American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Stark Industries Tower, Tony's Lab.

"It's done!"

Wearing silver-white armor, Tony Stark's face beamed with a smile.

Ever since Loki left last time, he had been working day and night, and now he finally created the Mark-2 lightweight powered armor.

The hands and boots of the Mark-2 lightweight powered armor can simultaneously release arc pulses, creating ultrasonic waves to keep the armor flying at high speed. At the same time, there are built-in sub-wings and flaps on the legs and back to increase flight stability.

Built-in Jarvis operating system, which can perform target scanning, global positioning system, and provide the user's life-form detection data.

Even in order to deal with Loki, some small missiles were specially added to the scapula and forearm.

He believed that these little gifts would definitely bring Loki a huge surprise.

"Hahahaha... Constantine, you lost this time!"

Deadpool, with a face full of small paper strips, laughed while slapping the table.

Heaven have mercy, after playing 30 rounds of the card game "Whoever loses sticks a small paper strip on their face" with Constantine, his winning rate actually reached a crazy 10 to 1.

Don't get me wrong, 10 to 1 means that he loses nine out of ten games.

Deadpool even suspected that the three rounds he won in total were deliberately given to him by Constantine.

That guy is a sly old fox, and he never doubted that.

"Well done, Wade, in this 30th round, you successfully stuck the third small paper strip on my face."

Constantine clapped his hands encouragingly, and casually stuck one on his chin.

How should I put it?

Dealing with idiots still requires some appropriate encouragement, otherwise, if the other party gets angry and stops playing, wouldn't he lose a lot of fun.

"I said, you two..."

Not far away, Tony couldn't stand it anymore.

"Didn't you two bastards say that you were here to help me? Is this it?"

"Tony, it's not that I don't want to help you.

It's just that your stuff is too complicated, Mr. Wade, he can't do it!"

With his face full of paper strips, Deadpool felt wronged.

He lost so badly playing cards, he really overestimated himself when it came to armor.

"Besides, isn't there still Constantine?"

Seeing Tony's face darken, Deadpool quickly pointed to Constantine, passing the buck extremely quickly.

"Constantine?"

Tony looked over with a suspicious look. Magic and technology are two different things. He didn't think Constantine could help with this.

As a result, Constantine gave him a surprise.

"Tony, your armor is indeed powerful, but I advise you to pay attention to the problem of high-altitude icing."

High-altitude icing?

Frowning, Tony called out Jarvis, adjusted the various parameters of the armor, and then simulated it online.

Soon, he discovered that the armor could not handle the icing phenomenon due to flying too high, causing a low-temperature system failure, and stalling, causing it to fall from the sky.

As expected of Tony Stark, after only a moment of contemplation, he immediately had a solution.

"This problem is not complicated. As long as some materials are replaced, a coating is added, and a few accessories are installed, it should be able to be solved... Anyway, thanks, Constantine!"

Constantine's suggestion did hit his blind spot. The main thing was that the other party, who was involved in magic, could actually give professional advice on the armor, which made Tony look at him with new eyes.

"No way, Old Con, we're clearly hanging out in the same bar every day, when did you self-study mechanical engineering?"

Clutching his heart, Deadpool felt deeply saddened.

We agreed to pick up girls together?

How come you secretly ran away? The more you learn, the more awesome you become!

Too disloyal!

Giving him a contemptuous look, Constantine said triumphantly.

"Now you know the difference, right? That's why every time we go to a bar to pick up girls, people come to me, not you!"

"Ah, no way, Constantine, where am I not handsome enough?

I have the figure I have, and I have the pectoral muscles I have!

He struck a few flirtatious poses, and then took out his pistol and long knife to gesture back and forth.

"In terms of marksmanship and swordsmanship, I am also top-notch. Whether it is on the bed or off the bed, I, Deadpool, will never lose to anyone!"

"People... at first glance, temperament is very important."

Giving him a faint glance, Constantine gently shook the wine in his glass.

A cigarette burned on his left fingertip. His eyes were hazy. He took a light sip, and then exhaled. In an instant, a strong, lingering melancholic aura rose from his body.

Sitting there, even if Constantine didn't say anything, just putting his back there was full of stories.

"...Ahhh, my eyes, this is impossible!!"

That back only flashed, and it knocked Deadpool to the ground, writhing like a maggot.

"Pfft~"

Unable to help but laugh, Tony's constantly tense nerves these days finally relaxed a little.

Generally speaking, his laboratory, except for a few close people, is not allowed to enter casually.

But the arrival of these two idiots saved his life and are friends he acknowledges.

Secondly, their brain circuits are always different from ordinary people, allowing him to relax.

Beep.

"Mr. Stark, I have discovered traces of Loki in Times Square, New York."

A virtual screen popped up in front of him, and Jarvis completely displayed the scene in Times Square.

"What, what... that green-skinned old man? Loki appeared?

Good, that guy really messed me up last time, this time I must go and beat him up!"

Bouncing up from the ground, Deadpool took three steps in two and came to Tony's side to look at the picture.

Tony squinted his eyes, touching his carefully prepared armor, his heart full of confidence.

Then, they finished watching the live video that Jarvis had pulled up... and were speechless.

They naturally knew about the Statue of Liberty incident, but they didn't expect it to be related to Loki.

As long as you calculate the height and weight of the Statue of Liberty, you can know how much energy it would take to move it from Liberty Island to Times Square.

And would Loki do these things?

How was it done?

If so, that would be too appalling!

Just as he was thinking about this, the picture in front of him suddenly flickered, and the lights in the room quickly dimmed.

"Mr. Stark, just now, a large-scale sudden power outage occurred in the entire New York City, centered on Times Square.

The company's backup energy system has now been activated, please don't worry."

"...Loki."

Looking at the picture on the video, Tony didn't think this was an accidental power outage. There was a very high probability that it was man-made, and 99.99% of it was related to Loki.

"You can drive any car here, follow me from behind, I'll take a step first!"

Saying that, he struck a pose and wanted to take off into the sky.

As a result, his body suddenly sank, and he almost fell from mid-air.

Looking down, he realized that Constantine and Deadpool, these two guys, were hugging his waist with playful smiles on their faces, one on the left and one on the right.

"What car are you driving? It's good to ride you!"

"Hurry up, Tony, if you're late, there won't be any limelight for Deadpool to show!"

"Sh*t... you two, let go of me, I can't fly fast like this!"

It would have been better if he hadn't said that, the two idiots hugged him even tighter.

Looking at their shameless and unyielding appearance, Tony could only helplessly twitch the corners of his mouth and ask Jarvis to open the skylight and fly out.

It's just that this speed is inevitably affected to some extent.

"Tony, hurry up, the concert is about to start!"

"Yes, yes, speed up, Tony Horse!"

"You TM's, if you keep bickering, I'll throw you down!!"

In the dark sky, silver armor hugged two big men around the waist, flying crookedly...