American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

This incredibly comical scene caused a series of exclamations from the crowd.

A security guard shook his head and struggled to his feet, but before he could utter any threats, a watermelon rind, its flesh completely scooped out, landed squarely on his head.

His vision suddenly obstructed, he hadn't even thought of a countermeasure when his feet inexplicably went soft, followed by another fall.

Thump!

This time, the fall was quite severe; he didn't even groan before his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

A socialite couldn't help but giggle.

The surrounding crowd also wore smiles; they weren't worried about their own situation, but rather held a certain arrogance and mockery, as if they had just watched a brilliant magic show put on by a circus.

If the occasion weren't inappropriate, some would have applauded.

Which of those present wasn't a wealthy and influential member of New York's high society? No one would take this strangely dressed "clown" seriously.

However, only Tony felt some unease.

"Hey, green-faced buddy, could you please release Miss Vita first?"

Secretly pressing a hidden button on his watch, Tony put on a calm expression and leisurely adjusted his collar.

"If you leave now, I can pretend this never happened. If you remain stubborn, what follows won't be something that can be resolved with minor skirmishes..."

Following his warning, seven or eight armed, black-suited bodyguards emerged from various parts of the banquet hall.

These men didn't say a word; their demeanor was as cold as soldiers, their silent gazes like curved blades fixed on Loki.

It was as if any dangerous move from Loki would result in his immediate execution.

"Miss Vita-Milk."

Loki ignored them, instead putting on an affectionate expression.

"Vita... it's Miss Vita."

Vita weakly corrected, twitching her lips.

"Okay, okay, Miss Vita-Milk."

At some point, Loki had once again produced a vibrant rose in his mouth.

Pressing one of her hands against his chest, Loki spoke gently.

"Vita-Milk... can you feel the intense love I have for you?"

"...It's Vita, not Vita-Milk!"

Miss Vita wanted to correct him out of anger, but the violent thumping of his heart was too intense, as if it were about to jump out.

"Hiss—"

Startled, she quickly withdrew her hand, pointing in disbelief at his throbbing heart.

"You, you..."

Accompanied by the loud heartbeat, his heart unscientifically stretched outward into a heart shape.

As Loki moved back and forth in a dancing step, striking a peculiar pose of offering his heart, a pink heart-shaped bubble flew out from his chest, floating towards Miss Vita.

Unable to resist, she gently touched it with her finger.

Pop.

The bubble burst, releasing even more small, glittering bubbles that fluttered around the two like butterflies.

[Emotional value from Miss Vita +1.8]

[Emotional value from the banquet crowd +17.9]

[Emotional value from Tony Stark +199]

This scene was too absurd, not real enough, like a fairy tale.

The crowd stirred somewhat, and Tony's face darkened. He was about to order the bodyguards to rush forward and rescue Miss Vita.

Thump, thump, thump...

Leading a group of people, Obadiah Stane rushed in from outside, shouting as he came.

"What's wrong? Tony, I received your distress signal!"

The moment he entered, he saw the uniquely dressed Loki.

Without a second thought, Obadiah ordered.

"What are you all doing standing there? Take him down!"

"Wait, you'll kill them!"

Tony Stark was shocked; he hadn't expected his uncle to be so reckless.

But the rapid gunfire had already begun, and he could only angrily watch as the bullets flew towards Loki and Miss Vita.

The crowd gasped in unison, quickly pulling away; no one thought they could survive in such a hail of bullets.

"Heh heh..."

Loki chuckled, his body beginning to spin rapidly, like a red whirlwind, firmly guarding Miss Vita.

Only when the gunfire stopped did the whirlwind return to human form.

However, at this time, Loki's clothes looked miserable, covered in bullet holes from top to bottom.

The air was filled with the strong smell of gunpowder, but strangely, not a single drop of blood flowed.

Seeing that Miss Vita was unharmed, Tony's eyes first lit up with joy, then he immediately turned to Obadiah and angrily said.

"Obadiah, your actions are too reckless!"

Even if he was his uncle, he couldn't condone this.

But Obadiah just curled his lip in disdain, revealing a hypocritical expression.

"Tony... I was saving you."

"You..."

Ding, ding, ding...

A distant sound once again attracted everyone's attention.

That seemingly miserable figure seemed to regain life and began to sway his body.

With his swaying, brass bullets clattered to the ground.

[Emotional value from Miss Vita +1.99]

[Emotional value from the banquet crowd +20.3]

[Emotional value from Obadiah Stane +169]

[Emotional value from Tony Stark +233]

This time, everyone saw Loki's extraordinary nature.

"God... he's not dead?!"

"Incredible..."

"Is he wearing military-grade body armor?"

"..."

Listening to the surrounding exclamations, Obadiah's face was gloomy. He was already unhappy after being yelled at by Tony, and seeing that the person he wanted to kill was completely unharmed, he didn't care about anything else and urged his men to continue attacking quickly.

But Loki clearly didn't have the habit of passively taking a beating.

He just let out a strange cry, transformed into a red whirlwind, and swept through the gunmen in the blink of an eye.

When he returned to his original position, he was already holding a firearm in his hand, and also... a piece of clothing.

"Wait... clothing?"

Obadiah felt his lower body was too cool and couldn't help but look down.

Buzz!

His mind went blank, his face flushed red, and all his clothes were gone except for a pair of red boxers printed with little bears.

Shame and anger.

Obadiah shouted with red eyes.

"What are you still standing there for? Quickly take down that damn bastard!"

The gunmen reacted and quickly took out daggers and short clubs from their bodies, fiercely attacking Loki with murderous intent.

"Wow... to be honest, your taste is a bit unique."

Waving his finger, Loki taunted Obadiah in a strange tone.

Looking at the other's resentful gaze, he dropped the weapon in his hand and smiled playfully.

He grabbed the clothes with both hands and yanked them to the sides.

Crack, crack, crack.

Exaggerated, dense gun barrels protruded from his chest.

Tear—

The attacking gunmen slammed on their brakes, looking at the scene before them, scared to death.

That was fear.

Guns don't care who you are, what your status is, or how much money you have.

When the gun fires, everyone is finished.

Looking at the fear in everyone's eyes, Loki swept the gun across everyone's faces one by one.

His eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he said in an extremely joyful tone.

"Now... robbery!"

[Emotional value from Miss Vita +2.1]

[Emotional value from the banquet crowd +29.3]

[Emotional value from Obadiah Stane +199]

[Emotional value from Tony Stark +299]