Infinite invasion of American comics

Everyone seemed to be infected.

Once you focus on a laughing person, you will laugh wildly and turn into the same exaggerated smile.

This scene is too weird.

Ling Fan had no time to stop him, as several people had already been attacked.

He looked back helplessly at Ma Xiaoling, Kuang Tianyou and others. Fortunately, the mainstay was still there.

"Tianyou, Xiaoling, now is the time for us to turn the tide. Do you have any opinions?"

"This kind of magic is very weird, it's probably some kind of witchcraft!"

Kuang Tianyou's eyes were sharp and he seemed to be calculating something, but Ma Xiaoling had already shown the magic wand and planned to finish him off.

"Wait a minute, you can't do this at all!"

T'Challa, the fat blue man, suddenly jumped out and stopped everyone, "This is obviously a premeditated attack. If we attack rashly, it will only lead to a disastrous defeat. We should first find out what caused their loss of control."

"T'Challa, weren't you possessed before? Isn't it not very convincing to say this now?"

Dr. Banner, the only one who is still conscious, questioned him, saying that you are the most likely to be infected now.

Although Black Panther spoke seriously, his cute look gave him away. He always felt like he couldn't help but chuckle.

"No, I always pretended to be like that in order to paralyze the enemy."

Black Panther crossed his arms and showed a disdainful expression, "Do you think I am really being controlled? In fact, I have reached an agreement with the Doraemon and I am just taking the opportunity to observe you!"

"So, is this the reason why you don't wear pants? Don't think I can't see that the clothes on your lower body are painted with special paint! Also, why are you smiling with your lips pursed?"

Ling Fan, however, had a sharp eye and directly exposed his disguise.

what?

This guy’s clothes are made from scratch!

The surviving ladies at the scene immediately covered their eyes, the male compatriots sneered, and the Black Panther couldn't help but laugh at himself.

"Hate, I'm just doing a small experiment. Haha, don't be so serious? Haha!"

Smiling, he took out an electric fan from his pocket and blew it directly over the people in front of him, almost flying out.

"Oops, he got hit too!"

Looking at the Black Panther whose expression was gradually changing, Ling Fan finally saw through it. They were all pig teammates and the team was too difficult to lead.

"We can't continue to be so ridiculous! We must put an end to this..."

Thor, God of Thunder, watched the show for a long time and couldn't help but pick up his big ax and face the out-of-control crowd.

"Thor, what are you going to do? Hack them to death!"

Ling Fan was also horrified, this irritable old man could do anything.

"No, I want to wake them up!"

Thor casually picked up the axe. After all, he was also a Shinigami of the Kidō system with a soul-cutting sword. How could he stand idly by in the face of such a soul unwilling to be left alone.

He raised his big ax brazenly, condensed a thunder and lightning storm in mid-air, and threw it brazenly at the enemy's camp.

"Haha, it feels so good to laugh! Come on, let me smile again! Hey, it smells so good!"

"........."

The scene was completely silent. Ling Fan and Kuang Tianyou looked at each other and no longer wanted to talk.

What else could be done if the matter got to this point? What else could be done?

"Ling, we have to act separately. NetYou have the soul gem on you and you must keep it. Besides, I sense that the enemy is starting to attack, so..."

"Work separately, right?" Ling Fan said that he understood everything. You are responsible for preserving the fire of victory, and I am responsible for holding the position. "If the people are there, the position is there!"

He brazenly displayed his forty-meter-long sword, faced the Women's Federation comedy group in front of him, and fired Wushuang without hesitation.

When the soul-cutting sword was released, the sword energy that filled the air was like invisible light ions, reaching every corner of the hall.

In a moment, everyone who was laughing and running wildly was pulled into his own alien space.

There are no sounds, no colors, no distorted smiles here.

Only the sluggish bodies were left, stopping in place like sculptures, maintaining various weird postures.

Then, motionless!

Ling Fan was like a leader patrolling his subordinates, wandering in the space, chasing the black hand behind the scenes.

Then, he saw a small gray-white man sitting on Steve Rogers' shoulder, smiling proudly at him.

Ding!

[Target, high-level evil spirit, hell clown!

Note: A clown is like a circus performer. He can understand the lonely side of your heart, and then slowly penetrate deep into your heart to control you. Thereby turning into a terrible smiling puppet, laughing endlessly, and then infecting others! 】

So disgusting!

I thought it was some guy, but it turned out to be a clown.

Ling Fan looked at him rolling his big eyes proudly, as if to say, even if he is discovered, what can you do to me?

"It seems that these are all good things you did?"

Ling Fan was not in a hurry, looked at the Hell Clown with a smile, and started chatting instead.

"You are very interesting too! They all took the initiative to throw themselves into my arms, why did you refuse to give in?

Come on, I'll take you to see interesting places, and let's have fun together! "

"Happy sister!"

Ling Fan rolled his eyes at him and said, "You are a small character in a B-level horror movie, but you can be so cheating when you just randomly come here. Are you sure you didn't fall in love with someone?"

I know that guy Kazuo Yamamoto is conspiring to cooperate with Thanos. If you are sent by him, please give me a reply. I will kill him! "

"It's just you? So many people can't do anything to me, what can you do?"

The clown triumphantly jumped from Steve's shoulder to Princess Shuri, then jumped from Shuri's shoulder to the back of the falcon on the other side, giving her a good skin.

His deliberate declaration of sovereignty made Ling Fan want to laugh even more.

"I can understand your desire to seek death! After all, childhood shadows can still scare many people, but it would be bad if you look down on others too much!

Don’t forget, they are the most awesome superheroes in the world! "

"Haha, you make it sound like you know everything, but it turns out you're just talking?"

The Hell Clown stopped unhappily, held Bucky's head with one hand and said, "Take this guy for example? His most painful memory was that he was tortured by the Red Skull during World War II and had an arm broken. Even his last Even the captain, whom I admired so much, couldn't save him. He has been brainwashed and used as a puppet for so many years, can you understand?

And this Banner, when he thinks of the fact that he turned into a monster, he still feels sad. The days of hiding in Tibet were his lifelong nightmare.

Natasha, the red room is her Achilles heel.

Steve, his lover during World War II, was frail in his youth.

Thor, Asgard's dead compatriot, and his closest relatives...

Humans have weaknesses, and they can't escape my control, do you understand? "

Listening to the clown's endless bragging, it seemed as if he had understood everything in the world and became omnipotent.

Will this change be irreversible?

"Idiot! So you don't understand how powerful they are!"

After Ling Fan appreciated his opponent's performance, he smiled more calmly and was full of pride.

It seems that the winning ticket is in hand.

"Why are you laughing again? Are you scared? I understand, you are also infected by me! Haha, you say it so nicely, you don't just know how to talk..."

The clown was confused by his smile and panicked unconsciously.

He thought Ling Fan must have been tricked.

Unexpectedly, a cold air came from behind him.

He felt something lying on his shoulder and tapped it lightly.

Is there anyone else here? Can they move?

The smile on the clown's face suddenly became dull.

Maintaining an indescribable horror, the moment he tried to turn around, he heard a cold voice speaking in his ear.

"Giggle..."

An extremely pale woman's face was pressed against his face in an exaggerated manner, and it slowly poked out, staring at him with bloodshot eyes.

Coupled with the weird noises coming from his mouth, even the clown from hell couldn't help but feel panicked.

What the hell are you?