American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Time passes quickly when a person is alone.

The scenery outside the window had long since changed from day to night.

Coulson glanced at his watch. The time was 11:03 PM. He hoped this night would pass peacefully.

Clatter!

A crisp sound, like some kind of porcelain breaking, followed by a gunshot.

Then, several extremely short screams suddenly rang out, only to stop abruptly.

The sound stopped so suddenly, making people feel uneasy.

Coulson had a bad premonition. He glanced at the flamethrower in the corner, then tiptoed to the door, carefully placed an ear against it, held his breath, and tried his best to listen to the sounds outside.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

It was very quiet outside. He could hear the sound of wind and snow, and some kind of muffled... breathing?

Wait!!

His pupils constricted. Coulson carefully identified the sound and confirmed that it was not his own breathing.

This situation gave him a bad feeling, as if someone outside the door was doing the same thing as him, pressed against the opposite side, and in this silent night, the muffled breathing was transmitted through the door to his ears.

"Glug..."

Carefully swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Coulson slowly took a step back. Just as he turned his body, he saw a black shadow flash past outside the window on one side.

[Emotional value from Phil Coulson +933]

"..."

His body stiffened, and he quickly pulled out his pistol and aimed it out the window. The atmosphere at the scene was oppressive, suffocatingly maddening.

It was pitch black outside the window, with snowflakes constantly hitting it. The wind howled, making one wonder if the previous scene was just a hallucination.

With his back to the door, Coulson tiptoed carefully towards the window.

Suddenly.

Thump, thump, thump.

Coulson shuddered and quickly turned around, almost crying out.

"Captain Coulson, I'm Doctor Blair. I have an important situation to report to you!"

Blair?

Too busy to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, Coulson asked softly.

"Doctor Blair... I think I heard some gunshots just now. I don't know what happened over there?"

"A monster suddenly appeared and attacked us just now, but don't worry, it has been eliminated by us."

Speaking of this, Doctor Blair's tone suddenly became urgent.

"Captain Coulson, can you open the door? I really have something very important to report to you now!"

Coulson refused and asked him to tell him what it was.

Doctor Blair seemed to have some unspeakable secret, constantly prevaricating and hesitating, wanting Coulson to open the door.

But this action deepened Coulson's suspicion.

"Doctor Blair, it is not convenient for me to go out now. If you really have something important, you can tell me directly now!"

As soon as he said this, Doctor Blair immediately fell silent.

Tightening his pistol, Coulson waited for the other party to speak. He already had some bad guesses in his mind.

Thump!

The window on one side of the house suddenly rang, Even though it was night outside, Coulson still caught a glimpse of a huge shadow passing by outside the window.

This was the second time. He carefully aimed his pistol, not daring to be careless in the slightest.

Behind him, Doctor Blair suddenly knocked heavily on the door.

"Captain Coulson, open the door quickly! I must report to you in person!"

"..."

Quickly retreating to the center of the room, under the yellow light, Coulson held his gun, aiming at the window for a while, and aiming at the direction of the door for a while. Then, his scalp suddenly went numb. Something suddenly ran across the roof, making a thumping noise.

Unable to help himself, Coulson tentatively issued an order to Doctor Blair outside the door.

"Blair, I now order you to immediately turn around and return to your room to wait for the arrival of the plane tomorrow!"

His words seemed to have some effect. The sound outside the door was silent at first, and then began to distort, shouting "Open the door" in a strange tone, shaking the doorknob up and down wildly.

Creak, creak, creak...

Thump!

Dense cracks suddenly appeared on the window glass, as if something was hitting it.

Above, some kind of sharp claws were scratching on the tin roof, making a sizzling sound.

Thump, thump, thump...

The yellow light kept flickering, and the whole house was shaking, like an earthquake, with dust constantly falling and landing on Coulson's head and shoulders...

And from an angle that Coulson could not see, Captain America's ear twitched slightly.

The situation on the scene was too dangerous. Coulson ran to the corner, picked up the flamethrower, and shouted out.

"You monsters, whoever dares to take a step in, I will let it taste the power of the flamethrower!"

He confirmed that those monsters had intelligence. Verbal threats might have some effect.

Sure enough, the sounds of the monsters hitting stopped, and the air returned to silence, with only the sound of wind and snow still howling.

But the killing intent still shrouded from all directions, gathering in this small room. They were sure that tonight—no one would survive!

