Because this was a spaceship half-sold, half-gifted to Squirrel Girl, its quality was excellent. The engine room was also very quiet, with only the nearly imperceptible sound of Matter Annihilation as the Anti-Matter Engine ran.
The engine room's lighting was the classic red, very dim. There was no particular reason—it simply felt right that way. Su Ming had specifically asked Adjutant to choose the color.
Didn't warships and submarines during World War II all have red lights for alerts? This spaceship had deliberately retained that feature too, so that when people sat inside, they would know they were on a ship rather than an airplane.
Upon hearing Deathstroke say that, Kitty's eyes widened. It carefully examined Old Man Li again, as though looking at an alien creature it had never seen before.
It was so curious that its mouth hung open in a round little O.
"Stop flattering this old man. It won't work."
The old man's eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses. Though he said that, a smile appeared on his face as he patiently explained:
"This is a matter of principle. A story has to operate within a range people can understand. Otherwise, just as Deadpool said, it loses its audience and popularity, and then it kicks the bucket."
"If you were still in the Editorial Department, perhaps that would be true. But now, it isn't that I actively wanted to drag the story in that direction. Something from above has come looking for trouble with me."
Su Ming casually lifted Kitty's chin, telling it not to look so inexperienced, and explained his motives.
Yes, he had noticed it too. Stan Lee apparently did not know about Enigma, which was a little...
"You mean something from above has begun actively attacking the Marvel Universe?" The old man frowned. He