American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Middle East, eastern Afghanistan.

Shasha sha...

The scorching sun burned the earth, this was a city almost reduced to ruins.

The city was scarred and covered with yellow sand.

Pedestrians on the road wrapped their heads and bodies in thick white cloth. They kept their distance from each other, their eyes wary, hurrying along the way in silence.

This was the aftermath of the war, and the sorrow of the city.

Now, in an abandoned church in a corner of the city, the members of the Phantom Troupe were gathering.

They sat or stood, without saying a word, quietly waiting for an order from their leader.

The church was dimly lit, with some candles lit on the ground. Dressed in a black robe, the leader, Kuroro, was calmly flipping through a book.

Tap, tap, tap.

Creak~

The wooden door of the church was pushed open from the outside, and the last member strode in.

"Too slow, Wogin!"

Leaning against a stone pillar, a woman with purple-red ponytail scolded in a low voice.

"Hahaha... Sorry, sorry, I met an interesting guy on the way here. I couldn't help but get itchy and spar with him a few times."

The man named Wogin scratched his long hair and threw out a head with a loud laugh.

He was muscular, burly, and tall, with spiky long hair. He wore a black furry vest over a white vest and black shorts, looking out of place.

The members present seemed to have already understood his personality, and only glanced at him indifferently, silently focusing their attention on the broken head.

Short black hair, 20s or 30s, face from the East...

"By the way... he seemed to tell me his name, what was it called?"

Scratching his face in distress, Wogin suddenly slapped his palm.

"Oh, I remember! He said his name was Shang... Shang-Chi."

"Wogin, you almost didn't even remember his name, looks like he wasn't a very powerful character!"

With his arms crossed, a man with a small mustache, dressed as a Japanese samurai, smiled with a sneer.

"Hahaha... at least, his moves were pretty flashy..."

Clap clap.

Clapping her hands, a blonde mature woman stood up and interrupted their conversation.

"Okay... Leader, all the members have gathered. What are your orders for summoning us this time?"

Closing the book, Kuroro slowly turned around, his handsome face emerging from the shadows.

"There are two purposes for convening this gathering."

Kuroro slowly swept his gaze over everyone present.

"First, I received a request from the Ten Rings Gang to kill a man named Tony Stark.

After it is done, the client will give us a reward of 10 million US dollars."

"Second."

He took out a metal block the size of a baby's thumb and showed it to everyone.

"This is a metal called Vibranium. Its special molecular structure makes it not only very hard, but also hardly conducts heat and kinetic energy. Just a small amount of 1 gram is speculated to be worth 10,000 US dollars on the black market.

So, our main task next is to go to Africa to investigate the source of these 'Vibranium', and when necessary, completely seize them!"

Speaking of this, Kuroro's eyes flickered and he focused his gaze on Wogin.

"Wogin, the task of killing Tony Stark will be entrusted to you."

The tone was extremely flat, as if he was saying to pinch a chicken to death.

"Hahaha... Just a playboy, watch me twist his head off and kick it as a ball!"

Clenching his fist and bursting the air in his palm, Wogin laughed disdainfully and accepted the task.

......

Stark Industries Building, boardroom.

"I refuse!"

Standing up from his chair, Tony Stark coldly refused without regard for the expression of his uncle, Obadiah Stane.

"Tony... do you know what the consequences of closing the weapons research and development department will be? Look outside, what are our company's stock prices at now?!"

Obadiah pretended to be heartbroken, while secretly gesturing to the shareholders who had received money.

Having received benefits in advance, and with their own interests indeed suffering losses, the shareholders who usually had little sense of presence changed their expressions and began to question Obadiah.

"That's right, Stark, take back your order quickly!"

"Don't be obsessed anymore, this company doesn't belong to you alone!"

"Stark, do you want to see this company go bankrupt?"

"Are you kidding me? Do you know how much loss we have suffered, Stark?!"

"......"

They spoke more and more angrily, louder and louder, shaking the room.

Even the small shareholders who usually didn't speak were affected by the atmosphere and began to verbally criticize.

Pepper Potts stood behind Tony, clenching her hands, looking worried.

Obadiah Stane leaned comfortably in his seat, squinting his eyes, watching this scene with satisfaction.

Hehe... Tony, even if you are the largest shareholder in the company, you have to carefully weigh the cost of offending all the shareholders present!

You don't agree to my proposal? Then I'll force you to agree!

As the largest shareholder of Stark Industries Group, Tony Stark holds only 23% of the shares.

Obadiah Stane holds 11%, plus those other shareholders who oppose him. Even Tony, who has always been self-centered, has to admit that this time it has indeed caused him some trouble.

Well... just a little bit.

Casting a mocking glance at Obadiah, Tony took out an arc reactor identical to the one on his chest from the box on the ground.

"Heh heh~ Friends, let us forget those weapons that can't keep up with the trends of the times..."

He held up the miniature arc reactor, looking confident, with a strong aura, his eyes sharply meeting the eyes of every shareholder present.

Until those people couldn't withstand the pressure and moved their eyes away, Tony's voice suddenly became louder.

"Look at this arc reactor, the future belongs to the era of unlimited energy!"

The circular arc reactor lay quietly in Tony's palm, emitting a faint blue light. The shareholders' eyes changed, and they swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and even their sense of smell seemed to smell the taste of money...

Is that an arc reactor? Wrong... that is unlimited money!!

With a thud in his heart, Obadiah quickly turned his head and found that the shareholders who had just been scolding were now closing their mouths, staring straight at the arc reactor, with a look of glowing eyes and imagining the future.

Even though he was winking at them, the shareholders who had received money turned their eyes away as if they hadn't seen it.

Damn it!

Obadiah was trembling with anger, wishing he could go up and kick them to death one by one.

What a bunch of fools who are more than capable of spoiling things!!

But no matter how angry he was, this drama of forcing the palace specifically aimed at Tony Stark was completely declared a failure.

He could only watch Tony, with the posture of a victor, leisurely taking his assistant Pepper and walking out of the room with a laugh.

The shareholders next to him looked at each other, glanced at him mockingly, and left without saying hello, in groups of two or three.

Compared to Obadiah's little money, Tony Stark's unlimited energy is more attractive!

As the door closed, in the empty conference room, Obadiah slammed his fist **** on the table with red eyes.

Bang——!

His eyes were resentful, his face was distorted, ignoring his bleeding fist, he roared.

"Damn Tony Stark! Why can't you honestly listen to my orders?!"

"As long as you're gone, this company will still be mine! Without my orders, no one can take it from me!!"

"Stark! I won't allow it, absolutely won't allow it..."