Since he had already stepped into the spotlight, there was naturally no need to keep hiding things in the Second Dimension. The enemy's plan was grander than Su Ming had imagined, and now he needed to speed up his response.
Adjutant directly teleported an enormous force of cannon-fodder Synthezoids to battle the mouth-covered plants, swapping Jessica and the others out in the process.
Perhaps the extraction had been too sudden. Star-Lord was still firing wildly when he arrived, nearly setting Squirrel Girl's tail on fire.
"Whoa! Fire! Fire!"
Doreen clutched her big tail and ducked behind Deathstroke, then resentfully tossed the peanut shell in her hand at Star-Lord.
"Calm down, Dancer." Su Ming raised a hand and used The Force to take his gun away, shoving it back into the thigh holster with an annoyed look. He then glanced around at everyone present and said, "All right, everyone's here. I have something to explain. This time, our enemies can be divided into three groups—"
"Wait, I have a question. Isn't this supposed to be a script?"
The dazed Star-Lord raised his hand. He wore an expression full of question marks and looked around at everyone else's reactions.
"You flew to the wrong place, but it wasn't your fault. Someone deliberately messed with you. We'll discuss that privately later."
Su Ming waved a hand, signaling for him not to interrupt, then showed everyone the head he was holding.
"You should all have seen it. I just took out a small-fry Eternal and got some intelligence from his brain. I'll share it with you now. Where you go from here will depend on your own choices."
The group exchanged glances, but no one objected for the moment. Coulson even smiled and said flatteringly, "Deathstroke, just tell us what to do. We'll do