American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

"Frank, you didn't say we'd encounter something like this!"

Grumbling, Barton couldn't see any resemblance between the centipede before him and the vampires. This made him doubt the ultraviolet arrow he had prepared.

"I also want to know the answer to this question. After I escaped, what exactly did that guy Kibutsuji Muzan do?"

Not just Barton, even Frank himself was starting to doubt whether ultraviolet light would still work.

"When you were around, are you sure he didn't create this kind of crazy thing?"

Barton questioned as he nocked an arrow on his bow.

This thing is bigger than a truck; it couldn't have grown to this size in a short amount of time.

"I swear, at most, he only dissected some living vampires!" Frank replied with a wry smile.

"Alright, that already sounds cruel enough!"

"I think so too."

The two of them were wary, but their mouths kept moving. The giant centipede stopped in mid-air, seemingly surprised that these two guys were so arrogant.

As if provoked by their attitude, it roared in mid-air and charged towards them at high speed with a rumbling sound.

Its movement was swift and bizarre. Its legs were composed of dozens of cyan-black arms on the left and right. These arms supported its body. When its entire body moved, it was more ferocious than a heavy truck crashing head-on.

Bang!

Naturally, they couldn't just sit and wait for death. Frank's pistol was the first to fire a bullet.

Eagle Eye's ultra-high dynamic vision allowed him to clearly see the effect of the bullet. The moment the bullet penetrated one of the centipede's arms, that part rapidly turned black and spread like ink.

But before the blackened part could spread to other parts of the body, that arm was severed, like a lizard shedding its tail to escape.

"Ultraviolet bullets, they're effective!"

Although he didn't see it as clearly as Eagle Eye, the severed arm was too obvious. After firing a shot, Frank didn't linger and immediately rolled to the right, trying to avoid the impact.

But the giant centipede didn't let him go. Despite its massive size, it was still able to slightly adjust its direction based on Frank's evasion.

The strangest thing was those cyan-black arms. They could actually lengthen in the air, not by much, but just enough to grab Frank's collar.

Frank was shocked when his collar was suddenly grabbed by the arm. He turned around and fired a shot at the arm, breaking it, but the pulling force from the arm had already made his body move towards the centipede.

[Emotional value from Frank Castle +1623]

"Kee hee hee!"

Killing one right at the start made the giant centipede excited. It stretched out several arms to grab Frank, but an arrow pierced through the raindrops and landed on the ground at Frank's feet, then burst into a flash.

Buzz—

High-concentration ultraviolet light shone all around.

The outstretched arms rapidly melted away as if they had encountered sulfuric acid.

The guard dog created by Kibutsuji Muzan let out a terrified scream after encountering modern weapons.

"Kee hee hee!!"

Then, seizing the opportunity, an ultraviolet grenade was thrown into the air by Frank, spinning.

Boom!

The moment the grenade exploded on the monster's head, the monster's screams echoed throughout the night sky. Then, its body, like disassembled Lego bricks, had hordes of low-level demons pour out of it.

"I'm free!"

"I want to eat meat, human meat!"

"Blood, give me blood!"

"Roar..."

[Emotional value from Frank Castle +1645]

[Emotional value from Clint Barton +1643]

The scene before them was as crazy as a zombie outbreak!

Bang! Bang! Bang!!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

There was no need to be polite to these guys. The two of them calmly drew their bows and fired their guns, making sure not to let a single one escape.

In a short while, these guys turned into black ashes and dissipated... except for one.

This was a thin and weak guy with grayish-white skin and a horn on his head. He looked timid and cowardly. When his companions charged forward, he was the only one trying to escape from here.

But his actions were completely captured by Barton. An arrow specially used to tie up enemies was shot out, binding him to the ground.

"Now, tell me, what's your name?"

Frank threatened, pointing his pistol at his forehead.

"Tom!"

Very cooperative, Tom was extremely compliant.

Then, without waiting for Frank to continue asking questions, he confessed everything about his ancestors for eighteen generations.

He was originally a drug addict who usually engaged in "zero-dollar shopping" activities. He came to Hell's Kitchen just to rob an Asian old man of his money to have some fun here. He never expected to be turned into this, and he truly regretted it.

He shouted that he didn't want to die, begging for their forgiveness, but Frank's next question made his body stiffen.

"Tell me, where is Kibutsuji Muzan?"

"I..." Opening his mouth, Tom's expression suddenly froze. He sniffed, and with those mutated red pupils, he sized up Frank, calling out in disbelief: "Wait! You're clearly a demon too, how dare you directly call that lord's name?"

Hearing his words, Frank asked strangely: "Why do you say that?"

"You don't know?"

Tom was shocked. What was going on with this guy?

"Anyone who is turned into a demon by that lord will be controlled by that lord. I personally saw a guy who directly called that lord's name behind his back die miserably!"

Barton silently glanced at Frank. Frank had already said Kibutsuji Muzan's name countless times on this journey, and nothing had happened.

This raised two questions: either Kibutsuji Muzan didn't want to kill him for the time being, or Frank's special nature made it impossible for the other party to kill him!

Considering that the Killing Stone fragment was in Frank's heart, Barton stroked his chin, leaning towards the second possibility.

But the agent's instinct made him secretly send this important information to Nick Fury.

Soon, he received Nick Fury's reply: "Observe for the time being, and prepare for the worst."

Barton's actions couldn't be hidden from Frank, who casually glanced over and focused his attention on Tom.

With his finger on the trigger, Frank's tone was as cold as ice.

"Don't try to trick me, tell me, where is Kibutsuji Muzan!"

"I really don't know, I'm just a hoodlum, a drug addict, a nobody, how could I know that lord's whereabouts?"

Tom shook his head frantically, truly daring not to speak.

Bang!

