American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Squeezed in the crowd, Coulson lowered his head, reporting the situation on the scene to Nick Fury while relaying the contents of the letter Loki left behind to Director Fury.

"Yes... Loki did mention vengeful spirits and curses."

【Emotion value from Nick Fury +244】

Although Coulson didn't believe in things like vengeful spirits and curses, the order from Director Fury made his expression serious.

"Coulson, I now order you to stay in a place where you can monitor Stark at any time.

In addition to ensuring his personal safety, immediately arrest Loki if you spot him!"

Speaking of this, the voice on the phone paused for a moment, adding.

"I will send Black Widow to assist you."

竟然 需要 黑寡妇 出动 ......

【Emotion value from Phil Coulson +211】

Coulson was slightly stunned and replied.

"Yes."

......

The news of what happened at Stark Industries that day spread throughout the streets of New York.

However, the public only regarded it as a small prank, the ravings of a lunatic desperate to become famous.

Everyone unanimously believed that his final fate would be to be confined to some mental hospital or prison.

Therefore, this news did not cause any waves in the market and disappeared after two days.

But would Tony Stark really be as fearless as he said?

Seaside Villa.

"Jarvis, are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

"Yes, sir.

I am an intelligent program created by you and will not be mistaken."

Tony Stark's face was heavy. He prided himself on being the most genius person on Earth, and he held no doubt about this.

He used to think that there was only one artificial intelligence in this world, and that was Jarvis, which he created.

But now, the sudden appearance of a mysterious artificial intelligence was like a resounding slap in the face, making him somewhat embarrassed.

"When did this happen? How come I don't know?"

Tony asked with a grim face.

"Sir, I only noticed the existence of that artificial intelligence at the press conference."

"The other party is female, and the personality settings are completely different from mine.

Although I repeatedly requested to talk to her, I was rejected by the other party."

Hearing this, Tony laughed.

"Female? Jarvis, are you trying to pick up a girl?"

This sentence was quickly refuted.

"Sir, my character is set by you. You have given me the greatest curiosity. I have considerable curiosity about this newly appeared lady."

"Alright..."

Coming to the wine cabinet and taking out a bottle of red wine, Tony poured himself a glass.

Clearly it was the most top-notch red wine, expensive, but now he was not in the mood to appreciate its taste.

Looking at the thick clouds outside the window, Tony felt a faint unease in his heart.

He couldn't help but send a text message to Little Pepper Pepper, telling her not to go out tonight if she had nothing to do and to get a good rest.

Then he took out his phone, found a phone number named Phil Coulson, and hesitated again and again without calling.

"Huff..."

Standing in front of the French window, he drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, and looking at the black raindrops hitting the glass, Tony tried to comfort himself.

"Don't worry, it's just a... prank."

......

Rumble!

That night, New York was stormy and rainy.

The Upper East Side of Manhattan, a gathering place for the rich, Noel Manor.

Stretching out a hand, the old butler gently pulled the curtains to block the storm outside the window.

The 11 o'clock bell rang in due course, and the butler carried the prepared black tea and pastries on a tray, walking up the spiral staircase to the master's room on the second floor.

His breathing was smooth, his steps were steady, and he came to the outside of the master's room.

He knocked gently on the door, and seeing that the door was not closed, he apologized and pushed the door in.

In the dim light, the old butler tried hard to identify the situation in the house.

The situation in the room was a bit delicate, a chair fell on the ground, and some documents were scattered all over the place.

There were two quite obvious palm prints left on the precious and fluffy carpet.

What happened? Where did the master go?

Putting down the tray in his hand, the butler did not dare to neglect, calling out his name while looking around.

But he just couldn't see the master's figure.

"Strange, it's already this late, could it be that he went out for something?"

"Impossible, if the other party wants to go out, he will definitely notify himself in advance!"

"And if he wants to go out, he will definitely pass through the corridor on the second floor and come to the hall along the stairs..."

"I have been active in the hall and kitchen, and I have not seen the master have any intention of going out during this period..."

Crack! Snap!

The weather outside became even more severe.

The old butler packed up the tray and planned to look for it in other houses.

Creak... Creak...

Suddenly, there was some kind of strange sound in this room.

Stopping his steps, he carefully leaned forward in the direction of the sound.

That was the location of the master's desk.

He poked his head out, carefully pricked up his ears, and listened quietly.

"Sure enough... the sound is coming from the computer speakers."

Although strange, he still subconsciously stretched out his hand and gently tapped the keyboard.

Da.

"Ah ah ah ah! ! !"

Suddenly letting out a scream, his eyes widened, his body fell heavily on the ground, and his hands gripped the ground tightly.

The tree trunks outside the window clawed at the window, black raindrops kept bombarding the glass window, and a flash of lightning in the clouds illuminated the sky, shining on the old butler's pale face through the window.

"Gulu..."

He opened his mouth in disbelief, one hand pointing desperately at the computer screen.

He saw it.

Inside... six or seven figures were hanging in a row.

And one of them was the master he was most familiar with!

A rope hung down from above, tied around his neck, and his fat body swayed gently back and forth, making a rhythmic...

Creak... Creak...

......

Ten minutes later.

Director George Stacy led the police force and rushed to the scene.

They were crowded together, gathered in this room.

The police officers gasped in unison, staring at the characters in the computer without blinking.

"Hiss..."

Director George covered his chest, his whole body chilling.

【Emotion value from police officers +15.7】

【Emotion value from George Stacy +211】

What is this? A ghost story?

In that computer, in addition to the missing owner here, there were more missing people.

And the identities of those dead...呸, missing people were all rich or noble without exception.

Boom——

Outside the window, there was lightning and thunder.

The rapid and harsh mobile phone ringing sounded one after another in this room.

Without taking his eyes off the corpses on the computer, George hung up the phone in his hand, and he knew in his heart.

His trouble... is coming!

That night, the police station was brightly lit and crowded with people.

The police cars on the streets rang all night.

The people said that there had never been a day when New York was so safe at night.

Until dawn, after statistics, seven missing cases occurred in one night.

And at every missing scene, the corpses of those missing persons could be seen hanging on the TV or computer screen.

This matter was quickly reported to the government's senior management.

The senior management was furious, and the rich were even more in danger.

As the saying goes, pressure creates motivation. After sorting out all night, the police station quickly realized that these people's "disappearances" had one thing in common.

That is, they almost all attended the new product launch held by Mr. Tony Stark on the same day.

And at that press conference, which was regarded as a prank, the "mysterious video" and Loki's letter were heavily mentioned.