American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

“Hey! What about mine, Constantine?”

Jumping up from the ground, Deadpool felt wronged. What's up? Gone for a while, and you're finding people behind my back? You don't even call my name?

“Cough cough... Wade, long time no see!”

Constantine was speechless at the resentful look, and quickly added.

The group sat on the sofa, and Tony personally opened a few bottles of million-dollar wine to entertain Constantine.

They drank and chatted, and Constantine told some interesting stories about Kamar-Taj.

“The atmosphere there is good. Some mages often ask me to exchange ‘experiences,’ which benefits me a lot.”

“By the way, Leong is also there, often competing with people. I must say, he is invincible in the field of peeing...”

“I also met a man named Stephen Strange. His qualifications are very good, and the Ancient One, the Supreme Sorcerer, is very optimistic about him...”

“The Ancient One intends to choose the next Supreme Sorcerer from the three of us, but I find it troublesome and am not interested.”

Exhaling a smoke ring, Constantine shrugged, his smile faint.

That look of complete disinterest was extremely pretentious.

Deadpool took a hard bite of the lemon in his hand, his mouth sour.

“Really? Constantine? You're just a newbie, how can you become the Supreme Sorcerer?”

“Of course, I'm a genius.”

Showing off his genius face, Constantine looked at Deadpool with sympathy.

“Wade, the feeling of being a genius, you wouldn't understand!”

“……”

Looking like a complete loser, Deadpool was very unconvinced. He was once a man who got a B in high school, but before he could speak, Tony spoke.

“I understand that feeling. Come, cheers~”

Nodding vigorously, Tony empathized with Constantine and clinked a glass of red wine with him, drinking it all in one gulp.

Putting down his glass, Constantine carefully looked at Pepper and smiled at Tony: “Not bad, pregnant again!”

“……”

Although he knew what he meant, Tony still thought of the experience of conceiving Anya, his face stiffened, and he quickly explained.

“This time it's not me, it's Pepper. It's been over a month.”

Pepper was a little embarrassed and took a small red bottle from her bag, slowly sipping it.

Constantine was smiling, but his face suddenly changed when he saw the bottle. Tony noticed his abnormality and followed his gaze to the bottle and asked.

“What's wrong, Constantine?”

Taking the bottle, Constantine carefully observed it. He seemed to see something, and his face looked very bad.

“Pepper, how long have you been drinking this stuff?”

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Pepper whispered.

“A week.”

“Is this stuff common in New York City?”

“Yes, this is the latest health product launched by the Umbrella Corporation, the T-type all-purpose energy recovery agent. Everyone has been drinking it recently...”

Holding Anya tightly in her arms, Pepper's face showed a hint of nervousness.

“Constantine, is there something wrong with this potion?”

“……”

After a moment of silence, Constantine poured all the red liquid inside onto the table, and a magical light flashed slightly between his fingers.

The next moment.

The liquid boiled.

“Roar—!”

A huge roar suddenly echoed throughout the room.

Everyone was startled by the sound, Pepper held Anya and lowered her body, and Deadpool almost pulled out his gun.

Only Tony stared at the table, his eyes full of terrifying meaning, his tone cold and frightening.

“Constantine, what... is this?”

Looking at the pattern formed by the liquid on the table, Constantine coldly uttered a word.

“Dragon!”

……

Cairo, the capital of Egypt, the largest city in the Arab world.

It spans the Nile River, with magnificent momentum and spectacular scenery. It is the political, economic, cultural, and commercial center of the entire Middle East.

People from all over the world gather here, and there are many guys who dream of getting rich.

Walking out of Cairo International Airport, Natasha and Coulson repeatedly refused several drivers who were soliciting passengers. The personnel here were mixed, and there were many pickpockets. If you were not careful, you would lose something.

Standing on the side of the street, Coulson looked at the time on his watch and asked suspiciously.

“Why hasn't the guide who is supposed to pick us up arrived yet?”

“Wait a little longer.”

Natasha frowned on the side. The surrounding gazes were very malicious, staring at her important parts.

A few hooligan-looking guys walked towards them with lewd gazes and giggles. They passed a long chair and suddenly heard a "Scram" sound.

“It's you?!”

The expression of one of the blondes changed quite a bit. When he heard the sound, he was first angry, then surprised when he turned his head, and then immediately smiled obsequiously.

His companions were puzzled and were about to mutter something, but he slapped them in the face, and then he stared at the owner of the voice for a long time, sweating coldly, as if he was looking at some kind of flood beast.

Seeing that the other party didn't respond, he immediately nodded and bowed, apologized twice, and pulled his companions away.

The speed was more like escaping than walking.

Coulson and Natasha exchanged glances and looked at the man lying on the long chair.

Taking off the black leather hat covering his face, the man lazily sat up from the chair. His eyes were very sharp. He looked at the two of them for a while and said.

“I am Yan Shuangying, your guide.”

“Hello, I am Coulson, this is my colleague Natasha.”

Extending his hand, Coulson smiled like a spring breeze.

Natasha pretended to be shy and used the corner of her eye to look at the man in the black trench coat.

This guy gave her a sense of danger, as if she was always being pointed at by a gun.

Reaching out and shaking Coulson's hand, Yan Shuangying yawned and walked forward first.

“Let's go, my car is not here.”

The two behind him exchanged silent glances, picked up their luggage and followed.

They came to an old car that looked old. Yan Shuangying opened the trunk and motioned for them to put the boxes in.

Then the three got into the car and the car started.

“Mr. Yan, I wonder when we will go to that legendary city?”

Sitting in the passenger seat, Coulson asked after exchanging a few pleasantries, and quickly added as if afraid of being misunderstood.

“Please rest assured, the 200,000 US dollars agreed on the phone will definitely not be less!”

Glancing at him, Yan Shuangying turned the steering wheel and said indifferently: “If you are not afraid of being tired, you can leave today, but I must remind you that before you, several groups of people have already set off in advance!”

Although it was an expected thing, Coulson still frowned. He and Natasha exchanged subtle glances and said.

“Mr. Yan, we are not tired, let's leave today.”

……

Bang!

Tied to the ground with a rope, Steven Grant felt very unlucky. He came to Cairo, Egypt, inexplicably as if sleepwalking, and was immediately robbed of his wallet by a pickpocket.

Then, he was inexplicably tracked, inexplicably beat a few people, and finally was tied up by a group of cultists, who stole his scarab and kept saying that his name was Mark Spector?

This made Steven very confused and couldn't help but roar in his heart.

God, are you f*cking playing with me!

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