Shattered Streets and a Belated Lunch

"For you."

A chubby hand handed me a paper bag.

Jiang Li turned his head and saw Wang handing over the tuna lava sandwich that originally belonged to him with a pained expression.

Jiang Li took it without hesitation, tore open the packaging, took a big bite, and sighed with satisfaction, "Hmm... it tastes good, but there's a little too much mayonnaise. Remember to ask them to put less next time."

"That's my lunch..." Wang muttered to himself, then silently drew a circle, conjuring up a bottle of mineral water and handing it to the dust-covered Doctor Strange.

At this moment, the superheroes are gathered in the center of the ruins.

Tony Stark removed his nanotech helmet, revealing a slightly tired but still stubborn face. He looked at the spot where Thanos had disappeared, his gaze complex.

"We let him get away," Tony's voice was low. "That was the perfect opportunity. He was injured, and his glove was torn... If we had gone in just now..."

Jiang Li swallowed the sandwich in his mouth, ruthlessly interrupting Tony's fantasy, "That's the Space Stone, Tony. If he wants to run, or wants to throw you into a star, he only needs to snap his the Snap. Until he's absolutely certain he can seal off space, chasing him is suicide."

Tony fell silent. He knew Jiang Li was right, but he just couldn't swallow his anger.

"So what do we do now?" Steve Rogers sheathed his shield and stepped between the two. "He said he'd come back. And next time, he'll bring an army."

"Then let him do it."

Jiang Li wiped the sauce from the corner of his mouth, his gaze sweeping over everyone present— Captain America, Iron Man, Thor (though not there), Hulk (also not there), Black Widow (at the base), Hawkeye, Ant-Man, Spider-Man, Doctor Strange, Scarlet Witch...

"First, we need to coordinate our resources." Jiang Li pointed to the Eye of Agamotto on Doctor Strange's chest. "The Time Stone is here. The Mind Stone is on Vision's head. As long as these two stones aren't lost, that purple potato devil won't be able to the Snap."

"Where is Vision?" Tony asked immediately. "I don't trust leaving him anywhere on Earth."

"Don't worry, he's safer than you think."

Wanda stepped forward, Jiang Li arranged for him to stay at the Plumbers's Moon Base. There, he found the most advanced defense system in the entire universe, and Hank Pym and Shuri (Wakanda) were helping him Upgrade the system, attempting to separate the gem from his consciousness.

"Moon Base?" Doctor Strange raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like a villain's lair."

"It's the 'Interstellar Peacekeeping Organization Headquarters,' thank you."

Jiang Li rolled his eyes, raised the Omnitrix on his wrist, and said, "Since everyone's here, let's seize the opportunity. Earth is no longer safe; that madman could warp in with his fleet and overwhelm us at any moment. I suggest we move the command center to the moon."

"Go to the moon?" Spider-Man Peter jumped up excitedly. "Are we going to space? Like in Star Wars? Can I wear a spacesuit?"

"You have the Iron Man Armor, you don't need a spacesuit, you pajamas baby." Tony patted Spider-Man on the shoulder, then looked at Jiang Li with a hint of provocation in his eyes, "Perfect, I also want to see what your so-called '10,000-years ahead of the Mark Armor II' technology is all about."

"Then hold on tight to the handrail."

Jiang Li pressed the teleportation button.

"Gwen, pick us up. And tell Hank Pym we need to have a tactical meeting; have him make some coffee."

"Received. Locking coordinates... Teleportation initiated."

Buzz--!!

A massive blue beam of light descended from the sky, instantly enveloping everyone. The next second, the ruins of New York were empty, leaving only a few dumbfounded police officers and passersby who hadn't yet recovered from their shock.

Meanwhile, beyond deep space

This is the edge of the Milky Way, filled with jagged rocks and the asteroid belt.

A wildly designed spaceship, painted in vibrant colors— the Milano —is like a colorful parrot that has flown out of a garbage dump, navigating through a gravel belt.

