American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

"Hmph, hmph... You really think we, the Hand, have no way to deal with you?"

Leading a large group of black-clad ninja assassins, Nobu blocked the only path at the entrance, dressed in a red ninja outfit, flaunting himself like a peacock as he disdainfully drew a katana.

"Nobu?"

Stick recognized the other party's identity by his voice, turning his head to introduce him to Matt in a low voice.

"He is Madame Gao's disciple and has also used the Dragon Bone. If you don't want him resurrected, remember to cut off his head with a blade!"

Raising his two short batons, Matt frowned slightly but remained silent.

"Old man, you know quite a lot. Today, we must leave you here!"

Having his secrets exposed, Nobu felt uneasy. He pointed his katana in Stick's direction, ordering like a Japanese officer.

"Attack!"

Thereupon, the underlings, wielding various weapons, frantically charged toward the two.

Facing numerous enemies, the two stood back-to-back, cooperating with each other, surprisingly holding their ground.

Seeing that they couldn't break through after a long assault, Nobu was very dissatisfied. He raised his katana, let out two strange cries, and thrust fiercely at Stick.

Nobu smiled confidently and cruelly, determined that as long as he first eliminated this old guy, the remaining Daredevil would be isolated and helpless, ground to death within their encirclement.

This plan was perfect, but he underestimated Stick's strength.

Stick wielded his baton with superb skill, casually blocking attacks while landing two sharp blows on Nobu's face. If his subordinates hadn't risked their lives to save him, Stick would have performed a barehanded sword snatch, beheading him.

What the hell? How could this old man be so strong?!

With both cheeks swollen and dazedly holding his katana, Nobu's confidence suffered an unprecedented blow.

I'm a Jonin!!

But Stick had no interest in paying him any attention. He and Matt cooperated perfectly, knocking down the attacking enemies one by one.

However, high-intensity combat drains one's spirit, and coupled with the large number of enemies, Stick soon revealed a flaw due to his age.

His eyes lit up, and Nobu immediately regained his senses. He grinned sinisterly, raising his katana and leaping into the air.

"Hahahaha, old thing, you're finished this time!!"

At this moment, Stick had just knocked away a ninja and didn't have time to catch his breath when he "saw" Nobu's katana slashing down.

Matt paused, unable to provide assistance in time, and could only watch this scene with eyes wide with horror.

"Stick..."

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

A large hole was blasted in Nobu's chest. His expression hadn't even changed when he let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground.

Whoosh—

"Go!"

A figure suddenly descended from the sky, grabbing one person in each hand and quickly flying away.

Seeing their leader killed, the Hand ninjas were naturally unwilling to let them leave, and they chased after them closely.

Bang bang bang bang!!!!!

First, they were met with a barrage of bullets that made them scurry for cover, then a grenade blocked their path, and finally, they could only watch helplessly as their figures cut through the night sky and disappeared.

A few minutes later, the five leaders hurriedly arrived, their faces instantly turning gloomy as they looked at Nobu's corpse.

"It's the Defenders!"

"So many people, and they couldn't even stop those two? Truly useless!"

"What do we do? Our plan hasn't succeeded yet, we can't afford to make mistakes here!"

"We can only speed up the progress and strive to open the Black Sky earlier!"

"Madame Gao, what about Nobu? Can he still be resurrected?"

"......"

Madame Gao wore a sorrowful expression, pretending to wipe away non-existent tears, and raised her face to say with hatred.

"Those who accomplish great things do not stick to trifles. We will take his body and offer it to the Black Sky.

I believe that his spirit in heaven will surely rest in peace..."

Crap! This old schemer is really inhuman! x4

The four leaders cursed inwardly, all giving a middle finger, and quickly grabbed the body on the ground, returning to the location of the Black Sky.

......

Fifteen minutes later, Jessica Jones, carrying the two, circled in the air a few times and quietly landed at a residential house.

This place looked unremarkable but was a secret base of the Defenders Alliance.

At this time, Luke Cage had been waiting for a long time. Seeing Jessica bring Matt and Stick in, he stepped forward to reprimand them.

"Matt, if Frank hadn't discovered your tracks, you would have been in grave danger today!"

"......"

Silently glancing at his fist, Matt sincerely apologized.

"Sorry, before clarifying the truth about the Hand, I didn't really want to drag you guys into this."

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed in the resurrection of the dead.

Looking at Stick, Luke resentfully lowered his clenched fist and continued to ask.

"Then you, okay... you guys, how is the investigation going?"

Stick curled his lip and found a place to sit down, while Matt quickly answered.

"After the Bakuto incident, I always thought that the five leaders of the Hand had been buried along with the explosion.

But sadly, our understanding of them is still too little. They somehow resurrected again and obtained a black box."

"That box is called the Black Sky, and the four sides are carved with four faces representing joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

It gives me a very bad feeling, whether that box can fulfill people's wishes or is sealed with some kind of terrifying monster.

For the sake of the city's order and stability, we must stop them..."

Chattering on, Matt recounted the information he had learned to Luke and Jessica in detail.

[Emotional value from Luke Cage +938]

[Emotional value from Jessica Jones +943]

"......"

Opening his mouth, Luke cursed the fact in his heart.

"To be honest, Matt, if you weren't the one saying this, I definitely wouldn't believe it!"

He extended his right hand to Matt.

"Since it's such a dangerous thing, then count me in."

"And me!"

Crack.

It was Frank. He was carrying a gun bag and climbing in from outside the window... well, he didn't climb in, he got stuck.

"Ahem... guys, come and pull me in!"

Rolling her eyes, Jessica Jones stepped forward and pulled him in.

"Thanks, I suggest finding a house with a slightly larger window as a base next time."

Standing on the ground, Frank thanked him and casually put down the gun bag.

"Frank... you were the one who chose this house."

Staring at him, Jessica couldn't help but complain.

"Okay, Jessica, thank you for your reminder, it seems I didn't think thoroughly enough."

Shrugging, Frank casually replied, then looked seriously in Stick's direction.

"Matt, before you answer the question, I want to ask, who is he?"

"Stick, the leader of Chaste, and also my former master. In short, he is not an enemy."

There was no need to hide it, and Matt told Stick's information.

Stick didn't care. He looked at these guys who didn't look simple and wanted them to be more and more.

But in order to facilitate future cooperation, he still stood up and introduced himself.

After hearing his introduction and Matt's guarantee, several people temporarily accepted him.

Jessica's eyes rolled, and she quickly walked to the center of the crowd and stretched out one hand: "Although Iron Fist and Chun-Li are missing, our Defenders Alliance is gathering again!"

Hearing this, several people were happy. They thought of the last experience and stretched out one hand to stack on it.

Defenders Alliance—Assemble!