American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

New York, New York City Central Hospital.

"Oh my god, what is happening to this world?"

"Honey, you won't die, you won't!"

"Wake up, wake up, little brother!"

"Wuwuwu......"

"......"

The chaos outside quickly spread here, with crowds packed into the hallway like sardines.

"......"

Holding Pepper Potts, Tony Stark, with a grim face, was stuck here with Constantine and Deadpool, surrounded by a large crowd. Countless arms reached for his armor, begging for his help.

But they were also grasping at straws. If there really was a solution, Tony wouldn't have chosen to bring Pepper to the hospital.

"Mr. Stark, all the major hospitals in New York City have been completely paralyzed. Preliminary estimates suggest that over a million people need treatment."

"At the same time, whether it's beds, medicine, or medical staff, none of them can meet the demands of this 'disaster'!"

Jarvis's voice sounded from the armor's built-in system, with a moment of hesitation.

"Sir, just now, President Belden gave a national speech at the White House, responding to the current situation in New York..."

"Oh? What did he say?"

Being squeezed to the point of immobility, Tony protected Pepper and asked.

Jarvis didn't speak, directly projecting the news clip in front of his eyes.

[Ahem... To all the citizens of New York, this disaster came suddenly and has caused considerable damage to New York City. However, we have found the pathogen spreading the virus in the first instance—rats...]

[We hope that the general public can continue to have confidence in the government and let us overcome this plague together. Next, please welcome the best rat extermination expert in New York to give a speech. Please give him a warm welcome...]

"......"

What the hell? Plague?!

I fuck your grandma! Are you fucking kidding me?!

Tony's face darkened, and he, along with everyone in America watching this video, cursed and sent blessings to the speaker's ancestors for eighteen generations.

The American government was clearly hiding something, and he had to rely on himself.

"Hey, buddy, you're grabbing my ass!"

Deadpool twisted his body, not knowing which gay old man took the opportunity to pinch his butt, which put him in a bad mood. He squinted at the crowd behind him, wondering if he should pull out his gun and threaten them.

"Tony, just standing here isn't a solution..."

Withdrawing his gaze, Constantine turned to look at him. The situation in New York surprised him, but he could guess with his ass that it was related to the Umbrella Corporation.

"Indeed, and medical treatment is impossible here."

Nodding in agreement, Tony held out his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet and listen to him.

"Everyone, I know you are all very anxious right now. I can assure you that I will do everything I can to solve this problem..."

He spoke from the heart, the helmet's faceplate popped open, revealing a determined look in his eyes. The hospital's fluorescent lights shone on him, and the rigid armor seemed to soften in the light.

The crowd around him was dense, whether there were a hundred or two hundred Tony didn't know, but the voices of everyone who met his gaze gradually subsided.

Finally, the entire crowd in the hall chose to be silent.

"Constantine, Wade... let's go."

Holding Pepper Potts, Tony walked forward, and the crowd naturally parted to both sides like Moses parting the Red Sea. The passage wasn't wide but it was enough for one person to walk alone. As the three silently passed through the crowd, the air was so quiet it was almost suffocating.

Step.

At the hospital entrance on the outer side of the crowd, at the dividing line between white light and shadow, Tony stopped. The crowd behind him looked at him expectantly, some comforting each other, bowing their heads and wiping their eyes, and some crying softly...

Tony's lips moved unnaturally. He silently turned his face to face the crowd.

"I am... Iron Man."

Whoosh—

A gust of air blew into the hall, instantly dispersing the stuffy air. Everyone looked at Tony's departing figure, and sparks of hope lit up in their eyes one after another...

It's just that Tony took all the glory, leaving Constantine and Deadpool looking at each other in dismay.

Constantine: "......"

Deadpool: "......"

......

It didn't take too long for Tony to return to his base with Pepper Potts.

He quickly found his daughter Anya, then slapped his forehead, telling Constantine and Deadpool to come back quickly.

When the portal was opened again, Tony stuffed Pepper and his daughter Anya into their hands, asking them to go to other states in America.

"Constantine, Wade, I'm entrusting Pepper and Anya to you!"

"Ah, leave it to us."

Looking at his solemn appearance, the two gave a thumbs up and left smartly. They would take care of Pepper and Anya and then return here again.

Only when the portal completely disappeared did Tony breathe a heavy sigh of relief. On the way back, he had seen too many tragedies happening in the city.

Without needing any evidence, Tony turned around and flew towards the Umbrella Corporation at high speed.

