American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Ring ring ring ~

The phone kept ringing in the quiet room. The piercing ringtone was like a death knell, as if it would continue forever.

[Emotional value from Obadiah Stane +763]

Obadiah was covered in cold sweat, not daring to answer. He frantically pushed aside the bookshelf against the wall, revealing a secret elevator.

Without hesitation, he quickly walked in and started the elevator. The bookshelf automatically closed again.

Bang bang bang!

In less than 3 minutes, the door was kicked open from the outside, and Coulson strode in, holding a pistol.

He scanned the room and, not seeing Obadiah's figure, looked at the unfinished red wine on the table. His expression immediately turned serious.

"Obadiah is not here. He has escaped."

"Quickly send another team in. One team searches upwards, one team searches downwards. Make sure to maintain contact at all times.

The other two teams stay in place and be on alert. Immediately intercept any vehicles or pedestrians appearing near the building.

I suspect that Obadiah is very likely to be mixed in among them, trying to escape!"

"Understood!" xN

They were fast, but Obadiah was even faster.

In just two or three minutes, he arrived in a secret underground laboratory.

In the center of the room, on a rack, was a war machine codenamed Iron Monger.

The Arc Reactor stolen from Tony was specially placed in the chest of the armor as a power source.

By the time Coulson led everyone to this place in a hurry, Obadiah Stane was already fully armored and was manipulating the Iron Monger to walk down from the rack with a clang.

"Damn you, you can't stop me!"

Obadiah shouted. Just his running forward caused Coulson and the others' expressions to change drastically, and they had to dodge to the sides.

The bullets hit the Iron Monger, sparking a few sparks, but were as useless as scratching an itch.

"C Team, D Team, quickly go to the underground parking lot exit. Obadiah Stane is escaping in the armor!"

Looking at the direction Obadiah was escaping, Coulson quickly took out his walkie-talkie and began to issue orders.

Peng, peng, peng......

The Iron Monger was very fast, and its metal feet made loud noises as it stomped on the ground.

He ran out of the underground parking lot all the way, his mind still a little confused.

He didn't know what happened to Wujin? Was Tony dead?

Why weren't the little brothers calling him? Had the plan been leaked?

When? By whom......

Sizzle——

At the intersection ahead, several cars suddenly accelerated and rushed over, trying to block his path, but they were crushed and run over by the Iron Monger.

They tried to use guns to make the Iron Monger stop, but they couldn't penetrate its armor at all, and could only helplessly watch him leave.

Tat, tat, tat......

Coulson led everyone, hurrying from behind. He ran while taking out the walkie-talkie and shouting.

"The operation failed, the operation failed, call for reinforcements, call for reinforcements... Barton, what's the situation on your side?"

Barton didn't answer. All that could be heard was heavy breathing and hurried footsteps, and occasionally a loud laugh, as if a perverted madman was chasing behind Barton.

[Emotional value from Phil Coulson +813]

......

Deep in the dark forest.

Swish!

Snapping a big tree, Wujin raised his hand to grab an incoming arrow, and sarcastically said without politeness.

"Archer, no matter how many times you try, the result is the same. Your arrows cannot penetrate my Nen!"

But Barton completely ignored him. His body slid, passing under a crooked fallen tree. He naturally heard Coulson's inquiry on the walkie-talkie, but he didn't have the time right now.

Peng!

Wujin's method was much more violent. Nen surged, directly breaking through the tree and rushing over.

Tat, tat, tat......

Just like that, chasing and being chased, a few minutes later, Barton was overjoyed when he saw the light ahead, and suddenly accelerated towards the front.

Wujin naturally noticed this as well, ignoring the burden on his body and injecting more Nen into his legs, smashing the big tree and rushing towards Barton.

"Here!"

Barton leaped up, took the lead in rushing out of the forest. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his body. He turned around, drew his bow, and aimed back.

Peng!!

Wujin followed closely behind. The two leaped into the air one after another, with a distance of less than 3 meters between them.

Kid... you're dead!

Opening his bloodthirsty eyes, Wujin silently conveyed his killing intent.

The light on his right fist flickered, the ultimate Super Destruction Fist was already brewing.

Heh... idiot.

The corners of Barton's mouth slightly raised, and he countered with his eyes.

Only thinking that it was his last stubbornness before death, Wujin swung his fist forward. Before the fist arrived, the strong fist wind had already hit Barton's face.

But, Barton smiled. He leaned over, curled his abdomen, prepared to release the force in advance, and used the bow to block the fist's edge while desperately shooting the last arrow.

Swish! Peng!

An arrow first shot at Wujin. He wanted to repeat the old trick to flick the arrow away, but unexpectedly the arrow suddenly turned into a net with extremely strong binding force, covering him.

His body was covered by the net, Wujin's body tilted, and he roared and shot without regard.

The 250-pound bow, reinforced with special materials, was only brushed by Wujin's right fist on the surface, and could not withstand the power of the Super Destruction Fist. It was blown into pieces on the spot.

His five fingers curled back, the bones of his arms snapped and broke inch by inch, Barton's eyes bulged, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew backwards rapidly!

Mad!

The Super Destruction Fist failed to hit the opponent because the net covered him. Wujin was anxious and wanted to punch again, but suddenly widened his eyes in disbelief.

Behind Barton, there were two strange-looking armed fighter jets that suddenly appeared as if they had been uncloaked.

The missiles at the bottom of the cabin had already been aimed over. The crisis of death was unprecedentedly strong, and it was shaking his nerves greatly!

Not good!!

Wujin no longer cared about Barton, wanting to forcibly twist his body and change direction in the air, but he was covered by the net, hindering his movements.

His face turned pale, and he instantly panicked: "No, don't, wait......"

The next second.

Boom——!!

With a deafening bang, the sky lit up, and huge flames turned into a small mushroom cloud rising up.

The white heat wave swept across all directions like a typhoon in an instant. Some trees shook violently and couldn't withstand the wind pressure, breaking and smashing on the ground on the spot. Mud and gravel soared into the sky. The ground seemed to be slammed down by an invisible hammer, and a circular giant pit was violently blasted open.

The earth was broken, riddled with scars. Wujin's body didn't resist for even a second, and was instantly shattered by the missile bombing!

"Cough cough......"

On the ground dozens of meters away, coughing blood, Hawkeye Clint Barton weakly lay on the ground.

He felt his body getting more and more tired, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, the fingers pulling the bow had no strength, and even breathing seemed to be exhausting his last bit of strength.

Vaguely, several figures jumped down from the plane and rushed towards him. Before completely losing consciousness, Barton suddenly realized.

Ah... this difficult battle... I won......

[Emotional value from Clint Barton +888]

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