American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

S.H.I.E.L.D., Director Fury's office.

"Director Fury, regarding the research on the Urn of Desire, I believe it is necessary to be more cautious. I suggest..."

Handing over a report file, Natasha was about to recount her "unpleasant experience" in the scientific research team's laboratory.

Ring ring ring...

Without any warning, the building's internal alarm suddenly sounded.

Bang.

Standing up, Nick Fury frowned and ordered Natasha.

"Natasha, go and see what's happening outside!"

"Yes."

Receiving the order, Natasha turned and hurriedly walked out of the room.

Administrative staff in the office area were coming and going, calmly discussing their work, with no worry on their faces.

What kind of place is this?

S.H.I.E.L.D.!

Therefore, no one dares to cause trouble here. Even if the alarm is not a machine malfunction, it will be easily dealt with by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents!

As members of S.H.I.E.L.D., they are that confident.

But Natasha had a different opinion. After her experience with the Urn of Desire research team, she had been feeling uneasy, always feeling that something big was about to happen.

This sudden alarm gave her a very bad feeling.

Hesitating for a moment, Natasha still did not choose the elevator, and walked down the stairs through the security通道.

Just as she had gone down not long ago.

Ding~

The elevator doors suddenly opened, and Coulson rushed out of the elevator with a few panicked subordinates. He ran towards Fury's office, shouting loudly.

"Run! The people downstairs have gone mad!"

......

The middle floor of the building.

The scene was noisy, with people shouting in panic.

No one knew what had happened. As if in the blink of an eye, the floor was enveloped in a red mist that surged up from below, obscuring vision.

"What is this?"

"A chemical leak?"

"Ugh... I can't breathe..."

"Save me... Ahhhhh!"

"......"

Confusion and incomprehension were the crowd's first reaction. The second reaction was to scream and flee after seeing people falling down one after another.

"What is that?"

Natasha arrived here on foot. She received a call from Coulson on the way and put on a top-level yellow biohazard suit.

Tap tap tap......

People rushed past her in terror, fleeing in panic like a flock of frightened sheep.

Unfortunately, the red mist spread too quickly, covering the entire floor in the blink of an eye.

This feeling was very strange.

One second, the crowd was shouting and screaming, passing by on both sides like a stream of cars.

The next second, the red mist surged like a wave, engulfing everything. The running crowd suddenly lost their voices, maintaining the movements of the previous second, standing still in place.

"Huff... breath..."

Listening to her own heavy breathing, Natasha's eyes darted back and forth uneasily, scanning the surrounding crowd.

Their panicked expressions were still on their faces, but their bodies were inexplicably frozen in the air, like sleeping statues.

"......"

Taking out her phone, Natasha wanted to make a call to Nick Fury, but was shocked to find that there was no signal, as if the red mist could even block electromagnetic signals.

"No, the information here must be transmitted as soon as possible. The S.H.I.E.L.D. building is too dangerous, people must evacuate immediately!"

Putting away her phone, Natasha decided to go to the office in front and try to find a landline phone.

Ka.

The sudden noise made Natasha break out in a cold sweat.

"Who?!"

She suddenly turned to look behind her, but behind her were only the frozen crowd, and nothing else could be seen.

[Emotional value from Natasha Romanoff +1218]

"......"

Unable to help but take a step back, Natasha bit her lip lightly, her dangerous intuition constantly sending out warnings.

Maintaining this observing posture, Natasha tiptoed, trying to lighten her movements as much as possible, and slowly retreated step by step.

Ka, ka.

Noises came from both sides almost simultaneously. Natasha was shocked and suddenly took a step back, drawing her gun and staring at the frozen crowd.

[Emotional value from Natasha Romanoff +1278]

Quiet.

Holding the gun nervously, she felt a little uncomfortable inside the thick biohazard suit, and cold sweat dripped from her forehead. The powerful psychological adjustment ability of a top agent allowed her to quickly calm her breathing.

No... I must leave as soon as possible!

It's too dangerous here!

Ka, ka, ka......

Behind her, the sound of some kind of bone rubbing sounded one after another.

"Gulp......"

Swallowing nervously, Natasha's scalp went numb, and goosebumps covered her body.

In rapid breaths, she slowly turned her head and looked back cautiously.

The next second.

The frozen crowd turned their faces in unison... and met her eyes.

"......"

[Emotional value from Natasha Romanoff +1399]

......

Screams, cries, gunshots, death......

Hearing the commotion outside, even Nick Fury's face changed. Escorted by his subordinates and Coulson, he came to the rooftop helipad of the building.

"Coulson, what exactly happened in the building?"

With a gloomy face, Nick Fury hurriedly boarded the plane. Coulson sat on his left, and after fastening his seat belt, he quickly replied with a bitter face.

"Director Fury, it's the red mist!"

"Red mist?"

"Yes, we are still unable to confirm the origin of the red mist, but these mists can erode people's minds, distort their minds, and even enhance their physical abilities!

I once personally saw a researcher with no strength to even truss a chicken, after being 'infected by the red mist', kill an agent barehanded......"

After learning that Director Fury had sent Natasha to investigate the situation, Coulson hurriedly made a phone call to Natasha. Now, he can only pray that the other party is safe and sound.

[Emotional value from Phil Coulson +1231]

After a brief understanding, Nick Fury immediately judged the danger of the red mist. He hurriedly ordered his subordinates to board the plane until the cabin was full before instructing the pilot to take off.

Da da da......

As the propellers whirred, the helicopter slowly lifted off the ground, and the people in the cabin showed expressions of relief.

Through the window glass of the cabin, Nick Fury looked down sadly.

The triangular winged building below was completely enveloped by the damn red mist. Even on the plane, he could clearly hear the screams and gunshots inside, like a huge coffin, weighing heavily on his heart.

[Emotional value from Nick Fury +1346]

......

Peng!

Stepping on the ground, Natasha bumped into several "red mist infected people" and rushed forward rapidly.

Behind her, those once kind colleagues seemed to have turned into the most manic beasts, launching a relentless pursuit against her.

But their minds were severely eroded, their IQs dropped, and Natasha, by constantly changing direction, shook off the main force by turning left and right.

Only a few elite agents with guns, relying on their physical advantages, were still chasing closely behind.

Bang!

The heavy biohazard suit was brutally torn open by a bullet, and the red mist outside saw the opportunity and greedily drilled inside. Natasha's pupils dilated, and her mind and body instantly suffered a test.