No matter what Umbrella Corporation's intentions were, he wouldn't let them succeed!

He was determined to protect this New York!

......

Roar!

Crimson flames flashed in his right palm, Steve roared and swung forward, the extremely high-temperature flames burning in a fan shape on the animal zombies in front of him, turning them into clusters of burning torches.

"Hiss—"

These monsters had considerable vitality. Even when set on fire, they continued to attack the group until their physical strength was exhausted and their healing speed couldn't keep up with the destruction, before they fell one by one in unwilling and shrill deaths.

"But our manpower is already less than half, and almost everyone is injured. In our current state, it will be difficult to deal with the 'gods' that follow..."

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Barton frowned.

"And our ammunition consumption is far higher than our psychological expectations. A few more waves like that and we'll all die here."

The short battle had taken 13 lives, and Frank directed the remaining 3 agents to collect the remaining ammunition on the ground.

He wasn't a cold-blooded executioner, but for the journey ahead, it was hard to say that they would all survive.

"Guys, I'm afraid I can't accompany you any further, cough cough..."

Leaning against the wall and slowly sitting on the ground, Luke Cage looked unwell. An alligator's tusk had torn through a layer of skin on his waist, and an unknown virus was rapidly eroding his body.

"How are you?"

Steve strode to his side and crouched down, touching his forehead in surprise.

"You have a fever, Luke?"

"No, cough cough... I think I've been infected..."

Shaking his head, Luke knew his own body. His current physical condition was extremely poor, and everything he saw seemed to be covered with a layer of bloody frosted glass. This state made him very uneasy, and he could even clearly feel his body slowly... dying!

Hearing the commotion, Frank and Barton hurried over, asking about Luke's condition with concern, only to find that his eyes were gradually losing focus.

"Luke, Luke!"

Holding his arm, Barton shouted his name.

"Don't, buddy, for Jessica, you absolutely can't die here!" Frank hugged his head and patted his face, trying to awaken his will.

This man had a bright future, he couldn't, and shouldn't, die here!

!

Was he going to die?

His companions' voices seemed to be covered with a thick layer of rawhide, and the trembling sound was not clear. Facing death, Luke Cage's heart was surprisingly calm.

His brain flashed with sparks, and the scenes before his eyes flashed rapidly, covering his past in a short moment.

He had once roamed the streets, been framed by a friend and imprisoned, and then participated in the Super Soldier experiment as a volunteer, gaining a body impervious to blades and bullets.

After returning to New York, to conceal his identity, he changed his name to Luke Cage, founded the Heroes for Hire company, and met the heroine Jessica Jones...

Those were indeed happy days, he smiled inwardly, using his last strength to lift the corners of his mouth, asking Captain America, who couldn't see him, the last question of his life.

"Cap... am I... handsome...?"

"Handsome, you're incredibly handsome, Luke..."

Holding his cold hand, Steve nodded heavily, but the man could no longer hear, his drooping head unable to lift again.

A huge shadow fell upon him, this street hero who often flexed his pectoral muscles, told corny jokes, and had a sensitive and rich inner world, fell asleep here forever.

He died, in the Umbrella Corporation's Hive Base Number 3.

Roar!

Furious flames raged upwards, Captain America Steve slowly stood up with a grim face, he stared at Luke Cage's body, vowing in his heart to destroy the Umbrella Corporation's base.

Barton and Frank stood silently behind him, the three of them stayed in place for a while, then strode towards Sector C.

The remaining three agents were deliberately left behind by them, hopefully not to die here.

The three of them moved forward, and soon passed Sector D, when they arrived at Sector C, four gray-white skinned Tyrants were grinning and blocking the way.

Their weight of 1 ton and height of 3.5 meters brought immense pressure, when they stood side by side, no one could confidently pass through here safely.

3 against 4, a great disadvantage in numbers, especially since their physical condition was no longer at its peak, and the guys opposite them looked formidable.

Step.

Silently standing in front of Frank and Barton, Steve held his shield in his left hand, and flames ignited in his right hand.

His height of 1.8 meters was insignificant in front of the Tyrants, the broad latissimus dorsi muscles conveyed reassuring information, this man just stood there with his shield, making people feel at peace and fearless.

"Frank, Barton, I will find a way to hold them back, you two take the opportunity to break into Sector B, we have wasted a lot of time, we must solve the Umbrella Corporation's problem as soon as possible!"

