American comics: Launching a dimensional war at the beginning

Chapter 83 Tony Stark’s determination, the funeral is being held

After the battle last night, everything seemed to have returned to normal.

The phenomenon of "drowning disease" spreading crazily in New York City seems to have settled with the end of the battle.

However, during this battle, those people who disappeared and things that were damaged could never be restored to their original state.

Everything is like the moon in the water or the flowers in the mirror. Under the cruel blow of reality, it finally turns into a bubble that bursts under the sun.

The sunlight shines through the large floor-to-ceiling windows of the villa and onto Tony's body on the sofa, unable to bring any vitality to his pale face.

Today's Tony Stark is pale, and the frequent battles last night have had a great impact on his body. I saw Tony with a pair of big panda eyes, with streaks of blood covering the eyeballs and whites of his eyes.

As for him, who was resting on the sofa, he looked very decadent. If his chest hadn't been rising and falling regularly, others might have thought that the person lying on the sofa was a dead body.

As for why Tony became so decadent?

Mainly because of Happy's health. Even though Chu Renmei's innocent soul was successfully eliminated last night, Happy still hasn't woken up and is still lying unconscious on the hospital bed.

Last night, Tony watched helplessly as the culprit who caused Happy to fall unconscious, Jin was led by others to escape the scene calmly, but he had no way to stop the two of them from leaving.

Not only that, Happy's physical problems are still unresolved, and he himself is still sleeping in bed and never wakes up.

During the battle last night, Tony was also very aware of the role he played and understood that he did not make much contribution.

In the battle last night, his attacks on Jin Bin's body were basically like scraping.

To evaluate Tony's record unceremoniously, his own role in this battle was not even as good as that funny bastard Deadpool.

After Constantine used Deadpool's soul to summon the demon, Deadpool was then possessed by the demon god Barbatos, but he was able to fight Kingpin back and forth, buying some time for Zhang Lingyu's subsequent explosion.

The occurrence of all these things hit Tony, who has a proud character, even more.

Before the battle started last night, Tony had made up his mind to avenge Happy, but the successive blows and setbacks made the arrogant Tony feel confused.

"Constantine, I need more powerful magic. Even those dangerous black magics, I want to learn them."

Tony lay on the sofa in silence for a long time, his eyes staring straight at the ceiling, staring at the ceiling, not speaking, and there was no other unnecessary expression on his face, as if there was something engraved on it. Something attracted him.

After this painful period of silence, Tony Stark finally spoke.

I saw him sitting up from the sofa unsteadily, looking at Constantine who was smoking a cigarette not far away, and asked for help with magic.

When Tony thought about what Happy had suffered during this period and the futility of his efforts in the face of powerful enemies, he made up his mind to become stronger.

"Tony, do you really want to learn those profound black magic? I think the black magic I taught you before is almost enough."

"If it's too profound, the price you pay will be unimaginable."

Constantine put down the cigarette in his hand and asked Tony seriously with a deep look in his eyes.

"Um!"

"Well, I hope you won't regret it."

I won't regret it. I don't have the strength to protect the people around me. I can only regret it silently. That is what is truly regrettable.

Tony clenched his fists tightly, thinking in his heart that he had already made up his mind.

The former playboy Tony died in a cave in Afghanistan long ago, and the only one who came back alive was Iron Man who wanted to protect others.

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Greenwood Cemetery.

This is where New York history is buried - deep in Brooklyn lies Green-Wood Cemetery, the largest and most famous cemetery in the United States.

Since the 19th century, New York's elites in various fields such as industry, commerce, politics, and art have chosen to rest here.

Greenwood Cemetery was established in 1838 and covers an area of ​​478 acres (about 9 square kilometers). It is a piece of rolling hills, including valleys, ponds, churches and other ancillary facilities.

Viewed from a distance, it doesn't look like a cemetery where the dead are buried, but more like a beautiful city park.

When you stand on the hill at Greenwood Cemetery, you can look out over the cityscape of Brooklyn and Queens.

During the nineteenth century, Greenwood was one of the most popular tourist attractions in the United States.

In recent years, the available space in the cemetery has become less and less, and the number of tourists has gradually increased.

From the day it was founded, Greenwood has been the choice of New York's top wealthy.

In 1966, a New York Times article stated that New Yorkers’ ideals in life are to “live on Fifth Avenue, live in Central Park, and sleep with my father in Greenwood.”

In Greenwood Cemetery today, in front of a newly erected tombstone, the seriously injured defenders stood silently in silence.

The reason why several defenders and Zhang Lingyu gathered here was to pay silent tribute to Luke Cage, who died in battle last night, and to mourn this fallen hero and his close comrade-in-arms.

Several male defenders present were wearing black suits, holding black hats and bundles of white chrysanthemums in their hands.

Jessica, the only female defender, also wore a black dress with a thin layer of black gauze on her face.

Zhang Lingyu, as the only Oriental among those mourning in silence, was originally wearing white clothes. Now that he is still wearing white clothes, it seems more like he is mourning for others.

Everyone was dressed so solemnly and silently in their hearts for their dead companions, praying that his soul could ascend to heaven and rest in peace forever.

"Boom!!"

"Damn it, how could it be like this!"

Silence, silence, an unknown amount of time passed, and finally someone broke the dead silence that was like thousands of years of frozen soil.

Jessica, who was wearing a black dress, ignored her image, raised her delicate-looking palms, and angrily punched the big tree next to her, shaking the green tree so hard that the leaves straightened. Floating straight down from above.

Matt sighed softly and comforted his partner beside him while holding the guide stick.

"Luke is a good person. His sacrifice is not without effect. We will always remember him."

"Mother F**k, this is all because of the damn Kingpin. It was exactly what he did that Luke died in the battle last night."

Jessica clenched her fists tightly and said with gritted teeth.

You must know the setting in the original work. The relationship between her and Luke is not as simple as comrades-in-arms. There is a closer relationship between them.

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