American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

“It's Fire Cloud Evil God!”

Having seen Fire Cloud Evil God's photo before departure, Steve recognized his identity at a glance.

“He was rammed to death here, and there are obvious strangulation marks on his waist and abdomen, which shows the strength of the attacker!”

Subconsciously analyzing, Frank's figure flashed through his mind, Steve frowned slightly.

In his impression, Frank is good at using firearms. If he were to use fists and feet, or ramming to deal with Fire Cloud Evil God in a head-on fight...

“It wasn't him.”

Shaking his head, Steve eliminated Frank as a possibility in his mind.

And Barton, as an archer, is even less likely to do this, which means...

“A third person has been here!”

Instantly deducing the conclusion in his mind, Steve checked the cracked metal door. On the left and right edges, the handprints were clearly visible.

“Could it be... Luke?”

Luke Cage's face flashed through his mind, but in his understanding, Luke had already died.

Steve frowned and scanned his surroundings. Seeing that he couldn't find any other clues, he strode into the torn passage in the metal door.

......

Central Hall.

Bang!

Leaving a shoe print on Luke's chest with a kick, Wesker somersaulted backward, pulling away.

Luke Cage's defense is already outstanding. Even at close range, he can withstand bullets from light weapons.

After merging with the Umbrella Corporation's T-virus, his skin's defense has been further enhanced to an incredible degree. Simply hitting him with fists and feet... is useless.

Even Wesker had to endure the pain in his foot, twitching his mouth and praising: “Fire Cloud Evil God didn't die unjustly. Although his Yi Jin Jing is good, he is still ultimately a mortal flesh.”

“So, when he was held by you and unable to break free, his defeat was already decided!”

Umbrella's internal data shows that Eastern warriors, unless they cultivate Golden Bell Cover, Indestructible Divine Skill, Iron Shirt, Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Training, and other magical body refining techniques of the East...

Otherwise, no matter how powerful the body is, if you slit their throat with a knife or shoot them in the temple with a bullet, they will still die.

Although Fire Cloud Evil God's Yi Jin Jing also has good defense, it still cannot continuously withstand the impact of dozens of tons in front of Luke Cage, who has merged with the T-virus.

“Powerful strength, high body defense, Luke... you are a qualified test subject.”

The evolution of the T-virus is perfectly displayed in Luke. If the Umbrella Corporation can thoroughly research the mysteries of Luke's body, then they can mass-produce Tyrants named Luke.

[Emotional value from Luke Cage +1989]

“Ptooey!”

Luke hates this kind of gaze, the kind that doesn't treat people as people, but as experimental animals.

His hands were one in front and one behind, his legs were bent, and his back foot stomped hard on the ground, his body shooting towards Wesker like a high-speed arrow.

“Cough cough......”

Covering his chest, Frank stood not far away, his shaking gun aiming at Wesker's position, trying to distract him.

But Wesker just sneered. His figure flashed, and his body suddenly came to Luke's side. His outstretched left palm gently pressed on Luke's temple with a fine electric current.

Thump!

His eyes rolled upwards, Luke fell to the ground, his body twitching non-stop.

Bang bang!

Frank realized that something was wrong and quickly fired bullets. Wesker flashed again and kicked him out, shattering his sternum.

The black shadow flew backward, crashing into the metal wall with a bang. Frank's body bounced back to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

“Cough cough......”

The demon blood in his body wouldn't kill him immediately, but at this time he had no strength to fight anymore.

Although Luke's body can block ordinary electric shocks, it has no effect on Wesker's specially enhanced current. The temple is very close to the brain, and Luke easily fell down with just one touch.

Seeing that the two had no strength to fight anymore, Wesker slowly took out a handgun from his body, and said.

“This world will be cleansed, and I... will give mankind a new meaning.”

“Any obstacles will be eliminated by me, and you are just the insignificant first batch!”

“Heh heh......”

Letting out a sneer, Frank wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and leaned back against the wall.

He looked at Luke Cage lying on the ground in a coma. His clever brain didn't need to analyze, he knew that he couldn't dodge Wesker's shot.

“What are you laughing at?” Wesker asked, aiming the gun at Frank's brow.

“Heh heh, Wesker, a person like you is destined to go to hell, and I will be waiting for you down there!”

“Hmph... is that your last words?”

Slowly shaking his head, Wesker pulled the trigger expressionlessly.

“Then, that's really pitiful......”

Bang!

Clang!

The spinning bullet hit a shield, leaving not a single white mark.

The bullet whizzed back, creating a bloody scratch on Wesker's left face.

Without moving his body, the bloodstain on his face healed instantly. Wesker looked coldly at the man who suddenly appeared.

“Steve Rogers, Captain America, a World War II veteran who has been asleep for 70 years, the first superhero, America's shapely ass......”

Seriously uttering the other party's name and title, Wesker's eyes did not show a trace of fear.

Standing in front of Frank, Captain America Steve held the shield in his hand, his expression slightly awkward.

He acknowledged the previous titles, but when the last title was said, didn't Wesker feel embarrassed?

[Emotional value from Steve Rogers +1983]

Wesker wouldn't care about his mood. He was just saying the information collected by the Red Queen. Seeing Steve's face change slightly, he praised the Red Queen in his heart and continued to add pressure.

“Steve, after experiencing 4 Tyrants, how much strength do you have left now?”

“......”

Just as Wesker on the opposite side said, he was exhausted after fighting with 4 Tyrants, but Steve just raised the corners of his mouth and struck a classic fighting pose.

“Wesker, I can fight you all day!”

“Hmph, a futile struggle, since you want to die so much, then I will... fulfill you!”

The killing intent in his eyes was undisguised, and Wesker coldly was about to pull the trigger.

But the Red Queen's sudden voice interrupted his action. He frowned and asked the Red Queen what was going on.

“Lord Wesker, the brainwaves of the Giant Infant have reached our preset critical point. If we don't leave, Kibutsuji Muzan will wake up immediately.”

A huge projection appeared in the air above the two. Wesker glanced at it lightly and put down the gun in his hand.

Captain Steve looked at him in confusion. He saw Wesker extinguish his killing intent and his body slowly rising.

He was wearing a simple flight device on his calves, with flames spraying downwards from the soles of his feet, seemingly about to leave.

“What is the critical point? Wesker, what exactly do you want to do?!”

Steve naturally couldn't watch him leave like this. He shouted and threw the shield in his hand. Wesker's body was exceptionally agile, and he easily dodged the shield in the air.

Boom!

A crimson flame burst out in his right palm. Steve was about to jump up and chase after him, but Wesker just turned the gun and fired a shot at Frank's feet, immediately stopping Steve's body in place.

Raising his hand to catch the shield that bounced back, Steve subconsciously stood in front of Frank. If he chose to continue chasing, then Wesker would shoot Frank to death. This was a silent threat.

“Heh heh heh heh......”

Without answering Steve's interest, Wesker's low laughter echoed in the central hall. Steve and Frank could only helplessly watch him leave through the big hole that the Giant Infant had previously drilled out of.

[Emotional value from Steve Rogers +1991]

[Emotional value from Frank Castle +1993]

......

“So, what is the critical point?”

Standing on the top of a high-rise building a thousand meters away from the Giant Infant, the black-robed old man wearing an ice mask turned and asked.

“......”

The man in the military red coat narrowed his eyes slightly, his arms crossed, his tone indifferent.

“The critical point is......”