American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

With a simple stride, his body leaped forward.

Great Peng Spreads Its Wings!

Like a fierce falcon hunting prey at high speed, no matter how Madame Gao changed her position, the Hand simply reached out and hooked.

Snap.

A pain shot through her left shoulder, as if a giant Buddha was pressing down on her. Madame Gao's body stiffened, and she involuntarily knelt down.

Horrified, she broke out in a cold sweat and stammered a plea for mercy to the Hand.

"M-Master... please spare me. I am willing to submit."

As soon as she spoke, Madame Gao felt the arm on her shoulder, as if cast from steel, tighten first, and then loosen.

A moment later, the Hand's faint voice came from behind her.

"Very well. I've come to New York this time precisely because I need some subordinates to work for me..."

The resentment in her eyes was so intense it was almost overflowing. How could she, Madame Gao, have ever suffered such humiliation!?

Her legs bent, she slowly rose, and with a twist of her foot, she slammed a palm, charged with her accumulated Kunlun Qi energy, hard into the Hand's chest.

"Die!"

Bang!!

"......" Madame Gao.

[Emotional value from Madame Gao +179]

Without even a slight tremor, the Hand lowered his gaze and said in a disdainful tone.

"You don't even have the strength to hit someone. And you call yourself a gangster?"

How utterly insulting?!

[Emotional value from Madame Gao +199]

Slap—!

Completely unseen, the Hand struck. A black shadow flashed before her eyes, her cheek throbbed with pain, and her body was thrown high into the air from below, spinning rapidly 760 degrees. Her face scraped along the ground in a straight line before she crashed to the ground with a miserable cry.

Silently retracting his palm, the Hand wiped his hand on his body with disgust.

No other reason... just afraid of getting dirty.

"What other tricks do you have? Feel free to use them."

Bruised and swollen, Madame Gao spat out a tooth, trembling.

"Cough cough..."

She had unspeakable bitterness in her heart. She knew she was done for today. A sea fish encountering a seagull, kicking a steel plate.

Assuming the correct posture, Madame Gao prostrated herself, calling out respectfully on the ground.

"Master, spare my life! I sincerely wish to submit!"

Her eyes were filled with resentment, but to live, she had no choice but to submit.

[Emotional value from Madame Gao +217]

Looking at the posture she struck, the Hand narrowed his eyes and smiled playfully: "...Very good. A wise man submits to circumstances. As long as you can work diligently for me, I will not mistreat you."

A slap followed by a sweet date.

Regardless of whether she believed him or how she felt, he went his own way and began to issue his first order.

"There are a total of 5 leaders of the Hand. Madame Gao, I order you to gather them together within a week."

"But..."

A look of difficulty appeared in her eyes. Seeing the Hand's displeased expression, Madame Gao quickly explained.

"Two of the leaders are not currently in New York. I'm afraid they won't listen to me..."

"That is your problem, not mine."

Waving his hand to interrupt Madame Gao, the Hand coldly looked down at her.

Helpless, Madame Gao could only suppress the frustration in her heart and nodded in humiliation.

After Madame Gao led her subordinates away, the Hand slowly took out a green mask from his pocket and slowly put it on his face.

The power of the mask reacted. According to his thoughts, he immediately began to modify his facial features and body shape at will, like pulling on plasticine.

Only when he was 90% similar to Jim Carrey did he conjure a red suit and put a red top hat on his head.

Waving his hand, he took out a mirror from his pocket and looked at himself. He grinned and nodded, using a rather joyful and strange tone.

"Now... I am Loki~"

......

Queens, the penthouse of the Four Seasons Hotel.

A lavish party hosted by the famous Stark Industries CEO, Mr. Tony Stark.

It is said that the purpose of the banquet is for Miss Vita, who recently has an angelic face and a devilish figure in New York City.

The scene is quite luxurious and magnificent, and a huge chandelier is full of romantic artistic atmosphere.

Under the precious chandelier, there is a white piano.

At this time, a man in a flamboyant white suit with a small beard is playing a well-known piece of music.

Tony Stark's eyes wandered, and Miss Vita, who was tasting red wine in the distance, made his eyes drunk.

"Beautiful... her figure is really great, she is my favorite type."

Holding a glass of red wine, Miss Vita smiled and nodded in his direction.

Receiving the other party's response, Tony played the piano more vigorously.

He even began to imagine how the two of them would spend a good night together in a romantic hotel after the banquet.

But soon, the notes that were jumping on his fingertips showed obvious pauses and a sense of chaos.

(｀д′)？ ？

Accompanied by cheerful jazz music, a man in a red suit and a strange dress stepped in a flamboyant space step, twisting his body straight to Miss Vita.

Step.

He stopped, holding a rose in his mouth, pressed his body down and rotated 30 degrees, put his hands in a strange posture in front and behind, and the green mask shone on his face.

Wow!

Huge stage lights hit the two of them, and in Tony's cannibalistic eyes, he reached out and put his arm around Miss Vita's tender waist.

"Miss... may I have this dance?"

His eyes seemed to be full of magic, and Miss Vita didn't react at all, and inexplicably danced to the other party's rhythm.

After rotating 360 degrees without anyone responding, causing her to almost sprain her foot, she came back to her senses and angrily found that the other party had already drunk all the red wine in her hand.

Raising his hand to caress his chest and bow, the man showed an evil smile to everyone present.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I am Loki, please cooperate... I want to rob you~"

He said some extremely unnatural words in a very natural way.

"......" Miss Vita.

"......" The crowd.

"......" Tony Stark.

[Emotional value from Miss Vita +0.3]

[Emotional value from the banquet crowd +3.1]

[Emotional value from Tony Stark +83]

This is provocation, it must be provocation!

"Damn it, what does this kid think this place is?"

Stopping his moving fingers, Tony Stark glanced mockingly at the gathered security guards.

They roared, holding batons and rushing over fiercely.

Loki just slowly watched them come forward, slowly took out a banana from his pocket, and after swallowing the banana in one bite, just as the nearest security guard was about to reach him, he casually threw the banana peel away.

Pa.

His foot slipped, and the attacking security guard's body immediately lost its balance. Although he tried to flail his arms and legs, it was obviously useless. With a "paji" sound, he fell to the ground.

His angry face twisted, and he vowed in his heart to grab the other party and beat him hard. He exerted force on his waist and straightened his upper body...

But how could he have imagined that he would step on another banana peel for no reason.

"It's over..."

His heart wailed, and his body leaned back rapidly. The two people behind him were also extremely unlucky and were implicated by him. Not only did they not help, but they pulled each other and rolled into a ball, smashing the bowls on the table beside them, and the crowd screamed.

The waving baton flew out of his hand, rolled in the air, and slammed straight into the nose of the last security guard.

Bang.

Security guard, down.

"......"

The banquet fell silent, only the cheerful jazz music was still playing.

Loki showed an innocent expression, quietly turned off the music player on his waist, and secretly stuffed the remaining banana into Miss Vita's hand, who was still confused and didn't know what had happened.

Subconsciously taking the banana.

[Emotional value from Miss Vita +1.3]