American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Inside the Statue of Liberty's observation deck.

Whoosh.

A shadow moved to the center of the hall and stopped. A Fu dragged Peter out of the shadows.

Bang!

While still in the air, they kicked each other and flew to the sides.

"Tch... This guy is really agile!"

Cursing, A Fu cautiously adopted a martial arts stance, his face flushed with excitement.

"Ha..."

Catching his breath, Peter straightened up and casually glanced around, discovering a large number of black-clad ninjas standing inside the observation deck.

In the distance, a silver-haired man in green robes stood beside the observation deck, leaning on a cane, calmly facing away from him, overlooking the city below.

Whoosh!

Three more dark figures appeared. A Fen, Zhou, and La Su were brought over by the ninjas.

"Be careful, this guy's wrists can shoot highly adhesive spider silk, it's extremely difficult to deal with!"

Using an electronic sword to cut the spider silk, Zhou, wearing yellow glasses, issued a warning.

"Leave the close combat to the ninjas, let's find a chance to shoot him!"

A cold light flashed in A Fen's eyes as he took out a handgun, signaling La Su to follow.

Without even looking, exuding the air of a big boss, Valmont silently issued an order with a wave of his right hand.

"Go, capture him."

Wielding swords and blades, the black shadow ninjas rushed over rapidly.

Swish!

Peter Parker didn't dare to be careless. Finding the right moment, he raised his hand and shot a web, sticking it to the dome. His body bounced high, like a giant spider clinging to the dome.

The incoming shurikens hit the dome, clanging, and he swiftly dodged them.

However, there were too many enemies, too densely packed. Some attacks inevitably landed on him. Although they were all minor injuries, the accumulation gradually reduced Peter's stamina and energy.

Everywhere he looked, there were enemies. These ninjas were like an endless stream, leaving Peter with not a single moment to breathe.

"Ha~ ha~"

Knocking away several ninjas, Peter nervously dodged attacks while panting heavily. In this high-speed game, his stamina and energy were sliding towards a considerably dangerous zone.

"Black Tiger Catches a Helpless Lamb!!"

Carelessly, A Fu spotted an opening. He used the "Flamenco Step" to quietly hide behind a ninja. When he neared Peter, he suddenly burst forth, grabbing him on the back.

"Ah!!"

Peter screamed and fell from the dome.

Bang!

A Fen's eyes lit up. He raised his hand and fired a shot.

......

"Damn it, even Spider-Man failed?"

Nick Fury's face was gloomy, and the communicator in his hand creaked as he squeezed it.

"What's that?"

General Ross beside him suddenly spoke, pointing in surprise at a certain silver armored man on the television.

......

"Tony, I think I just saw Spider-Man!"

Hugging Tony's waist, Deadpool said in surprise.

"Yeah, I saw him too. It looked like a redhead pulled him into the shadows."

On the other side, Constantine expressed his agreement.

In the air, having used a lot of power, and finally arriving at Times Square, Tony couldn't wait to throw these two guys down.

"Sh*t... Is this the time to talk about this? Didn't you see Loki waving at us?"

Wobbling as he flew onto the stage, Tony impatiently tossed the two down.

Bang! Bang!

"Ouch~ Tony, you hurt me when you dropped me..."

Rubbing his butt, Deadpool yelled and rolled to Loki's feet, drawing his sword to strike the moment he got up.

Clap!

Fast to go, even faster to return!

Lighting a cigarette, Constantine silently moved two steps to the left. Deadpool's body flew back, slamming into the spot he had been standing.

Propping his head up with one hand, pulling out the long sword that pierced through his abdomen from behind, ignoring the wound that was still spurting blood, Deadpool was very dissatisfied.

"Constantine, why are you dodging? Hurry up and attack!"

Exhaling a puff of smoke, Constantine glanced at him and calmly pointed to Tony's location.

"Wade, why are you so impatient? Let's see what Tony has to say first."

Flying in mid-air, the arc pulse in the palms of his hands charged but didn't fire. Tony questioned loudly.

"Loki, what conspiracy do you have for causing such a big scene?"

"Is it hard to understand?"

Scratching his cheek, Loki seemed puzzled by Tony's inability to understand.

"There are no conspiracies or tricks, nor any complex riddles. It's just that I simply think the world is boring!

Because I am Loki, so I want to bring a little bit of fun to this boring world~"

He gestured with two fingers, indicating just a little bit, but Tony cursed inwardly, not believing it at all.

The blazing light between his palms intensified, and the arc pulse erupted in an instant. Just as it was about to hit, it was blocked by a huge copper book cover, leaving a black scorch mark on it.

"Be careful, Tony! If you get hit by a punch from the Statue of Liberty, you'll really die!"

Listening to Constantine's reminder from behind, Tony retreated cautiously.

"Goodness... How are we supposed to fight such a big guy?"

Climbing up from the ground, Deadpool looked up, staring blankly at the animated Statue of Liberty in front.

With his two pistols and long sword? Is he going to give it a massage?

This was indeed a problem, but the next moment, Deadpool no longer needed to worry.

Because his body had already started dancing to the rhythm of the music.

"Oh... that familiar feeling~"

No matter how much he suppressed it, no matter how unwilling he was in his heart, Deadpool's body made its own choice.

He danced, even coordinating with Constantine.

"Hey~ Constantine, why are you swaying too?"

With a cigarette in his mouth, Constantine looked helpless: "Wade, how would I know? Look, Tony isn't..."

Before the word "thing" could leave his mouth, he saw Tony Stark, in full view of everyone, performing a standard robot dance.

You have to say, the armor paired with the robot dance does have a unique flavor.

The audience below watched with great interest, earning a lot of applause.

Clapping his hands, Loki looked at them with a smile: "One or two might be fine, but what are the odds that three people simultaneously forgot to bring the cards I gave you?"

Ah... That's right, Deadpool absolutely couldn't say that he blew the horn all night that day, his mouth was swollen, and he angrily wiped his butt with the card on the spot.

"...... Constantine, where's your card?"

Glancing at Constantine, Deadpool asked unkindly.

After thinking for a while, Constantine remembered.

"That night, I was picking up girls in a bar as usual, I guess I forgot it on some bed..."

Deadpool: "......"

F*ck, still some bed... I shouldn't have asked you!

That hurts, buddy. Deadpool decided to shift his target, quietly asking Tony.

"Old Tony, you are a famous American genius, what's the situation now?"

"......"

After waiting for a while, Deadpool heard a few words from Tony's mouth.

"The other day, a model came to me..."

Deadpool: "......"

Can't we play happily anymore, guys?!

Pouting, Deadpool supported himself on one hand, doing a windmill, while mocking himself.

"So, we heroes met the Demon King... and immediately GG'd?"

On the side, Constantine tried hard to keep his cigarette in his mouth, trying not to let the cigarette fall out of his mouth with the samba steps: "That's a good question, Wade, that's why I suggested getting along with this old brother..."

Ka-ka-ka.

Another set of high-difficulty robot dance steps, splitting his legs, Tony endured the pain, his face flushed.

"F*ck!"

[Emotional value from Wade Wilson +783]

[Emotional value from Tony Stark +788]