American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Recently, she has been investigating several cases of serial dismemberment murders in Hell's Kitchen.

Just as she was about to find a clue, her superior called her into the office this morning to talk, asking her to give up the investigation.

"Impossible!"

She refused her superior's order without even thinking.

But the superior warned her that the CIA was now involved in this case and they had no right to interfere!

Knowing there was a big secret hidden inside, a reluctant Misty turned to Luke Cage, hoping for his help.

"What's the matter? Tell me about it first."

Having dealt with Misty more than once, Luke understood her character and knew that every time she came to him, it would be a big trouble.

Thinking about his girlfriend, he didn't immediately agree, but would carefully consider what she said.

"Huff... The situation is like this..."

Handing out a file bag, while signaling that he could open it and take a look, Misty explained.

"Recently, a series of dismemberment murders have occurred in Hell's Kitchen.

At first, everyone thought it was a vendetta, or a fight between gangs..."

"Luke, you know.

Those gangs often do such stupid things!"

"But this time, after we accidentally obtained a corpse, the situation changed!"

Opening the file bag and flipping through it casually, Luke fixed his eyes on a photo.

In the photo was a dead body.

Male, Mexican, looking around 30 years old.

There were obvious gunshot wounds on his body, directly showing the cause of his death.

But... the strangest part was his head!

"Sh*t, what the hell is this?!"

Luke Cage held up the photo and asked Misty.

If he didn't know that Misty wouldn't joke with him about this kind of thing, he wouldn't believe it!

"I don't know, Luke... Really, it looks like some kind of mysterious life form.

In short, it can't be human!"

(???;)

Ha?

Seeing Luke looking at her suspiciously, Misty shrugged helplessly.

"Luke, I don't mean to deceive you, I really don't know."

Misty didn't hide any information, she really didn't know much about this creature.

"So, this is real!"

Luke Cage was really surprised.

Before, he was always fighting against people, relying on a body of steel, like a street hero, blasting opponents.

It was as natural as bullying little brothers, and every time, he felt a great sense of accomplishment.

Now, Misty... What's wrong?

Asking him to fight monsters?

Hey, Misty... Are you too confident in me?!

I'm just a little bit tougher than ordinary people, with a little bit more strength and resistance to beatings!

Luke complained in his heart while listening to the other party's explanation.

"...Some of the information I know is in that folder.

The number of those creatures will definitely not be small, conservatively estimated to be between a dozen and dozens!

They can extend some kind of fleshy whip blade that is very powerful and fast.

The good news is that they are limited by the human body, so firearms still have considerable lethality against them!

But the bad news is also obvious.

We know too little about them, and it's easy to suffer a big loss!"

Misty paused, looking at Luke expectantly.

"Luke... now, are you still willing to take on this commission?"

Silence.

Holding a photo, Luke's eyes were full of anger.

It was a black thug who he had severely taught a lesson to two days ago in a robbery of an Asian business.

The other party assured him that he would not do it again and asked him to let him go.

Unexpectedly, two days later, he saw the other party's body in the photo.

Moreover, it was in a cruelly dismembered way!

F*ck!!

He took a deep breath, suppressed the irritability in his heart, put the photos and documents back into the file bag, and solemnly said to Misty.

"I, Luke Cage, will take this case!"

… …

Returning home, handing the food to his girlfriend, he went to the study and took out the documents and photos from the file bag.

One by one, Luke looked very carefully.

Not only the information of various dead people, inspection reports, but also some police officers' speculations.

Finally, there were the clues that Misty had obtained in the investigation.

Thinking, he held up a photo.

The man in the photo was in his forties, with slightly pale skin.

He was thin and not tall, with deep-set eyes, a long, thin face, and the roots of his short black hair were yellowing.

He was wearing a gray, tattered coat, with shifty eyes and the appearance of a drug addict.

Moka Sass, his name.

Below the name was a line of small print - Black Fungus Bar.

There was no need for an investigation at all, Misty had already prepared the next step for him!

"If she hadn't been stopped by her superiors, I'm afraid she would have found out the truth long ago!"

Shaking his head amusingly, Luke picked up a photo and put it in his arms.

"However, this is also good."

......

Eight o'clock in the evening, Black Fungus Bar.

The stage flickered, following the music, along the constantly dancing crowd, in a corner at the very back, Moka Sass was sipping beer with a worried look on his face.

"F*ck, f*ck......"

He kept cursing, knowing that he hadn't been home for two weeks.

Every time he thought of his wife, he felt a piercing pain.

But... he didn't dare to go home!

That monster, that monster that occupied his wife's body!

"Damn it, damn it... How could such a monster appear in this world!!"

Pulling his hair hard, Moka wanted to cry in despair.

He was terrified, enduring it alone... not knowing what to do!

At the table to his left, Luke Cage awkwardly refused another girl's invitation, wearing sunglasses and sipping a drink.

He had been sitting for more than 20 minutes and didn't want to startle the snake yet, deciding to observe for a while.

30 minutes later, as more and more people came to the bar, the dance hall became more and more noisy.

Bang!

Unable to bear this noisy atmosphere, Moka cursed and slammed his glass heavily on the table, got up, pushed open the side door of the bar, and staggered out.

Quickly standing up, Luke Cage followed the other party's steps and quickly left the bar.

Step... Step......

His steps were heavy, and he supported the wall with one hand. Before long, Moka couldn't help but bend over and vomit.

"Sh*t, I really drank too much......"

Wiping his mouth, he looked up and suddenly found a "wall" standing in front of him.

Startled, the man quickly stepped back, only to find that the place where he had just vomited was a little... wrong?

"......"

Luke looked depressed, took out a handkerchief, and disgustedly wiped the filth on his clothes.