Over the next few days, Jiang Siming seemed to have vanished, never appearing before the eyes of any superhero.
He ran all over the corners of America, searching for materials to make his suit while waiting for Loki to appear.
There was a reason he hadn't gone looking for Loki right away.
After all, small instances weren't like large instances, which could be entered at any time. Once the time passed, there was no way to save the progress.
Jiang Siming wanted to make a suit, so he naturally needed materials.
Thus, he did nothing else for the next few days and focused on finding materials first.
Wherever there were materials, Jiang Siming robbed them without a second word, taking everything until nothing remained.
He didn't pay at all. If no one noticed, he stole everything; if someone did notice, he killed them and that was that.
Come on, why should he be polite in America? If something could be solved with force, he wouldn't bother talking, much less paying.
In total, Jiang Siming had robbed enough materials to fill more than a hundred storage bags—enough to make even a hundred thousand suits.
Fortunately, he had robbed quite a lot in the instance of the Xian Zong World, which was why he had so many storage bags. Otherwise, they might not have been enough to hold everything.
That day, while Jiang Siming was robbing new materials from a mine in San Francisco, he felt the ground tremble slightly.
Terrifying phenomena appeared in the sky toward New York.
A pillar of light shot straight into the clouds from the rooftop of Stark Tower. At the end of the clouds, a huge opening appeared.
Countless insect-like spacecraft surged out of the opening.
They poured out like ants from an anthill, then began