American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Two hours later, in the midst of a heavy snowstorm, the three arrived at a camp, each step sinking deep into the snow.

The camp was covered in a thick layer of snow, and the Umbrella Corporation's logo hung askew on the barbed wire fence. No one guarded the perimeter, and there were no signs of life within, making it feel like a vast, eerie cemetery.

The three exchanged a silent glance, cautiously stepping inside. The camp was meticulously planned, with abandoned vehicles lining the roads, encased in ice and snow, clearly unused for some time.

The surrounding air was still and quiet, the atmosphere deathly and oppressive.

"Could it be that the Umbrella people left immediately after excavating the dragon corpse?"

The thought flashed through his mind. Tony, his face grim, looked towards the central area of the camp. Deadpool stealthily approached, winking and pointing towards the inside, indicating something was amiss.

"Jarvis!"

Tony understood instantly. He immediately activated the infrared detection module, revealing a red, humanoid outline.

The figure was around 1.8 meters tall, standing in the very center of the building. He seemed to sense the activity outside and slowly turned his head.

"Not good, he's spotted us..."

Snap.

A weight settled on his shoulder, and the figure in the infrared vision vanished instantly. A raspy voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Who are you?"

"..."

Judging from the voice, it seemed to be an old man. Without panicking, Tony turned his head to look at the person behind him.

"I am Iron Man, Tony Stark. And you... who are you?"

"Hilbert Jean Angers, just an ordinary old man."

Angers said casually, removing his hand from Tony's shoulder.

"I hardly think someone who can cross dozens of meters in an instant is ordinary."

His expression behind the mask was incredibly serious. Tony spoke with a profound undertone. There was no way this silver-haired, bespectacled old man in a black suit would appear at the Umbrella camp without a reason.

"Hey, old timer, what are you doing here?"

Compared to Tony Stark, Deadpool was much more direct. He drew a gun from his crotch, twirling it flamboyantly. Before he could even strike a pose, the gun vanished from his hand... appearing in Angers's hand.

"Nice gun. Here you go~"

After examining the firearm, Angers tossed it back into Deadpool's arms.

Holding the gun, Deadpool gestured awkwardly, then turned to Constantine, saying dryly.

"Uh... this old guy is pretty厉害, Constantine. Did he use some kind of magic just now?"

"Huff..."

Exhaling a plume of smoke, Constantine frowned, thinking for a moment before saying.

"No, I didn't sense any magical aura. This gentleman's speed is astonishing."

"Indeed, his speed surpasses the transmission of our optic nerve signals. The effect appears to be instantaneous movement..."

By slowing down the previous footage by 20 times, Tony successfully discovered Angers's secret.

"Hahaha... truly remarkable young man!"

Tightening the tie around his neck, Angers chuckled and turned to walk towards the house in the center, beckoning as he went.

"Come with me, I have a general idea of why you've come here."

"Tsk..."

Constantine stubbed out his cigarette, and was the first to follow.

"Let's go, I don't sense any malice from him for now."

The two behind him exchanged a look and followed.

They entered the room, coming to Angers's side. Ahead of them was a circular pit, a dozen meters deep, with some excavation tools scattered at the bottom, indicating that someone had been digging there before.

"I've already searched. The dragon corpse here has been taken away by the people from the camp. There are no other bodies."

Knowing what they were thinking, Angers said.

"Furthermore, these people took away all the documents and computers, leaving no secrets behind."

Tony looked down into the pit, unwilling to give up, seeing nothing of interest. He even flew to the bottom of the pit to search carefully, but still didn't find what he was looking for.

He felt somewhat dejected, silently flying back. Could this trip to Antarctica be in vain?

But Angers's next words immediately cheered him up.

"Although the dragon corpse is gone, I found a remaining dragon scale. Perhaps... it will be of some help to you!"

"Mr. Angers, are you willing to give it to us?"

"Of course, it's just a dragon scale. It's not a particularly rare item to me. In comparison, as the principal of Cassell College, I'd rather gain your friendship!"

Extending his hand, the two shook hands. Angers took out a brown scale from his pocket.

"This should be a Subspecies dragon. Its aura is very strong."

Taking the scale, Tony asked in confusion.

"What is a Subspecies?"

"Subspecies are those dragons with noble titles, and their bodies tend to be larger."

Seeing that Tony still didn't understand, Angers continued to explain.

