American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

An hour later.

With his hands cuffed in special restraints, Frank was held in a special room.

This room was covered with special tempered glass, enough to ensure the safety of the interrogators.

Standing outside the room, Nick Fury's voice revealed no emotion as he spoke through the glass.

"Frank, what exactly happened during the 12 days you were missing?"

"......"

"What's going on with your body now?"

"......"

"Why did a fragment of the Killing Stone appear in your heart?"

"......"

"Don't tell me you voluntarily became a vampire?"

"......"

With a wry smile, Frank finally raised his head and said, "Alright, it was like this..."

He told Nick Fury in detail about how he met Muzan Kibutsuji, how he fought him, was imprisoned by him, and even experimented on.

There was no need to hide this information; he needed to use S.H.I.E.L.D.'s power to deal with Muzan Kibutsuji.

Listening calmly to Frank's narrative, Nick Fury's face didn't change at all. After he finished speaking, he repeatedly asked about the specific details several times, then suddenly took out a small knife from his pocket.

He stared at Frank's face and slowly cut a bloody mark on the palm of his right hand. As the blood flowed out, Nick Fury slammed his bloody palm hard against the glass in front of him.

"Tell me, Frank, do you... want to drink my blood now?"

His eyes locked firmly with Nick Fury's, with not even a hint of bloodlust on his face. Dressed in a white hospital gown, Frank didn't move at all.

"Nick Fury, if you want to test me, you'd better send two blonde babes over!"

Good, he can still tell jokes, so his sanity seems to be fine.

Nick Fury nodded in confirmation. S.H.I.E.L.D. had dealt with vampire clans quite a bit, and it was rare for infected humans to remain calm when seeing blood like Frank did.

With that, he smiled and retracted his hand.

"Frank, I think you need to change into a new set of clothes now..."

… …

Rustle—

The weather changes quickly; in the blink of an eye, a drizzle began to fall.

The Umbrella Corporation logo occasionally flashed on the electronic screens on both sides of the street.

【Recently, the Umbrella Corporation, which has become very popular in the international market, has successively launched a variety of health care products, among which the 'T-Type Universal Energy Recovery Potion' is the most popular among the citizens of New York City...】

Holding a black umbrella, Kingpin smiled gently as he gentlemanly opened the car door for his girlfriend.

"Vanessa, I enjoyed this meal very much."

"Wilson, me too."

The two hugged lightly, and his girlfriend left in the car.

Only after the vehicle disappeared into the misty rain did Kingpin slowly turn around and walk towards a dark alley on the side.

Here, Bullseye was heavily knocking several assassins to the ground.

"Tell me, who sent you here?"

His expression was quite ferocious, and the bloodstains on his face added to his ferocity.

But those assassins surprisingly possessed professional ethics, even when threatened by metal playing cards cutting their necks, they still yelled.

"Dream on!"

"Idiot!"

"Pui!"

"......"

Wiping the saliva sprayed on his face, Bullseye's mouth curled into a sinister smile. His eyes flashed with coldness; these guys simply didn't know what was waiting for them.

"Very good, I like your appearance of rather dying than complying, but believe me, no one can remain tight-lipped in the 'Clubhouse'!"

His ears twitched, ignoring them, and slowly got up from the ground. A huge shadow was standing at the entrance of the alley.

"Boss, you're here."

"Yeah."

The black shadow moved two steps towards this side, and Kingpin's face was revealed from the shadows.

His face was icy cold, and the anger in his eyes was brewing, as if it were a volcano about to explode.

He hated these assassins, and even more so those foolish guys who were making small moves behind the scenes, trying to challenge his authority, but what he hated most was the assassination when he was with his girlfriend Vanessa.

It made him feel disrespected, and he felt very irritable. Once he was irritable, he became very angry, and once he was angry, he wanted to... kill!

