In 2012, New York, Su Ming's Base.
The outside world was falling apart.
Deafening explosions rang out like an endless funeral bell, pounding against everyone's hearts.
On the base's surveillance screens,
future Tony's more advanced nanotech armor was shown charging back and forth through the Demon God Army,
the glow of its energy cannons briefly tearing through the darkness,
only to be swallowed by even more demonic shadows.
Alisha sat before the computer, her fingers flying across the keyboard,
but every time a massive explosion sounded, she could not help shrinking her neck,
her face pale.
At last, she could not hold back any longer and turned to look at the composed boss behind her—
Su Ming of 2012.
"Boss..."
Her voice trembled slightly.
"Outside... they can barely hold on anymore!
There are more and more of those monsters. Even Mr. Stark and the others from the future...
Aren't you really going to help them?"
Hearing this, Su Ming of 2012 gave an unreadable snort.
His gaze swept over the grotesque demon gods on the screen,
especially "Greed," who had effortlessly beaten back Hulk and left the future Avengers Squad completely unable to fight back.
A trace of barely perceptible wariness flashed deep in his eyes.
"Help?"
He sneered, his tone carrying complicated emotions,
a mixture of resentment, frustration, and clear-headed calculation.
"During the Battle of New York not long ago, I fought like hell and finally felt like I'd made a decent haul.
But after seeing the future me...
Thinking back on it, letting that Chitauri mothership blow up right in front of me
was practically throwing away a treasure!
The more I think about it, the more I lose out!"
He pointed at the surveillance feed, his tone turning cold.
"Look at those guys out there. Is a