American comics: This guy is crazy

John walked out of the Continental Hotel weakly, looking at the scene full of corpses, his expression was full of confusion.

He just bandaged his wounds, and when he came out, the killers and hotel staff were almost dead.

Feeling that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, he quickly escaped into the darkness.

Allen, who witnessed everything on the rooftop, couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Uncle Fa, why did you let the gold medal killer go? You should treat everyone equally."

"With him alive, I can save a lot of trouble."

Everything is under Frank's control.

In his eyes, John is naturally not a good person, and he is also listed as a target that is not worth dying.

However, he has studied the other party's information in detail and has brewed a whole set of plans to kill with a borrowed knife.

This time, Frank resolutely took action because he estimated that John might die in the Continental Hotel, so he created chaos from it and helped him get away smoothly.

Moreover, John's ability is undoubtedly top-notch in all aspects.

He may not be able to gain much advantage in a head-on confrontation.

"Playing tactics is really dirty." Allen said with disdain.

If he hadn't seen John Wick: Chapter 6, Allen wouldn't have known Frank's plan.

Put away the sniper rifle and retreat home.

Get on a classic Dodge classic car, leave the city at night, and head straight to the cemetery in the suburbs.

Rich people are buried in the ground in America.

After all, poor people can't even afford to rent a house, so how can they have extra money to buy a cemetery.

If you can't even afford to live, who cares whether the dead live comfortably.

"Uncle Fa, you come to the cemetery in the middle of the night to mourn your family. You know how to create an atmosphere."

Allen looked around and asked, "Is the gravekeeper the old man on horseback?"

The old man on horseback is naturally the old generation of Ghost Rider.

Just curious, is there a corresponding role in this world.

"I am the gravekeeper."

Walking to the mausoleum that looks like a miniature western-style building, Frank casually pulled open the iron fence.

In the middle is a statue of an angel, and a metal plate below is engraved with the information of the tomb owner.

In Allen's confused situation, Frank twisted the torch on the wall.

Click, click, click...

The next second, the angel statue shifted, revealing a passage entrance at the bottom.

"Isn't this a bit unkind?"

Alan said awkwardly: "You even want to rob the dead."

Who would have thought that the anti-hero Punisher would actually settle down in a cemetery.

"It's just a fake tomb."

Frank has countless enemies outside, and he doesn't want to bring danger to others.

Sometimes you may encounter assassins when living in a hotel. You may not die, but you can't guarantee it for innocent ordinary people.

So, for the sake of caution, many bases are arranged to facilitate repairs and re-deployment.

Walk more than ten meters along the passage.

Turn on the light switch.

Suddenly, a spacious base appears.

The underground shelter in the right direction is separated by metal plates on all sides, with many weapons in a row and a shelf of canned goods with a long shelf life.

"Great, I can experience the tranquility of being buried in the ground in advance."

Alan jumped onto the sofa and lay down with a familiar look.

And Frank patiently disassembled the sniper rifle and turned to mark a cross on a clue board.

It was the Continental Hotel.

Obviously, his current target is the High Table Council.

"Uncle Fa, what happened in your world?"

Alan asked boredly: "When I first came here, I heard many people mention that superheroes have fallen."

Hearing this, Frank stopped what he was doing and looked at Alan with a strange look on his face.

He was wondering if the other party was pretending to be ignorant and asking.

This matter is not news in the world.

...

In the vast universe.

A man who looks exactly like Superman and wears a similar uniform looks towards the human world.

"You failed."

A cold and ruthless voice emerged in the vacuum environment.

Out of thin air, a man sitting in a dark chair appeared.

"Not very normal." Clark looked calm, as if he was telling a trivial matter.

Clark Kent, but he is not the god of the world, Superman, but the supreme little Superman from the origin universe.

From a hero who firmly believes in justice, he gradually degenerates into a villain.

He is one of the culprits who caused the death of many heroes in this universe.

The name of the visitor is even more terrifying. He is the creator god of the sixth dimension, the anti-monitor Mobius.

Under his buttocks is the famous Mobius chair, which is said to have omniscience when sitting on it.

Clark said confidently: "I have more than one plan."

"Tell me about it." Mobius asked with interest.

"You are not an omniscient being. Do you need me to tell you?"

"..."

Faced with the ridicule of the Supreme Superman, Mobius suddenly felt angry and provocative.

Relying on the Mobius chair, he can only know what has happened, and it is impossible to predict what will happen in the future.

Otherwise, how could the invasion of the human world fail.

Puff...

Suddenly, a sickle attacked silently, and the sharp blade pierced through Mobius' chest.

He turned his head in fear and suddenly saw the skinny Black Death Emperor looking at him with a cruel smile.

Before Mobius started the time-space transmission, he had already pulled down the chair and lifted it high.

"Sorry, I need you to make a sacrifice." Superboy-Prime said with a smirk.

The Black Death Emperor echoed: "I can't find a suitable energy source for the black lamp, so I can only make my own plans."

"I will not die, I will definitely take revenge on you."

Although he cannot escape the control of the Black Death Emperor, Mobius is still not afraid. He can be resurrected in the sixth dimension without limit.

As long as he can return to the sixth dimension, he will carry endless anger and vent it on the betrayers.

However, the reality was not what he imagined.

The Black Death Emperor drew his finger in the void, opening a temporary space channel, and then descended to sector 666 with the anti-monitor held high.

This is a dead planet.

A huge black lamp furnace is placed in the center.

"Black light!"

The moment he saw the black lamp furnace, Mobius understood instantly and asked with a trembling tone: "Do you want me to be a lamp beast?"

"That's right."

The Black Death Emperor said bluntly: "There is only one high-dimensional life that can drive the black lantern furnace to continuously create black lantern rings."

"Do you think you can take over the world with a bunch of artillery fire?"

Superboy-Prime said disdainfully: "It's just to let some heroes sacrifice and then become a member of the Black Lantern Corps."

"Stop, my two brothers will not let you go." Mobius roared anxiously.

Being imprisoned in a black light furnace and being drained of power endlessly is simply a life worse than death. He is even in a weak state at all times, with no possibility of escape.

As Mobius roared unwillingly, the Black Death Emperor threw him into the black lamp furnace like trash.

The black light furnace, which had been dormant for a long time, seemed to be operating again.

After a moment, a black light ring spurted out.