American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

"What, Constantine? Do you mean..."

Deadpool, standing to the side, immediately started yelling. If this conclusion could be confirmed, wouldn't that mean that Peggy Carter was created from Steve's memories or, in other words, his obsession?

How could it be so mystical?

"If this guess is correct, then it very well explains why she would easily believe our words and be willing to help us!"

"You need to know, we want to take away...the president of this country!"

Raising his hand to touch his chin, Tony had to say that this guess made a lot of sense, and might even be the truth.

Peter Parker leaned against the window and looked down, watching Peggy get into the car and leave, feeling pity in his heart.

"But wouldn't this be too cruel to Ms. Peggy, because this world...is fake."

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent. They looked at Steve, but Steve's face was expressionless. He quickly walked around the living room and found some A4 paper and felt-tip pens.

He put these things on the table and beckoned everyone over.

"The next journey is destined to be very dangerous, we should make some plans as soon as possible..."

Speaking of this, seeing the four people still looking at him, he joked: "You...really don't plan to change your clothes?"

"......" x4

Staring with wide eyes, the few people were very embarrassed.

They came in with their real bodies, which was different from Steve coming in as a conscious entity. How could changing clothes be so simple?

Immediately, Deadpool used instant movement to take everyone's clothes and equipment out of some unknown bank vault.

The four changed their clothes and sat on the sofa in a circle around the table. They discussed the next tactics, determined to take Pepper away as quickly as possible.

......

The White House, the Oval Office.

Sitting at her desk, Pepper turned her head to look at the sky outside the window.

It was clear and sunny just a moment ago, and the next moment, the weather began to turn gloomy.

She felt a tightness in her chest, stood up, pushed open the window, and took a deep breath of fresh air with her eyes closed.

Whoosh~

A finger suddenly appeared behind her head, that finger was white and appeared silently, the skin peeling from the fingertip with blood-red tendrils.

That finger was approaching her, a trace of tension rising in the air, but Pepper was unaware and was still taking deep breaths.

Quietly, that finger got closer and closer, the tendrils on the fingertip wriggling like snakes. It sprang forward and bit towards the back of Pepper's head, but was blocked by an orange magic circle at the moment it was about to touch her.

Buzz~

With dazed eyes, Pepper blinked suspiciously. She looked back as if she was aware of something and saw a man.

"Wesker?!"

The man behind her was Wesker, standing there like an inorganic statue.

His expression didn't change much, his right hand was hidden behind his back, the peeled skin and tendrils on his fingers retracting one by one.

"President Pepper, our people have had encounters with those four terrorists, but they are extremely cunning and escaped from our encirclement.

But don't worry, I already have a perfect plan to wipe out these people in one fell swoop!"

"Is that so, Wesker, I believe you."

Supporting her forehead, Pepper felt her head was a little heavy, as if something heavy was pressing on it.

She felt a little tired, waved Wesker out, and sat back at her desk for a nap.

Crack.

Before leaving, Wesker looked back at her deeply, but suddenly heard a "Tony" in his ear.

Whoosh!

He suddenly turned around and looked at the room behind him, his eyes behind his sunglasses blood-red. For some reason, the consciousness of the infant's birth actually fell on this woman.

He gritted his teeth, extremely angry in his heart.

"Damn it!"

......

A few hours later, a dark green military vehicle slowly stopped at the gate of the White House.

The guards on duty seriously checked everyone's documents, and only let them go after confirming that everything was correct.

At this time, on the street outside the White House, a black van was parked quietly on the side of the road.

"Hopefully Wade, everything will go smoothly..."

In the passenger seat, Tony, wearing gold and red armor, watched the car slowly enter, feeling a little worried.

"Don't worry, although Wade's temperament is very silly, he is still very reliable in doing things."

Constantine had already changed back into his attire. He was wearing a brown coat and sat in the driver's seat, comforting Tony with a cigarette in his mouth.

But Tony didn't feel any comfort from his words. He rolled his eyes, it was because that Deadpool guy was unreliable that he was particularly worried!

In the back row of the driver's seat, Steve, sitting by the car window, held a round shield, telling him to relax.

"According to the information provided by S.H.I.E.L.D., Wesker is very likely to be there as well. As long as Deadpool is fast enough, he won't be able to catch up with us!"

That's right, the core of this operation is to highlight the word "fast"!

After successfully sneaking into the White House, find a chance to immediately confirm Pepper's location, and come to her side through instant movement, preferably bringing Pepper back without alarming others.

And this car provided by S.H.I.E.L.D. is the tool responsible for receiving and transferring.

"As long as no accidents happen, the success rate of this plan is very high!"

Peter nodded in agreement from the back seat. This was the most suitable plan they found from several options. The simpler it was, the higher the success rate would be. Apart from his personality, Deadpool, who could teleport, was the most perfect candidate.

Looking at the White House through the car window, Peter subconsciously said in his heart.

"Wade, you must be careful, and don't reveal yourself before the operation..."

......

Ka-da.

Parking the dark green military vehicle in the parking lot, a group of five people dressed in black military uniforms got out of the car.

They were taciturn, and the five people walked into the White House in a line.

Deadpool rolled his eyes and followed at the back of the group. He was wearing a high-tech mask provided by S.H.I.E.L.D. on his face, covering his pitted face.

The other four teammates only knew that he was a colleague transferred today, and did not know his specific identity. As the five people walked into the White House, Deadpool subconsciously aimed at the direction of the Oval Office.

Logically speaking, the president should be working there. As long as he confirms this point, he can act.

"It's very simple, I..."

"Stop!"

The cold voice made his body stiff, and everyone stopped here.

Wearing a black leather coat, black military boots stepping on the solid ground, he walked out of the administrative staff, his eyes behind the sunglasses scanning everyone present.

Then, he fixed his gaze on Deadpool's face, squinting slightly.

Deadpool: "......"

[Emotional value from Wade Wilson +1999]