American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

【From Natasha Romanoff's emotion points +739】

【From Wade Wilson's emotion points +756】

“Stark? That Stark? The famous New York tycoon, the playboy who's always on magazine covers?”

Deadpool exclaimed in surprise. Seeing Constantine nod, he was so excited he almost jumped up.

Natasha was also a little shocked. Compared to the matter at hand, Stark's matter was indeed more important. Her phone soon rang, it was Nick Fury calling.

She answered the phone, said “Uh-huh” a few times, and hung up. Natasha looked at Constantine's eyes seriously and pleaded.

“Constantine, the Director asks you to find Mr. Tony Stark from Afghanistan at all costs.

After it's done, there will be a big reward!”

“Understood, but as a reward, that $100,000 will be considered the activity expenses for going to Afghanistan. As for the agreement we originally negotiated, we'll discuss it separately when I return!”

With a flick of his trench coat, Constantine turned around calmly, waved his hand casually, and strode out.

Holding his phone, waiting left and right but not seeing the $20,000 arrive, Deadpool suddenly had a jolt when he saw Constantine about to leave.

He understood, Stark is very rich, approximately equal to US dollars. As long as he can find Mr. Stark, then......

“Hehe... Constantine, wait for me, you must bring your brother along for such a lucrative business!”

Behind them, watching the two figures slowly disappear, Natasha took out her phone.

“Send a few people over to clean up here.

By the way, introduce me to an engineering team. I think we'll be busy for a while......”

......

“Tony Stark is missing... It seems that the plot of the Marvel Universe is about to officially begin!”

In the Marvel Universe, Tony's disappearance is a sign and an important time node.

When he appears in front of the world again, he will no longer be the playboy Tony Stark, but the world-renowned superhero—Iron Man!

“Starting with him, the era of super villains and superheroes will officially begin!”

Lying on the bed, summoning a glass of red wine, Li Chao kept calculating the cards in his hand.

【Emotion points: 235494.13.】

“Only 230,000 points?”

The number of emotion points is not much. Even if he spends them now, he can only draw two silver treasure chests and three bronze treasure chests at most.

“Character cards are enough for now. Instead of doing this, it's better to accumulate them temporarily... or just play a big game and try the golden treasure chest with 1 million emotion points?”

Thinking this in his heart, Li Chao drank the red wine in his glass in one gulp and went to the computer to 'hehehe' again.

......

Brooklyn Hospital.

5th floor, Room 501.

Nodding to the two agents guarding the door, Coulson led Hawkeye Clint Barton in.

Inside the room, on the hospital bed, Andrew was wearing a hospital gown and quietly receiving an IV drip.

Seeing someone come in, he shrank back nervously, with some unease in his eyes.

“Kid, you don't need to be nervous.”

Leaning on crutches, with bandages wrapped around his head, Coulson always managed to make people lower their guard with his kind smile.

“We won't hurt you, we just want to chat with you casually.”

“......”

Seeing the other party's miserable appearance, Andrew believed him.

The wariness in his eyes lessened a little, and he slowly sat up, leaning against the headboard.

“You... what do you want to talk about?”

“Haha, no need to rush.”

Waving his hand, Coulson, as if possessed by Danzo, appeared calm and unhurried. He naturally took a chair from Barton's hand, slowly sat down, and said.

“My name is Phil Coulson, and this is my colleague Clint Barton. We work in a government department under the United Nations called S.H.I.E.L.D.”

“Boy, can you tell me your name?”

Behind him, after searching for a long time and not finding a chair, Barton stood silently behind Coulson with a sullen face.

S.H.I.E.L.D.? Never heard of it.

Andrew's personality was obviously introverted. His eyes darted around, and his voice revealed a hint of nervousness.

“I, I......”

“It's okay, no need to be nervous.

We're just chatting casually like friends. If you really don't want to answer, just shake your head.”

Without any intention of coercion, Coulson's wording and tone once again lowered Andrew's psychological defenses.

“Can you talk about yourself? Just a simple introduction will do.

For example, where do you come from? What do you like? What are your interests and hobbies? Do you have any friends?

Or what kind of university do you want to go to, what kind of major do you want to choose......”

“These, you can talk to us about.”

Coulson's voice was very gentle, and it could unconsciously make people relax.

But Andrew was a little embarrassed because his memory was incomplete.

He only remembered his tragic family situation, his seriously ill mother, and his father who often abused him.

He didn't even remember the school he was in, only that there was a fairly large open space near the school and a cave.

He should have a few friends.

But he didn't remember their faces or voices either......

“Kid, don't worry, we'll take it slow.”

After exchanging a glance with Agent Barton, Coulson said in surprise.

“Barton, why are you still standing? Find a chair and sit down.”

“......”

Clint Barton clenched his fists, so angry that he didn't want to speak.

Just as he liked to stand, Coulson got up and poured a glass of water for Andrew.

Andrew carefully took it with both hands, gently pursed his lips, and felt his memory was even more chaotic.

In those memories, there were some unknown researchers in white coats who trapped him in a small and closed experimental room, doing various experiments on him like a lab rat every day.

Some people ordered him, and some people were constantly injecting him with unknown drugs.

Sometimes, a man with a white mask and long golden hair would appear. They were very respectful to him and called him Lord Barok.

In the base, Andrew even saw some guys who seemed to be vampires.

Those vampires also became experimental subjects, being required every day to use something that looked like a red crystal.

Suddenly one day, a group of assassins dressed like ninjas broke in.

They killed anyone they saw, were inhuman, and wantonly captured vampires.

He was extremely scared at the time, and took advantage of the chaos to break free from the restraints of several researchers, and followed the call in his heart to the room where the red crystal was kept.

That's right, the name of that crystal seems to be......

“Hiss... It hurts......”

Suddenly, he covered his head and felt a splitting headache.

Some kind of unknown wave began to spread outward. This wave rapidly swept through everything in the room, causing the entire room to tremble violently.

【From Clint Barton's emotion points +471】

“Coulson......”

Barton's hair stood on end, and he stepped forward to stand in front of Coulson, confidently saying.

“This kid's situation is not right, he must be annoyed by your questions and wants to beat you up!”

Bang!

A vase on the bedside table instantly shattered, the glass on the window vibrated, and cracks appeared.