American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

"Tell Nick Fury, what will happen to those with golden eyes once you activate this machine?"

"General Ross, I've said it before, as long as we activate this machine, we can neutralize their brainwave frequencies with the opposite frequency. That way, we can cut off their connection with the Tyrant, thereby saving New York..."

One hand was on the phone, and the other was pressing on the table. Nick Fury's buttocks were sticking out, and his body was leaning forward in an awkward posture, which made Dr. Borg couldn't help but glance at him.

That one glance was a disaster!

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Dr. Borg's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly lowered his head.

Staring at him coldly, General Ross curled his lips in disdain and cocked the hammer of his pistol.

Click.

"Nick Fury, I'm not one of your subordinates. Don't try to show off these childish tricks!"

Also seeing Dr. Borg's little action, Nick Fury sighed inwardly. These research personnel just lack training. He recorded this issue in his little notebook, deciding to train them later.

"Okay... Once we completely activate this machine, although the reverse frequency it emits can help us cut off their connection, there is a considerable probability that a side effect will occur..."

"What side effect?"

Finally hearing what he wanted to hear, General Ross's heart trembled, and he quickly asked.

"The brain structures of those infected with golden eyes will undergo a certain amount of change. This change is irreversible, and we currently have no way to predict the harm.

In short, in Dr. Borg's words, it's..."

"It's what?"

"A vegetable."

"What?"

With his pupils widening, General Ross's face flushed red, and he almost thought he was hallucinating.

He couldn't accept this answer. The lives of 2.2 million people were fine, but his daughter absolutely, absolutely could not be one of them.

Yes, his precious daughter, Betty Ross... was also infected!

"Damn it!"

At the thought of his daughter possibly being a vegetable in the future, General Ross couldn't suppress the anger in his heart. "Damn Nick Fury, I absolutely won't allow you to activate this machine..."

Buzz buzz buzz~

"Ahhh!!"

His body trembled violently, General Ross's eyes rolled upwards, and his right hand loosened, dropping the gun on the ground. In the last moment before closing his eyes, he saw Nick Fury's "pitying" face.

Damn it, Nick Fury, if you dare to touch my daughter, I will absolutely never let you go!!

Making a vow that no one could hear, General Ross closed his eyes unwillingly. He lay on the ground, completely unconscious.

Hissing, Nick Fury straightened his body with a pale face. This General Ross was really troublesome, not even letting him change his posture.

"Director Fury, we've received the latest intelligence from Frank."

Putting away the stun gun in her hand, Melinda May glanced at the fallen General Ross and brought the latest information.

"Frank said he's with Ada Wong and specifically mentioned that Ada Wong has a way to deal with Wesker."

"Oh, what way?"

Waving his hand, Nick Fury shook his numb legs, instructing the researchers behind him to quickly carry General Ross out.

"It seems to be... a camera."

With a hesitant expression, May pursed her lips and slowly opened her mouth.

"What did you say?"

Taken aback, Nick Fury asked again.

"Uh... it's a camera." May shrugged, confirming.

"......"

With his mouth open, Nick Fury's face was full of question marks.

A camera?

What can a camera do?

F*ck, Frank, are you kidding me?!

[Emotional value from Nick Fury + 1999]

......

Umbrella Corporation's Hive Base No. 3, Central Hall.

Looking at the mysterious woman in front of him, Frank picked his ear, feeling like he was hallucinating. He asked again in an uncertain tone.

"Do you really have a way to deal with Wesker?"

"That's right, and you've already repeated this question for the third time!"

The woman opposite him put one hand on her hip. She had a black old-fashioned camera hanging around her neck, and her smile made her look like she was on a picnic.

"Okay..."

Frank knew she had a magical key, so he wasn't surprised to see her here. He continued to ask.

"But you said that the camera on your chest can deal with the Tyrant. How do you deal with it? Are you just going to take a picture of him?"

Although Frank's acceptance of novel things has greatly improved after experiencing so many things, is it a bit too childish to just use a camera?

You have to know how many procedures Wesker has prepared for the New Human God-Making Project to get to where he is today. You just take a picture and solve him. Is that possible?

And, is it really okay for you to just say it directly like that?

He was referring to the artificial intelligence Red Queen here.

No artificial intelligence should be underestimated. Frank cautiously looked around, but didn't find Red Queen's shadow.

Ada Wong chuckled lightly, not caring at all.

"That is indeed a problem, but the person who commissioned me has already helped us to block it in advance. The current Red Queen is overwhelmed and no longer has the energy to deal with us."

As she spoke, she took out a square machine from her pocket and casually operated it a few times. The scene of Tyrant Wesker fighting outside was projected in real time.

He seemed to be fighting some invisible creature, with a rotating red hive structure diagram below.

Among them, the area representing the Central Hall was being covered by blue lines, meaning that in this area, Red Queen had temporarily lost the authority to manage it, which also meant that their conversation would not be known to Red Queen.

In other words...

Behind Ada Wong, there should still be a mysterious organization, and the strength of that organization... is not weak.

[Emotional value from Frank Castle + 2000]

Clap.

Reaching out to catch Ada Wong's arm, Frank stood up from the ground.

He patted the dust off his body and rubbed his stinging chest. Under the effect of the Demon Blood, the injuries on his body had healed by more than half.

"Ada Wong, since you have the means to deal with the Tyrant, what are you looking for me for?"

Yes, he asked himself that although his strength was okay, it mainly depended on the opponent. He was absolutely no match for players of Tyrant's level.

"Hehe... Of course, it's not to let you use your fists and bullets to deal with him. That's the stupidest way!"

Shaking the blank photo in her hand, Ada Wong put it away.

"As long as we use this photo, we can seal Tyrant Wesker, but the timing must be just right, and you must be close enough."

"Close, how close?" Frank asked.

"You better be able to touch his body, so that you can seal him into the photo with 100% certainty."

So, it was to seal Wesker into the photo!

How magical.

With thoughts running through his mind, Frank still listened to Ada Wong's reminder.

"This photo can only seal one creature at a time. If you want to seal the next one, you must release the previously sealed creature, so you must be very careful."

"There's only one chance. If you don't succeed, then Wesker will definitely not give you a second chance to attack after he reacts!"