"To put it simply, First Generation are like the pharaohs and high priests of Egypt, and the noble class beneath them are the Subspecies. Compared to the First Generation, they are not on the same level in terms of power or bloodline concentration..."

"Principal Angers, you seem to know a great deal about the Dragon race?"

Constantine suddenly interjected, taking the cigarette from his mouth.

"Yeah, how do you know so much?"

Deadpool squinted at him. He's just a principal, when did he learn so many secrets?

Silently looking at him, Tony hoped he could offer more explanation.

Scanning the three of them, Angers straightened his collar solemnly and briefly recounted the history of the Dragon race.

"In a forgotten era of ancient times, this world was once ruled by the four Dragon Kings for a period of time. They are the Bronze and Fire King, the Earth and Mountain King, the Sky and Wind King, and the Ocean and Water King..."

"Our ancestors fought against the Dragon race in history. Although different from you, they also silently protected this world in their own way. And Cassell College is an institution dedicated to studying and dealing with the Dragon race."

Saying this, he handed a black card to Tony, smiling.

"Mr. Tony Stark, this world is undergoing unprecedented upheaval. Cassell College cannot remain complacent. We have no malice towards you.

If you want to learn more about the Dragon race, you are welcome to visit Cassell College. I believe you will definitely like it there!"

Then, he looked at the three of them seriously, and his figure suddenly disappeared into the air.

"He's gone."

Constantine said, putting a new cigarette in his mouth.

"Hey, hey, hey, old man, didn't you forget two cards just now?!" Shouting at the top of his lungs, Deadpool looked at the black card in Tony's hand, disgruntled.

"Hey, what's up with this old man? One card for three people, how stingy!"

"It's not one, it's two."

Pulling out a black card from his pocket, Constantine waved it in front of Deadpool's eyes smugly.

"Oh sh*t! Constantine, when did he give it to you, how come I didn't know?!"

Deadpool pointed at him, his eyes full of disbelief, yelling like an abandoned girl.

"Just before he left, he used his speed to slip a card into my pocket. Huh? Wade, you really don't have one?"

Holding the black card, Constantine looked at him strangely.

Deadpool: "..."

[Emotional value from Wade Wilson +1877]

......

Manhattan, Umbrella Corporation's Hive Base No. 3.

Walking through the long corridor, Ada Wong arrived here.

As a super spy, this wasn't Ada Wong's first time dealing with Wesker, but each meeting raised Wesker's threat level in her mind.

"Welcome, Miss Wong. I hope you bring me some good news."

In the enormous room, Wesker stood quietly, the artificial intelligence Red Queen standing beside him, casting a cold gaze.

"I've already obtained the Philosopher's Stone fragment from S.H.I.E.L.D. Now, give me what I need."

Tossing a Philosopher's Stone fragment over, Ada Wong's tone was calm.

A red light flashed in Red Queen's eyes, and a large amount of data was projected in front of her. She nodded slightly, making a judgment.

"Mr. Wesker, this Philosopher's Stone fragment is genuine."

"Oh? Ada Wong, I knew I wasn't wrong about you..."

Turning around, Wesker met Ada Wong's gaze.

"Are you really not considering participating in our upcoming plan? There should be a place for you in the world of the new humans."

"No."

Rejecting him without hesitation, Ada Wong clearly knew her own worth. She could work for Wesker, but she wouldn't join his delusional fantasies.

"That's truly... a pity."

With an unchanged expression, Wesker waved his hand for Red Queen to give her the item.

Red Queen nodded, and a small, pre-prepared box rose from the ground. Ada Wong stepped forward to inspect it, and all ten vials of serum were there.

This was a superhuman serum researched by the Umbrella Corporation by combining Dragon Blood Factor, the genetic map of superhumans, Oni blood, Progenitor virus, Osborn's Green Goblin serum, and many other items.

In theory, anyone injected with this serum could gain superpowers!

However, because it was a first-generation product, the success rate was less than 37%, and the mortality rate was extremely high.

Taking the items, Ada Wong didn't linger and immediately walked out.

Not long after Ada Wong left, Muzan Kibutsuji appeared here like a ghost. He looked in the direction Ada Wong had left, dissatisfied.

"Why didn't you kill her just now? She might expose our secrets!"

"I have considerable tolerance for those I admire."

With his hands behind his back, Wesker's voice was unhurried.

"Ada Wong is a good talent. She just found the last Philosopher's Stone fragment for us."