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

Clatter!!

The glass on the window shattered instantly. Coulson suddenly turned around, raised his gun and shot, trying to stop the other party from entering.

But there was a bang above his head, and a monster tore a big hole in the roof and jumped down from above.

With just one claw, it knocked away the gun in Coulson's right hand. Fortunately, Coulson still had a flamethrower in his left hand, allowing him to temporarily drive the monster away with flames.

But before one wave subsided, another rose. The monster outside the window took the opportunity to jump in from the outside, and the tentacles shot out just pulled the flamethrower out of Coulson's hand.

Not good!

Bang—!

The door flew in from the outside.

It was Doctor Blair, who was walking into the room with a strange smile, leading three monsters.

The skin on his face slowly cracked to both sides, and constantly fresh red tentacles stretched from the inside to the outside. Right in front of Coulson, he turned into a three-eyed, arthropod reptile covered in flesh and fascia.

It had all kinds of tentacles growing on its body, and it left puddles of disgusting mucus on the ground. The air in the room was a bit cold, and with the intrusion of these monsters, the stench emanating from them became even more nauseating.

[Emotional value from Phil Coulson +999]

Coulson slowly retreated, carefully took out a grenade from his arms. This was his last weapon.

The monsters, like a pack of wolves chasing prey, slowly approached, surrounding Coulson in a fan shape.

Standing in front of Captain America, Coulson's heart became more and more desperate.

There were so many monsters. His subordinates seemed to be in mortal danger.

And the current time was still quite a long distance from daylight, and it was impossible for a SHIELD plane to appear. That is to say, he was isolated and helpless!

With a bitter smile in his heart, Coulson glanced at the captain behind him and silently shook his head.

"Sorry, Captain, it seems I won't be able to protect you tonight."

Those monsters were extremely intelligent. First, one went around behind him from the side to attract his attention, and then the monsters in front suddenly pounced on him at the moment he was distracted.

At this time, Coulson already had the will to die. He pulled the pin of the grenade, just about to shout, when he suddenly felt his hand loosen. The grenade was somehow thrown out the window, and then his shoulder sank, and a firm voice came from behind him.

"Sir, although I don't know your name, Steve Rogers thanks you for your protection!"

That voice was like heavenly music, so familiar it couldn't be more so. Coulson's pupils instinctively dilated.

The next second.

He saw a hand holding flames, heavily throwing a punch forward.

Bang—!

With a single punch, the air seemed to be squeezed into a concave shape. The surging flames rapidly advanced, carrying scorching energy. In an instant, they engulfed several terrifying monsters in balls of fire.

Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar! Roar!

The monsters let out enormous screams. The monsters rushing from behind, seeing the situation was bad, wanted to escape, but were struck in the back by a backhand punch, exploding into a sky full of fragments and burning to ashes, falling to the ground.

[Emotional value from Phil Coulson +1023]

"......"

Watching the Captain America who looked like the god of fire, Coulson stood there dumbfounded. It wasn't just the sudden awakening of the other party, but also the power they now possessed.

His heart was in turmoil. For a moment, various thoughts raced through his mind.

But Steve had no interest in explaining to him right now. The English in the camp made him feel extremely familiar. He called out to Coulson and lifted his foot to walk outside.

Outside the camp, there were still several scattered monsters, who were found by Steve and easily eliminated.

For him, who now controlled flames, they were simply his natural enemy.

Inside the entire camp, besides the two of them, everyone else had turned into monsters.

After confirming that all these monsters were completely dead, the two finally had time to sit together and chat for a while.

Steve spoke first, introducing his identity and stating his name. But even if he didn't say these things, the people of America knew them like the back of their hand. Coulson had even memorized them by heart.

But he still listened attentively to the other party's introduction, and then, under the other party's expectant gaze, he cruelly spoke the truth.

"I am Agent Phil Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Captain Rogers, we won World War II. You have been sleeping under the ice for a full 70 years. It is now 2008..."

He even took out a figurine from his office, which was Captain America holding up his shield.

While saying these words, Coulson was carefully observing Steve Rogers' expression.

He thought the other party would be surprised, shocked, incredulous, disbelieving...

But after he said this information, that surprise only lingered in the other party's eyes for a brief one or two seconds, and then immediately disappeared, as if he already knew this news.

Coulson's heart became even more strange. He carefully sized up Steve, and finally couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart.

