American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Unfortunately, this streak of bad luck showed no signs of stopping.

Through the Hydra agents lurking within S.H.I.E.L.D., a widespread cross-contamination and chain reaction had formed.

Choking while drinking water, getting bumped while walking, being directly hit by bird droppings, and even when hiding in the toilet, either there was no toilet paper or the waste wouldn't flush.

In short, regardless of the situation, the probability of encountering bad luck was extremely high.

Extremely abnormal!

"Bang!"

As the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury slammed his hand on the table, spewing profanities.

"F*ck, f*ck..."

He was extremely annoyed and couldn't help but slam the table a few more times.

As a result, his hand was fine, but the expensive custom-made table cracked with a snap!

Before he could react to what was happening, the ground beneath his feet suddenly gave way with a thud, creating a large hole.

With a terrified expression, Fury fell straight down.

"F*ck——"

【Emotional Value from Phil Coulson +356】

【Emotional Value from Alexander Pierce +355】

【Emotional Value from Nick Fury +349】

【Emotional Value from S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents +757】

......

Chinatown, New York.

Chinese Little Master Restaurant, first floor lobby.

The space inside was large, decorated with red lanterns and the character "Fu" (good fortune), creating a strong Eastern vibe.

Even though it was already afternoon, customers were still coming in an endless stream.

Seeing the emotional value notifications appearing one after another, Constantine couldn't help but spit out the soup in his mouth with a "噗" sound.

Happy, sitting opposite him, was extremely unlucky, getting his face covered in soup, and glared at him unhappily.

【Emotional Value from Happy Hogan +299】

"Sorry, sorry... I suddenly thought of something interesting, I really couldn't hold it in."

Constantine stood up and apologized repeatedly.

Patting Tony's shoulder, Pepper Potts asked in annoyance.

"Tony... what are you doing? Watching so intently."

Snapping out of it, Tony reluctantly turned his gaze away from an Eastern girl dressed in a blue cheongsam with her hair styled in buns.

He felt that her aura was very special, especially the two men and one woman beside her, who didn't seem like ordinary people.

"It's nothing, I just think the food here is really delicious."

Having gone through a life-and-death crisis, Tony had clearly matured a lot.

Especially recently, he and Pepper had been getting along very well, and he had given her too much authority over the company's management.

As a result, his uncle, Obadiah Stane, had become increasingly dissatisfied with him.

But speaking of this uncle...

Recently, when he ordered Jarvis to check the company's accounts, he did discover some problems such as unauthorized misappropriation of company funds.

Raising his glass, Tony silently toasted with the others, deciding to find a time to talk to Obadiah seriously.

"Huh? Isn't that Coulson?"

Happy, who was sitting next to him, put down his towel and said in surprise.

Everyone turned their heads and saw a person walking in from the hotel entrance.

His head was wrapped in thick bandages, and his left arm was in a cast, hanging in front of his chest. It was Coulson.

Seeing them sitting there, Coulson's eyes lit up and he quickly walked towards them.

"Coulson? What happened to you?"

Tony was a little surprised.

Is the work of a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent that dangerous?

His smile was very awkward, and Coulson didn't know how to answer.

Constantine, who was sitting next to him drinking, said sarcastically.

"It's indeed quite dangerous.

It would be even more dangerous if you stole something else.

Especially when that thing is a cursed magical item!"

This... sounds like there's something more to the story.

Tony wasn't stupid and immediately understood that there was a story behind it. His expression turned cold and he stopped paying attention to Coulson.

"......"

Coulson felt wronged. They just went in to take a look and didn't take anything.

But wasn't the price they paid a bit too harsh?

He heard that the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters was paralyzed.

Bad luck was like a damn chewing gum stuck to his body, and there was no way to get rid of it no matter what he did!

Now, the hope of the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. rested on him!

Coulson's expression became firm: "Mr. John Constantine, I must apologize to you. We did go in to take a look that night."

"But it was only out of curiosity about you.

You are the only known mage in the world, so naturally we pay close attention to you!"

Seeing that Constantine didn't speak, he continued to explain.

"Please believe us, we only spent a few minutes confirming and then left the house. We didn't take any of your items!"

Although they were indeed wrong, S.H.I.E.L.D. had always been like this.

Considering that they had restrained themselves and didn't touch anything, could he please do them a favor and remove the curse from them?

But Constantine curled his lips and mocked: "My cat is missing."

"Cat?"

"Yes... a black beckoning cat."

A flash of lightning went through Coulson's mind, and he quickly recalled the appearance of the beckoning cat.

"But......"

He clearly put the beckoning cat down at the time and didn't take it away.

Could it be......

S.H.I.E.L.D.'s management was extremely strict. Although not everything was strictly prohibited, everyone absolutely obeyed orders in their work.

So... there's a mole?!

【Emotional Value from Phil Coulson +366】

Drawing this conclusion in an instant, Coulson couldn't wait to rush back to report to Nick Fury.

Seeing Coulson's face changing, Tony seemed to understand something.

He stood up, looked at the other party coldly, and warned.

"Agent Phil Coulson, go back and tell your director that John Constantine is a magical technology consultant I hired with a lot of money.

If you continue to harass him again and again, I will let you see the power of Stark Industries' legal team!"

"......"

Alas... it really was a case of trying to steal a chicken only to lose the rice used as bait.

【Emotional Value from Phil Coulson +371】

Constantine, seeing that he was pitiful, took out a cigarette and lightly reminded him.

"Regardless of who took the cat, my senses won't be wrong, it's in your S.H.I.E.L.D.!

As for the curse you triggered......"

Speaking of this, he showed a wicked smile.

"At most, in three more days, the curses on you will dissipate."

"Is that so?"

Finally getting confirmation from a professional, Coulson slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

【Emotional Value from Phil Coulson +387】

He thanked the other party solemnly, knowing that everyone didn't welcome him, turned around to say goodbye, and limped towards the outside.

As a result, what was supposed to come still came. Just as he walked near the door, with a "啪嗒" sound.

A plate inexplicably fell from the second floor, hitting Coulson's forehead straight on.

噗!

His eyes went dark, his footsteps faltered, his body swayed, and with a "啪嗒" sound, he fell to the ground, completely unconscious.

"Ah ah ah......"

The scene was in chaos.