American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

"Yes, we should find Tony Stark!"

"Didn't Loki say he was friends with him? He'll definitely have a way!"

"Find Tony quickly, I don't want to be killed by a vengeful spirit!!"

"......"

If it were a normal murder case, it would be fine, but this case seems to reveal a hint of weirdness no matter how you look at it.

Curses and vengeful spirits are repeatedly mentioned, and everyone is afraid that they will become the next victim!

They don't have the confidence to be able to fight against vengeful spirits through the police and bodyguards to ensure their personal safety.

And what about our Tony?

He received countless calls from other wealthy people early in the morning. While realizing the seriousness of the matter, he also helplessly stated that he had no way to help.

He was clearly telling the truth, but some people who were desperate didn't want to believe what he said, and left threats in the phone one by one.

Reflected in the stock market, Stark Industries' stock price began to fall continuously, and shareholders were full of wailing.

At the same time, S.H.I.E.L.D. was not idle either.

Black Widow Natasha Romanoff successfully joined Stark Industries and became Pepper Potts' assistant with her excellent abilities.

"Um... I just saw Stark, his face was a little ugly, he seems to be in trouble......"

Taking advantage of the break to go to the toilet, Natasha took out her mobile phone and reported the situation of meeting Tony just now to Nick Fury.

"Okay, okay, I understand... I will continue to persevere."

Hanging up the phone, she naturally put the phone back in her pocket, pushed up her glasses, and Natasha, dressed as a professional woman, walked away on high heels.

......

Laboratory.

Tony Stark summons Jarvis.

"Sir, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Jarvis, retrieve all the surveillance footage from Stark Industries Tower that day.

I need to know who came that day!"

Tony issued the order, and Jarvis quickly retrieved the surveillance images, projecting them densely onto the void in front of Tony.

"Remove useless information and retrieve suspicious people."

So, the images began to decrease rapidly. Under the powerful computing power of artificial intelligence, the images were successfully reduced to 27.

"This one isn't, this one isn't either......"

Quickly swiping his hands and turning off the images one by one, Tony's eyeballs rolled around, quickly making judgments.

Hard work pays off. On the 13th image, he finally found the clue he wanted.

"That's... Assistant Pepper's office?"

A hand suddenly stretched out from the air and inserted a USB into the office computer host.

The owner of that hand seemed to have discovered the location of the camera. After making a 'V' sign towards the camera, he shrank back and disappeared.

Although the time was short and the picture was not very clear,

through Loki's image left in the Four Seasons Hotel incident before, and through computer calculation and comparison, the probability of similarity between the two reached an astonishing 99.73%.

"Loki!"

Tony's face darkened.

[Emotional value from Tony Stark +373]

He was already wondering why Jarvis, as an artificial intelligence, could be so easily breached.

He didn't expect that the enemy had touched the inside and bypassed the system to upload directly.

But knowing the other party's methods did not improve the current situation in any way.

After hesitating again and again, he finally made up his mind and ordered Jarvis.

"Retrieve the video Loki uploaded that day, I want to study it again."

"Yes, sir."

Buzz ~

The lights in the laboratory flickered almost imperceptibly.

In a certain instant, it seemed as if an old woman stood there lifelessly......

......

"Coulson... I need you to go to the New York Police Department and bring someone out."

"Yes, Director Fury."

Hanging up the phone in his hand, Nick Fury narrowed his eyes and refocused his gaze on the image in front of him.

On the open space outside a mansion, a man wearing a brown trench coat was spat out like space spitting out trash......

......

Ka Pa.

New York City Police Department, interrogation room.

Holding a lighter, Officer Tom lit a cigarette for the other party, and then impatiently patted the table and urged.

"Alright kid, I've lit your cigarette.

Now... tell me quickly, why did you appear near the Noll Manor?"

Taking a satisfying puff of smoke and slowly exhaling the smoke from his nostrils, the man in the brown cloak showed a satisfied smile.

"If I told you that as soon as I appeared in this world, I smelled the aura of a vengeful spirit from that manor, would you believe me, officer?"

"Vengeful spirit?"

"Yes, the aura there is very strong. As the famous Hell Detective, I have a duty......"

Bang!!

Slamming the table hard, Officer Tom stood up abruptly, grabbed the man's collar with a sense of oppression, and roared.

"F*ck... kid, you listen to me, my patience is limited!

If you want to continue wasting time with me, discussing your fairy tales, believe me, I'll make you regret it!"

Sh*t... he was really fed up with this bastard who was full of nonsense!

"Listen, don't play tricks on me anymore, honestly answer my questions!"

But the man on the opposite side behaved indifferently, even taking another puff of smoke.

"So ah, officer.

You don't believe me when I tell the truth. Do you have to make me specially fabricate a lie to tell you?"

Staring at the man's eyes, Tom couldn't find any fear in his gaze.

This guy... is a veteran.

He should have dealt with the police quite a bit......

He let go of his hand and cursed inwardly.

Now the superiors are urging him, and he finally found a clue, and he didn't want to give up this opportunity no matter what.

But looking at the other party's rogue-like appearance that wouldn't yield to anything, he knew that the possibility of prying open the other party's mouth in a short period of time according to the formal procedures was infinitely close to zero.

Thinking of his wife's complaints over the years, Tom was unwilling to waste any more time. He was overwhelmed by the desire to make merit and get promoted, and with red eyes, he took out his baton, ready to forcibly do it and force a confession.

But the man just smoked his cigarette, looking at him indifferently, as if looking at a pitiful clown.

"Bastard!!"

Enraged, Tom scurried over, raising his baton and smashing it towards that annoying face.

Bang!

The interrogation room door was suddenly pushed open.

A police officer walked in with a group of people.

"......"

The anger in his heart instantly extinguished, Tom held up the baton, awkwardly stopping in mid-air ＼(；￢_￢).

"Hello, I'm Agent Phil Coulson from the FBI. This is my ID."

Among the group of people who came in, an older man with slightly thinning hair came out first.

He pointed to the smoking man sitting across the table and said sternly to Officer Tom.

"According to administrative orders, this man named John Constantine is now under the full control of the FBI!"