American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

The moment Chu Renmei appeared, she exuded a powerful presence, like a massive vortex. Just standing there, she completely captivated everyone's attention.

Whoosh—

The wind grew stronger, and the concentration of water molecules in the air rapidly increased. Faint raindrops began to fall from the thick clouds.

Splash—

The waves of the Hudson River became increasingly turbulent, constantly crashing against the sandy shore.

The battle had long ceased. Coulson led the others to cautiously gather around Constantine. They didn't dare blink, vigilantly staring at Chu Renmei.

She moved, taking a small step forward, humming a tune, and glancing back at them.

With just that one glance, the bodies of several people flew backward simultaneously, as if falling into the ocean, sinking into an abyss, diving deeper in an unstoppable manner.

In the dark depths of the water, it was cold and desolate, seemingly without end or limit. The people continued to fall, their perception of time becoming blurred.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

Just as they were about to lose consciousness, with a 'pop,' their bodies broke through the surface of the water and crashed heavily onto the street below.

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

Everyone sprawled on the ground. Constantine, lying on his stomach, coughed up several mouthfuls of water and, gasping for breath, turned to look in the direction they had fallen from.

In the sky above, a sea was floating.

That sea was boundless. One could even see fish swimming inside. Occasionally, droplets of water fell from above, like rain.

Taking off his mask and wringing out the water, Deadpool threw a lively little fish from his crotch and looked around in confusion.

“Guys~ Don't tell me this is Chinatown in New York?”

Eastern script was highly recognizable. The signs on both sides of the street were actually in Chinese. Deadpool had a client who lived nearby, so he had some impression of the place.

But the problem was, they had been confronting Chu Renmei on the banks of the Hudson River just a moment ago, and now they had suddenly appeared here. Even Deadpool knew that the situation was far from simple.

“That's Ju Xia Lou. I've eaten there before.”

Pointing to a certain red hotel, Coulson introduced it to the others.

“But is Chinatown in reality this dilapidated?”

Natasha questioned from the side.

It wasn't like she hadn't been to Chinatown before, but the Chinatown before her wasn't just devoid of people; it seemed extremely desolate.

Leaving aside the bizarre, flowing ocean above their heads, Chinatown itself wasn't how she remembered it.

The street was dirty and full of dust. Various discarded newspapers and vehicles were randomly abandoned on the road. Some of the signs were old and dilapidated, hanging crookedly. There wasn't a single person to be seen nearby, as silent as a dead city.

“Be careful, everyone. I sense some ill-intentioned fellows are coming!”

Rolling over and standing up from the ground, Constantine frowned and scanned the various intersections of the street.

Everyone's hearts tightened. They quickly raised their weapons. Before long, some familiar living corpses “enthusiastically” rushed out from the alleys in all directions.

They howled excitedly, extending their sharp claws towards the group.

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

The six agents opened fire fiercely, forming three pairs covering three directions, protecting Constantine and Coulson in the middle.

Natasha wielded a dagger, while Deadpool stood on either side of the group with swords in both hands, responsible for clearing out any stragglers.

Coulson raised his pistol, slowing his rate of fire, making sure not to waste a single bullet, aiming for precise headshots.

Constantine occasionally shot out a magical flame, inflicting powerful damage on the living corpses.

For a time, they actually managed to suppress the living corpses.

But bullets would eventually run out, and people's physical strength couldn't always be at its peak. Furthermore, the number of living corpses showed no sign of decreasing. Just a moment of carelessness, and two team members were pounced on while reloading.

Their chests were torn open by sharp claws. They screamed twice and died on the spot.

“Beasts!!”

Seeing this cruel scene, Natasha pushed off with both feet, pouncing forward like an angry female leopard. First, she cut off the head of one living corpse with a dagger, then turned around and stabbed another living corpse in the temple, completing a double kill.

Bang—!

Taking the opportunity to throw a grenade, Coulson temporarily stopped the onslaught of the living corpses as he watched it explode in the crowd of corpses.

But this wasn't a solution. The number of those living corpses was simply terrifying. Before long, they roared and swarmed up again.

“What? How can there be so many of these living corpses!”

While shouting loudly, Deadpool swung his swords, hacking his way from east to west, then from west to east. He was covered in blood from head to toe, without batting an eye.

That wasn't all. The more he killed, the more he could hear Chu Renmei's eerie singing. The sound lingered in his ears, seeming to stir up people's emotions and amplify their inner desires.

Two agents were successively affected. Their eyes turned red, and they turned their guns around, firing at their companions beside them.

The counterattack of those two companions before their deaths also took their lives.

This sudden accident directly stunned everyone present. Not a single one of the agents who had come in with them remained; they were all dead.

With the gunfire weakened, the movements of the living corpses could no longer be suppressed. They strode forward, baring their fangs, rushing towards the four.

