American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

S.H.I.E.L.D., Desire Magic Cauldron Research Group Laboratory.

"Quick, conduct the 173rd group of control experiments, I need to know the reaction of the Desire Magic Cauldron to different groups of people......"

In the room, while issuing orders to his assistants, Dr. Henry looked obsessively through the glass window at the Desire Magic Cauldron in the experimental room below.

In that white experimental room, several staff members in isolation suits were roughly dragging out two experimental subjects covered in wounds.

Those experimental subjects had distorted faces, and regardless of the injuries on their bodies, they were frantically shouting unintelligible names.

"#￥%@%#......"

Tap tap tap.

"Dr. Henry, how is the research on the Desire Magic Cauldron progressing?"

Natasha strode in from outside the door, looking at Dr. Henry in the room.

"Desire Magic Cauldron? Heh... what a nice name."

Smiling sarcastically, Dr. Henry turned around and handed her a document in his hand.

"This bronze magic cauldron looks quite old. Through the appraisal of professional appraisal institutions, it has actually had a history of tens of thousands of years.

It emits a strange resonance that can convert the pain within a radius of 10 meters into money we know.

The more you hurt yourself, the stronger the pain, the more money will be converted.

The most incredible thing is that these currencies are actually real, can be spent, and their serial numbers and historical issuance records can be found, as if they have always existed in the past......"

Flipping through the document in her hand, Natasha pointed to a certain paragraph inside and read it out softly.

"You are the worm that travels through time.

The song of thunder distorts your form.

Happiness descends.

White as pearls, but with yellow and red chaos hidden in the eyes.

Through the mirror, the reflection will eventually be corrected.

Leave your inner self at the door.

Fingers penetrate the surface into the moist.

You have always been a brand new self.

You hope this is true.

When you dream, we stand beside you.

You can hear our conversations, but will eventually forget.

Now this is happening more and more frequently.

You grant us authority in your rules.

We wait in the stain. And the wording of this situation has been modified.

Repeat that word.

The name of that sound.

It resonates in your home......"

As she read, the paper in front of her suddenly twisted, surrounded by red mist, as if something was whispering in her ear.

The voice was sharp and hoarse, with a kind of magic that corrupted people's hearts. Natasha instinctively resisted, and then, she suddenly lost her hearing. Along with a burst of dizziness, she regained her senses.

In that instant, she threw away the document in her hand and retreated several steps to the door in Dr. Henry's surprised gaze, her body tightly pressed against the door, her pupils trembling, and gasping for breath.

What exactly was that thing just now?!

[Emotional value from Natasha Romanoff +1244]

And from an angle she couldn't see, some kind of red mist was floating out of the Desire Magic Cauldron in the experimental room below, and disappeared in the blink of an eye, like an illusion......

......

Hell's Kitchen, Pier 13, night, windy.

A dilapidated smuggling ship was quietly docked on the riverbank.

Crack.

Pushing open the cabin door in the thick smell of blood, the ponytail-wearing blue-clothed warrior silently wiped his knife. The dim cabin was covered with corpses, and red blood smeared the entire wall.

"Sorry... before I enter S.H.I.E.L.D., I can only let you 'shut your mouths' first."

Zeng.

The sharp long knife was sheathed, and the ponytail-wearing warrior slowly came to the bow of the ship. He raised his face to meet the cold wind, staring at the prosperous city.

"Heh......"

A cold smile was raised at the corner of his mouth, and the violent killing intent seemed to erode the heaven and earth. The free wind hit his body, and was cut away by the invisible sword energy.

At this moment, the sword-wielding warrior whispered in the wind.

"It's better to destroy this city for it......"

......

After Tony extradited Ivan Vanko back to the United States, he personally went to the prison to meet him.

But that guy's eyes were as pure as a baby's, and he didn't respond to anything he asked.

Helpless, Tony could only leave dejectedly. When he returned to the Stark Industrial Building, he found a man he hadn't seen for a long time. The man was holding a pot of lilies and chatting and laughing with Deadpool and Pepper.

Hearing the movement, he quietly turned around and raised his hand to say hello.

"Hi~ Tony, long time no see, didn't you miss me?"

"......Leung!"

As soon as he saw that smiling face, Tony felt his stomach ache again. If it weren't for the Womb-Bearing River water that the other party brought, how could he have become pregnant?

This almost made him a global laughing stock, the target of ridicule on the Internet. Heaven have mercy, how did he get through those days?

In short, this is a very troublesome guy!

[Emotional value from Tony Stark +1153]

Speaking of which, these two can be regarded as acquaintances who didn't know each other until they "gave birth".

To some extent, Leung also contributed to the birth of Anya Stark, the daughter he loves very much.

But in his heart, there will always be more or less awkwardness.

He awkwardly twitched the corners of his mouth and nodded as a greeting, then asked.

"Leung, why did you come to New York? When did you come back?"

"This, well, it's a long story......"

Putting his arm around his shoulder, Leung babbled a lot, repeating the things he had told Coulson and the others about the special training.

Everyone looked at him with understanding expressions. No behavior or thing this man does should be surprising.

"Where's Constantine, why is he gone?"

Looking behind Tony, Leung didn't find Constantine's figure and asked strangely.

"The black magic book he gave me last time is indeed effective.

When I can't sleep at night, I always pick it up and flip through it. It's the best choice for treating insomnia!"

As expected of a black magic book, the sleep effect is so great even before flipping through a few pages!

When I meet Constantine again, I'll ask if there are any other types. Leung has recently been pulling Coulson and the others to hold several hot pot banquets at S.H.I.E.L.D., such as mandarin duck pot, spicy pot, tomato pot, etc.

With so many times, his stomach is a little uncomfortable, and he urgently needs a magic book for strengthening the stomach and digesting food to support him.

"No way, Leung, if Constantine knew that you were using the black magic book he gave you as a tool to treat insomnia, I'm afraid he would laugh like a pig!"

Sitting on the sofa, Deadpool suddenly became depressed when he said this.

"Good fellow, I've known that guy for so long, and he didn't say he would give me anything?

How come he gave you a book so readily after only meeting you a few times?"

[Emotional value from Wade Wilson +1163]

"Wade, you don't know magic... even if I gave it to you, would you understand it?"

Taking out a bottle of expensive wine from the wine cabinet, Tony poured wine for the people present while sarcastically saying to him.

This made Deadpool dissatisfied. He complained like a wronged little媳妇.

"Even if I can't use it, it's good to wipe my butt or pad a table leg with it. It's still a token of Constantine's affection!"

"......"

The wine in Tony's mouth almost spurted out. Fortunately, I didn't give it to you, otherwise Constantine would have sealed you in hell!

"By the way, Leung, where do you live now? If you don't have a place to stay, you can live in my house."

Ignoring that idiot, Tony turned his head and asked Leung.