American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Suddenly, a figure burst out of the fire and leaped from the opening.

Bang!

"It's Luke! They're alive!!"

Jessica screamed excitedly, and Chun-Li also smiled.

"Ha... ha......"

Luke placed Frank on the ground and collapsed, smoke rising from his body, gasping for breath.

They looked at each other, each covered in dust and utterly disheveled.

"Haha... this time I'm really exhausted. After we get back, this old lady is definitely going to get drunk!"

Jessica staggered to her feet, a look of joy after surviving a disaster.

Matt nodded in agreement, supporting himself with a short stick.

Thump, thump, thump...

A group of black-clothed men with guns suddenly surrounded them from all directions.

"We are the CIA, Federal Bureau of Investigation. We now suspect you are involved in a case involving a foreign terrorist organization.

Drop your weapons and surrender immediately!"

These people were well-trained, numbering about seventeen or eighteen, with their guns firmly aimed at the group.

Although inwardly angry, Matt and the others could only raise their hands and dare not move.

Frank hesitated for a moment, then dropped his gun on the ground.

The enemy outnumbered them, and they were exhausted. Fighting at this time was not a good choice.

The leader of the CIA team this time was named Mark.

He had been following this case for some time.

After noticing Matt's actions, he followed closely behind them, hoping to reap the benefits.

"So far, everything has gone exactly as he predicted.

This is a huge win!"

He suppressed his inner joy, curled the corners of his mouth, and waved his hand triumphantly.

"Quick, handcuff them one by one."

Mark never took these street heroes seriously. Seeing his subordinates handcuff them and gather them to one side, he beckoned two people and leisurely walked to the vicinity of the elevator shaft, bending down to look inside.

He didn't actually know what had happened inside, he was just curious and wanted to take a look from the perspective of a victor.

But reality is so comical.

Pfft!

An arm-thick tentacle suddenly stretched out from the elevator shaft, directly piercing Mark's abdomen.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and in the incredulous gazes of his surrounding subordinates, the tentacle lifted him high into the air.

Then, it swung him violently.

Bang!!

Mark crashed miserably to the ground, leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

"No, no, no, don't... don't kill me... I don't want to die yet!!"

His body struggled back and forth, his intestines spilling out and breaking into two pieces.

He cried bitterly, wailing in despair.

But no one on the scene could save him. He even reached out his arms to Matt and the others, his eyes full of pleading.

"......"

The others remained silent, and Matt regretfully shook his head.

"Don't... don't give up on me, please... please..."

Pleading, with deep regret and despair, he died.

Crack.

With a forceful struggle, Luke tore apart the handcuffs, his face grim.

Helping everyone tear off their handcuffs one by one, Frank assessed the situation and led the others to retreat cautiously.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

On the field, guns angrily spat out flames, and the CIA agents fearfully fired their bullets.

"Monster, there's a monster!!"

The agents trembled as they held their guns, looking in horror at the demon that seemed to have crawled out of hell.

At this time, the monster had already undergone a great change.

A long tentacle protruded from its flower-like head, and large areas of burns on its body revealed the blood-colored fascia beneath the skin.

Its hands and feet were stretched and elongated, and the sabers originally embedded in its palms and soles had become as huge as doors, swinging wildly in all directions.

Seeing some humans attacking it with bullets, the four sabers swept horizontally around, skimming close to the ground at an extremely fast speed.

"Ahhh!!!!"

Miserable wails instantly resounded throughout the battlefield.

Blood was everywhere, limbs were scattered, and the stench permeated the air.

"Roar!"

Supporting itself on all fours, the monster excitedly picked up a corpse and was about to raise its head and swallow it.

"Hey... big guy!"

Startled, the monster quickly turned around, its flower-like head scanning left and right.

"Hey... who are you looking at?"

The monster reacted and lowered its head, taking a closer look.

It saw a dark human with his upper body bare, shouting at it.

Seeing the other party look over, Luke curled the corner of his mouth upward and provocatively hooked his finger at it with his outstretched right hand.

"Come here quickly, let Daddy love you!"

Perhaps it was some kind of racial talent, but the expression was not only flirtatious but also full of teasing.

?!

The monster had never seen such a scene before, and it was stunned. It only felt that the little thing in front of it was extraordinarily arrogant.

It slammed its hands hard on the ground, rose up and roared repeatedly, its footsteps kicking up thick smoke as it pounced fiercely at Luke.

Thump!

The size difference between the two was too great. Luke did not directly confront it, but rolled to the left according to Frank's plan to avoid the attack.

He picked up a pistol from the ground and fired two shots, hitting it in the body.

The bullets burst into blossoms of blood on its body. Although the damage was not great, the insult was extremely strong!

"Roar—"

This hateful guy had been constantly provoking its nerves. Its only remaining sanity was covered by rage. It vowed to let this hateful kid taste its power!

Thump! Thump! Thump!

One door-sized saber after another fell from the sky, smashing wildly on the ground.

Perhaps inspired by the football field, Luke's fighting style was no longer straightforward. In order to avoid the monster's attacks, he ran in an S-shape for a while and a Z-shape for a while on the battlefield, looking extremely agile.

The monster behind him chased relentlessly with four big knives, but just couldn't see the hope of hitting Luke.

"Roar roar!"

Bang bang!!

Farther out on the periphery of the field.

Frank and Chun-Li held guns, firing bullets from time to time to interfere with the monster chasing Luke.

Holding a bundle of grenades in her arms, Jessica listened to Frank's advice and flew in the sky, waiting for Matt's command.

As time passed little by little.

"Isn't it ready yet, Matt... I can't hold on anymore!"

On the battlefield, Luke stuck out his tongue and shouted tiredly.

"Sh*t! I got poked in the butt!!"

Ignoring Luke's yelling, Matt perked up his ears, frowned, and fully activated his radar senses, trying to capture a fleeting opportunity.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

When Luke ran past not far from the crowd again, muttering and complaining, two gunshots rang out, one before and one after, hitting the monster's left knee joint.

"Roar... roar?!"

The monster really underestimated the depravity of humans. Its knee inexplicably hurt, its left leg suddenly went soft, and its body fell to the ground with a puff.

Opportunity!!

Instantly opening his eyes, Matt loudly issued a command.

"Jessica, now's the time!!"

Without hesitation, Jessica, who was already prepared, pulled the pin on the grenade and swooped down rapidly with a whistling sound.

The monster lay on the ground, shaking its head, still not understanding what was going on with its left leg, when it saw a girl swoop over and put something in its mouth, then pulled out a V-shape and quickly ascended away.

It smacked its lips twice, and two question marks slowly appeared on the monster's head.

Thank you, little sister... it's just that the taste is a bit salty.

The next second.

Boom—!!

The monster exploded into pieces.