American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Boom!

A bolt of lightning struck down, igniting a withered tree.

Screech—

The car swerved sharply, Grant driving and shouting as he frantically sped towards the pier.

"Constantine, since we're going to Cauldron Lake, why don't we just get out here?!"

Since it's called Lakeside Villa, the area it's in is naturally on the shore of Cauldron Lake.

No matter how you look at it, the distance from here to Cauldron Lake is the shortest, but Constantine flatly rejected it.

"No, the compass isn't pointing here; we're going to the 'entrance' at the bottom of the lake, we have to be in the right position!"

Thump!

A telephone pole suddenly collapsed from the right, blocking their path.

"Everyone hold on tight!"

After a loud reminder, Grant slammed on the brakes and turned the steering wheel sharply.

With the roar of the engine, the wheels rubbed rapidly on the ground, skidding out a few arcs.

The right bumper even scraped a spark on the telephone pole before barely getting around the left side!

Too thrilling!

Bang!

With a mournful cry, a stag fell to the ground, bleeding, after being hit by the car.

But more than the injuries on its body, the glare from the headlights made it even more uncomfortable.

It struggled to avoid the light, appearing very afraid.

Bang!

"These are all captives controlled by the darkness, don't hesitate, go around it!"

Constantine shouted a reminder after shooting the stag.

Everyone quickly reacted.

The agents in the back seat stretched their guns out of the windows, while Grant drove around the stag's corpse.

After they drove forward for a while, Grant finally couldn't help but curse.

"F*ck! Why are there so many deer?!"

A group of deer gathered around the car.

Constantine waved a magical flame, and the agents in the back seat fired bullets wildly.

Bang bang bang...

After being delayed for a while, a truck driver floored the accelerator, driving the truck and laughing maniacally as he charged towards them from the street on the left.

"Crap!"

Grant's heart skipped a beat, and he slammed on the gas pedal.

Buzz!

The wheels spun rapidly, rubbing against the ground and emitting white smoke, forcefully resisting the deer herd in front, trying to break through.

But the speed of the oncoming truck was too fast, and without the obstruction of the deer herd, it was about to crash into them.

"It's over!"

Everyone was shocked and widened their eyes.

Boom!

The truck exploded, blown away by a rocket fired from the sky.

Bang bang bang...

High-speed bullets hit the ground, scattering the deer herd around the vehicle.

The clear letters on the cabin door proved the identity of the newcomers.

Support from S.H.I.E.L.D... had arrived.

"Good job!"

Grant gave a thumbs up to the sky, shouting to the helicopter above.

"You guys protect us, we're going to the pier at Cauldron Lake..."

Flap flap flap!

A flock of crows that appeared out of nowhere crashed into the helicopter, the helicopter wobbled in the air and crashed with a clang from the sky, bursting into a ball of fire.

"..."

Tightly closing his mouth, Grant drove the vehicle forward at maximum speed.

Rumble rumble rumble...

Snapping trees, the black tornado finally rushed from afar, chasing relentlessly, crushing everything along the way.

Finally.

"We're here!"

Grant shouted and violently turned the steering wheel.

Whoosh—

Skidding sideways, the rear wheels of the car lifted high, splashing a spray of water.

With a series of continuous accelerations, Constantine and the others finally reached the pier.

"Okay, hurry up, we'll get out here!"

Releasing the seat belt, Constantine was about to open the car door.

Bang—!

The car body shook violently.

The crowd tumbled, the car spinning in the air and flipping off the pier.

At that moment, Constantine's peripheral vision saw a pickup truck wrapped in black smoke.

Splash—!

The car fell into the water and quickly began to sink.

Drawing a dagger, Constantine held his breath and cut the seat belt on Grant, who was covered in blood and had passed out.

The three agents in the back seat were not spared either, and Constantine had to open the car door, trying to drag them out from the outside.

But he overestimated his physical strength, and in just a moment, he already felt dizzy.

"No! I need oxygen!"

His body struggled upwards, and a light switch floated out of his pocket.

He saw the switch and subconsciously reached out.

Click.

A soft white light lit up in the lake, and a man in a diving suit suddenly appeared in front of him...

The next second.

"Ha... ha......"

Gasping for breath, Constantine sat up from the ground.

"Where... is this?"

Looking around, Grant and the others were lying around, but they hadn't woken up.

This was a dark wooden house, the air filled with a fishy smell of soil.

There was no furniture, only a black antique typewriter on a table against the wall in the middle.

A chair was knocked over on the ground in front of the table, and not far from the chair, a familiar man was lying there.

"Alan Wake?"

Surprised, Constantine recognized the man at a glance.

"So, we're 'in'!"

He thought of the switch, the man in the diving suit, and the white light...

After waking Grant up from the ground, the instinctive reaction of an agent made Grant quickly scan around.

According to the information Constantine had given before, this should be that "other world", it's just... much smaller than imagined.

After a brief exchange, the two woke up several subordinates in turn and came to Alan Wake's side.

Slap slap slap!

After trying many methods, three consecutive slaps landed on Alan's face, seeing that the other party had no reaction, Grant drew a dagger, preparing to get a little rough, but was stopped by Constantine.

"His current state is very strange, like he's fallen into a deep dream, you can't wake him up with simple methods..."

Rolling up his sleeves, Constantine pried open Alan's mouth with his left hand, inserted his right hand into his mouth, and while pulling on Alan's tongue, chanted a strange magic spell.

"￥%##￥#......"

… …

"Ha... ha......"

On the street, Alan Wake was trying hard to run forward.

Trees and gravel were constantly shooting at him from behind, and he could occasionally see a few illusions, including friends, agents, his wife, and even his enemies.

Those people were saying completely different things, either helping him or trying to break his mind.

Alan felt that he must have forgotten something important.

In this dangerous Bright Falls, he didn't even remember how long he had been on the run.

Bang!

When he dodged another attack again, he hurriedly hid in the restroom of a nearby restaurant.

Rattle rattle rattle...

Skillfully turning on the faucet, splashing the cold water on his face, Alan's eyes were filled with tired bloodshot eyes.

Slowly raising his head and looking at himself in the mirror, his expression froze.

What's going on?

When... did I start smoking?

The self in the mirror was very strange, lighting a cigarette and holding it in his mouth.

"Glug..."

Swallowing nervously, subconsciously touching his mouth, Alan took a step back and was about to escape, when an arm suddenly stretched out from the mirror, dragging him into... the mirror in his terrified gaze!