And the moment this thought arose, he no longer controlled his power. The assassins came from other countries, and originally wanted to ridicule Kingpin's figure and appearance, but for some reason, the moment they met Kingpin's eyes, they were cruelly stared at by a hungry wolf in the wilderness.

The air became viscous, and every breath was taken carefully, like tasting fear. Death was like a life-threatening note that went straight to the bottom of their hearts, and the dark Grim Reaper was already wielding his scythe and sneering.

Calves and teeth began to tremble uncontrollably. In just a short moment, Kingpin's aura shattered their defenses.

No... that's not a hungry wolf, it's a mammoth!

Without even looking at the three idiots behind him, Bullseye moved his body to make way.

The huge body walked past him, and the expected wails would soon come.

Peng! Peng! Crack!

The tremors behind him shook even the ground, accompanied by dense bone cracks and screams. The taste of blood instantly filled the alley.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

The movement behind him finally stopped.

Then, some inexplicable incantation suddenly sounded. This incantation was strange and inexplicable, with an evil atmosphere. Just uttering it, even the air began to twist.

Bullseye stood still, not daring to move. He guessed in his heart that it must be related to the black leather book that fell from the sky that day. He had seen this strange magic more than once.

After a while, the incantation behind him suddenly stopped, and Bullseye's mouth grinned, slowly turning around.

Although the assassins on the ground still looked miserable with broken hands and feet, their bodies had turned into another beautiful appearance.

"Women!"

Clap clap clap.

He clapped his hands excitedly, "Boss, your magic is really awesome!"

Not to mention never seeing it before, he had never even heard of it before.

"Okay, call a few people over to take them to the Clubhouse. The people there will make them reveal all the information!"

"Understood."

Before long, a black van drove to the alley entrance, and several younger brothers very skillfully carried them away.

This was not the first time they had done this, and with this batch, they had already caught 27.

The muscular man driving the car was particularly burly. He shook his pectoral muscles, glanced at the three unconscious ladies in the rearview mirror, and showed an exaggerated expression.

"I don't know where the boss got these kinds of goods, each one with a better figure than the last!"

"Yeah, I wonder when it will be our turn to have some fun?"

The yellow-haired man in the passenger seat was drooling, and he beat his chest and stamped his feet at the thought that none of this had anything to do with him.

"Alright!"

A man in a shirt in the back seat interrupted them, his voice grave.

"I haven't heard of a single woman who entered the club ever leaving! No matter what, the boss personally found them. If you don't want to die, shut your mouths!"

"Yes."

x2

......

Back in that alley.

Ring ring ring ~

Wiping the blood from his hands with a handkerchief, Kingpin waved Bullseye away, took out his phone, and held it to his ear.

"Boss, the man who left before, named Muzan Kibutsuji, has reappeared. He found us and hopes we can provide some assistance."

"What kind of assistance?"

"A... larger room."

"Then provide it for him."

Click.

Hanging up the phone, Kingpin's expression shifted, and he turned to look behind him.

Unbeknownst to him, a red "devil" had appeared.

"I heard the screams from a long way off. Kingpin, tell me, what have you been doing here?"

Daredevil, Matt, fears no one, even if that person is the kingpin of New York's underworld.

But Kingpin is even less afraid of him. He didn't even take out a * * * *, just stood there casually, moving his fingers. His knuckles were unusually large, and each time he hit someone, it brought a strange sense of satisfaction.

And that satisfaction, mixed with the smell of blood, permeated between each of his fingernails.

"Daredevil, I think... I don't need to tell you anything."

For Kingpin, Daredevil is an obstacle, but if used well, his personality can be used to work for him indirectly, just like now.

"But, I can give you a message."

"......"

Standing there in silence, Matt's brain quickly calculated Kingpin's purpose.

"An Asian man named Muzan Kibutsuji seems to have something called a Killing Stone fragment in his possession..."

Kingpin smiled wickedly. In Matt's radar senses, even the sweat in his pores exuded the scent of conspiracy.