"Understood!" x2

The two men's expressions were solemn, the muscle groups in their bodies quickly tensed up, they did not doubt whether Steve could stop the opponents, only worried about whether they could seize the opportunity to break into Sector B.

The four Tyrants naturally wouldn't just watch them chat, they raised their fist as big as a sandbag, stomped on the ground, making a dong dong dong sound, and rushed towards the three of them.

Roar!

Waving his hand and scattering a sea of ​​fire, Steve leaped forward, taking the initiative to meet the attack.

Dong!

The fist as big as a sandbag smashed on the red and blue star ring's vibranium shield without any force, Steve jumped forward, punching the head with a critical hit.

The heavy punch made the Tyrant retreat a few steps, the three Tyrants behind him stretched out their hands and pounced, wanting to grab Steve's body.

"Now, go!"

Boom——!

!

The bursting flames spread around, Frank and the two behind him did not dare to neglect, and rushed past along the wall in a puff of smoke.

"Roar!!" x4

The four Tyrants roared and turned around, blocked here by Captain America Steve's flash.

"Come on, I can spend all day with you!"

He provocatively hooked his index finger, uttering classic words.

The four Tyrants were repeatedly provoked by this guy, the muscles of their bodies visibly bulged up, countless black smoke wrapped around their bodies like copper walls and iron walls.

Even their height jumped up to 3.8 meters, four pairs of pupils stared at Steve, exuding a violent killing intent.

The water molecules in the air rapidly escaped because of fear, these escaping water molecules quickly hit a wall built with flames, at the moment they vaporized into white smoke, five monsters crashed together!

Boom——!

......

Tap tap tap......

"Ha... ha......"

Frank and Barton ran forward rapidly, this corridor leading to Sector B was surprisingly long, the lights on both sides flickered red, making the atmosphere even more depressing.

The deaths of a large number of agents and Luke's sacrifice had some impact on their emotions, but they were all excellent soldiers, and soon suppressed their anger in their hearts.

The hands holding the gun and bow were as steady as emotionless mechanical arms, the two men's eyes flashed, looking at the figure in front.

"Shh......"

Opening his eyes, Cthulhu exhaled lightly, the number of attackers was a little less than he had estimated, which made him a little dissatisfied.

But Frank's appearance made him happy, he crossed his arms, ignoring the bullets' attacks, black smoke swirling around him, and he spoke with a lot of pretense.

"Frank Castle, you are too slow, I am a little disappointed!"

[Emotional value from Frank Castle +1845]

[Emotional value from Clint Barton +1847]

"......"

Not knowing what this guy was talking nonsense, Frank and Barton looked at each other, and temporarily listened to his barking.

"Actually, your speed is not slow, but you spent a full 23 minutes to get here, when I say that, do you know its significance?"

Spreading his hands, Cthulhu's eyes were faint, the tone of regret in his mouth made the two feel a sinking in their hearts, and then they heard the Umbrella Corporation's secret.

"The first stage of the New Human God Creation Project is to complete the container, energy, and computing power required by the 'God'."

"After completing these steps, the plan will naturally enter the second stage—cultivation!"

"Cultivation?"

Cthulhu's information was very important, Frank had to patiently continue listening.

"Yes, cultivating the 'cub' of the god is the second stage of the plan."

"During this stage, the baby will grow rapidly, and be curious about everything in the outside world, even Muzan Kibutsuji cannot suppress the ego consciousness that is born at this step, and must wait until the third stage to completely control it."

"Heh heh... I say this, just to let you know before you die, how stupid mistakes you have made! After the first stage is completed and the second stage is opened, the interval in between is only a short 23 minutes."

"And you... are late!"

Rumble——

Along with Cthulhu's concluding remarks, the Umbrella Corporation's base began to shake violently, Frank and Barton quickly stabilized their bodies, even Steve, who was fighting in Sector C, jumped a few times to distance himself from the Tyrants.

At the same time, whether it was the citizens of New York, Peter Parker, the President, Nick Fury, or Tony who was rushing over... they all heard a cry in their ears.

"Wah——"

That sound seemed like the beginning of the world, instantly sweeping across the land of New York.

Frank: "......"

Barton: "......"

Steve: "......"

Peter Parker: "......"

Tony: "......"

Nick Fury: "......"

[Emotional value from Frank Castle +1963]

[Emotional value from Clint Barton +1961]

[Emotional value from Steve Rogers +1967]

[Emotional value from Peter Parker +1961]

[Emotional value from Tony Stark +1969]

[Emotional value from Nick Fury +1960]

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