American comic world demon hunter

For a mortal, a sumptuous breakfast quickly disappears. When Dante ate the last bite of the sundae, he was still a little reluctant, but appetite was just a desire for him, and food did not mean anything to him now. There was no crucial role, so this feeling of nostalgia was immediately thrown away by him.

"My game has been downloaded. Do you want to play it together, Coulson?"

Dante pushed the dining cart aside, and he sat back at the computer desktop with satisfaction. The Devil May Cry game had been downloaded, and Dante couldn't wait to open the game.

As a result, damn it, Dante was instantly disappointed.

"What the hell, shit, fuck it, why do I have black hair?"

Dante pointed angrily at himself on the screen

"I've never had black hair, and what's up with the unruly and wild face of the game's protagonist? Damn it, I'm actually a very gentle person."

"I really didn't see that." Coulson sat next to Dante. He didn't have much interest in this game because he had stayed up late to finish the game just last night. He just listened to him continue. : "But regarding the issue of black hair, maybe the game company intends to create an origin for your white hair. Believe me, many of your fans will hope that you have a tragic past, and after you transform in the game, you His hair will turn white and he will look handsome then.”

Coulson comforted Dante, but Dante didn't listen. Damn it, he couldn't play the game like this at all.

"Forget it, forget it." Dante pushed the keyboard back casually. He turned off Devil May Cry and turned his seat to Coulson: "Now let me tell you about the little trouble I just encountered. In fact, I can't explain it a bit. , you'd better go to the bedroom and take a look yourself."

"So, did you tear down your room again when you were doing it last night?"

Colson joked with a wry smile. He walked gently into the bedroom. In the blink of an eye, he was shocked by the huge well in the middle of the bedroom.

"What the hell is this"

In front of the computer in the living room, Dante covered his face in depression. He heard Coulson's subconscious exclamation, which made him feel embarrassed.

"Bobby" Dante greeted in a low voice: "Can you take me out for a walk? I want to buy a house, preferably a bigger one, because I also need to place my trophies."

Dante's words made Poppy think seriously. Although she was still curious about what had become in the bedroom, in the face of Dante's request, which seemed to her to be a request, Poppy finally nodded happily.

"I do know a good real estate agent. The house in his hands will satisfy you."

After Bobby finished speaking, he reached out to hold Dante's arm and left Carrie's house with Dante.

In Carrie's bedroom, Colson was squatting on the ground and observing the cave in front of him. The cave was completely melted, and the surroundings of the cave were full of traces left by high temperature.

"Hell, is this the power of the Demon Hunter? Even if it is just leaked, it will cause such damage, not to mention that Dante also destroyed three buildings with a sword in Santa Fe."

Phil Colson stretched out his hand, and he tentatively touched the edge of the cave. It was very smooth, and the feeling made him deeply frightened.

"Such traces must have caused them to become so hot that the temperature is higher than magma. This is really true."

Colson said, taking out a delicate mobile phone from his arms. He turned on the mobile phone and played a video. The content of the video was exactly last night's Dante and Carrie.

The video was taken far away, so Coulson couldn't hear what the two people said in the video. He could only see the originally dark room suddenly blooming, and the silvery white light reflected Carrie's exquisite shadow. , followed by a series of foreplay between the two, but not long after the foreplay, the light began to dim, and Carrie's shadow slowly disappeared.

Colson sighed. He originally thought that the dim light was Dante's intention, but now, the dim light was obviously because they burned through the floor and fell into the soil.

"To be able to do it in such a flame, his woman is extraordinary. We can't touch her easily as planned."

Coulson jumped to the conclusion, not knowing at this point that Dante had left, and compiled a text message for Nick Fury.

After Coulson reported to the director, he calmed down and walked out of the bedroom, but he had lost sight of Dante.

Coulson had no choice but to look at Bobby's location on his phone and the reports from SHIELD agents lurking around.

“Dante wants to buy a house, does he really want to live in New York?”

Coulson sighed. The only superhero of this era, the demon hunter Dante, chose to live in New York. This is really a good or bad thing for New York.

As for Dante, he was sitting in a taxi with Bobby. It wasn't that SHIELD was too poor to afford a car, but Dante didn't want to look at the cold-faced driver.

You see, taxi drivers are much better than agents. Now this master driver is driving and taking a photo with Dante.

"Man, I know you, Demon Hunter. Are you able to come to New York because there are demons in New York? Yesterday I saw the head you were holding up, a huge head. God, I have never believed that there are real demons in the world. , but they actually appeared. Many wealthy people in Gotham have recently moved to New York and the Metropolis. If such an invasion of hell happens in New York, I'm afraid my business will be depressed in a few days."