A bullet pierced Tom's arm, causing him to scream in terror, almost believing he was about to die.

Fortunately, the wound on his right arm told him that it was just a regular bullet, not one of those ultraviolet bullets, otherwise...

Click.

Frank loaded an ultraviolet bullet into the chamber and waved the muzzle of his gun.

"Speak, or not?"

Trembling and wearing a mournful face, Tom had no choice but to reluctantly utter a few words: "That lord is at Cra..."

He suddenly stopped, black veins spreading upwards from his neck, his eyes widening, filled with dense blood vessels, as if he had seen some terrifying being.

Something's not right!

Frank and Barton sensed something was wrong and immediately began to retreat.

Pfft!

Two thick, bluish-black arms suddenly stretched out from his mouth.

"Kibutsuji... Lord..."

Tears streaming down his face, Tom desperately wanted to beg for mercy, but two palms grabbed his head.

Then.

Smash!

Blood splattered everywhere, and the headless corpse fell heavily to the ground. Unlike being killed by ultraviolet light, this corpse was perfectly preserved.

Frank: "..."

Barton: "..."

[Emotional value from Frank Castle +1699]

[Emotional value from Clint Barton +1699]

The scene before them confirmed Tom's words. Muzan Kibutsuji indeed had some kind of strong control over his subordinates, feeling like... a curse!

This made Barton, who had never seen Muzan Kibutsuji, immediately raise the opponent's danger level.

This kind of dangerous guy, S.H.I.E.L.D. must eliminate!

The two exchanged a glance, their eyes flashing with various emotions. They checked the outside again, and after confirming that there were no escapees, they immediately entered the factory.

Everything here remained as it was when Frank left, except for those vampires who had once been hanging on the chains.

They... were gone.

"Could it be the same group from before?"

Having never seen those poor vampire test subjects, Barton walked over and speculated.

"No, those vampires had a large number of tattoos on their bodies. Those tattoos didn't appear on the people from earlier..."

As he spoke, Frank walked around the room, neither finding their corpses nor the ashes left behind after their deaths.

"So, I suspect they were transferred away."

"Who? That Muzan Kibutsuji?" Barton asked.

"Yes."

Nodding, Frank's eyes revealed a thoughtful look.

"Is that so?" Crossing his arms, Barton shook his head regretfully, "All I know now is that Muzan Kibutsuji isn't here. He's gone, and our leads have been cut off."

Frank: "..."

This was indeed a problem. Most importantly, they didn't even know Muzan Kibutsuji's purpose, making it difficult to deduce his specific location.

If they could know his location...

"I know."

Thump.

With a flip, Daredevil Matt jumped down from the roof.

He originally wanted to go directly to the Chrysler Building, but the screams of the monsters here attracted his attention. He didn't expect the Punisher, Frank, and Hawkeye, Barton, to be here.

"Matt?"

Calling out in surprise, Frank asked strangely, "What are you doing here?"

"You guys were too loud."

Pointing to his ears, Matt explained, then immediately brought the topic back.

"Muzan Kibutsuji, I just heard his name from someone. He seems to be planning something with the Tenseigan fragments?"

"Yes, everyone on these chains is a victim... including me."

Pointing to the chains, Frank's face looked ugly.

"..."

Only now realizing that Frank seemed to have experienced something bad, Matt hesitated slightly and told him the information he had heard from Kingpin.

"According to the information I received, a man named Muzan Kibutsuji is at the Chrysler Building..."

......

The Chrysler Building is a skyscraper located in eastern Manhattan, New York, at the intersection of 42nd Street and Lexington Avenue.

It has 77 floors and is 320 meters tall, making it the third tallest landmark building in New York City.

The building's sloped crown is one of its most famous features, consisting of a cross-shaped arched vault formed by seven layers of concentric curved slopes stacked on top of each other. Radial lines are electroplated and riveted together, with triangular windows interspersed throughout.

From bottom to top, each floor gradually shrinks and recedes, resembling a tall antenna from a distance.

Now, standing in front of a room on the 51st floor, Kingpin's subordinate opened the door and gestured for the guest behind him to enter.

"Mr. Kibutsuji, the space here is very large, perfectly in line with your requirements."

"Yes, thank you for your trouble."

Hearing the voice, Muzan Kibutsuji came back to his senses. Just now, through the connection of blood, he had cursed to death a subordinate who tried to reveal his information.

Very interesting, he actually saw Frank's figure there, and also... S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

"Hawkeye, Clint Barton."

As one of the Ten Rings gang, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intelligence was not a secret to them, and Hawkeye Barton's information was naturally on the list.

Considering S.H.I.E.L.D.'s intelligence system, finding this place was only a matter of time. Since that's the case...

Smiling coldly and pressing down on the brim of his hat, Muzan Kibutsuji took out a red crystal from his arms, which was another Tenseigan fragment.

The subordinate behind him was shocked, pretending not to see it. He bowed and sent him into the room, and at the moment the door closed, he immediately ran away.

Bang!

He slammed into someone, whose body was as cold as a block of ice, devoid of warmth.

"F*ck, you TM..."

Falling to the ground, the subordinate's nose bled, but he suddenly stopped cursing, and cold sweat flowed down his face.

In front of his eyes, a dozen black-clothed people stood silently, their fangs silently telling their identities.

Vampires!

But in reality... how could it be possible?!

Click.

Dragging the subordinate with a broken neck, a group of vampires went straight into Muzan Kibutsuji's room.

They threw the corpse on the ground and stood quietly against the wall, like mindless puppets.

Muzan Kibutsuji didn't even glance at them. He took out the Tenseigan fragment and threw it on the subordinate's chest, dropping a drop of his own blood into the subordinate's mouth, smiling playfully.

"Heh heh, very good. Since S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to play, then I'll play with it..."