Inside the spaceship, accompanied by the energetic 80s rock music "Rubberband Man," a group of quirky individuals are swaying to the rhythm.

"Sing! Drax! Don't be a block of wood!" Star-Lord -Lord Peter Quill wiggled his body as he piloted the spaceship.

"I'm not wood, I'm the Destroyer." Drax, shirtless, ate his snacks with a serious expression.

"I am Groot." The little tree spirit, engrossed in his game, didn't even look up.

"This song is awful, Quill." Rocket Raccoon put his feet up on the control panel, looking disgusted. "Where are we supposed to go? That distress signal has been going on for half an hour."

"That's the signal from the Asgard refugee ship." Gamora looked at the radar, her expression grave.

Just then...

"Bang!!"

A loud bang.

A huge object slammed into the windshield of the Milano, startling Star-Lord so much that he nearly capsized the ship.

"Whoa! What the hell is that? Space junk?" Star-Lord yelled.

Everyone looked closely.

On the windshield was a large, charred man with only one eye. He looked like a large fly swatted on the windshield, a pitiful sight.

"He's still alive!" Mantis pointed to the man's slightly twitching eyelids.

"Bring him in!" Gamora ordered immediately.

A few minutes later, on the spaceship's medical table.

Thor, who had been unconscious, slowly opened his single eye. He sat up abruptly, his muscles tensing, and lightning crackling at his fingertips, startling the Guardians of the Galaxy who all raised their weapons.

Thor, panting heavily, looked around at the group of strangely shaped aliens (a raccoon, a tree, a green-skinned woman, a blue-skinned strongman...).

"You..."

Thor's voice was hoarse and authoritative, despite his current disheveled appearance, like that of a vagrant.

Which circus are you from?

The far side of the moon, the Plumbers' Base.

When Tony, Captain America, and the others emerged from the teleportation beam, even the most seasoned superheroes were stunned by the sight before them.

This is a massive, futuristic steel fortress. A huge transparent dome covers the base, from which one can see the deep universe and the blue Earth.

Countless automated drones patrolled the air, while Plumbers agents (mostly Skrulls refugees or Nova Corps veterans) in red and white uniforms busily operated various incomprehensible instruments.

In the very center of the base stands a colossal statue—a depiction of Jiang Li in his Way Big form.

"This is your 'little base'?" Tony took off his sunglasses, looked at the huge statue, and his lips twitched. "You actually erected a statue of yourself? Your narcissism is almost on par with mine."

"That's to boost morale." Jiang Li shrugged and led the group toward the command center. "Besides, this statue can also be used as a backup power source and a railgun turret."

As soon as I entered the command hall, a white figure flew over, swaying on Silk.

"Jiang Li!"

The Ghost-Spider Gwen performed an elegant somersault in mid-air, landing steadily in front of Jiang Li. She removed her mask, revealing her exquisite face, and gave Jiang Li a big hug.

"That scared me to death! That energy reading was off the charts! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Gwen. Everyone's watching."

Gwen released Jiang Li, her cheeks slightly flushed, but she quickly regained her professional commander's aura. She looked at the Avengers and nodded with a smile, "Welcome to the Plumbers, heroes. I am Gwen Stacy, the commander here."

"Alright, that concludes the tour."

Jiang Li clapped his hands, gesturing for everyone to look at the holographic projection platform in the center.

"Now, let's talk about how to deal with that purple sweet potato spirit."

As Jiang Li manipulated the system, images of the Six Infinity Stones appeared on the holographic projection, along with Thanos's Abomination face.

"He has two gems. As far as I know, his next target is..."

Jiang Li pointed his finger to a coordinate on the star map.

"Knowhere. The Reality Stone in the Collector's Hands."

"Should we intercept them?" Captain America asked.

"No."

Jiang Li shook his head, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"That's too far, and the Collector is a sly one. We need to prepare a bigger trap for him on Earth."

A trap from which he could never return.