, his gaze sweeping over Steve and Scott, "those don't seem to be...human."
“Whatever it is,” Steve Rogers said in a deep voice, flicking his wrist to secure the iconic vibranium shield to his arm. His gaze was fixed firmly on the shadowy depths of the city. “We all have to go and see for ourselves. We can’t just wander around like headless chickens.”