"You don't have the ability to resist. Listen to what I have to say next, and then decide whether you want to live or die. The Empress sent you to Earth to build a Planet Cannon, but that thing is useless to both me and the Supreme Wisdom."
The so-called Kree Planet Cannon is an energy emission array constructed on the ground, using the Star Core as power, to manipulate the inherent energy of the planet for attack.
In the Marvel World, playing with cannons is a no-go; even transforming Earth into a 'Death Star' is ineffective against strong individuals capable of entering and exiting the atmosphere.
Watching snowflakes slowly fall on the Nightfall Sword and gradually blend with the silver spots, Su Ming remained very calm. Kree People, due to the high gravity environment of their mother star, have strength and speed about seven times that of humans upon coming to Earth.
But compared to the current Su Ming, it's negligible.
Mary clearly realized this as well, because she couldn't even see the speed of the opponent's sword, so she solemnly began reciting her set words:
"I am the daughter of Hala's glory, the Empire's fearless Elite Warrior..."
Su Ming waved his hand to interrupt her, because what follows would be like a captured US Army soldier, only reciting their military serial number:
"Alright, I know your father is Accuser Fu Zong, otherwise you, a white-skinned Kree, wouldn't be able to join the Personal Guard. The dispute between Pa'am and the Supreme Wisdom originated from differences in noble systems and evolution efficiency. But if you keep talking nonsense, believe me, Earth is unparalleled in torturing prisoners."
"..."
Mary was speechless. The opponent knew even this, though Hala and Earth are light-years apart, even jumping through hundreds of wormholes.
"For you, there is one good news and one bad news. Which do you want to hear first?"
Su Ming retracted the Great Sword and smoked, looking up.
The forests and lakes of Maine look beautiful in winter. Perhaps I should bring Gin here for a holiday; there are squirrels here too.
"..."
She remained silent, appearing to make a soundless resistance, but the Great Sword suddenly returned to her neck again, just as fast and unseen.
"I let you choose; do not squander the opportunity." Su Ming remained calm, observing the little animals peeping at them from afar on the trees, their furry appearance indeed amusing.
"Good news..." The alien woman shamefully yielded to the Treasure Sword, perhaps wanting to know more intelligence. She already began to believe the authenticity of the information, due to the other's thorough understanding of Hala's situation.
Su Ming nodded with satisfaction, flicking cigarette ash with the other hand: "The good news is, Pa'am has been captured alive by the Supreme Wisdom, and that electronic monster won't kill her. Your Empress is quite safe."
"What?" She displayed a shocked expression, barely able to stand. The lengthy interstellar journey left her uncertain of how long it actually took to arrive, naturally unaware of any events on Hala after her departure.
She didn't bring any communication devices; this was originally a secret mission. The Supreme Wisdom is the strongest super AI in the Cosmos; bringing communication equipment spells doom.
Not only does it reveal one's position, but one may become brain-dead, transformed into an idiot by the Supreme Wisdom while using the Kree communication equipment.
"Yes, the bad news is your plan has already failed before it started; the Empress won't be using your arrangements in her lifetime. Moreover, the Supreme Wisdom has erased all traces of your existence; your files have been completely removed, all traces of your existence wiped out, and all your relatives and friends, due to brainwashing programs, won't remember you, including your father and mother."
Su Ming, while telling her stories from comics, was thinking of which mountain to buy for a villa.
Mary crouched on the ground, covering her face: "I don't believe it!"
"With my strength, do I need to lie to a weak Kree like you? You self-destructed your flight vehicle, well played, but it still couldn't fool me." Su Ming, seeing her completely collapse, nodded with satisfaction and retracted the Great Sword.
She will believe, as long as she waits several years without Pa'am coming to reconcile with her, she will accept reality.
Even if the situation is different from what Su Ming described, he needs only to inform Odin in advance, and that old man, buried in debt itself, would never allow the Empress to approach Earth and seize an opportunity.
"Alright, I've said almost everything. Earth welcomes you to settle down; humans, after all, are a warm and friendly race. The papers I give you are the currency here, enough for a few days; next, find a job for survival. I will have identification sent to you."
Su Ming threw a few US Dollars to her, enough money to find lodging and food. She is strong, sure to quickly find work as a logger or builder in Maine.
"Is what you said true? The Empress was really captured?" She was still fixated on this issue, looking down at the few green paper clumps she held, despair etched on her face.
"You'll understand everything just living like a human on Earth for several years, but don't go planning another Star Wars operation—your Empress has poor judgment; almost all her plans are useless."
Su Ming slowly ascended, speaking in conclusion, as there wasn't much else necessary for an Elite Warrior:
"Oh, and don't overexert yourself; people on this continent are very sensitive to Superpower Users lately, and I'll hold onto your spaceship for now."
With this, Su Ming lifted the Cosmic Fighter like pulling up carrots from the pond, and soared into the sky.
Exchanging a Cosmic Fighter for 200 US dollars, it was indeed a fair trade; the Kree engine technology is quite decent, something to be brought back for reference with the Adjutant.
As for this Kree Warrior in exile, she can certainly live on Earth, given the strong assimilative power of human civilization, especially towards the Kree People.
Consider that in Kree's society, warriors awaken daily to battles, fight, eat, sleep, and repeat.
No entertainment, no personal life. An uncultured individual suddenly brought to the vibrant world of Earth, and soon she'd be more like an Earthling than Earthlings themselves.
Su Ming knew she would marry a male human named Danvers and have a daughter named Carol, years later.
Just another target for surveillance in the Spider Web.
.........
Secretly returning the Cosmic Fighter to his secret factory and handing it over to the Adjutant's sub-terminal, Su Ming still had to go to Asgard to find Odin. Though the old man initially pretended to be asleep, is such a trick effective against Deathstroke?
He broke into Odin's Sleep, that room filled with fireplaces, boarded the ship straight to Odin's side, and pulled the wolf hide blanket over himself, exposing Odin.
"Still pretending to sleep, huh? Fine, let's sleep together." At this, he shut his eyes, leaning his head against Odin's shoulder.
Odin was instantly disgusted, as his orientation was perfectly normal, now forced to be beside Deathstroke. How could he keep up the act?
He jumped from the ship-like bed as if electrocuted, relentlessly patting his shoulders, as though something dirty was on them.
Clutching Gungnir, an ordinary person behaving so disgustingly would have faced punishment first, but looking at Deathstroke completely occupying his spot under the wolf hide, Odin took deep breaths, suppressing his anger:
"Do not assume the tide will always rise."
This is an old Asgardian saying, meaning don't take liberties.
Su Ming jumped off the bed too, speaking truthfully, the disgusting strategy is truly a double-edged sword, it's not like he's a cousin; great Willpower was needed to achieve it: "Ugh...Okay, I'm here about serious matters, which outsiders can't hear, and concerns cosmic dynamics."
Odin's single eye squinted as he leaned against the long spear at the ship's edge: "Speak, where is it?"
"The Kree Empire erupted in chaos, Empress Apam plans to..." Su Ming blended his intelligence with guesses, telling Odin a series of truths and falsehoods, which left Odin pondering deeply.
"I understand." Odin griped the spear tightly then relaxed it again; he truly felt a headache, for troubles seem to multiply.
Su Ming, after a torrent of speech, slipped away; this free umbrella named Odin, easy to utilize, he could now enjoy a holiday.