Chapter 380: Three Detectives (1)


    Before Star, the two small ck dots in the field of view kept getting bigger. Pris, with her green hair, held her chin in thought as she watched the spaceship, now crumpled into a ball, while Mao put down his hand. She also reached out her hand and aimed it at the other remaining spaceship on the right side of the wing.


    There was no wind in space, but Pris''s long hair began to float and dance in the air like a rustling g. Her movements were identical to Mao''s as she extended her hand and gently clutched it.


    However, the remaining spaceship did not cleanly disintegrate, and only the front deck changed shape. Pris breathed out a sigh and shook her head.


    She turned to Mao, who nced at her and said, "Watch closely, onest time."


    After speaking, he seemed a little impatient. He raised his hand and without any extra movement, in an instant, there was no explosion, no sound, and the countless parts of the spacecraft were precisely disassembled and floated into space. Pris whispered, "...deconstruction?"


    She thought for a few seconds, then reached out her hand again and disassembled the spaceship on the left side of the wing. However, when she was deconstructing the cockpit, she seemed to encounter some problems and furrowed her brow deeply.


    Neither the father nor the daughter paid any attention to the light gathered at the main gun port. At the moment the gun fired, the zing energy it shot out was instantly stuffed back into the gun barrel, and the entire barrel exploded with a "boom," causing half of the ship to turn to ashes.


    All the weapons firing at them seemed to have mutinied. All the energy and projectiles intended to be fired rushed back along the barrel, exploding in their own chambers.


    This kind of chamber explosion was extremely deadly. The outer shields of the spacecraft were not enough to withstand the impact of their own weapon explosions, and about a dozen warships were damaged in the first round of firing.Themander didn''t even realize what had happened. The red rms were shing all over the control panel, and the rm sounds were strung together so urgently that it was impossible to tell who was reporting damage.


    For this fleet, being used as a teaching tool by Mao was their good fortune. Pris''s weak foundation was even considered lucky for them. Otherwise, by now, the entire fleet would have be Mao''s ything.


    Mao did not have a whim to teach Pris. He also realized that the Brotherhood of Mutants was not strong enough to step onto the interster stage. At this level, in space, except for him, everyone else was more like a burden.


    Xavier''s School selected several mutants who live symbiotically with symbiotes to go to the Andromeda Gxy, and the results were very good. Although the mutants were young, the symbiotes assisted them, and they could do a lot.


    In contrast, the Brotherhood of Mutants was really not worth mentioning. Except for Mystique, who could handle some diplomatic work, most people were ineffective in any field. Both publicly and privately, Pris was the most worth cultivating.


    On Hive''s main, Hive certainly felt the arrival of the fleet. He thought it was time to conspire inside and outside. As the recognized lord of the capital, he encountered aggression, and the fleet should have helped. But after waiting for a long time, the fleet in space did not attack the surface, and Hive couldn''t help but feel a little doubtful. Why weren''t they attacking the surface?


    At this time, the fleetmander and Hive had the same mood. ording to reason, the lord of this should have seen the arrival of the fleet, so why didn''t he cooperate with the fleet''s attack?


    Now the mood of both sides is, where is the space fleet? Help us! Where is the lord? Help us!


    After a few tens of seconds, themander finally reacted from shock and began to contact the''s lord on the ground. After receiving themunication, Hive was simply furious.


    I was counting on you to save me! Now you''re asking me to save you! Don''t you see what kind of monsters are on the surface of this now!


    The heavy rain covering this had not stopped, and everyone fighting in the rain did not distinguish between friend and foe. Fire, explosions, and roars were all constantly venting their emotions, regardless of who the opponent was.


    In terms of destruction, humans have an innate talent. They are not afraid to throw bombs at each other on the where they live. Before they have the ability to colonize the stars, they turn their mother into an ammunition-filled arsenal without considering any retreat after the end of the world.


    And if this is not Earth, humans do not need to be responsible for the environment here nor do they need toworry about the long-term consequences of their actions. So, the destruction on this was even more intense.


