American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Umbrella Corporation, Hive Base No. 3, Sector B.

Dong—!

The metal door in front of the passage vibrated. Two hands pressed against the metal door, pulling a dark head out of the doorway.

"Pui!"

Luke Cage spat disdainfully at the corpse in front of him, wiped the blood off his face, and sneered.

"Hmph... Fire Cloud Evil God, your head isn't as hard as your mouth!"

Perhaps it was five minutes, perhaps ten. When the fight ended, only the victor stood here.

Luke's forehead was bruised and swollen. The opposing Fire Cloud Evil God died with his eyes open in resentment, his skull shattered.

"Luke, what happened to you...?"

Frank had many questions, but this was his biggest concern right now.

"...I don't know."

Turning to look at Frank, Luke clenched his fist, feeling the powerful force within his body.

Without a doubt, he had died, but the T-virus and the serum injected during the Super Soldier experiment had caused some miraculous chemical reaction, allowing him to revive.

This body had become even stronger, like a body of steel.

"Regardless, Luke, welcome back."

With Frank's help, Luke stood up from the ground. Barton had cold sweat all over his forehead; simply standing here seemed to have exhausted all his strength.

Returning his smile, Luke dragged the Fire Cloud Evil God's corpse out of the doorway and used both hands to pry the edges of the doorway to either side.

The metal door emitted a grating screech. Veins bulged on Luke's face as he pried the door open enough for one person to pass through.

He nodded to the two men and walked in first.

Step.

Induction lights lit up in the dark passage, revealing the metal door at the end of the line of sight.

This passage wasn't long, at most a dozen meters, but inexplicably, there was a chill in the air, filled with killing intent.

"..."

Waving his hand behind him to stop Frank from coming in, Luke narrowed his eyes and pried off a palm-sized piece of iron from the metal door behind him, tossing it forward casually.

Buzz~

A crimson laser flashed in the air, bisecting the black iron sheet in one strike. It fell to the ground, shaking continuously, the metal edges at the break resembling lava, emitting wisps of white smoke.

[Emotional value from Luke Cage +1974]

"Hiss..."

Frank behind him gasped, tentatively tossing a pack of cigarettes forward. The same laser in a different place, crimson lines flashed in the air, the cigarette pack burned and shattered into two pieces.

[Emotional value from Frank Castle +1971]

Looking at the burning cigarette pack on the ground, Luke Cage carefully examined the passage, trying to find the components that emitted the laser.

But he searched for a long time without finding anything, and could only secretly admire the designer's high-end technology.

"What to do?"

Although he had great confidence in his current body, Luke didn't dare to risk himself. Frank frowned, looked at the smashed combination lock, and turned to meet Barton's gaze.

"...I have a way."

Biting his teeth, Barton pulled a special arrow from his quiver. He walked a few steps to Frank's side, drawing the arrow with cold sweat on his brow.

"Let me do it, Barton..."

Supporting his arm, Frank's eyes showed concern.

"No... this arrow, I specially saved it for Umbrella!"

Pushing away Frank's arm, Barton began to mobilize his own psychic power.

"Huff... inhale... huff..."

He adjusted his breathing, slowly pouring his psychic power into the arrow.

Buzz~

The arrow trembled slightly, a layer of invisible psychic energy enveloping it. His fingers pulled the bowstring as skillfully as he had done thousands of times, the muscles in his back tensing, his eyes as calm as a black lake.

Hugh!

The black arrow sped forward, passing swiftly by Luke's side.

Red laser lines flashed in the passage. The speeding arrow successfully crossed the first laser, only to be stopped by the second. Red Queen's vision projected here, making a judgment in less than 0.01 seconds.

"This arrow cannot fly through."

Buzz~

The psychic energy on the arrow suddenly burst backward, accelerating again in the impossible. The laser swept across, missing by just a bit, the arrow passing through in an instant.

The laser refused to give in, transforming into a dense web. No matter how it was judged, the arrow's current size and specifications made it impossible to pass through.

"Stay behind."

Although surprised, Red Queen didn't think the arrow could pull any more tricks. The corners of her mouth curled into a cold arc, pronouncing the death sentence.

"Barton!"

Frank and Luke's eyes widened, shouting in unison.

"It's okay..."

Muttering softly, Barton closed his eyes confidently. A smile was on his lips as he fell backward, all his strength exhausted. Barton sent out his peak strike.

Swoosh!