"I used to have some connections with The Hand and know that it's a big deal. Recently, there have been an unusual number of disappearances in Hell's Kitchen. If you're interested, you can go to the Chrysler Building and take a look. I think..."

Whoosh!

Before Kingpin could finish speaking, Matt's body leaped upwards, stepped on the roof on one side, and flipped away.

An unprecedented anger surged in his heart. Elektra's death was related to the Killing Stone fragment, and now, although Kingpin was vague, just thinking about it, someone must be doing something with the Killing Stone fragment!

As the guardian of this area, Kingpin's problem can wait. The Killing Stone fragment issue is the most important thing!

And Muzan Kibutsuji, that unfamiliar Eastern name, Matt... remembered it!

"Go investigate, go fight. It's best... to bring your partner!"

On the spot, Kingpin's gaze left Matt's figure and scoffed.

Kingpin didn't know whether the disappearances were related to Muzan Kibutsuji. He was just saying it casually. With the information about the Killing Stone fragment, the other party could easily connect them.

And he had no psychological burden about backstabbing his teammates. He was already wary of Muzan Kibutsuji. Now, guiding Daredevil to confront him to test Muzan Kibutsuji's strength was the best thing he could do!

Those who want to take advantage of Kingpin's arrogance must pay the price!

Letting out a sneer, he turned and quickly left.

......

Buzz ~

A black car with its headlights on sped through the rainy night.

"I don't know what the physiological differences are between vampires from the East and our local vampires, but as long as they are still afraid of sunlight, we can use modern weapons to deal with them!"

Driving the car, Barton glanced at Frank in the passenger seat and gave his opinion.

Click.

Inserting the last crystal-clear ultraviolet bullet into the magazine, Frank tested the feel of the gun handle and nodded in a deep voice.

"Barton, I agree with you. These ultraviolet bullets give me a burning sensation just holding them in my hand.

To be honest... I'm already looking forward to the moment when I shoot these lovely little toys into that monster!"

"There will be a chance."

"Thanks."

15 minutes later.

Barton and Frank arrived near the factory where Frank had been held.

The location of this factory was quite remote, and the surroundings were as quiet as a haunted house. Even the air felt colder than other places.

Parking the car in an inconspicuous place nearby, Barton exchanged a glance with Frank, who was carrying a longbow, and they came to the factory door one after the other.

Their pace was quite light, and they didn't make a sound.

The two were not in a hurry to break in. They cautiously circled the outside of the factory first, and after confirming that there were no traps, they used a special wire to insert into the keyhole of the door and quietly opened it.

But as soon as the door was pushed open a crack, a strong smell of blood rushed in.

The rich, almost pungent smell was like having a blood-filled pool inside, impacting people's nasal cavities!

Not good! x2

The instinct of crisis stimulated their bodies. Just as they subconsciously raised their longbows and guns, they saw countless gray-black arms densely extending from the crack in the door, grabbing the left and right frames of the door!

Boom——

The door was instantly pulled open with great force.

Frank and the others retreated quickly. The feeling of danger stimulated their nerves, causing them to retreat again and again.

As the large iron door was heavily pulled open, a strange roar came from inside the factory.

"Giggle giggle..."

It was a strange tone, disgusting, nauseating, as if the sound of flesh and bones rubbing together.

Just hearing the sound made them feel unwell and disgusted and wanted to vomit.

But Frank and the others had undergone professional training. They were battle-hardened, and they overcame the discomfort of their bodies with just a slight frown.

They belonged to the left and right sides, standing in appropriate positions, holding guns and bows, and being careful to guard against them.

Then, before their eyes, a "giant centipede" composed of a large number of human bodies slowly protruded from the dark factory.

It stretched its head high, overlooking the two "little bugs" below.

"Giggle giggle..."

The huge size, the extremely blasphemous and twisted body, with a strong stench of blood and madness, showed a sense of terror as soon as it appeared.

[Emotional value from Frank Castle +1648]

[Emotional value from Clint Barton +1679]