Looking down from high above, every piece of land on the street below was filled with living corpses. Even more living corpses were constantly rushing towards this side from the streets in the distance. Even on the buildings on both sides, some living corpses were pouncing on the group.

Bang!

A living corpse lunging from the sky had its head blown off with a single shot. Coulson looked at the last bullet in his hand, his heart trembling, unable to see even a sliver of hope.

Natasha's speed also slowed down; she could even see her own death approaching.

Deadpool, fighting with only one arm, was quickly forced back after sustaining several wounds. Even Constantine's flames had diminished significantly.

They stood back-to-back, struggling to fend off attacks from all directions, their bodies accumulating more and more wounds. Death, wielding its scythe, hovered around them like a hungry beast, ready to strike at any moment.

The terrifying song in their ears even became slightly more cheerful, as if anticipating their demise!

[Emotional value from Phil Coulson +851]

[Emotional value from Natasha Romanoff +859]

[Emotional value from Wade Wilson +883]

Woo la woo la woo la...

A piercing alarm suddenly blared across the city, and a dense, milky-white liquid began to fall from the sky. It splashed onto the living corpses, immediately erupting with astonishing destructive power.

Swarms of living corpses fell to the ground, screaming in terror, trying to dodge the white droplets from the sky, only to be blocked by the crowded mass of their own kind.

Even the eerie song in their ears lost its rhythm. One could imagine the shock on the singer's face.

"Is that milk!?"

Deadpool licked some, immediately thinking of a certain little brother who loves to boil milk.

Driving a red fire truck, Li Ang pushed open the door and jumped out of the driver's seat.

He raised his hand in greeting, smiling. "Yo~ I'm here to pick you up!"

On the truck, Davinci, who was controlling the milk-spraying nozzles, nodded to everyone.

Coulson: "......"

Natasha: "......"

Deadpool: "......"

Constantine: "......"

[Emotional value from Phil Coulson +877]

[Emotional value from Natasha Romanoff +879]

[Emotional value from Wade Wilson +903]

The next second.

Everything blurred before their eyes, and the group returned to reality.

It felt as if only a few short seconds had passed. Natasha looked left and right, finding that the scene was exactly as they had left it.

Coulson wiped the milk from his face, confirming that none of the bullets in his gun were missing. They had indeed returned to the real world.

Deadpool's twin swords were still strapped to his back, untouched. He looked at Chu Renmei, who was protected by the horde of corpses, and realized.

"Were we just in an illusion?"

"No, that wasn't an ordinary illusion. It was more like an alternate dimension within a mental realm..."

Pointing to the six brain-dead S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, Constantine, as a master of the magical arts, was well-qualified to speak.

He glanced at Li Ang with surprise. This guy was actually able to break it with some kind of bizarre power. He's really not simple!

Li Ang took a few steps back, exchanged a glance with Davinci, who had gotten out of the truck, and secretly handed him a bottle of water.

Chu Renmei was slightly surprised, gave Li Ang a faint glance, and gently waved her hand, causing the surrounding living corpses to roar and charge forward once more.

Bang bang bang...

The battle resumed.

......

On the streets of New York.

Wee ooh wee ooh...

Ambulances sped along the roads, occasionally encountering people spitting water who would rush forward to block the vehicles.

They excitedly rushed up, banging hard on the car windows, screaming and pleading, hoping that the ambulance would take them to the hospital, but the ambulances just flung them away mercilessly and left.

Looking out through the ambulance windows, the whole of New York was almost completely paralyzed. Vehicles were parked everywhere on the streets, and countless chain-reaction accidents had been caused by the sudden "water-spitting disease."

A helicopter slowly rose from a building, then suddenly plunged down as if it had malfunctioned, crashing headfirst into a World Trade Center tower.

Boom—!

With a loud explosion, a large hole was blown in the outer wall of the World Trade Center, and orange flames and black smoke were billowing upwards.

Flames, car accidents, screams, death...

"Help me, I can't breathe..."

"Where are the hospitals? Why aren't they answering the phone!"

"Doctor, we need a doctor here!"

"Oh God, what is this disease? Why are people spitting out fish?!"

"......"

People fell to the ground, desperately reaching out their arms and calling for help. They trembled violently, just like the city, slowly heading towards death.

The radio in the car happened to be broadcasting the latest news:

[According to US President Biden, the widespread "water-spitting disease" occurring in New York City may be related to migratory birds. Health Minister Fauci of the Public Health Service is conducting further confirmation...

President Biden called on everyone to consciously stay at home and prepare painkillers, given the current shortage of medical resources in New York...]

"F*ck, migratory birds? What the hell are they talking about!"

The driver cursed angrily, really wanting to grab those "old men" by the collar and let them see the tragedy on the ground with their own eyes.

He drove the ambulance carefully along a street filled with vehicles, struggling to get past the surging crowds under the protection of the National Guard, and parked the car in the parking lot of New York City Central Hospital amidst the deafening curses.