American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

The vehicles slowly drove over, stopping about 20 meters away from him. Suddenly, the driver of the lead car slammed on the accelerator.

Whoosh—

The engine roared, the wheels spun wildly, kicking up a cloud of dust as it charged aggressively towards Uvogin.

Arms crossed, Uvogin lowered his eyelids, his gaze clashing with the malice in the driver's eyes through the windshield.

"Oh? They do have some tricks up their sleeves."

Offering a slight compliment, he remained motionless until the car was less than 30 centimeters away, then he abruptly bent down and thrust his palm out, pressing down with rapid force.

Bang—

His thick palms, like a giant Buddha's, slammed heavily onto the hood. With a crash, the hood caved in deeply. Two loud bangs followed as the bottom two wheels exploded under the pressure.

The rear of the car, propelled by inertia, lifted high, like a spring under pressure, flipping over him.

...... Boom!!

The car exploded, sending up a cloud of smoke. Without even glancing behind him, Uvogin slowly straightened up, radiating a sense of oppression that filled the area.

His eyes were bloodshot, and his chilling gaze swept over the remaining three vehicles, his violent killing intent roaring and spreading endlessly around him.

"Tony Stark, come out!"

Tap tap tap...

Fifteen meters away, black-suited figures with guns jumped out of the cars one after another. They nervously hid behind the vehicles, cautiously extending their weapons, and unleashed a barrage of gunfire at Uvogin, a mix of indignation and fear in their actions.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang!!

Bullets flew, like a torrential rain of pear blossoms, impacting Uvogin with powerful kinetic energy, only to be deflected by the Nen aura around his body and fall to the ground.

As the gunfire subsided, the crowd cried out in alarm. Uvogin roared and charged towards the enemies.

"Die—!"

The mere car doors were no obstacle at all. With a simple grab and tear, he ripped them off.

Faced with such a monster, the black-suited men on the scene panicked, haphazardly dodging and firing.

But Uvogin swung the car doors, crushing these agents disguised as bodyguards one by one to the ground.

"Hmph, Tony Stark isn't here either? Just a bunch of small fries, fighting them is too boring!"

Standing in the center of a pile of corpses, holding the head of the last agent in one hand, Uvogin was extremely disdainful.

The agent struggled and fired a shot, but Uvogin caught the bullet with his teeth, mocking him.

"Worthless, too weak!"

"Mo-monster..."

He trembled, unable to even speak properly, before Uvogin exerted force with one hand and brutally exploded his head.

Snap.

Blood splattered on his face, and Uvogin subconsciously licked it, immediately frowning and spitting it out.

"Pui... Minion's blood, tastes terrible!"

Whoosh!

An arrow shot silently from the roadside forest. At the moment Uvogin lowered his guard and before he could release his Nen, it barely grazed his face, leaving a trail of blood on his right cheek.

Blood flowed from the wound on his face. Uvogin paused for a moment, then laughed.

"Hahahaha... Finally, someone of substance has arrived!"

The timing of the attack was perfect, especially that arrow, capable of easily piercing his flesh, it was definitely not ordinary!

He laughed as he charged towards the direction the arrow had come from.

Two more arrows shot at him in succession, but were blocked by his Nen. Uvogin scoffed, stomping his foot on the ground, creating a deep pit, and leaping up with a bang.

"Hey, archer, is that all you've got?"

As if in response to his taunt, two RPG rockets, spewing flames, came from the other side of the forest and slammed into him.

Boom! Boom!

The air surged, flames rose. Watching the two rockets hit their target, the two agents who fired them were already overjoyed, refusing to believe that any human could survive a rocket blast.

"He's dead for sure!"

But Clint Barton's, Hawkeye's, heart was pounding wildly, a sense of foreboding growing stronger.

Wait... could that guy be...?

"Hmph... Rockets? This level of power can't kill me!"

First came a disdainful snort from the flames, followed by a loud bang. The surging airflow was like a hurricane passing through, instantly scattering the fire and smoke in front of him.

"......"

The two agents holding the rocket launchers stood with their mouths open, like two roosters with their necks pinched, unable to speak!

[Emotional value from Clint Barton +763]

"......" Barton's eyelids twitched in shock, and he immediately moved to another position.

Baring his teeth, Uvogin's killing intent grew even more violent. He leaped into the forest, charging at high speed towards the direction the rockets had come from.

Before long, two screams echoed from the forest. His clothes were stained with large patches of blood, like a bloodthirsty demon chasing after Barton.

Tap tap tap...

The forest was Barton's domain.

He was trained by Swordsman and Jieshe, and was exceptionally talented. He was given the title of "Hawkeye" and "World's Best Sniper" at a young age.

His eyes had undergone experimental vision surgery by the government, which strengthened the muscles around his eyes and gave him extraordinary long-range vision.

At the same time, it also increased the number of rod cells in his eyes, giving Barton visual precision far beyond ordinary people, while the reduction in cone cells allowed his eyes to adapt to various external light interferences.

Whether it was sunlight, darkness, or fog, he could see clearly!

Swish—

Leaping over a thick, dead tree, Barton twisted his waist in mid-air, spinning around. His eyes were calm, his arms extremely steady. Taking an arrow, nocking it, drawing the bow, and shooting it out was a series of movements that took less than a second, accurately hitting Uvogin.

Bang!

Hit by an arrow, Uvogin wasn't seriously injured, but his figure faltered, and his speed inevitably decreased.

He was burly, standing at 2.58 meters tall, and his fighting style was always straightforward. It was fine in open areas, but in a complex environment like the forest, his speed was greatly limited.

"Archer, you spineless coward, don't you dare stop and fight me?!"

He tried to use words to disturb Barton's mind, but Barton completely ignored his taunts, heading towards a certain direction with his head down.

"Tch..."

Seeing that the other party wasn't falling for it, Uvogin cursed inwardly, and could only use his strength to push away the blocking trees and accelerate his pursuit of Barton.

Tap tap tap.

In the forest, the two, one in front and one behind, ran further and further away...

......

Stark Industries Tower, 5:37 PM.

Obadiah's office.

"Damn it, what the hell is going on with those subordinates? They haven't even called me?"

As early as 20 minutes ago, he had inexplicably lost contact with the brothers he had sent out, unable to get any news from the scene.

Taking a sip of red wine, Obadiah paced around the room in annoyance.

Unable to sit still, he couldn't help but open the blinds and glance down.

That one glance immediately startled Obadiah Stane.

He saw a group of guys in black clothes guarding downstairs at some point.

Some people got out of several black cars, led by a man with thinning hair, and rushed into the building.

Ring ring ring~

On the table, the landline suddenly rang.

Obadiah took a step back in fright. He stared at the phone, swallowing nervously, a bad feeling rising in his heart.