In the possibility within the impossible, at the moment when the arrow collided with the dense laser net, in Red Queen's cold eyes, the rapidly moving arrow flashed and shrank in size, passing through the laser net like an infant's finger in an instant.

Red Queen: "..."

Frank: "..."

Luke: "..."

— Peng!

On the metal door, the fletching trembled wildly.

Crack, the arrow restored to its original size. Electricity... flashed!

Rumble—

The lights in the passage went out in an instant. An invisible electromagnetic pulse burst from the arrowhead, affecting even Red Queen in the central hall. The system was paralyzed for a moment. When Wesker slowly turned his head, his eyes met two pairs of eyes in an instant.

......

New York.

Dong!

Two stacked F22 fighter jets crashed down with a rumble. A giant hand slammed heavily on Tony Stark's body.

Not good!

Peng—

His body fell from the sky, and a large pit was smashed into the ground. Tony's chest light flickered as he lay on the ground, black smoke rising from the armor's forearm. With a crackling sound, electric sparks flashed.

"Mr. Stark, armor damage rate 37%..."

Jarvis provided the armor's information in a timely manner.

"Hiss... I know."

Pressing one hand on the ground, Tony looked at the fighter jets in the sky. The giant infant held one fighter jet in each hand, his golden eyes curving slightly downward, his swallowing saliva filled with... appetite?

This guy... wants to eat me!

[Emotional value from Tony Stark +1989]

Step!

"Mr. Stark, are you alright?"

Spider-Man Peter jumped down from a street lamp, landing beside Tony and extending his arm.

"Haha... I'm not dead yet."

Grabbing Peter's hand and standing up from the ground, Tony joked. The giant infant in the sky was eyeing them covetously, ready to attack at any moment.

"Jarvis, add the giant species to my armor development memo. It's enough to suffer this loss once!"

After instructing Jarvis, Tony didn't dare to take his eyes off the giant infant.

"Kid, if you don't want to die, you can still leave now!"

[Emotional value from Peter Parker +1973]

"No, Mr. Stark..."

Peter looked at the giant infant in the sky, nervously swallowing his saliva and saying.

"That guy seems to have set his sights on me too. I don't want to wander around New York City with him. You know, New York is chaotic enough as it is!"

Tony was silent. Peter was right; he was also being targeted by the giant infant. Leaving rashly wasn't a good choice.

The twin pupils in the sky glittered. Both the Spider-Man below and the armored man were so fiery red. The master of the golden pupil waved his hand excitedly, and the swirling airflow was like a doomsday storm!

Whoosh—

The wind blew from above, mixed with a massive amount of rocks. The two jumped to the sides, using their own methods to dodge. They understood in their hearts that dragging the giant infant here was the best choice. The people of this city couldn't withstand any more disasters!

Dong dong dong!

!

The massive rocks fell like a torrent, smashing the streets into a complete mess.

Spider-Man Peter raised his hand and shot out webs, running on the walls of buildings. He saw Tony fire a blast at the giant infant's head, blasting a hole in its head.

The giant infant's head tilted back, and flesh and blood wriggled in the hole. Peter raised his hand and shot a web, sticking it to the plane in the giant infant's right hand. His body flipped upwards with the pull of the web, jumping onto the plane in a single leap.

Then.

Along the giant infant's arm, straight...up!

"Kid, what are you doing?!"

Tony was taken aback when he blasted another bloody hole in the giant infant's body.

Peter turned a deaf ear, his legs running rapidly. His eyes were full of seriousness, and Spider-Man's super-warning system was fully activated!

Whoosh!

A small bug was rushing upwards. The giant infant's expression froze, and it opened its mouth to bite.

Nom nom ~

—Jump!

The giant infant's head bit towards this side. Peter jumped with both legs, his body pulled by the web. The terrifying bite force tore off the flesh of his arm, and splattered blood rained in the air.

A drop of blood stuck to Peter's face. His body swayed in the air, and his feet landed steadily on the giant infant's head.

Step.

Spider-Man's classic landing pose.

"Good job, kid!"

Flying through the air at top speed, Tony twisted his body and praised loudly.

The giant infant felt its head sink. Its left hand grabbed the plane and swung it directly at Peter, who was standing on its head. The plane never imagined that it would be treated this way one day, and could only wail unwillingly as it smashed towards Peter.

"Buddy, that's the way, come on!"

Even in the midst of war, Peter's trash talk continued. The giant infant's movements made his eyes light up. The warplane that came crashing down slammed into the giant infant's own temple with a bang.

Peng—!

