American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

“Oh... shit! Does it feel like she's cursing me?”

This was too absurd; Deadpool clutched his head, doubting his life.

Giving him a disgruntled glance, Pepper shifted her body, creating a bit of distance, and asked,

“Deadpool, where did Constantine go? Why didn’t he come?”

You should know that these three are always inseparable. This time, Tony wants to show off on the field, so there's no reason for Constantine not to come.

“That guy was going to come at first, but he suddenly received a demon exorcism request and is on his way.”

Raising his hand, Deadpool calmly took a bottle of cola from a spectator on the right, and took a big gulp amidst the other's bewildered expression.

“Huh? That guy can still get requests? I always thought he was either picking up girls or on his way to pick up girls!”

Happy, sitting in the back, was greatly puzzled. From his understanding of Constantine, that guy hadn't properly managed his own office at all. The amount of business he’s received from opening the shop until now is zero.

“It seems to be a request from S.H.I.E.L.D., asking him to go to a small town in Washington State. It is said that a supernatural event occurred there, to investigate a missing writer.

I don't know too much about the specific situation, but Constantine is obviously somewhat interested in this matter!”

“Then... do you know the name of that missing writer?” Pepper asked with some curiosity.

After thinking for a while, Deadpool spat out a name.

“Alan Wake, a bestselling thriller writer.”

“Thriller?”

Pepper was about to ask again when the surrounding crowd suddenly erupted in a huge roar.

Tony Stark, holding his helmet, changed into a beautiful race car driver suit and waved to everyone like a peacock showing off its feathers.

The commentator on the scene was very good at seizing the atmosphere. Seeing this, he quickly ordered the photographer to project Tony's big face onto the big screen, which caused even more cheers.

“I always feel that something is wrong with Tony recently. It seems like he's hiding something from me.”

With a sullen face, Pepper's tone was a little unhappy as she looked at Tony waving below.

As a woman, her mind is very sensitive.

“No matter how I probed, he brushed me off with various reasons, and the occasional look he gave Anya also revealed a hint of sadness from time to time.

It's as if... he knows he's going to die...”

This filled Pepper's heart with confusion and unease.

“Haha, no way, you're definitely overthinking it. Even if someone like Tony can't be infamous for ten thousand years, living a long life is still easy for him.

Don't forget, he was still having a fan party the day before yesterday! I recorded the mechanical dance on stage, do you want to watch it!”

Taking out his phone, Deadpool was envious. He didn't believe that a playboy-like, unrestrained life like this would be short-lived!

*Smack*.

A water balloon accurately hit his face.

Pepper glared at him in dissatisfaction: “Deadpool, as Tony’s friend, you should persuade him properly and not let him hang out with some shady people every day!”

Behind him, Happy nodded silently. Yes, he already has a child, it's time to settle down.

“...Shady people?”

Wiping his face, Deadpool was speechless. Are there any two people in this world more shady than him and Constantine?

They are like two scum filters, blocking the scum from the outside world.

But since Pepper said that, Deadpool naturally had to make a guarantee. He crookedly saluted and offered a wonderful plan.

“How about this, next time Tony holds a fan party, you must let him hand all those fans over to me.

I have good marksmanship and many tricks, I will definitely make Tony feel defeated.

Trust me, after experiencing a dozen or hundreds of times, Tony will definitely not hold such a party again!”

“Great... remember to share a few with me.”

Behind him, Happy gave a thumbs up, and euphemistically made a small request.

Deadpool waved his hand and put his arm around his shoulder, looking like they were very close.

“......”

Supporting her forehead, Pepper turned around helplessly, deciding to give up communicating with this idiot.

Although this is indeed a solution, this idea is too flamboyant. Are you sure Tony won't break up with you after doing this once or twice?

Just like that, the three people sat in the stands, chatting casually, watching the performance below.

At this time, Tony Stark had already entered a blue racing car under the spotlight. With a gunshot, the roar of the engine instantly resounded throughout the audience.

