American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

At the same time, with the new generation of treatment technology secretly developed by Hydra, Alexander Pierce finally removed the bandages from his body.

Moving his hands and feet, and pacing excitedly around the room, Pierce even started humming a little tune.

“Only you, don't be afraid to die, don't tremble~

Only you, I'll take the blame, you go die~

Only you......”

Dong, dong.

“Come in.”

Alexander Pierce sat up straight, watching his daughter push open the wooden door and walk in with a strange expression.

“Father, just now, I seemed to hear some sound, were you singing......”

“Ahem... child, you must have misheard.”

Fake coughing twice, Pierce quickly denied it.

“No way, I even remember the lyrics.

Something about Only you, I'll take the blame, you go die or something......”

“No, don't talk nonsense, that wasn't me!”

Pierce waved his hand quickly, refusing to admit it no matter what.

His daughter didn't dwell on this point, but handed over a red gift box.

Pierce took the gift box, his old face smiling like a chrysanthemum, feeling very proud in his heart.

“Tsk tsk... the child has grown up and is thinking of giving gifts to himself!”

“Let me see what this is?”

Although he was secretly happy to death, Pierce instead critiqued the gift box, creating enough anticipation.

Seeing that it was almost time, he quickly opened the gift box and took out the item inside.

“Yo~ it's still a Dong country product.

How thoughtful, not to mention, it even emits a pleasant medicinal fragrance!”

Bringing the item to his nose and sniffing it, Pierce expressed great satisfaction, and was about to praise his daughter a few words.

“Father... this was sent by Director Nick Fury.”

Pierce: “......”

He was greatly puzzled, and suspiciously held the item, turning it over and over to look at it.

“Daughter, did he say anything?”

His daughter seemed a little hesitant, and after a while, she whispered.

“Director Fury said... it, it seems to be particularly effective for hemorrhoids, everyone who has used it says it's good, and he wants you to try it!”

Pierce felt that he must be hallucinating: “Ahem, I didn't hear clearly, what did he say this is for?”

His daughter looked at him with sympathy and replied.

“Hemorrhoids.”

The box in his hand fell to the ground, and Pierce's old face turned red with anger.

Motherf**ker!

Good for you, you black egg, I'll remember you!!!

......

S.H.I.E.L.D., Director Fury's office.

“Achoo!!”

“What's wrong? Director Fury, are you alright?”

Waving his hand casually, Fury cursed inwardly, guessing that some guy was cursing him behind his back again.

Seeing that Director Fury was fine, Coulson, leaning on a cane and wrapped in bandages, continued.

“Those people have formed a team called the Defenders Alliance, wanting to deal with the Hand and Fire Cloud Cthulhu.

As for information on Shadowland, our S.H.I.E.L.D. is already working hard to contact Interpol.

I believe that it won't be long before we can obtain further information!”

Quickly flipping through the documents, Nick Fury didn't express any opinions, but silently nodded.

After developing a machine that can detect those monsters, they are no longer a threat to S.H.I.E.L.D.!

The only thing left is just a bit of research value.

However, the Shadowland that has surfaced behind these monsters has greatly shocked S.H.I.E.L.D.

After all, capable individuals and organizations are two completely different concepts!

Especially after slightly understanding Shadowland's style of doing things, S.H.I.E.L.D. directly defined it as an international terrorist criminal organization.

The reason why they haven't taken action yet is just because they haven't found Shadowland's headquarters, and can't wipe them out in one fell swoop.

But Fury believes that with the support of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s global intelligence system, any organization will have nowhere to hide!

“I know.”

Putting the document aside, Fury raised his eyes and sized up Coulson from head to toe.

Feeling a little apprehensive from that gaze, Coulson nervously said.

“Director Fury, do you have any other instructions? If not, I might need to take a vacation......”

Huh?

“Take, take what kind of vacation?

Coulson, you have an even more important mission!”

Upon hearing the words 'take a vacation', Fury's eyebrows shot up.

Coulson expressed his unwillingness, pitifully pointing to his head wrapped in bandages, arguing reasonably.

“But Director, I'm already like this, I think Natasha can completely replace me......”

“No, she doesn't have time right now.

A new supernatural case has occurred near the Hudson River, and I've already sent Natasha to find Constantine to investigate.”

“Then... Agent May should be able to......”

“Have you forgotten, Coulson?

May has already gone to Interpol headquarters and won't be back in the short term!”

Nick Fury spoke eloquently, acting even more ruthless than a black-hearted capitalist.

Ah... this......

Coulson opened his mouth, wanting to say something.

But he stared blankly as Director Fury took out a cane, supported himself, and limped from behind his desk.

He previously thought that Fury's legs had already healed, and was very envious.

Really... didn't expect it, didn't expect it.

“Look.”

Leaning on his cane, the Director's face was full of righteousness.

“Even I, the Director, am taking the lead on the front lines, Coulson, I value you so much, you can't desert at the last moment!”

Taking out a file bag and handing it to him, Director Fury patted him on the shoulder encouragingly, drawing a familiar pie in the sky.

“Coulson, I'm not one of those black-hearted capitalists who don't care about their subordinates.

Vacation or something, we'll talk about it after your body is completely healed.”

Coulson: “......”

Silently taking the file bag, he felt like he wanted to die.

......

“Fury... looking for him? I don't think that's a good idea!”

“Agent Natasha, at this stage, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s understanding of the magical side is insufficient.

As the only professional at the moment, although he has many problems, we need Constantine's power even more.”

Silence.

“...... I know.”

Click.

Hanging up the phone, Natasha walked all the way to the bar at the end of the alley.

It looked very improper at first glance, with a crooked pink sign casually writing the letters 'Sister Margaret's School for Lost Children'.

“Hi~ little girl, you have such a hot body, how much does it cost for one night?”

“Is 50 dollars enough, or 100?”

Several small hoodlums at the door whistled, lewdly smiling and staggering over.

Poor fellows... completely mistaken the other party's profession.

“...... Really, no matter where you go, there are some guys who can't control their dicks.”

With a cold face, Natasha sighed, raised her long legs, and kicked them a few times.

Ignoring their appearance of clutching their legs in pain, Natasha flicked her hair and stepped into the bar.