American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Bang!

Forcing his body to twist in mid-air, a searing graze mark was left on Nobunaga's left waist by a bullet.

The arc pulse that followed belatedly exploded between the two with a 'bang,' sending Nobunaga flipping backward, his toes lightly touching the ground, using the shockwave to retreat behind him.

Deadpool wasn't so lucky, first getting a face full of dirt, then the shockwave arrived, sending his body spinning 720 degrees in the air, face down, with a 'crack' as his neck snapped on the spot.

【Emotional value from Wade Wilson +1245】

【Emotional value from Tony Stark +1288】

“Uh... Wade, I'm sorry, I'll compensate you with $100,000 for that hit!”

A hint of embarrassment flashed across his face as Tony descended slowly from the air, palm open.

Hmm... is this a good thing?

With a 'crack,' he straightened his head, and Deadpool leaped up from the ground as excitedly as a rabbit.

Slap.

He put his arm around Tony's shoulder, smiling as brightly as if he were hugging his sugar daddy.

“Yo... Tony, I absolutely love you, believe me, if I were a woman, I'd definitely marry you!”

Letting his imagination run wild, Deadpool got lost in fantasy.

“What do you think about calling our child Wade Stark?”

“Not a chance!”

Too lazy to criticize his naming sense, Tony pushed him away, opening his mask to reveal a confident expression.

“Wade, keep your Wade for yourself, a man like me doesn't need that kind of thing!”

“Get real? You're already in your thirties, no one will laugh at you for taking some supplements...”

Deadpool glanced at Tony's lower body with disdain, shaking his head with a knowing look and patting his shoulder heavily as a reminder.

“Pepper isn't getting any younger either, as the saying goes, a woman in her thirties is like a tiger, can you really handle her?

If you don't like Wade, I have a bottle of Indian God Oil I can let you try...”

“……”

Crap... this is a battlefield, is it really okay for you to talk about this bedroom stuff with me here?

Have some respect for your opponent, will you?

Speechless, Tony waved his hand with righteousness, scolding.

“Wade, take a good look at the battlefield, look at our enemy!”

Nobunaga's retreating footsteps suddenly halted: “……”

“Hey, don't be shy~ I'll secretly send it to you tonight, genuine Indian God Oil, guaranteed to make you sing every night!”

Deadpool glanced at Nobunaga, noticing that the guy had unconsciously moved a little further away, he didn't mind, patted Tony's shoulder, and revealed a lewd smile.

“……”

Looking at him, Tony wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't, thinking of Pepper Potts, his mouth twitched slightly, and he lowered his voice.

“How many bottles do you have? I want them all!”

“Generous!”

Deadpool pulled out half a bottle of Indian God Oil from his crotch and secretly slipped it into his hand.

“Last night, I sacrificed myself and used half a bottle, the effect is amazing!”

Hey... what's this? You used it...

Although his face was full of disgust, Tony held the half bottle of God Oil tightly.

“The effect... is it really as good as you say?”

“Absolutely!” Deadpool gave a thumbs up, guaranteeing with his reputation.

“……”

It's your reputation that I don't trust, Wade!

Tightening his grip on the half bottle of God Oil, Tony decided to verify it himself tonight!

Da da da da...

In the distance, an Apache helicopter was flying towards them.

Closer, a large number of police officers holding guns rushed in from all directions, shouting loudly.

Crack.

Straightening his body, Nobunaga slowly sheathed his sword, staring at Tony's face with a satisfied expression.

If Uvogin had died at the hands of some pot-bellied, fat-brained unknown character, he would have cut off his head.

But Uvogin died during an assassination attempt on Tony Stark, which had a different meaning.

Which of these people who came out of Meteor City wasn't a murderous character? Every member of the Troupe had long been prepared to die at any time.

It's like being hit by a motorcycle and a Rolls-Royce when you go out, since you're going to die anyway, you'll definitely choose the better one!

Nobunaga's thoughts were simple at this time, Uvogin's revenge had to be taken, he would personally go to S.H.I.E.L.D., but Uvogin's death in an assassination attempt on Tony Stark, a globally known guy, wasn't a disgrace to a warrior.

This was the magic of his brain circuit, he didn't know if the other members of the Troupe would seek revenge on Iron Man, but as a samurai, he no longer had any killing intent.

“Tony Stark, tell S.H.I.E.L.D. for me, Uvogin's revenge, I will definitely pay a personal visit another day!”

Leaving these words, Nobunaga moved and leaped straight onto the spectator stand behind him, the rushing police officers saw that he was about to escape, and hurriedly raised their guns to shoot, but he easily dodged them.

His speed was extremely fast, his movements were agile, stepping on the heads of several spectators and rushing upwards, he quickly flipped over the spectator stand and came to its rear.

Several police officers stationed here wanted to shoot to stop him, but they couldn't keep up with his movements, and could only helplessly watch him dart into the crowd on the street behind, disappearing after several consecutive flashes.

【Emotional value from Wade Wilson +1273】

【Emotional value from Tony Stark +1291】

On the field.

Rubbing his face, Deadpool was completely confused.

“So, what did this guy come here for today?”

After pondering for a moment, Tony thought of a possibility: “... To issue a challenge.”

“To whom?”

“S.H.I.E.L.D.!”

“Then why us?”

“Through us, to show his force to S.H.I.E.L.D., like trash-talking before a basketball game.” Tony saw it very clearly, stroking his chin.

“Ah? Then... what about that guy who dresses avant-garde, holding two lightning whips, proudly as if he just got off work from a nightclub pole dance?” Deadpool pointed to a guy who had just woken up, puzzled.

“Uh...” Tony looked at Ivan Vanko lying on the ground and said in an uncertain tone: “A dance man whose brain has been messed up by paranoia?”

What?!

Just regaining a little consciousness, Ivan Vanko suddenly heard Tony's hurtful comment.

Thinking of me, Ivan Vanko, a dignified technical genius, who only used a little of the arc reactor technology left by his father to create a set of Whiplash armor.

Now, you actually slander me as a... dance man?!

Pfft~

Enraged, Ivan Vanko suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood, widened his eyes, cursed a 'fuck' loudly, and then blacked out and fainted again.

“Uh... Tony, was that dance man just cursing us?” Drawing out his knife, Deadpool seemed to have heard a... fuck?

“……”

He didn't expect that person's heart to be so fragile, Tony originally wanted to question the origin of the other party's arc reactor, but now it seems that he will have to find another time.

Tap tap tap...

The rushing police officers quickly surrounded the scene, they handcuffed Ivan Vanko, carefully looking in Tony's direction.

Facing this globally known superhero, they still needed to wait for orders from their superiors before they could react.

Da da da...

Carrying a strong wind pressure, an Apache helicopter hovered over the arena.

Raising his hand to block his eyes, in the falling leaves, the helicopter's hatch was pulled open.

Crack.

Holding the hatch, Nick Fury's eyes looked down, instantly meeting Tony's.

“Tony Stark, we... need to talk.”

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