American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Seeing that he had done something wrong, Mocha quickly apologized: "S-Sorry, I didn't see anyone there."

( * ￣ ︿ ￣ ) "......"

"Ah, no, that's not what I meant... I mean, you're too dark, I didn't see you......"

Mocha waved his hands, trying to express himself more precisely.

Luke's face darkened even more.

Saying I'm dark?

If you can't speak properly, say less, or I'll report you for discrimination!

He had originally planned to stop the other person and ask a few questions, the entrance moves and lines were all designed in his mind.

Just as he was about to speak, he was grabbed by the other party, and before he could react, he was vomited on from head to toe.

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Damn it... my girlfriend just bought me this new shirt!!

Not holding onto the wall, but holding onto me instead?

Clap.

Angrily throwing the handkerchief on the ground, he grabbed his collar and slammed him hard against the wall.

Before Mocha could scream, a photo was slapped in front of his eyes.

It was the photo of the monster with its head split into four pieces.

Mocha was so nervous he was about to die, his eyes involuntarily falling on the photo.

When he saw the content of the photo clearly, he screamed in fright, shaking his head repeatedly, struggling violently.

"N-No, I didn't see it, I really didn't see it!"

But no matter how he struggled, he couldn't escape Luke Cage's strength.

"As expected... you seem to know something."

Pressing his head against the wall with one hand, Luke finally uttered the lines he had designed long ago, his voice low and hoarse, as if from a monster from the underworld.

"Now, tell me... what did you see that night two weeks ago?"

"I-I don't know, I didn't see anything!"

Mocha was frightened and his heart was pounding, his trembling lips constantly repeating this sentence.

His body was swaying, showing obvious signs of abnormality.

Luke, being experienced, didn't waste any words, grabbing the other person's body and forcefully turning him around.

Staring into Mocha's eyes, he threw a punch, heavily grazing his head and slamming into the wall behind him.

Bang!

"Listen... I know you're very scared right now, after all, such a terrifying thing happened.

But, blindly running away won't solve any problems."

Luke's speaking speed was very slow, trying to make sure the other person heard every word clearly.

"I heard that you haven't been home for two weeks.

Think about your lovely wife, and look at yourself now, do you think you can keep running away like this?!"

Language is a weapon, Luke tried to use the other person's wife to pry open his psychological defenses.

"No, you, what do you understand?

You don't understand anything!!"

Luke's words obviously had an effect, Mocha pried at his hand, excitedly trying to break free.

"That kind of monster, is simply not something we humans can resist!

We are too small......"

As he spoke, his eyes were hazy, as if he had returned to that night two weeks ago.

On the street.

Cars, explosions, flames......

Female screams, male roars, the roar of guns, and the scythe of death that occasionally lit up in the darkness.

That was not a battle, that was a massacre, a massacre of humans by demons!

Mocha huddled in the corner, his eyes red, carefully covering his mouth, his whole body trembling.

Never before had he admitted the weakness of mankind at this moment.

Even those muscular, gun-wielding strongmen were still unable to face it.

He saw with his own eyes, that man, no... it should be, that monster!

That head was like a split orange, with red tentacles, dragging a scythe of death, shooting out from inside.

By the time he reacted, the ultimate fear and death had already unhesitatingly devoured that land.

"That is hell, the deepest abyss of nightmares......"

Mocha didn't even know how he escaped.

Maybe it was luck, maybe that monster didn't care about his little life.

He survived.

Even so, there was no way to forget the nightmare that happened that day!

Listless, drowning his sorrows in alcohol all the way, trying to numb his nerves, Mocha weakly tried to forget the past.

Didn't he go home?

No, Mocha still went back.

He just didn't go inside, standing in the yard, fearfully looking through the window, shrinking his shoulders, like a frightened ostrich, watching that terrifying scene.

"Ah... I saw it, I saw my wife's death with my own eyes.

How that monster killed her, and then transferred into her body bit by bit......"

"That kind of scene is really... too terrible!"

[Emotional value from Luke Cage + 343]

Looking at the pitiful man in front of him, he babbled and repeated everything as if he was saying his last words.

"......"

Without disturbing him, Luke knew how much pressure was accumulated in this man's heart.

Those things, just thinking about them, would make one's spine tingle and shudder.

At the same time, his mind was racing, constantly extracting important information from the other party's words.

Intertwining this information with the intelligence in his mind, Luke tried to piece together the original appearance of the incident!

Soon, his expression changed, grasping a certain key point.

"Mocha, do you know who those black-clothed men with guns are?"

Mocha was stunned by this sudden question, frowning and thinking for a long time.

Luke waited patiently, and soon, Mocha's brows relaxed, as if he knew something.

"I know, those people are......"

"Oh... so you're here." A cold voice suddenly came from above.

Before anyone could react.

Cha.

A grenade landed on the ground.

Luke Cage's expression changed drastically, grabbing Mocha suddenly and pouncing forward.

Boom!!

The huge explosion swallowed the entire alley.

The powerful force blasted Luke Cage and Mocha away on the spot.

Bang!

Protecting Mocha, Luke Cage crashed straight through a wall.

Stones fell crackling down, and the splashing smoke buried the two of them.

This huge impact made his internal organs churn a little, Luke didn't have time to look for injuries, and looked down anxiously.

"Mocha, wake up......"

His sternum was already broken, and a steel bar was inserted into his waist.

Blood was constantly pouring down from his forehead, and as if in his final moments, Mocha uttered a few words intermittently.

"Please... save my... wife... it's... it's... Ireland......"

He died.

"Mocha......"

Luke felt sad in his heart, this poor man did not die that night two weeks ago, but died in this deserted alley.

Until his death, he was worried about his wife.

[Emotional value from Luke Cage + 477]

Clap.

Clenching his fist, there was a fire burning in his heart.

There was a surge of anger stuck in his chest, which could not be vented!

"Heh~ Died so easily?

Sure enough, grenades are too crude, completely not in line with my elegance~"

Golden hair tied behind his head, wearing a white mask, Baroque stood up from the roof unhappily.

"Forget it, let's call it a day."

Saying that, he turned around to leave.

The next second.

Bang——!!

A black shadow rushed out of the rubble pile fiercely.