"Captain, those flames of yours?"

If the other party possessed the ability to control flames, then during World War II, the American government would definitely not have let go of this publicity opportunity.

Steve Rogers didn't choose to hide it. Even he himself found this matter somewhat unbelievable.

He carefully considered his words and slowly opened his mouth.

"This flame does not come from the power of the Super Soldier Serum, but was given to me by a man named Buddha during my icebound period.

He reminded me that I would wake up in the near future and would already be in another era."

Buddha? Buddhism, one of the world's three major religions?

Coulson had naturally heard of it, but why would Captain America encounter Buddha? Shouldn't it be an angel or God?

Steve's expression was also a bit strange.

"That man who claimed to be Buddha not only stuttered when he spoke, but was also very different from all the Buddhist myths I knew."

Different, how was he different?

Coulson was very curious, but seeing that the Captain didn't want to say more, he didn't make a nuisance of himself.

He changed the subject and began to introduce information about the current world to Steve.

The two talked for an entire night, until four or five o'clock in the morning, when a sudden 'da da da' sound of propellers came from the sky.

The two walked out of the camp together, and just as they faced the snow, they saw a black, one-eyed man wearing a black trench coat jumping out of the plane.

He first nodded towards Coulson, then quickly walked to Steve Rogers, extending a hand with a smile.

"I am Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. Captain Steve Rogers, welcome back!"

......

New York, Chinatown.

A gathering place for Chinese people. Both sides of the street sell all kinds of snacks. The Dongguo cuisine in the stores is economical and delicious. Natasha comes here every time to have a good meal, letting her taste buds enjoy the paradise of food.

According to Clint Barton, a new hotel called "Kiku Restaurant" has opened here. The chef, Liu Maoxing, has amazing skills. The taste makes those who have eaten it simply linger and forget to return. Some big figures in New York also often patronize it.

"Kiku Restaurant? Find a chance to try it."

Having made up her mind, Natasha reluctantly walked past a certain steamed bun shop. The aroma that hit her face almost made her unable to move her feet.

How could it be so fragrant?

Ugh, I really want to eat it~

She endured bitterly, took out the qualities of a trump card agent, swallowed her saliva, and moved her steps with difficulty.

It's just that her eyes somehow couldn't control themselves, staring straight at the newly steamed buns in that cage.

"Glug..."

This taste is too fragrant~

Grumble...

Her face flushed red, Natasha gently rubbed her lower abdomen, the glutton in her stomach was completely aroused by the taste of this food.

Step.

Turning around decisively, her eyes staring at those steaming buns, she walked straight into that steamed bun shop.

At this time, a person was coming out from inside, brushing past Natasha amidst the landlady's farewell.

He was carrying a bag of breakfast, walking with a vigorous stride, occasionally swinging his fists a few times, appearing to be immersed in his own world and very happy.

Danny?!

From the instincts of an agent, Natasha instantly recognized this man.

Danny Rand, the head of Rand Corporation, a member of the Defenders Alliance, the man codenamed Iron Fist.

Why would he be here?

Frowning slightly, Natasha quickly walked to the landlady and inquired about Danny's news from her.

"Girl, are you asking about him? For the past half month, he has been coming here every morning to buy breakfast. He's a nice person."

The landlady gave a good evaluation based on her own observations.

Natasha was noncommittal, but keenly grasped the key time point of "half a month".

"Half a month? The martial arts gym that Director Fury asked me to investigate, Axing, also opened half a month ago.

Could there be some connection between the two?"

After thinking for a moment, Natasha connected the two, but the landlady on the side was a little dissatisfied.

"Girl, are you buying breakfast or not?"

"......"

Giving a big smile, Natasha decisively went into the house and sat down, waving her hand.

"Boss, give me a bowl of soy milk with sugar, and two cages of steamed buns, with meat filling!"

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Thank you mc square person for the 100 coin reward!

Captain America is too idealistic. If he's not strengthened, it won't work. The original can forcibly go 50-50 (for example, fighting Thanos or something, there are back and forth), but in Snail's worldview, maintaining the original strength and forcibly going 50-50 with the villain characters I draw would be too embarrassing.

Based on this point, giving him Kyo Kusanagi's power makes the character's strength positioning clear and not so idealistic!

The most important thing is that Thanos will definitely be strengthened. If he's like in the movie, he can't compete with King Frieza.