American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Stark Industries Tower.

Since the incident at the Four Seasons Hotel, Tony Stark had declined all visits, staying safely in his laboratory to develop a missile.

To this end, he named it the Jericho missile.

These days he was really fed up with those guys who mocked him in the news and on the Internet, ready to prove to those moronic bastards that they would never understand the world of a genius!

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"Oh, and that green-faced Loki bastard.

I swear, next time I see him, I'm going to kick his ass hard!"

[From Tony Stark's emotional value +333]

Tony Stark gritted his teeth, wishing he could find the other party immediately and stuff all these newly developed little darlings into his ass.

"I better not see you, Loki!"

Tony was cursing when he saw Obadiah beckoning and walking towards him, reflexively shivering.

He quickly took the coat from Happy's hand beside him, put it on while walking, and rushed to the press conference site.

Behind him, Obadiah's face was gloomy.

He felt that recently, Tony had been trying to distance himself.

"Could it be... he sensed what I did?"

Thinking of something in his heart, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and Obadiah snorted heavily.

......

In the venue.

News reporters from major newspapers and New York tycoons, including military personnel, had long been eagerly waiting.

"Jarvis, are the materials for the press conference ready?"

"Yes, sir. According to your instructions, everything has been uploaded."

"Very good."

Standing on the rostrum, Tony loosened his tie and opened with a smile.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am very glad that you can attend this press conference today, I believe everyone will not be disappointed......"

"......This is the latest military weapon I have developed, and I named it the Jericho missile.

Its design eliminates the past... blah blah blah... and has the world's most excellent strike system......"

Tony was radiant, stretching his arms and talking eloquently.

Huh?

The expected cheers and applause did not appear, and the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became strange.

[From Phil Coulson's emotional value +187]

Coulson stood under the stage, using the headset communicator to urgently issue instructions to the agents ambushing in the field of vision.

"Quick... everyone move, scan the scene with all your strength, search for suspicious people!"

[From Happy Hogan's emotional value +191]

Happy stood up anxiously, giving Tony a series of winks.

The eyes from the military and the wealthy also changed, they frowned slightly, and confusion flashed in their eyes.

[From the emotional value of everyone in the venue +138.11]

What... happened?

Finally realizing something was wrong, following everyone's gaze, Tony turned his head to look behind him.

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[From Tony Stark's emotional value +277]

Eyes wide, Tony angrily roared at Jarvis through the headset.

"Jarvis, what's going on?!"

The giant screen was not showing the PPT he had prepared at all, but a strange video!

It seemed to be an old wooden house, judging from the furniture decoration style shown in the video, it probably came from Southeast Asia.

Under the gloomy tone, an old woman was hanged in the house.

The woman was wearing ragged clothes, hanging her head, with a pair of bare feet.

The corpse swayed back and forth in the air, the rope tied around her neck was tied to the beam, rubbing out a creaking sound, which sounded particularly eerie.

The scene became a little noisy, and everyone talked and discussed with each other.

The news reporters consciously aimed their cameras at this scene, and those with quick hands had already written a news draft and sent it out.

"Famous super genius Tony Stark reappears in an oolong!"

"Is it a prank, or revenge from an old lover?"

"Tony Stark never takes the usual path, what appeal does he want to express by playing the video on the spot?"

"Damn it! Jarvis... get rid of this video quickly, and bring back the original content for me!!!"

Tony had a stinky face, and for some reason he thought of that Loki bastard.

[From Tony Stark's emotional value +299]

"Tch... what a jinx, I never want to see him again!"

Just as he was thinking this, Pepper Potts ran into the venue all the way, holding a postcard and coming straight to Tony's side.

Her face was not good, with some kind of tension, she carefully handed the card to Tony Stark.

Strangely taking the postcard, Tony's face suddenly changed.

"Loki!!"

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What you fear comes to you, the postcard had a few words written on it, it was from Loki's handwriting.

[Tony, I heard you are looking for me, and you have been thinking about me all the time, working day and night to develop new weapons.

Haha, think about the last time we met, it was still the last time.

I have to say, your behavior has deeply moved me.]

"Fuck... who wants you to be moved!"

Tony cursed in his heart, and recalled the dark history of having his bare ass photographed, and his mentality was not good.

Barely holding back the nausea, he continued to look down.

[Recently, I got a fun little toy.

This makes me can't wait to share it with you.

Do you like it? Are you excited?

With the friendship between us, you don't have to thank me!]

"I thank your mom, you bastard!!"

[By the way, a final reminder.

This recording contains the curse of the vengeful spirit Fusang Sao.

Anyone who sees the video will be hunted down endlessly by the other party.

So, Tony, you know~

Your "good friend", Loki left.]

[From Tony Stark's emotional value +337]

"......I don't understand!"

His face changed, Tony immediately turned around and saw that the picture on the big screen had been turned off by Jarvis, and he finally breathed a long sigh of relief.

Pepper Potts, asked worriedly from the side.

"Tony, are you okay? Do we need to stop the press conference?"

Waving his hand.

"Vengeful spirit? Curse? Humph... ridiculous!!"

The super genius Mr. Tony Stark, scoffed at these unscientific existences!

Although he was still a little uncomfortable in his heart, he had already adjusted his mentality back.

On the rostrum, he raised the postcard in his hand and projected the content on the postcard onto the giant screen behind him in front of everyone.

Now, everyone can see the text content above.

Sneering a few times, Tony Stark's counterattack against Loki began, he raised the letter and taunted loudly.

"I'm sorry, everyone.

Today, a clown overestimated himself and wanted to stand in the center of the stage to show himself.

But it's cruel, today's protagonist only belongs to me—Tony Stark!"

"As for the so-called vengeful spirit? Ancestral curse?

Haha... a mere threat, will never be able to scare Mr. Stark!"

He faced the camera, waved his arms, and gradually increased his voice.

"Loki, if you are watching this TV, I must tell you.

Go wash your ass, and then put on a fresh brain for yourself!"

"I personally suggest you go to a mental hospital, after all, a madman with a strong desire to perform like you is where you should stay!"

While saying this, he tore the postcard in his hand into pieces.

He scattered it on the ground and stomped on it hard with his feet, proving his disdain.

The audience below saw such a sensational scene and sent applause.

"Hahahahaha... what Loki, and evil spirit? The mental hospital is your destination!"

"Curse? Hehe, this is the best joke I've heard this year!"

"Just a clown!"

"Mr. Tony Stark, well done!!"

"......"

The scene was full of cheers, no one took the content of the letter seriously, and they all despised Loki's crude methods and overestimated himself.