The driver quickly took photos, and then he quickly talked about his thoughts. Those words made Dante smile softly.

"Okay, let me tell you some good news. I am going to settle in New York. Therefore, this place will be my territory from now on. No devil dares to run wild here."

"This is really great news. I just saw the scene of you fighting the devil in Santa Fe yesterday. You beat the helpless skeletons of those useless SWAT and Army soldiers with three punches and two kicks. Shit, did you use magic, kung fu, or were you an angel descended from the earth? What did you use to fight those demons?"

"I have nothing to do with God"

Dante emphasized lightly, and then he was about to answer the driver's question, but the driver himself turned over the question.

"Well, I knew God wouldn't be so kind. How could he send people to deal with the devil's bastards? He would only deceive those women about their faith. My wife has been praying in church all day these days, shit. "My eldest daughter is only eleven years old and she has to learn to take care of my three-year-old daughter after school."

"Uh, huh."

Dante didn't know what to say. The child was too far away for him. But then Dante thought about it. According to Carrie's expression, he might have to think about the child before long. Damn it.

Dante was a little nervous for a moment. Will he and Carrie have children? Will there be racial segregation? Will there be reproductive restrictions? By the way, what race is Carrie? Galactus.

"OK" The driver's words woke Dante up from his thoughts: "We have arrived, one of the richest areas in New York, the center of Manhattan, the old and boring Franklin Museum of History that no one visits."

The driver introduced Dante to where he should get off the bus. Not only that, the driver even vomited before leaving.

"I heard that this museum has closed. Such a secluded place must be suitable for you and your woman to play. Superheroes also have private lives. I understand."

Seeing the driver's thumbs up before leaving, Dante silently glanced at Poppy beside him. This action made Poppy straighten his temples slightly nervously.

"How about the Franklin Museum of History? It is on the verge of bankruptcy due to poor management. Although the space here is not very large, it is enough to house your trophies. If you like it, you can have half of the first and second floors, a total of three It’s 1,300 square meters in size, in the best location in New York, and the rent is only 8.5 million yuan per year, which is a very low price.”

Bobby gently dragged Dante into the museum. Dante glanced around and saw that the museum was very empty and there were no exhibits as he imagined.

"Has it always been this empty here?"

Dante asked softly, if the facts were the same as now, Dante would know why they were not doing well.

Nonsense, a museum with no exhibits is nothing to look at.

"You are so stupid"

Hearing Dante's words, Poppy chuckled twice. Her voice was a bit cartoony, like a doll, and Dante sounded very comfortable.

“The exhibits here have been repossessed by the bank.”

Bobby introduced gently, and Dante nodded with satisfaction.

"It's much better than I imagined, and the rent doesn't sound too high. By the way, do you know how much money I have in this card?"

"Eight and a half million"

Poppy watched Dante take out the bank card he had just received. She took the card into her hand, and Dante was stunned.

Bobby took the bank card and shook it gently at Dante: "This card contains a quarter of the profit from the pre-sales of the Devil May Cry game, which is exactly 8.5 million. Don't you want to open a firm? Why?" So, it’s great here, right?”

"Where's Nick Fury?"

Dante frowned and asked.

"The intermediary you are looking for is your director, right? Is this your thank you gift? Where is he?"

"Okay, I know I can't hide it from you, but you have to understand that most of the houses that can meet your needs are relatively remote, and we don't want your office to appear in residential areas, so we can only use official power to help you I have made some profit, and I am also very grateful to you for giving us the opportunity to study the demon head."

When Bobby said this, he couldn't help but smile. Indeed, Dante left the devil's head in the yard just to give Coulson a chance to do some research. As long as Dante went back, the head would still be in its original shape. If the ground doesn't move, then Dante will pretend not to know.

But now, Dante didn't need to hide anything. He clapped his hands, smiled and nodded.

"Well, it seems that our cooperation is quite tacit. I am very satisfied with this museum and I owe you a favor."

"Shit, this is already the third favor you owe us."

"the second"

Dante curled his lips, wondering how much he would still owe this kind of favor, but it didn't matter, didn't SHIELD claim to protect humans? Hunting demons by himself was also a disguised form of protecting humans, and he would pay it off slowly.

"Whatever you say, the favor I owe you SHIELD will be repaid. The decoration here looks pretty good and the style is quite good. Maybe I can save some decoration money and give Coulson a call. , let him transport my trophies here, and I allow him to lead people to study for a day."

After Dante finished speaking, he went to the office of the original owner of the museum, sat comfortably on the owner's sofa chair, and put his legs on the desk.