A few minutes before Miles and Doom descended.
New York, the Baxter Building.
"Wailing—wailing—"
The Thing, Ben Grimm, who was preparing dinner, heard the siren sounds coming from outside, turned his head to look out the window, and said, "Time for action."
But no sooner had he turned than he was called back by Mr. Fantastic, Reed Richards, "No need, I called the police."
Then Reed moved his fingers, signaling everyone to come over.
He led the others toward the balcony like this, saying as he walked, "Over the past few months, I've been tracking a few criminal organizations..."
Ben the Thing looked at the police cars speeding past on various streets outside and couldn't help asking, "You call this a few?"
To this, Reed continued explaining nonchalantly, "There are a total of forty-seven super-criminals and related organizations, including the Puppet Master of the Bowery District, the Witcher of Gramercy Park, and Diablo of Washington Heights..."
"You've created a safe world for the baby." Ben instantly understood Reed's intention.
"Darling, you're so thoughtful." Pregnant Invisible Woman Susan looked at Reed, her eyes shining.
Yes, the reason the entire city began to grow noisy tonight was primarily because of Reed, and the reason Reed did this was because Susan was pregnant, and his son was about to be born.
Mr. Fantastic, the Invisible Woman, the Human Torch, the Thing... The four of them were a superhero team and also a family. Their external identities were completely public, and everyone in New York knew them, knowing they lived in the Baxter Building in the center of the city. The four of them were themselves some of the most famous people in the country and even the world.
If it were the past, Reed Richards would have long been used to such a