    Hive''smunication to the fleetmander was short and to the point: "I can''t help you. Deal with it yourself."


    The fleetmander was also very angry, but he still had a job to do. He ordered the fleet to attack the''s defense system, and after a fierce battle, they finally broke through the defense line andnded on the surface.


    The Brotherhood of Mutants had already retreated to a safe distance, and they watched the battle from afar. Mao and Pris were standing side by side, watching the battle with cold eyes.


    After a while, Pris said, "Father, do you think we should help?"


    Mao shook his head and said, "There is no need. Let them handle it themselves. We are not here to fight their battles for them."


    Pris nodded and said, "I understand."


    Mao looked at her and said, "One day, you will have to make a choice. Whether to join the Brotherhood of Mutants or not. This is not a decision to be taken lightly."


    Pris looked at him and said, "I know, father. I will make the right choice when the timees."


    Mao nodded and said, "I believe you will."


    The battle on the continued, and the Brotherhood of Mutants watched from afar, waiting for the oue. They knew that whatever the oue, it would have a significant impact on the interster political situation.


    As the battle raged on, the three detectives, known as the "Three Stars," arrived on the. They were a legendary trio of detectives who had solved many high-profile cases in the gxy.


    Their arrival signaled that this battle was not just a simple conflict between two factions, but something much more significant. The Three Stars had a reputation for being able to see through the mostplex schemes and uncover the truth behind any mystery.


    As they arrived on the, they immediately began their investigation. They were determined to uncover the truth behind this conflict and bring those responsible to justice.


    The arrival of the Three Stars added anotheryer ofplexity to the already chaotic situation on the. The Brotherhood of Mutants watched from afar, wondering what would happen next. They knew that they had to be careful and stay out of the way, as the Three Stars were not to be underestimated.


    The battle on the continued, and the fate of the hung in the bnce. The Brotherhood of Mutants watched from afar, waiting to see what would happen next.


    If you zoom out and take a look after a period of chaotic fighting, the entire Hive has turned from a potato-shaped object into a piece of cheese, and it''s almost impossible to tell who caused more destruction.


    If you have to assess the damage, therge craters are all Iron Man''s handiwork, disappearing buildings with no changes to the terrain are usually caused by Venom Bat''s consumption, and therge ruins of buildings are the work of Lizard. The more severely damaged buildings are the result of the Hulk''s punches and kicks.


    As for the others, they mainly pull the hatred of these humanoid turrets and run through the streets. For example, wherever Steve goes, he will leave behind the big craters that Iron Man bombed. Wherever Iron Man goes, there will always be the magic radiance left by Strange.


    In the midst of this endless destruction, all the huge tentacles near Hive have been ground into minced meat, leaving only a lonely entity standing there.


    When he looked up at the sky, all he saw were a series of exploding sparks, and the debris of the spaceship fell like a rain of fire. Upon contact with raindrops close to the ground, thick smoke rose and smashed into the ground, leaving behind a charred crater. Except for that, not even aplete corpse could be found.


    Hive waspletely desperate, enveloped in an indescribable despair and a dark atmosphere. He didn''t understand what had happened to this.


    Just as he was about to expend hisst strength and struggle, he saw a beautiful arc of light at the end of the skyline. It was a brilliant radiance that he had never seen before, more beautiful than the countless sunrises and sunsets that had appeared on this.


    The star bloomed like a bud, gradually turning from a vibrant orange to a bright and terrifying red, almost engulfing everything in the entire star system.


    Schiller sat in the cabin of the radiant spacecraft, watching the scenery outside the window. This was a ce far from the Hive, but he could still see the magnificent space fireworks.


    The changing light was like a constantly shing neon light, coating the dim cockpit with warm light. Schiller slowly closed his eyes and sank his consciousness, then appeared in his mental hall of thought.


