American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Cairo.

Accompanied by dense swarms of locusts, fireballs fell from the sky, erupting with loud booms.

Inside a room on the second floor of a certain hostel.

Standing by the window, Coulson's expression grew increasingly solemn. The city was descending into chaos, with crowds scattering in all directions. The narrow streets were jammed with cars, and the sounds of horns and screams echoed throughout the city.

This bustling city was under attack. Fires and thick smoke rose from various parts of the city, and chaotic notes reverberated in everyone's ears.

Tap, tap, tap...

Cairo's army marched in might, attempting to maintain order, but they appeared as helpless as children. Advanced fighter jets streaked across the sky, only to be struck and blown up in mid-air by a fireball before even finding the enemy.

Bang!

Black smoke billowed as the fighter jet plummeted from the sky.

The bursting flames illuminated the pale, bloodless face of the army commander, who trembled and hung up the phone with bloodshot eyes. The orders from above warned him: the entire army... evacuate!

"Cairo, has been abandoned..."

Lowering his binoculars, Natasha's words made the atmosphere in the room heavy as they watched the direction of the army's retreat.

"In the face of natural disasters, human power is exceptionally small, but I still hope they can take on more responsibility!"

Leaning against the wall, wiping his gun, Yan Shuangying's expression was particularly indifferent. He turned to look at Steven and asked.

"You just said that Arthur Harrow has not yet resurrected Ammit, but instead, at Hamunaptra, he released a certain sealed 'evil'."

"Then... what exactly is that 'evil'?"

"Uh... to be precise, it was the moon god Khonshu who said it." Steven pursed his lips and explained.

"Hamunaptra buries many pharaohs, but the one released by Arthur is clearly not one of them. The moon god Khonshu told me... the opponent is likely to be a high priest!"

"High priest?" For some reason, this title reminded Coulson of those sorcerers.

"Yes, his power is quite evil, full of the taste of blasphemy!"

All of this was told to him by Khonshu; Steven didn't have the ability to know these things.

Click.

A bullet was loaded.

Yan Shuangying suddenly pointed the gun at the bald head of an old man, and asked in a deep voice.

"Like this?"

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Their expressions changed, and Coulson and Natasha simultaneously raised their guns, aiming at the man's direction.

"Walter?"

Taking two steps back, Steven was shocked. He didn't even notice when two more people had appeared in the room, no... it was two!

"Heh heh... Do you think you can deal with me with this kind of toy?"

Bare-chested, the bald Imhotep was unusually disdainful. His newly recruited lackey, Arthur, stood up obsequiously, aiming a pistol at Yan Shuangying's direction.

"Quick, put down your gun!"

Without even looking at Arthur, Yan Shuangying stared intently at Imhotep.

"Who... are you?"

"I don't like your attitude, and I hate it even more when someone dares to put a fire poker on my head without permission."

Wearing a loincloth and with his hands behind his back, Imhotep appeared extremely casual, not taking the guns seriously at all. He indifferently scanned the room, exuding the air of a seasoned boss.

"Arthur, kill him."

Click, click!

Pulling the trigger, Arthur did as he was told, but his gun strangely... didn't fire a bullet.

He frantically pulled the trigger again, but the bullet just wouldn't come out in an extremely unscientific way!

Arthur: "......"

【Emotional value from Arthur Harrow +1747】

Embarrassed, he secretly glanced at Imhotep, and found that the other party was also looking at him, and the narrowed corners of his eyes brought heavy pressure.

Not good!

His heart sank, and Arthur quickly dropped the useless pistol to the ground, and then happily took out another spare one.

"Are you so confident in your gun? You might as well try pulling the trigger, maybe the gun won't fire?"

Raising his hand to stop Coulson and Natasha's actions, Yan Shuangying finally stopped ignoring Arthur, he turned his head and looked at the gun in his hand.

"But there's one thing you should know, I have a principle, I will kill anyone who shoots at me, even if there are no bullets in his gun."

What nonsense are you talking about?

I admit that the last one malfunctioned, but do you know how low the probability is that two guns will malfunction at the same time?

With his arms crossed, Imhotep slightly raised his chin, signaling him to stop talking nonsense and hurry up and do it.

Arthur sneered and immediately pulled the trigger.

Click.

Click, click.

"F*ck!"

It's simply ghostly!

No matter how he pulled the trigger, not a single bullet could be fired!

This time, not to mention him, even Coulson, Natasha and the others were surprised.

【Emotional value from Arthur Harrow +1749】

【Emotional value from Phil Coulson +1766】

【Emotional value from Natasha Romanoff +1766】

【Emotional value from Steven Grant +1766】

【Emotional value from Marc Spector +1766】

"Remember, don't point a gun at my head again in the future, and don't threaten me again."

Taking out another pistol from his arms, the black gun reflected a cold light, Yan Shuangying lightly pulled the trigger and shot a bullet towards Arthur's head.

Ding~

The rapidly spinning bullet stopped 3 centimeters in front of Arthur, and a pile of gravel blocked its path.

"My dog, does not need others to discipline."

After uttering an extremely pretentious sentence, three bloody holes instantly appeared on Imhotep's forehead.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The gunshots came afterward, and several pairs of eyes focused on Imhotep.

His posture hadn't changed at all, his eyes full of indifference.

Ding, ding, ding~

Three yellow-orange bullets squeezed out of the bullet holes and fell weakly to the ground.

【Emotional value from Phil Coulson +1779】

【Emotional value from Natasha Romanoff +1778】

Whoosh—

A black shadow swooped forward, Natasha's hands and feet heavily kicked off the wall, like a black female leopard fiercely grabbing at Imhotep's neck.

Since firearm attacks are ineffective, then try to control the opponent with hand-to-hand combat.

"Overestimating yourself!"

Leaving a mocking sentence, several clusters of yellow sand shot towards Natasha at high speed.

These flying sands were similar to the style of ancient Egyptian gun-swords, and once shot into the human body, they would bring terrible lethality. Arthur looked at this scene mockingly, he didn't think anyone could dodge it.

But the next moment, he was dumbfounded.

Bang, bang, bang, bang......

The rapid gunshots exploded, causing painful eardrums. Yan Shuangying shook his hands wildly, and bullets shot at the gun-sword-like yellow sand.

The impact of the bullets changed the direction of the yellow sand in the air, and they could only regrettably brushed past Natasha's side.

【Emotional value from Arthur Harrow +1755】

"?!"

Imhotep also didn't expect that someone's marksmanship could be so good. He simply didn't have time to react, and Natasha got close to his body. Jiu-jitsu from Brazil was instantly used on him, heavily pressing him to the ground.

Dong—!