*Buzz buzz buzz...*

The tires turned sharply, leaving a black mark on the ground, rushing forward at high speed amidst waves of cheers.

“Tony, go! ! !”

“Charge—! ! !”

“Iron Man! !”

“......”

......

“Iron Man? Tony Stark?”

Inside a certain player tunnel on the edge of the field, listening to the cheers from the stadium, a man in strange attire walked out with a grin.

He held two flickering electric arc whips in his hand, and in the surprised eyes of the audience, he waved his hand and smashed a racing car that drove over with the whip, and then cut the racing car driven by Tony in half.

*Peng! Peng!*

This sudden situation frightened the audience on the scene. They stood up and screamed, fleeing outwards. In an instant, the entire stadium was in chaos.

Tony rolled and flew out of the field, fortunately not suffering any injuries.

“Tony Stark, your Stark family owes our family, and the shame you brought to our family.

Today, I, Ivan Vanko, will make you pay the price! ! !”

With strong hatred, Ivan Vanko held an electric whip and ferociously attacked...

*Pfft*~

A knife tip emerged from his chest. He spat out a mouthful of blood and turned his head in disbelief, seeing a strange guy in a red tights mocking him.

“Buddy, I've seen Tony's armor so often, I have to say, your armor is designed way too low!”

Deadpool pulled out his long knife with a hippie smile, and kicked Ivan Vanko hard in the back.

*Peng!*

This villain, who had just appeared on the stage not long ago and hadn't said a few lines, was suddenly intervened by Deadpool and fell to the ground with a look of frustration.

The words 'too low' insulted his dignity even more. He trembled with anger and gritted his teeth, wanting to get up and teach this foul-mouthed guy a lesson.

He exerted force with his arms, once, twice, three times... Huh?

“Hey buddy, why did you stop after only three? Are you still a man? Keep doing it~”

Twisting his butt, Deadpool sat on Ivan Vanko's back and encouraged him loudly, patting him on the shoulder.

Shit... where did this guy come from?!

Naturally, he would not admit that he couldn't do it. Ivan Vanko turned red and exerted force with his arms, slowly supporting his body... uh, he couldn't support it.

F*ck! !

Watch me not whip you to death, you bastard!

He changed his strategy, grabbing the electric whip with both hands and trying hard twice, but he couldn't swing the whip no matter what.

“......”

Hateful, this posture makes it impossible to swing the whip. Ivan Vanko's face turned livid, and he shouted angrily.

“Shameless guy, get off me quickly, otherwise I will definitely let you know how powerful I am! ! !”

“Yo ho~ What's so powerful? Show it off and let me see!”

His body suddenly pressed down, and Ivan Vanko couldn't support it and slapped to the ground. His heart was full of resentment, feeling that he was so unlucky. His enemy was right in front of him, but he couldn't kill him. This suffocating emotion made him crazy.

“Stark, you fame-seeking people, your whole family are thieves and executioners. I curse you to be poisoned to death by palladium, and you, you foul-mouthed guy, I curse you to be...”

With red eyes, pounding the ground loudly, Ivan Vanko's face was full of hatred, and his words were full of unwillingness.

But Deadpool didn't have the mood to listen to him anymore, and smashed him on the back of the head with the hilt of his knife, knocking him unconscious.

It wasn't until this time that Pepper and Happy reacted and threw a box at Tony's feet.

“Thank you, but I hope you can be a little faster next time!”

Standing up, dusting off the dirt on his body, Tony complained unhappily.

He was almost going to see God.

Stepping on the box, activating the portable armor Mark 5, as the armor attached to the body and deformed with a series of clicks, Iron Man Tony Stark finally made a shining appearance.

Raising his hands, the palms of his hands emitted dazzling white light, suddenly aiming in a certain direction.

“Who are you, friend?”

Leaning against the wall, the blue-clothed Ronin with a single ponytail turned around gently. His eyes scanned Tony's armor like a sharp sword, and then coldly spat out his name.

“Nobunaga.”