American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

“Glug...”

My vision was becoming blurry, even the particles in the air seemed to stop vibrating.

In this lavish, enormous room, it felt like bearing the weight of mountains, a sword hanging over my neck, each second a heavy breath.

The air filled with the scent of blood.

The soldiers holding guns nervously swallowed.

Even though they were the ones aiming, they felt like prey targeted by a top predator, cold sweat soaking their backs in an instant, their calves trembling with fear.

And fear, hissing, greedily wrapped around everyone.

Those scarlet, venomous eyes stared at the back of their necks, as if saying, "Welcome to Hell."

If they didn't remember President Mobutu's past brutality, they would have screamed, dropped their guns, and frantically fled the scene!

Who on earth is this man?!

[Emotional value from Mobutu +1173]

“……”

Seeing the disgraceful reaction of his subordinates, Mobutu's narrow eyes revealed a dangerous glint.

This smiling man named Kuroro Lucilfer gave him an extremely dangerous feeling.

He already regretted inviting him to the presidential palace, placing himself in danger.

If this person was an assassin, he was already in an absolute kill zone, and the terrible reaction of his subordinates was even more exasperating.

But... this dangerous element was an enemy of Wakanda!

Excellent, wonderful!

Aren't the enemies of my enemies my friends?

Could there be a better community of shared interests?

No!

His attitude changed, he waved his disgraceful subordinates away, and smiled as he beckoned several maids over, acting as warmly as if he were facing a long-lost brother.

“Interesting, interesting... If your team members all have the same strength as you, then I can almost see Black Panther's death!”

“Your Excellency, I assure you, that day is not far off!”

[Emotional value from Mobutu +1199]

After receiving Kuroro's clear answer, Mobutu finally burst into laughter.

He raised his glass of red wine to Kuroro, and then the two began to discuss the details of the plan.

By the time everything was over, it was already after 7 PM.

Kuroro walked out of the presidential palace alone.

As he returned to his hotel, his expression suddenly changed.

“Who?”

Clap, clap, clap.

“Not bad, this perception ability.

This ability system called Nen has piqued my interest somewhat.”

With his hands behind his back, the black-robed man wearing a frost mask struck a pose, tilting his head slightly.

His aura was very powerful, like an emperor of frost.

The temperature in the room dropped rapidly, and a layer of frost appeared on some of the furniture and the floor.

“Eighth Ring of the Ten Rings Gang, Di Shitian!

What are you doing here?”

Taking a few steps back warily, Kuroro subconsciously took out a book.

“Naturally, I'm here to bring you the latest news, and to invite you to carry out a certain plan.”

“What news?”

“The news from Africa is too isolated.

Several months ago, the man you sent to assassinate Iron Man, oh, that's right... he wasn't called Iron Man back then.

In short, the strong man you sent named Wogin did not complete the task.

He was killed by an organization called S.H.I.E.L.D., and even his body was blown to pieces.”

As he spoke, Di Shitian observed Kuroro's expression, but his expression was unusually calm, making it impossible to read his emotions.

“Those who kill must be prepared to be killed.

From the day I formed the Phantom Troupe, I said that no one in this organization is indispensable.

Even if the person who died was me.”

His eyes were as calm as stagnant water, and Kuroro's tone was extremely indifferent.

“Thank you for the information, I already know.

Now, state your other purpose.”

“……”

Not getting the desired expression on his face made Di Shitian lose a lot of amusement.

These young people nowadays are getting better and better at pretending to be profound.

Thinking this in his heart, Di Shitian's expression remained unchanged, and he said in a declamatory tone.

“There are always too many secrets in this world.

The ethereal Immortal Realm is like that, and so is a place called the Kunlun Secret Realm.

I have investigated that within the Kunlun Secret Realm, there are things that can make people immortal.

But that place is too mysterious, and there is a red dragon guarding it.

I need some manpower to cooperate with me in slaying the dragon!”

“I refuse.”

The moment Di Shitian finished speaking, Kuroro chose to refuse.

He explained.

“Currently, all the energy of the Phantom Troupe is focused on Wakanda.

We don't have extra time and energy to put on other things!”

They had spent so much time and planning, they couldn't just give up because of a stranger's words.

“Ignorance!

What I bring you is the secret of immortality, the glory of the dragon slayer.

Whether it is money, power, status, or women, these will all become a thing of the past in the long run.

Only life is eternal, you are too young now, I don't blame you...”

Scolding him, Di Shitian waved his hand and threw a piece of paper that shot onto the floor like a sword, with his contact information recorded on it.

“Before I implement the real plan, you still have a considerable amount of time to consider it carefully.”

Saying this, his ears suddenly twitched, his figure flashed and floated out of the window, leaving a sentence "Consider it carefully" before disappearing.

Thump thump thump...

Bang!!

The door was quickly kicked open, and the members rushed out of the window after a quick glance.

They looked in all directions, but couldn't see Di Shitian's shadow.

“Boss, what was that just now?”

A blonde older sister walked up and asked cautiously.

Waving his hand, Kuroro raised his head and looked at the moonlight in the sky, and said seriously.

“Don't worry about him, just a madman who talks about immortality.

Next, concentrate all our energy on Wakanda.

During this period, I want to witness Black Panther's death with my own eyes!”

“Yes, boss.”

“By the way, call Nobunaga over, I have something to tell him.”

“Understood.”

......

At the same time, under the same moonlight, the capital of Wakanda, the Golden City—Birnin Zana.

Inside the palace, the current King T'Chaka stared at the moon in the sky, feeling a faint unease in his heart.

The moonlight was too hazy, with a hint of blood, as if foreshadowing something ominous.

“Honey, there's a video call from T'Challa, he's in England right now, do you want to say a few words to him?”

The beautiful wife twisted her waist and walked over affectionately, bringing news of her son T'Challa.

“Forget it, the president of N'Ganda, Mobutu, just called me.

Listening to his tone, he seems to want to sign a peace treaty.

To show sincerity, I'm considering going there myself.”

Rejecting his wife's request, T'Chaka frowned deeply.

“T'Chaka, it's too dangerous, that person doesn't keep his word at all!”

The wife wanted to persuade him again, trying to get him to give up the plan to go, but was rejected by T'Chaka.

As the belief of this country, the strongest warrior, there is no reason to be afraid.

“It's okay, the negotiations will take place next month at the earliest.

I'll bring the royal guards with me when I go, and don't forget that I'm the current Black Panther, it won't be that easy to be killed!”

Seeing him say this with such confidence, the wife couldn't persuade him anymore, she just worriedly tidied up his clothes for him, and then looked at him gently.

“T'Chaka, promise me, you must come back safe and sound!”

“Of course, I promise you!”

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－

Sharp-eyed people should have seen that this volume is almost coming to an end, so there are a few more foreshadowings, which are all future plot lines that may happen.

Big events are certain, after all, Li Ang will not appear for no reason.

Everything that needs to be explained has been explained, I need to adjust the outline afterwards to let this book enter the next stage.