"Oh?"

Only then did Muzan Kibutsuji see a Philosopher's Stone fragment lying on the ground near Wesker. He extended his arm, held it in his hand, and was overjoyed.

"Now, we have collected three Philosopher's Stone fragments. The New Human God Creation Project can begin!"

"That's right."

Taking a look at him, Wesker asked.

"Did you devour the previous dragon corpse?"

"Heh heh... The cells of that dragon corpse are exceptionally tyrannical. Even after so many years of death, they still maintain considerable activity, but I am the progenitor of demons. A mere dragon sub-species cannot resist my power!"

Wiping the blood from his mouth, Muzan Kibutsuji laughed.

"It's a bit of a pity about the sub-species. The inscriptions we unearthed tell us that above the sub-species, there are also the four dragon lords and the high priest White Dragon, and even above that, there is a giant dragon called the Progenitor..."

Raising his face, Wesker sighed.

"The more we excavate, the more we can feel that the earth beneath our feet hides too many secrets, whether gods or dragons!"

"We'll talk about the future later. By the way, where did Fire Cloud Cthulhu go?"

Muzan Kibutsuji wasn't interested in these things. He looked around, puzzled.

......

Tap tap tap...

Carrying the box, Ada Wong walked very quickly.

She walked through the corridor, brushing past a man wearing a half-iron mask.

Tap.

His footsteps suddenly stopped, and the masked man suddenly spoke.

"How is that clone I imbued with power performing? How many Defenders has he killed?"

Ada Wong stopped, without turning around, she said indifferently.

"Although I didn't see the specific process, I learned from special channels that your clone is not performing well. Under the leadership of the Punisher, Frank Castle, not a single Defender has died, and the clone has even been captured."

"......"

The other party didn't seem to expect this answer and was silent for a long while before muttering 'waste'.

"The Punisher, Frank Castle, very good, truly amazing. If he can get here, I will personally cut off his head!"

Laughing in anger, Fire Cloud Cthulhu clenched his fist fiercely. He took out a device from his body and pressed the button on it with his index finger.

"Since the clone has failed, then he has no value in existing!"

An order attached with death was quickly transmitted under the action of electromagnetic waves. Fire Cloud Cthulhu sneered and flung his cloak, not even looking at Ada Wong, and strode away.

Watching his departing figure, Ada Wong curled her lips, weighed the box, and quickly left this place. She didn't want to stay here for another moment.

......

S.H.I.E.L.D., Triskelion Headquarters.

Getting out of the car, Frank, Barton, Luke, and others escorted "Fire Cloud Cthulhu" inside.

This guy had been yelling all the way, his mouth full of obscenities, until Frank took off his sock and stuffed it into his mouth, the world finally quieted down.

It was just that the smell of the sock was perhaps too sour, and before long, "Fire Cloud Cthulhu" rolled his eyes and fainted.

Just like that, they escorted Fire Cloud Cthulhu into a cylindrical room before walking out one by one.

Outside, Nick Fury had been waiting for a long time. Seeing them come out, he quickly asked.

"Is that Fire Cloud Cthulhu?"

"Yes, that's what he said," Frank replied.

"Wake him up, I want to ask him something."

Along with Nick Fury's order, a sprinkler protruded from the top of the room, spraying a stream of water on "Fire Cloud Cthulhu's" face.

He woke up, his eyes somewhat dazed, his mouth stuffed with a sock, anxious and unable to speak.

"Ugh ugh ugh..."

His body struggled back and forth on the chair, and the Yi Jin Jing within his body suddenly lost its reaction for some reason. He felt a burst of unease in his heart, as if a great fear was about to descend.

His eyes blinked fiercely, and "Fire Cloud Cthulhu" tried to get the people outside the room to come in and help him, but the guy who looked like a black卤蛋 just looked at him coldly and made a sound.

"Tell me, Fire Cloud Cthulhu, you..."

Bang—!

His head suddenly exploded, and the sprayed blood covered the glass in front of Nick Fury's eyes. He stared, watching "Fire Cloud Cthulhu's" body softly fall into the pool of blood on the ground, and the absurdity in his heart quickly surged up.

"What the f***?!"

[Emotional value from Nick Fury +1833]

[Emotional value from Frank Castle +1849]

[Emotional value from Clint Barton +1847]

[Emotional value from Luke Cage +1848]