Who Are You

Wu Yanzu glanced at Thor, who looked furious, then at the trembling pair of legs on the ground.

"Sorry." He shrugged, looking innocent. "He yelled at me."

"You!!" Thor made a move to attack.

"Thor, stop!" Captain America intervened in time.

"Steve," Thor smoothly withdrew his hammer. "But he attacked my brother."

"Do you want to take a look outside, Thor, and see how many people your brother got killed?" Steve said coldly.

"Well... he's not my biological brother." Thor smiled awkwardly and stepped aside.

Then Steve looked at Wu Yanzu, his tone carrying gratitude. "Friend, we thank you for your help. But we must know, who on earth are you? Are you one of Nick Fury's people?"

Homelander turned around, his face wearing a charming and friendly smile. "Just a small favor, Captain Rogers."

"You know me?" Steve was momentarily stunned.

"Of course," Homelander walked toward him and extended a hand. "Steve Rogers, Captain America, World War II hero. Your deeds are inspiring."

Steve shook his hand; that hand was warm and strong, brimming with a sense of "justice."

"I am..." Homelander was just about to introduce himself.

Nick Fury's urgent voice sounded in everyone's earpieces: "Stark, did you hear that?"

"Those idiots! They launched a nuclear missile! It's flying right toward Manhattan!"

"How much time is left?!" Stark was panic-stricken.

"Three minutes at most, and the nuke it's carrying will raze downtown to the ground!"

"I can handle it!" Tony didn't hesitate to turn and fly out the window. "JARVIS, route all remaining power to the thrusters!"

"Tony, you're out of your mind!" Steve roared.

"No choice!" Stark used all his strength, grabbed the missile, and began flying desperately toward the portal in the sky.

"JARVIS, give Pepper..."

"What a touching sacrifice, Tony." Homelander's voice suddenly rang in Stark's ear.

Stark turned his head in terror, shockingly finding that this "Superman" was flying backward at an even faster speed, keeping pace right beside him!

"Tony Stark." Wu Yanzu's voice was gentle. "You're a hero, you shouldn't die like thi—"

"You...?"

"The people need you, Tony."

And I... Homelander gave Stark a tragic, heroic smile, as if facing martyrdom. "...was born to do this."

"You're crazy! You'll die!" Stark roared.

"Someone has to make the sacrifice, don't they?"

Tony, who was still "pushing" the missile, suddenly felt his body grow light.

"What the hell?" He looked down, and that nuclear bomb was gone?!

That red and blue figure was carrying the nuclear missile, charging toward the portal at a speed several times his own.

"...That Superman cosplayer?!" Stark was dumbfounded. "He stole my nuclear bomb?!"

"No!!!" Tony Stark stopped outside the wormhole, watching helplessly as he vanished.

On the ground.

Steve Rogers took off his helmet, gazed up at the sky, and his expression grew complex.

"...We owe him one."

Endless outer space.

The Chitauri mothership was right before his eyes.

"Alright, drop it, then go home."

Wu Yanzu was about to let go, but his "X-Ray Vision" instinctively swept across the entire mothership.

He saw the engines, he saw the control room, and he saw tens of thousands of Chitauri soldiers.

Then, he saw a special chamber.

In another area of the mothership, a massive energy shield imprisoned...

"What the fuck! Kids?"

Hundreds of unconscious human children were stacked like cargo inside a giant biological life-support pod.

"...They're not just invading, they're 'restocking'?"

Wu Yanzu's brain spun at high speed.

A "sacrificed" hero could certainly reap massive popularity.

However...

A hero who "sacrificed" himself, only to miraculously return and incidentally rescue a ship full of children kidnapped by aliens...

That would be... a God of Humanity!

Immediately, a facial expression even more "saintly" than all his previous smiles combined involuntarily bloomed on his face.

"This is practically a script sent by heaven!"

There wasn't much time left.

He adjusted his direction and let go of the missile he was gripping.

Then he threw himself straight through the outer shell of the mothership!

Alarms blared harshly inside the mothership.

He ignored all the soldiers attacking him, his Heat Vision sweeping wildly as he cleared a path.

He charged straight up to that massive container.

"Open up for me!"

He smashed a punch directly into the energy shield!

Hum—!

Dazzling electric arcs burst forth between his fist and the shield.

Not strong enough!

"Aaaaaahhhhh—!!!" The red light in Wu Yanzu's eyes blazed violently, Heat Vision and his fist simultaneously bombarding a single point!

Crack!

The energy shield shattered!

He grabbed the outer shell of the container with both hands, forcefully ripping the entire life-support pod right out of the mothership's floor.

"Hang on tight, little guys!"

Wu Yanzu pushed the colossal container, reversed his direction, and charged toward the breach he had punched through.

Behind him lay light that could destroy heaven and earth.

New York, beneath the portal.

"Has he been in there too long?..." Natasha's expression was somewhat bitter.

"...He's not coming back." Stark hovered in midair, saying in a low voice.

Captain America tilted his head up and clenched his fists.

At the very last moment before the portal was about to close—

"Look! What is that?!" An agent down below pointed at the sky.

A streak of fire burst out from the portal!

It was that Superman!

He was still pushing a massive object!

Homelander rushed out of the portal, and it closed behind him.

The Chitauri army, still in the middle of battle, completely lost power and plummeted one after another.

The war was over.

"He did it..." Stark muttered.

"You guys look... it seems like he's passed out!" Captain America spotted the anomaly.

Wu Yanzu was pushing that giant container, having lost power in midair, and began falling straight down.

"Quick, Tony!"

"I'm coming!" Stark was about to rush over.

Suddenly, the falling Wu Yanzu abruptly opened his eyes.

Acting, you gotta commit to the whole bit, he told himself inwardly.

He "woke up," "barely" stabilizing his posture in midair, slowly decelerating, and then hoisting that massive life-support pod to land with a visually striking "Superman-style" touchdown.

Boom—!!!

He landed in Central Station Square in New York.

All around him were civilians who had survived the disaster and countless rushing reporters.

Every camera, every gaze, instantly focused on them.

In full view of everyone.

To make it look more "arduous," Wu Yanzu slowly dropped to one knee, placing the massive container on the ground.

Then he stood up with a slightly "exhausted" effort.

A reporter asked with a trembling voice, "Who, who are you?"