American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah!”

The pilot screamed frantically as black crows continuously slammed against the windows.

Peng, peng, peng, peng!

Cracks like spiderwebs appeared on the windshield, and sticky, foul-smelling red blood seeped into the crevices, leaving dark red stains.

Caw~ Caw~ Caw~

Emitting piercing, sharp cries, the crows frantically flapped their wings, fearlessly swooping over and continuously striking the window glass with their black beaks and sharp claws.

The impact caused the windows to shake violently, which in turn affected the dials, causing the values inside to fluctuate, further shaking the control stick, and even affecting the pilot's hands, causing them to tremble continuously.

“Damn it, get out of here!”

Screaming, the pilot pulled the control stick, piloting the helicopter upwards at an almost right angle.

He tried to get rid of these eerie crows and fly to a safe distance, but the crows pursued relentlessly, cawing and surrounding the helicopter, their flapping wings filling all the windows around, occasionally crashing to their deaths on them.

Crash!

The window glass on the left side of the cockpit shattered, and a bleeding crow greedily squeezed in from the outside, emitting a strange, unpleasant cry, viciously pecking at the pilot's eye.

“F*ck!”

Dodging its peck, the pilot frantically pressed down on its head, trying to push it out, but the crow struggled wildly under his hand, flapping back and forth, stubbornly pecking a bloody hole in the pilot's glove.

Then.

Crack, crack, crack...

More crows crashed into the window glass on the left side, and the original gap quickly widened, with two crows squeezing in from the outside one after another, pouncing on the pilot.

“Ah, ah, ah! Director, save, save me—!”

He wailed loudly as one crow pecked at his face and the other pecked at his trachea, with red blood spraying from his neck onto the front windshield as if it were free, and the surrounding crows became even more agitated upon smelling the blood.

From the appearance of the crows to the pilot's death, it only took a few short seconds, a time in which Tony and the others simply couldn't provide any rescue.

[Emotional value from Steve Rogers +2008]

[Emotional value from Tony Stark +2007]

[Emotional value from Wade Wilson +2009]

[Emotional value from Peter Parker +2010]

Ta-ta-ta...

Having lost the pilot's control, the helicopter's flight became very unstable, the rotor spinning continuously in the sky, with crows constantly crashing to their deaths on it.

Bang—

The high-speed rotating tail rotor was jammed by a crow's corpse, the rotational kinetic energy was blocked, and the helicopter suddenly lost its balance in the air.

It began to spin sideways, and the huge rotor instantly minced a large number of crows.

But this was not a good thing, as problems appeared in the rotor due to successive impacts, a burst of electric light erupted from the connection below the rotor, and black smoke billowed from inside the fuselage with a muffled sound.

The helicopter suddenly lost control and began to plummet downwards.

“Stark!”

Steve's voice suddenly shouted in his ear, and Tony tore off his seatbelt, activated his foot jets, and flung open the cabin door, darting out.

Bang!

Just as the cabin door was closed, Steve unbuckled his seatbelt, heavily stomped on the already tilted ground, and darted to the driver's seat, securing himself in the cockpit seat before flashing inside.

He first used his shield to swat to death two murderous crows, then immediately pulled the helicopter's control stick, trying to get the helicopter to fly again.

Thump—

The propulsion device at his feet brought powerful kinetic energy, and Tony propped up the bottom of the helicopter with both hands, gritting his teeth to right the falling aircraft.

“It won't work, Stark, the helicopter's control system has malfunctioned and cannot be restarted!”

Steve's voice came from the cockpit, bringing a heavy message. Tony glanced at the tail rotor on the tail, and the built-in physical scanning system quickly scanned the entire helicopter.

Analysis showed that not only the helicopter's external mechanical structure, but also some key internal positions had problems.

“......”

Under these circumstances, it was impossible to repair the helicopter. He looked at the city below, where zombies were constantly gathering towards them.

Their pale eyes, the saliva at the corners of their mouths, all revealed their malice.

No!

It was too dangerous below. At worst, he could just lift the helicopter and fly away!

Just as he thought this, his eyes suddenly widened, and he shouted into the cabin.

“Careful, the crow swarm is coming again—!”

Caw—

From the distant horizon, an astonishing darkness was spreading towards them.

That number, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, or a million?

It seemed that there was no end in sight. Compared to this wave, the previous crow swarm was like a pool compared to a lake, not even on the same scale.

“Bastard......”

Endless chill enveloped Tony. He only felt his hands and feet were cold, and even his blood seemed to be frozen.

This armor on his body was not enough to withstand this wave of attacks, and even if it could be blocked, the partners inside would not be able to avoid this level of attack, and in the city below, millions of zombies were roaring and waiting there.

Damn it!

Whether it was in the sky or on the ground, there was no way to go, it was simply a dead end!

[Emotional value from Tony Stark +2099]

“Holy crab......”

Inside the cabin, Peter was lying on the window looking at the crow swarm in the distance. That level of quantity was simply overwhelming.

Crack.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Constantine also saw that scene. The more dangerous the situation, the calmer this man became. He took out a coin, stomped his foot, and shouted to Tony below: “Hey~ Tony, I have a way.”