American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Another pitch, a high fly ball out of bounds. So, the score is tied at four to four with the Dodgers.

The scoring is without suspense, he swings the bat, this young man has the ability to strike out the opponent again......

Lying in bed, consciousness hazy, Steve Rogers' eyes moved, slowly opening.

The sound in his ears was somewhat familiar, like a baseball game being commentated. His memory was like frosted glass, so blurred and indistinct.

Clack.

Sitting up from the bed, Steve was still a little dazed.

The room wasn't big. An old-fashioned desk lamp sat on the bedside table, its orange light shining, but not too brightly.

A cabinet was placed against the wall in the corner, with a very old-fashioned radio on top.

He winds up, pitches, a swing, an arc, passing Grimson.

瑞左 scores! 雷瑟 runs to third base, 杜姆歇 is waiting to replace him, they are about to hand off, but stay steady......

The radio continued to sound, Steve rubbed his forehead, feeling a strong sense of incongruity.

Clack.

“Good morning.”

Pushing open the door, a woman with wavy hair, wearing a dark green dress, walked in from outside. She looked at the watch on her hand and smiled.

“You should say, good afternoon.”

“My God... Where am I?” Memory seemed to be missing a large chunk, Steve asked.

“You're in a post-operative recovery room in New York.”

The woman opposite smiled politely, but the sound of the radio made Steve's expression unnatural.

“Where am I really?”

“I don't quite understand what you mean.”

The woman smiled a little awkwardly, wanting to gloss over it, but Steve stared into her eyes, exposing her lie.

“That game was in May 1941, I know, because I was there!”

The woman opposite closed her mouth, a trace of panic flashing in her eyes. She watched Steve get up from the bed and walk towards her.

“I'll ask you again, where am I really?”

The cold voice pierced the woman's heart, she took a step back, covertly pressing the signal transmitter in her right hand.

“Captain Rogers, I......”

“Who are you?!”

Clack.

The wooden door behind the woman was suddenly pushed open, and two black-clothed armed men walked in from outside.

Steve was first startled, then suddenly lunged forward. The two men couldn't withstand his impact at all, smashing through the wall behind them and rolling out.

The wall was so fragile. The scene outside shocked Steve. He stepped over the two armed men he had knocked unconscious, and was shocked to discover that his room had been specially built, and even the scenery outside the window... was a fake photograph!

【Emotional value from Steve Rogers + 1999】

This feeling was not good, like being held captive as some kind of experimental subject!

Tap tap tap......

Rushing out of the room was an even bigger room, then a corridor. People in the corridor saw him come out, shouting and rushing up to try to grab him.

He couldn't stop, running out of the building extremely quickly. The vehicles on the street were full of modern sense. When he finally ran to the crossroads of Times Square, the dazzling signs and fashionable buildings made him stop.

He was stunned.

Everything in front of him was both familiar... and bewildered.

Screech!

Several black cars quickly drove over, surrounding him in the middle. Citizens further away pointed and talked about the scene.

He looked at the car in the middle. As the door slowly opened, a woman wearing a red hat and a blue women's suit got out of the car.

She walked over, extended her hand, and smiled so sweetly.

“Steve... Welcome back ~”

【Emotional value from Steve Rogers + 2000】

……

【This is New York Daily, I am news anchor Emma.

This morning, four illegal thugs broke into Stark Industries, and injured a number of administrative staff. At present, we do not know their purpose, but this matter has attracted the attention of the female president.

New York Mayor Kingpin gave a speech, urging the police to arrest the criminals as soon as possible......】

Watching the news being broadcast on the electronic screen across the street, Constantine, with a cigarette in his mouth, scratched the top of his head of women's long black hair.

“This is really interesting, completely identical to the real New York!”

“If we hadn't come in from the outside, I would have really thought this was the real world, but some details are different from reality. I don't remember when Kingpin became the Mayor of New York!”

Tightening the lace skirt around his waist, Peter couldn't help but express his opinion with a blush. He had crossed paths with Kingpin a few times, and that big fat guy becoming the Mayor of New York was really exaggerated!

Then, he said shyly: “Constantine, do we have to dress like this?”

“Of course, this is necessary disguise!” Constantine pointed to the news on the electronic screen across the street, and said very naturally.

Spider-Man always felt that the pedestrians on the road looked at him with strange and perverted eyes. He lowered his head, hiding his face.

“Hey, isn't it the fact that the president changed from a man to a woman? I really want to know which lady became the President of America?”

Touching his chin, Deadpool dressed like Little Red Riding Hood, he flirtatiously swayed his hips. A man passing by him was startled and stumbled badly.

“……”

Speechlessly looking at Deadpool, Tony Stark tightened the cheongsam on his body, and said in a deep voice.

“Pepper isn't inside Stark Industries, where did she go?”

He originally thought that he could quickly find Pepper after coming in, but he didn't expect it to be otherwise.

Stark Industries exists in this world, but Tony Stark does not. Jarvis has been in a dead state since coming in. If they had Jarvis's help, they should be able to relax a lot.

Unfortunately... Jarvis also doesn't exist inside Stark Industries.

Moreover, he looked at the surrounding crowd. These people's expressions were natural. Men and women were casually walking on the road. They talked and laughed together, as if the giant baby incident never happened in New York. How absurd.

“Stop looking, these people's memories have been rewritten!”

With a cigarette in his mouth, Constantine coolly flicked his women's long hair, and glanced at the police car driving over.

Just that one glance, and things went wrong.

“Hey, you few.”

The police car across the street slowly pulled over, and two policemen, one black and one white, came out from the driver and co-driver seats.

Touching their heads and lifting their skirts, the four big men struck a feminine pose as if they had discussed it, “shyly” batting their eyes, making the two policemen's faces turn green.

Crap, what kind of ghostly sissies are these?

Almost threw up, didn't they?!

The two policemen waved their hands and quickly told them to leave. The four people twisted their waists and walked past them with strange movements. Shifting their gaze, the policemen paused when their eyes landed on the electronic screen across the street.

It just so happened to display four high-definition photos, which were the wanted criminals who broke into Stark Industries this morning.

Huh?

They turned their faces, focusing their suspicious gaze on the four “very individual ladies.”

“Stop!”