    It was a small screening room, and a figure in a ck windbreaker was already waiting there. Schiller in a white coat walked over and sat on the sofa next to him. The projection screen was ying the rapidly evolving image of the sun.


    "How does it feel to skip work?" the Schiller in the ck windbreaker asked.


    "I''m on a reasonable vacation, just like you," Schiller in the white coat pushed his sses and said.


    "By the way, where''s that lunatic? Where did ''Super Ego'' put him?"


    "He should be on the 100th floor now. I don''t know which floor specifically, but he seems to be having a good time. After all, he doesn''t have topete with Jack for Bruce, and he''s half a Batman himself."


    "To be honest, it''s a bit risky to let him go." Schiller in the white coat shook his head and said, "When you gave me this suggestion, I thought you were crazy."


    "I almost went crazy myself. I worked hard to get the new umbre, and it broke in your hands after only a few days," Schiller in the ck coat snorted coldly and said, "Of course, I have to show them something impressive."


    "Your style of doing things ispletely different from Marvel''s. This kind of strategy of circling around and hitting multiple targets with one arrow is more suitable for your world," Schiller in the white coat shook his head.


    He looked at the projection screen in front of him, and the image on the screen began to rewind at an extremely fast speed.


    The expanding sun began to shrink, the craters on the Hive gradually filled up, and the spaceship rapidly retreated back into the sr system. Earth rotated from east to west, from day to night, and returned to the night when the hospital incident urred.


    At the moment Schiller saw his umbre shed, the entire scene seemed to freeze, and tiny dust particles were clearly visible. Looking in through the window, the ss shards lifted by Iron Man''s entry through the broken window floated in mid-air, reflecting a brilliant light.


    In the split second when Schiller was stunned, from his eyes, through the 300-plus floors of the tower, the DC Schiller in the ck windbreaker was also stunned.


    He had just returned from vacation and received a thunderbolt-like bad news that almost burned his bedroom with endless anger. Feeling this vigorous anger, the Marvel Schiller in the white coat had to quickly withdraw his consciousness and return to the hall of thought to intercept the DC Schiller.


    But obviously, the people of Gotham held grudges. So the Schillers in ck and white came up with a n, a dark n full of Gotham style.


    First, the two Schillers went to the 200-plus floors, and the Schiller with green hair was thrown into the elevator, all the way up to the conscious level.


    After Joker Schiller took over the body, he followed Jacqueline to the Hive main, and after the sessful infiltration n, he revealed his true face. His first stop on the Hive main was the weather control tower.


    He directly mixed the "wine," that is, the Dionysian factor, into the rainwater of the Hive, and turned all of the''s scarce water resources into rainwater, causing a global rainfall.


    However, the purpose of this rain was not to pollute those bugs, but actually to target Marvel''s superheroes.


    Compared to the crazies in Gotham, the superheroes in Marvel, even the antiheroes who are good and evil, all look so amiable.


    But sometimes, being too just, adhering too much to certain rules, and having too high moral requirements on oneself can lead to great emotional pressure in one''s heart. If this pressure is not released, it can bring various psychological problems.


    Some people often ask, should good people be pointed at with a gun? But in addition to being pointed at by other people''s guns, sometimes good people will also point the gun at themselves. Their high moral standards will make them feel guilty, and this, like other extreme emotions, can harm their emotional health.


    Superheroes are not made from a mold. They each have their own personality, and when they form a team, friction is inevitable. Coupled with new and old grudges, unsessful actions, ns that fail to meet expectations, and impatience, it is easy to escte into internal warfare.


    From a tree that has been eaten by bugs, picking a fruit that has already over-ripened and rotted, and taking it to a poorly ventted wine cer, putting it in a leaky barrel, fermenting it in the wrong season with the wrong method, and finally brewing a bitter wine called Civil War, which is drunk by human civilization.


    When they first started speaking ill of each other, the seed of that tree had already been nted, and the bitter wine brewed in the end was like a poison that corroded the small boat in the starry sky from the inside out.


    In this war, there were no winners after the guns went off.


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