American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

The black police officer took a few steps forward and called them to stop, while the white officer reached for his holster, his eyes wary.

The four people continued to walk forward as if they hadn't heard him. The black officer hurried a few steps forward and stopped them.

There's something wrong with these four people!

They drew their guns together, blocking the four of them here from the front and back.

Stopping, the four of them raised their hands in unison. Tony gave Deadpool a look to understand, and Deadpool flashed, knocking the two police officers unconscious on the ground.

"Let's leave here first."

Looking around, Tony beckoned everyone to leave.

Constantine expertly found a car nearby, and started it skillfully amidst the others' strange looks. Tony's mouth twitched, and he suspected his profession, this action was too skilled, he was obviously a habitual offender!

"What are you looking at? Get in!"

Looking at them with contempt, Constantine sat in the driver's seat with a raised face. He started the car and sped away.

The electronic screens on both sides of the street began to change, the four people's portraits were really eye-catching.

In the distance, the sky made a 'tata' sound, a police helicopter was flying this way, and sirens of police cars sounded from the farther blocks, with vehicles constantly driving here.

"We've been locked on..."

Taking off the wig on his head, Constantine drove the car very fast.

The sound of the police siren was becoming more and more piercing, and police cars kept rushing out from the intersections behind them.

"No, if we continue like this, we will be caught up by them sooner or later. This place is Umbrella's home field, they can use a constant stream of police force to drag us to death here!"

Tony in the passenger seat glanced at the police car behind him and immediately made a judgment. He told Deadpool in the back seat to take out his gun and shoot out the tires of the police car behind them, so they wouldn't chase so closely.

Bang!

Deadpool laughed and casually shot out the tires of the police car behind them, the spinning car blocking the vehicles behind them on the road. "This feels like a villain!"

"......"

Peter Parker frowned. Since he came in, he had been thinking about a question. He looked at the gun in Deadpool's hand and asked Constantine.

"Mr. Constantine, if we die here, will we really die? Uh, I'm not afraid, I mean, we..."

"I know what you mean. Yes, in this place, if we die, we really die."

Looking through the rearview mirror, Constantine felt that Peter was a little nervous, but what Peter really wanted to ask was the next question.

"Mr. Constantine, if the people here die? Will they wake up, or..."

Even Tony and Deadpool wanted to know this question. Constantine pondered slightly and replied.

"The people here are a mixture of truth and falsehood, and a considerable part are NPC-like characters that are born, but it is too troublesome to distinguish them, so it is best not to let them die."

Turning the steering wheel, Constantine stepped on the gas and turned into the street on the right. Several police cars rushed out from another intersection in front. Constantine's car skills were like a god, with Akina's 86 possessing him, forcibly rushing through the police cars.

Bang! Bang!

Deadpool casually made up shots, so that the police officers could only stand there helplessly, watching them leave.

He turned the car into an alley, constantly changing positions, the helicopter in the sky couldn't understand their operation, and chased after them closely. Finally, the car stopped in an alley.

Tata tata...

The driver began to report the situation here, he lowered the flight altitude, trying to see the inside of the car clearly from the side.

Then, he saw a man in a red tights giving him the middle finger in the driver's seat, and his body disappeared with a whoosh.

[Emotional value from the driver...]

A remote alley somewhere.

Whoosh!

Slapping his belt, Deadpool instantly appeared in front of Tony and the other two.

They used a little trick to get out of the car, and Deadpool drove the car alone to lure the helicopter away. The result was good, at least they could temporarily avoid being harassed by the New York police.

"Hmph, I underestimated you after all, I didn't expect you to be able to get in here?"

A cold snort came from above the alley, and the four people looked up to meet Wesker's eyes.

Wesker stood on the roof, looking down at them from above. The police got Wesker's message and locked on their position again, and were rushing here.

"Wesker, is that you?!"

Wesker's sudden appearance was something they hadn't expected. Tony's heart sank. Could it be that Wesker had already taken control of this body?

"That's right, I have already taken control of this body, and you are now just a piece of consciousness existing in my brain."

Enjoying their surprised expressions, Wesker said indifferently.

"Everything here is controlled by me, and your lives will be forever stuck here!"

Tear—

The New York police's speed had never been so fast, they stopped nearby and blocked the nearby intersections.

The four people watched Wesker slowly retreat, Wesker didn't make a move, just looked at them with a sneer as they were surrounded by police officers at the entrance of a bar.

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows as if he realized something, and the expression on his face quickly turned gloomy.

"Hmph... dog shit luck!"

… …

Inside a bar somewhere.

"Steve, how long has it been since we talked like this?"

Across the table, Peggy Carter put down the knife and fork in her hand and wiped her lips with a paper towel.

This bar was specially decorated, with only her and Steve here.

Her eyes were as gentle as water, and her beautiful face was charming. Steve's lips moved slightly, he seemed to have remembered something.

He wanted to say something, but didn't say it.

Peggy reached out a finger and placed it on his lips. She stood up, took his hand, and came to the center of the bar's stage. She looked at him and opened her red lips slightly.

"Steve... can you dance with me?"

Looking at her face, Steve's pupils trembled violently. He reached out and took her hand. It should have been a happy thing, but there was a hint of pain on his face.

Accompanied by the melodious music (There Is A Taverown), the two danced gracefully in the center of the stage.

This dreamlike scene was so unreal, just like what he had been hoping for in his heart. He looked at this woman, skillfully followed her steps, he raised one hand, and the other person circled around him.

He reached out, and the other person obediently lay in his arms. Their eyes met, intoxicating each other!

There was no one else here, only the two of them. He only had her in his eyes, Peggy Carter, his beloved!

His date was late, a full 70 years late. If this is a dream, please don't wake up!

"here is a taverowown,

And there my dear love sits him down,

sits him down,

And drinks his wine 'mid laughter free,

And hihee well,

for I must leave thee......"

When a dance ended, there was no applause from anyone around. They hugged each other, hearing each other's breathing. Peggy stared into Steve's eyes and smiled.

"Steve, stay... okay?"

"Peggy, I......"

Holding her hand, Steve's voice trembled violently. He was both obedient and resistant in his heart.

He hoped that he would stay, but there was another voice in his heart telling him that he did not belong here.

Angels and demons were entangled in his mind, and the clothes on Steve's body changed back and forth.

The star-ringed shield appeared on his left hand from time to time, and the crimson flames almost ignited his pupils. In this huge mental network, falsehood and reality were being reversed. Steve Rogers was being tested!

Should he... leave, or stay?

[Emotional value from Steve Rogers +2099]