The tip of the plane pierced in terrifyingly, and blood flowed straight out, but the giant infant didn't feel any pain at all, just a little dazed.

Its brain really couldn't understand why it couldn't hit the little bug on its head?

"Such a simple question. An infant's head is extraordinarily large, and its short arms can't reach the top of its own head at all!"

Peter tried his best to stabilize his swaying body, saying it to the giant infant.

Not understanding what this guy was saying, the giant infant wailed, and the halo vibrated!

Buzz!

A hundred-meter gravitational field enveloped the area. Peter's feet loosened, his body lightened, and he flew into the sky.

"Whoa ~"

He hurriedly shot out a web, sticking it to the top of the giant infant's head. The halo above was vibrating violently.

Rocks began to float into the sky like a flood. The streets in the area arched upwards with a cracking sound, and countless vehicles and trash cans flew directly into the sky...

The lights in this area went out completely, and even the buildings were shaking violently.

Boom—

With flames erupting from his feet, Tony arrived in the sky. He spun his body and moved in parallel with 365 unmanned armors. More than 300 pairs of arms simultaneously pointed downwards at the giant infant, and blue-white light flashed wildly in their palms.

"Kid, get out of there. Iron Man's private party time...is here!"

......

S.H.I.E.L.D., Triskelion Headquarters.

Tap tap tap...

Nick Fury was striding down the corridor with Agent Hill.

"Director Fury, Dr. Borg has found a method, but he needs your confirmation."

Agent Hill said as she walked.

"What method?"

Nick Fury's pace was hurried, and he frowned as he asked.

"It's...frequency," Hill explained.

"Frequency?"

"Yes. Dr. Borg developed a weapon in his early years that could transmit a specific frequency into people's brains, causing them mental panic..."

Hill's words made Nick Fury's eyes flicker slightly. He stopped, stood in front of the elevator, pressed the button to go down, and turned his head to confirm.

"You mean, he wants to use this weapon to send this frequency into the brains of all New York City residents?"

"Yes."

Nodding, Hill accompanied Nick Fury into the elevator. As the elevator doors slowly closed, Hill pressed the button for the first basement floor.

"The doctor's method is to create a machine that amplifies the frequency, and then broadcast this frequency to interfere with the giant infant. If all goes well, it might be possible to directly solve the giant infant problem."

"Are there side effects?"

The elevator was running downwards. As someone accustomed to being the director, he clearly saw through the psychology of his subordinates. That subtle hesitation was caught by Nick Fury.

"Yes, Director Fury."

Agent Hill opened her mouth and said seriously.

"The doctor has done experiments. Ordinary people only feel flustered, chest tightness, and mental instability after listening. But the brain waves of the patients in this New York incident are abnormally active. If we choose to use this method, there is a significant probability that it may cause...a vegetative state!"

"......"

Silent, Nick Fury completely fell silent. They weren't fighting this war to create 2.2 million vegetative people.

How many families would be involved in this?

Even Nick Fury, who was accustomed to cruelty, couldn't remain indifferent.

Ding~

The elevator doors slowly opened to the first basement floor.

But the two people didn't move at all, only silence.

With a gloomy face, Nick Fury frantically turned his brain, judging the current situation from multiple dimensions.

Wesker, Umbrella, Giant Infant, New York, Heroes, Citizens......

"......"

Starting the plan might defeat the giant infant, but there was a considerable probability of losing 2.2 million New York City residents.

Abandoning the plan would mean the giant infant and Umbrella would win, and Wesker's New Human God-Making plan would take shape!

Two plans, one of two, neither was easy!

Ding~

As the elevator doors slowly closed, a hand suddenly blocked in the middle.

As the elevator doors opened again, Nick Fury stepped out, having made a decision!

"Agent Hill, take me...to see Dr. Borg."

"Yes."

......

Boom—!

Tap tap tap......

"Albert Wesker!"

The metal door flew backwards with a bang, and Luke and Frank, with clenched fists, walked into the central hall.

Flicking his coat, Wesker turned around. The three didn't need introductions; they had long understood each other.

The projection of the Red Queen fluctuated. The huge projection in the air had disappeared completely. Barton's special [Electromagnetic Pulse Arrow] was indeed powerful, directly affecting the power system of the central hall.

Clap clap clap.

Clapping his hands, Wesker coldly took off his sunglasses, his dark red pupils staring at the two, his tone calm.

"Once the Umbrella Corporation's plan is launched, there will inevitably be obstacles. I expected you to appear here long ago. Oh well, before I become a god, consider this a warm-up activity......"