American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Glug, glug...

Bubbles floated upwards in the dim depths of the Hudson River.

A robotic engineer with mechanical arms emitted light as it carefully explored the 33-meter-deep waters.

This was an engineering team led by Natasha, attempting to salvage the remains of a wraith from the riverbed.

Since separating from Constantine and the others that day, Natasha had been continuously working on this task.

Suddenly, her eyes flickered, and she leaned over the control panel in the cabin, pointing her finger at a spot in the lower-left corner of the screen.

"There, I just saw something blue, like fabric, flash by... Quick, have the robot move closer to take a look!"

Following her orders, her subordinates manipulated the robot to change its angle and head in the direction Natasha indicated.

"Oh... I can't believe it, that's a person!"

Someone in the cabin exclaimed in surprise.

As the robot moved closer and closer, the image became clearer and clearer.

First, a blue sleeve, then an arm.

Following the arm downwards, they saw a woman entangled in straw mats and seaweed.

The woman's upper body was exposed, while her lower body was buried in the silt of the riverbed.

Her long hair floated upwards, intertwined with the seaweed.

Her right arm stretched upwards, the blue sleeve fluttering, just enough to be noticed.

The robot at the bottom of the river had a considerable degree of intelligence.

It adjusted its focus, consciously aiming the lens at the corpse's face.

Her eyes were closed, her skin pale, and her features were beautiful, like a sleeping beauty.

Several subordinates in the room couldn't resist the temptation and gathered around, enthusiastically discussing her appearance.

But Natasha suddenly felt her scalp tingle and took a step back abruptly.

In that instant, it felt as if an extreme chill crawled upwards from her toes along her calves, impacting her nerves.

She seemed to hallucinate, seeing the corpse in the silt staring at her with empty eyes.

"Hiss..."

The hairs on her arms stood straight up, and her whole body was covered in goosebumps.

[Emotion value from Natasha Romanoff +777]

A subordinate noticed her abnormality, turned his head, and asked in confusion.

"Commander, what's wrong?"

Natasha opened her mouth, looked at the screen again, and found that the corpse was motionless, sleeping very peacefully.

But the icy feeling just now was definitely not an illusion.

This well-tempered body had a clear danger response.

Shaking her head, she put aside her doubts for the time being, deciding to find an opportunity to ask Constantine.

Then, she issued an order, instructing them to remove the seaweed and find a way to pull the corpse up.

The team quickly complied.

They followed the order to first remove the seaweed from the woman's body, digging her out of the silt of the riverbed.

Then, they manipulated the robot to tie a rope around the woman's armpits and ankles, relying on the ship's crane to slowly drag the corpse upwards from the depths of the Hudson River.

The engineering robot was directly above her, the camera always aimed at the corpse's face.

This was Natasha's order; only by watching the corpse at all times could she feel a little at ease.

"After dragging her out of the river, sprinkling holy water from the church, and then burning her with fire, it should be okay..."

No, no, that's not safe enough.

It would be best to call Constantine and add two chanting priests for safety!

Natasha was calculating this in her mind when the ship under her feet suddenly shook.

It was as if a powerful monster was pulling downwards.

The ship's crane creaked and groaned, and the alarm spun, flashing red light and emitting a piercing alarm.

Subconsciously looking at the monitor, the corpse had stopped moving upwards.

Without any signs of resurrection or struggle, the woman's hair was long and naturally swaying in the water.

The blue dress blossomed in the water, and her skin was a little pale from being soaked, but it didn't give a feeling of edema.

She lay quietly in the water, sleeping peacefully, as if she had fallen into an eternal dream.

"Hey, go check if there's a problem with the crane?"

A subordinate stood up anxiously and shouted loudly outside.

"There's absolutely no problem with the ship's crane.

It seems like something heavy is pulling it down underwater."

The crew outside the cabin naturally couldn't see the scene inside.

After carefully inspecting the crane and finding no problems, they reported to the personnel inside the cabin.

But that was impossible.

If the crane hadn't malfunctioned, then with just the weight of a corpse, there was no way it could resist the crane's power.

"But, what if it's the corpse of a wraith?"

Squinting her eyes, Natasha muttered uneasily.

The people next to her looked at her in confusion.

Their orders were to cooperate with Natasha's actions and knew nothing about the wraith.

At this moment, one person suddenly pointed at the woman's mouth and shouted.

"Her mouth seemed to move just now, look!"

Coupled with the constantly shaking ship and the piercing alarm, saying this at this time was a bit too terrifying.

Immediately, several people loudly retorted, trying to explain it scientifically.

But Natasha, who knew the inside story, felt a sinking feeling in her heart.

Just as she was about to say something, she saw an arm stretch out from under the corpse's neck, grabbing her body.

The next second.

With a bang, the robot was knocked away by something unknown, tumbling and甩了出去 (shuaileichuqu - flung out).

At this moment, the air in the entire cabin fell silent, and everyone saw an absolutely terrifying scene.

Countless corpses with bluish-purple skin were moving their arms and swimming upwards.

They were numerous, gathered together like a school of fish.

Stretching out their arms, they frantically chased after the corpse of the woman, one, two, three...

More arms grabbed the corpse, frantically pulling it downwards.

[Emotion value from Natasha Romanoff +799]

Crack!

The crane on the ship finally buckled under the strain, emitting a mournful cry as it broke in two.

The winding machine at the bottom spun rapidly, quickly dropping all the ropes into the water.

The ropes were stretched straight down, the ship shook first, and then helplessly began to turn over...

"No, the ship is going to capsize!!"

The huge ship tilted bit by bit.

Several unlucky individuals were flung around, crashing and bleeding, tragically passing out.

Natasha gritted her teeth, grabbed the leg of the table, and yelled, barely preventing herself from being thrown out.

Finally.

Bang—!

The entire ship was completely overturned, emitting a massive amount of bubbles as it gradually sank into the Hudson River.

Glug, glug...

[Emotion value from Natasha Romanoff +871]

...

New York, Los Angeles.

Standing at the entrance of the Cecil Hotel, Coulson enunciated each word, speaking the password with a strong foreign accent in Chinese.

"Li Bo Shan Ji Qi Ga Si ~"

"...Shi Bu Li Xi Zhui Bu Shi!" Dressed in a white coat, wearing flip-flops, Da Vinci slowly turned around, striking a pose and confidently responding with the password.

Extending his hand, Coulson was amiable and introduced himself in Chinese: "Hello, Mr. Da, my name is Coulson."