"If you feel that this dress is not suitable, you can go outside and have a look. Now may be the era of richest clothing in the history of the earth. You can find all kinds of clothes." Gu Yi said when he saw this.
Hearing this, Luo Wei suddenly felt that he might also need to buy some modern human clothes.
After all, this is the 20th century. Although the costumes in the fairy palace are exquisite, the style of painting is obviously too different on earth.
So he said: "Master Gu Yi, can you use the portal in the New York Sanctuary? Let's go there to pick out some clothes."
"You want to go too?"
Luo Wei smiled: "Old Asgardians should catch up with the trend of mankind."
Gu nodded, and then took them to the portal of the New York Sanctuary. Passing through here is the most prosperous city and busiest port in mankind, New York City.
The New York Sanctuary is located at 177a Brick Street, Greenwich Village, on the West Side of New York City.
Greenwich Village is one of the most famous cultural communities in the United States. It is home to many literary and artistic workers such as cartoonists and writers. Mark Twain and Hemingway once lived here.
On the surface, the Sanctuary is an unremarkable old apartment building, and few people know that it is two thousand years old and largely the origin of New York City.
Rowe, Staka, and Aletta all put on clothes that looked as normal as possible in New York, and they walked out of the New York Sanctuary.
It is now October 1962, but the scene on the street looks much like the modern people in Rowe's memory.
Beetles were driving on the road one after another, and there were trams running across the cables. The whistles were honking one after another. People wearing suits, jeans and other clothing were shuttling back and forth on the streets, creating a bustling scene.
They walked around New York City and found a gorgeous high-end clothing store.
"Welcome." The clerk said politely with a smile, "Kingsman comes from Saville, London. It is a century-old store. No one on this street knows clothes better than us. What do the three customers want to order?"
"This." Luo Wei pointed to a simple black suit in the window, "I need three sets of ready-to-wear."
"OK."
Luo Wei looked at Starka and Aletta behind him: "What about you?"
"I think these are good." The two of them were still choosing, talking to each other.
They did not use abbreviations when conversing, but Arcturus. Naturally, people on earth could not understand it. However, as New York is the largest city in the world, people from all countries are there, so people are obviously not surprised.
"The clothes you want." The clerk handed two packed suits to Luo Wei, and the other suit was already worn on Luo Wei.
Wearing a suit and looking at his current image in front of the mirror, Luo Wei felt as if he had returned to the world in his previous life.
"How much is the total?"
The clerk said: "With tax, the total is $5.14."
Luo Wei took out a stack of banknotes and handed them to the clerk. Before coming here, he had exchanged gold and the Supreme Sanctuary for one million US dollars in banknotes.
Although the mages in the sanctuary look like a group of villagers, they are actually much richer than most people on the earth. After all, they have accumulated over thousands of years.
Moreover, Luo Wei also knew that the Supreme Sanctuary, which seemed to have no interest in money, actually invested in many companies in the secular world, with annual investment income of tens of millions of dollars.
Although Luo Wei doesn't know much about the current economic situation of the earth, he also knows that tens of millions of dollars in 1962 is not a small number, and should be equivalent to several hundred million dollars in the 21st century.
It is said that this was originally started by an old mage who was keen on business. Later, because of the huge profits, the Supreme Sanctuary and Gu Yi also participated in the stock.
When Luo Wei was changing banknotes, a mage wanted to get him to invest together, but he didn't agree, mainly because the money was really nothing to him, and he might just turn around and forget about it.
Staka and Aletta have also chosen their clothes, and Rowe is paying for them.
While he was checking out, the conversation between two young men at the door of the fitting room next to him caught his attention.
"I feel like the end of the world is coming. Maybe tomorrow will be World War III." One of them said.
"Yes, the front page of the newspaper has been filled with news about Cuba, and the supermarkets are almost sold out... The Soviets are simply a bunch of lunatics!"
"Our army is confronting the Soviet Union in the Caribbean Sea of Cuba. I don't know if someone will accidentally misfire."
"I hope this expensive outfit won't be the last thing I buy..."
Cuba?Soviet Union?
Cuban Missile Crisis?
Luo Wei quickly remembered this historical event. If he remembered correctly, in the Marvel world, Professor X broke his leg at this time.
At the same time, as two young people said, the Cuban Missile Crisis was a major event that could trigger a world war.
Luo Wei felt that he needed to go and take a look.
"Sir?" The clerk's voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Oh, how much is it?" Luo Wei came back to his senses.
"This gentleman and lady purchased a total of five outfits for a total of $1,919.81."
Luo Wei directly handed all the thousands of dollars in his hand to the clerk, and then said to Staka: "I have some important things to leave. You can go back to the Supreme Sanctuary first."
After saying that, he turned around and left the store. There was a surge of golden light behind him, and the wings of the holy light of vengeful rage instantly spread out, soared into the sky, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Sir!" the clerk chased him out the door, but when he looked up he only saw a golden spot of light on the horizon and blinked blankly.
Starka looked at his wife: "Let's go back first."
Aletta nodded, and the two of them left the Kingsman Clothing Store.
As a result, they had just walked not far when they encountered a group of people blocking their way. Most of these people were wearing suits, with sharp eyes and quick movements. At first glance, they were not ordinary people.
"Who are you?" Starka said warily.
Although the group of people holding their way were mostly strong men, the leader was a middle-aged man with a limp and a crutch.
The middle-aged man stepped forward and took out an ID: "Hello, I am Daniel Sousa, an agent from the Strategic Science Reserve Bureau. We have something to ask you. Come with us."
…
Cuba, Caribbean.
The Cuban Missile Crisis, which shocked the world, is taking place here. The fleets of the United States and the Soviet Union are in a tense confrontation, which may drag mankind into the vortex of World War III at any time.
What is not known is that this crisis that has rattled the nerves of all mankind is actually caused by a group of mutants secretly planning.
At this moment, the transport ship Aral Sea carrying Soviet missiles was traveling quickly on the sea, heading straight for the US military blockade ahead.
Once it reaches the blockade, war between the United States and the Soviet Union is imminent.
However, the person driving this missile transport ship was not a Soviet person, but a mutant with blood-red skin who looked like a devil from hell, Azazel.
Beside him, the bodies of the Soviet crew members of the Aral Sea lay scattered on the ground. One of the crew members had not completely died, but he could not do anything. He could only watch Azaser driving their ship towards the blockade.
Wire.
"...The latest order from the Kremlin, turn around immediately! Turn around Aral Sea immediately!" The Kremlin's telegram orders kept ringing.
But Azazel obviously wouldn't listen.
"The show is about to begin!" Looking at the US fleet and the Soviet fleet not far away, Azaser smiled excitedly.
