American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

“Umm...”

Peggy Carter gently rose on tiptoes, her hands clinging to Steve's shoulders.

She closed her eyes slightly, her breath fragrant as orchids, her cheeks flushed with red. After 70 years, this "kiss"... had finally arrived.

But.

Stepping back, Steve pushed her shoulders away, offering a soft apology.

Then, with a swift flick of his right hand, Peggy's body softly slumped into his arms.

The clothing on his body finally ceased its transformation, the classic blue combat suit reappearing, the shield on his left arm snapping into place, and the flame in his right palm flickering slightly.

His suppressed memories were fully unlocked.

Bang, bang, bang!

!

Sudden gunshots rang out from outside the door as Tony, Constantine, Deadpool, and Peter burst in from the bar's entrance, all wearing dresses.

Steve clenched his right fist, casually throwing a punch.

Boom—

A large group of police officers had just chased them in from outside when a scorching flame slammed into all of them.

Peng, peng, peng, peng...

Their bodies were tossed high like rubber balls, crashing into the officers outside, who fell in a heap, staring in terror at the interior.

“What happened?”

“Fire?!”

“I don’t know!”

“……”

Steve naturally wouldn't kill them. He raised an eyebrow, looking seriously at Tony and the others in their exaggerated feminine attire.

“Your taste... is interesting!”

Tony: “……”

Peter: “……”

Deadpool: “……”

Constantine: “……”

……

“Useless!”

Walking over from the alley, Wesker coldly watched the officers' actions. He placed a hand on the face of a standing officer, who trembled all over, a black light spreading across the surface of his body, rapidly transforming into Wesker's image.

Then, the two Weskers acted together, turning all the surrounding officers into their companions.

Ka-ka.

They looked at each other, gently raised their feet, and the bones in their necks cracked as they twisted, their eyes behind the sunglasses utterly indifferent.

These Weskers, holding pistols, sneered as they strode inside without any protection.

The next second, a timed bomb appeared before their eyes.

“Oh... sh*t!”

Boom—

A massive burst of fire exploded inside the bar, blasting the Weskers who had rushed in back out.

Flames engulfed their bodies as they rolled fiercely on the ground. Seeing the situation was bad, the remaining Weskers immediately fired bullets into the smoke-filled bar.

Bang, bang, bang...

Two or three minutes later, the bullets ran out, and there was no sound inside the bar except for the burning flames.

This situation was somewhat off.

The Weskers outside the door exchanged glances and sent another group of people in. This time, their movements were more cautious.

Before long, that group came out, their faces gloomy. There wasn't a single person inside the bar. Those guys had actually... escaped!

……

Whoosh!

Several figures instantly appeared in an apartment across the street.

The group peeked through the window, carefully looking at the street opposite. A large number of Weskers were dispersing from the bodies of the officers, who were all returning to normal.

They didn't feel anything different and were hurrying to call fire trucks and evacuate the blockade.

Swish.

Drawing the curtains, Tony retracted his gaze and looked seriously at everyone.

“Everyone, we don't have much time. We must hurry!”

Constantine agreed, his legs under the black dress shaking, the leg hair very conspicuous.

Peter was no less striking, wearing a frilly short skirt, looking as awkward as a dinosaur version of a cheerleader.

Only Deadpool, well, the face under the red hood... was very eye-catching.

“……”

Looking around, Tony twitched his eyes, speechless.

This group of idiots was too much of an eyesore!

He turned to look at Steve... and the woman in his arms, asking, “Cap, who is she?”

“Peggy Carter, my...” Glancing at the dark green cheongsam on Tony, Steve hesitated for a moment, “Lover.”

Tony: “……”

He felt like he was being looked down upon.

“Cap, could this be...”

Patting Steve's large pectoral muscles and tossing his scarlet wig, Deadpool revealed an expression that all men would understand. He grinned lewdly.

“Not bad, Cap, you just recovered from being frozen and already have a lover? What's the trick? How about you and I exchange notes? I'll secretly tell you, I, Deadpool, am the prince of nightclubs!”

“You misunderstand.”

Pushing away Deadpool's hand, Steve looked tenderly at the woman in his arms. He gently placed her on the living room sofa and explained.

“She, like me, doesn't belong to this era. She comes from 70 years ago...”

“70 years ago, then isn't that the same as you, Cap!”

Seeing Steve nod, Peter, wearing a short skirt, was somewhat shocked. He looked at Ms. Peggy, puzzled, “Since it's from 70 years ago, why would she appear here?”

“……”

Silence. Steve couldn't give an answer to this question for the time being.

“Ahem, Cap, I'm very curious... how did you get in?”

Seeing the atmosphere was heavy, Tony coughed twice to change the subject. He introduced to Steve that they had entered here through the power of magic.

Steve smiled wryly and explained his situation.

“It's like this...”

He had followed Wesker's footsteps, tracking him to the place where the Giant Infant was buried. There, he sensed the aura left behind by Wesker.

After he blasted open the flesh of the Giant Infant, he vaguely saw a passage inside. He didn't hesitate and went straight in.

Then, he felt trapped by flesh and blood, and simply lost consciousness.

[Emotional value from Steve Rogers +2097]

“That is to say, you may have already been captured, and your body is inside the Giant Infant.”

Tony quickly analyzed his condition. Steve nodded in agreement and began to tell them how he woke up and the amnesia he experienced.

This was different from Tony and the others. They used Constantine's magic to enter, similar to sneaking in, and their memories were not affected in any way.

They had two purposes for coming here.

First, find Miss Pepper and take her out.

Second, see if they could find a way to sever the connection between the Giant Infant and the 2.2 million people.

After some discussion, Steve understood their situation and confirmed.

“I see, not only is this New York fake, but you are also currently wanted city-wide...”

“Cap, not you, but us.”

Twirling the gun in his hand, Deadpool familiarly patted his shoulder.

“Trust me, your pecs will soon appear on TV...”

“Ahem... Cap, what are you planning to do next?”

Interrupting Deadpool's lewd talk, Tony asked about Steve's plans. Steve pursed his lips and turned to look at Peggy lying on the sofa.

“Peggy... I hope you can help us.”