Marvel: Starting From the Dimensional Demon God

Wiping his mouth, he looked up and suddenly found a "wall" standing in front of him.

Startled, the man quickly stepped back, only to realize that the place where he vomited just now was a bit... not right?

"..." Luke looked depressed, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the filth on his clothes with disgust.

Chapter 22 The Baroque's Assault

Seeing that he had done something wrong, Mocha quickly apologized: "Hold, sorry, I didn't see anyone there."

"…"

"Ah no... I mean, you're too dark, I didn't see you..."

Mocha waved his hand, trying to be more precise.

Luke's face darkened even more.

call me black?

If you don't know how to speak, talk less, be careful I'll sue you for discrimination!

He originally planned to stop the other party to ask questions, and his actions and lines were all designed in his mind.

Just as he was about to speak, he was supported by the other party, and before he could react, he spat out at him first.

Damn... my girlfriend bought me a new shirt!

Just help me without supporting the wall, right?

Snapped…

Angrily, he threw the handkerchief on the ground, grabbed his collar, and pressed it hard against the wall.

Before Mocha screamed, a photo was taken in front of him.

It was the photo of the monster whose head was split in half.

Mocha was so nervous that his eyes fell on the photo involuntarily.

When he saw the contents of the photo clearly, he screamed in fright, shook his head again and again, and struggled vigorously with excitement.

"No, no, I didn't see it, I really didn't see it!"

But no matter how he struggled, he couldn't escape Luke Cage's power.

"Sure enough...you seem to know something."

With one hand pressing his head against the wall, Luke finally spit out the lines he designed earlier, his voice was low and hoarse, like a monster from the underworld.

"Now, tell me what you saw that night two weeks ago?"

"I-I don't know, I didn't see anything!"

Mocha was terrified, and his trembling lips kept repeating this sentence.

The body is swaying, and the performance is obviously abnormal.

Luke is well-informed and has no nonsense. He grabbed the other party's body and pulled him over forcefully.

Staring at Mocha's eyes, he swung out a fist, rubbed his head heavily, and hit the wall behind him.

Bang!

"Listen...I know you're scared right now, after all that terrifying thing happened."

However, just escaping will not solve any problems. "

Luke spoke slowly, trying to make every word clear to the other person.

"I heard you haven't been home for two weeks."

Think of your lovely wife and look at you now. Do you think you can keep running away like this? ! "

Language is a weapon, and Luke tries to use the other's wife to pry open his psychological defenses.

"No, what do you know?"

You don't know anything at all! "

Luke's language obviously had an effect, and Mocha broke his hand and tried to get rid of it excitedly.

"That kind of monster is simply not something we humans can resist!"

We are so small..."

As he spoke, his eyes were hazy, as if he had returned to that night two weeks ago.

on the street…

Cars, explosions, flames…

The screams of women, the roar of men, the roar of firearms, and the death scythe that lights up every now and then in the dark.

It was not a battle, it was a massacre, a massacre of humans by demons!

Mocha huddled in the corner, staring red, covering his mouth carefully, trembling all over.

There was never a moment when he would admit the weakness of human beings.

Even those strong men with bulging muscles and holding firearms are still unable to face them.

He saw with his own eyes, that man, no... it should be, that monster!

The head was like a cracked orange companion, with red tentacles, dragging the death scythe and lasing out of it.

When he reacted again, the extreme fear and death had eroded the land without hesitation.

"That's hell, the deepest abyss of nightmares..."

Mocha didn't even know how he escaped.

Maybe it was luck, maybe the monster didn't care about his life.

He survived.

Even so, there is no way to forget the nightmare that happened that day!

Depressed, he borrowed alcohol all the way to relieve his worries, trying to numb his nerves, Mocha cowardly tried to forget the past.

Didn't he come home?

No, Mocha went back anyway.

He just didn't go in, standing in the yard, looking through the window in fear, shrugging his shoulders, like a frightened ostrich, watching the terrifying scene.

"Ah... I saw it, I saw the death of my wife with my own eyes."

How that monster killed her and then moved into her body bit by bit..."

"That kind of scene is really... terrifying!"

[Mood value from Luke Cage +343]

Looking at the poor man in front of him, he said all the nagging as if he was explaining the future.

"..." Without disturbing him, Luke knew how much pressure the man was holding in his heart.

Those things, just thinking about it, send chills down the spine and shudder.

At the same time, his head turned extremely fast, constantly extracting important information from the other party's words.

Interweaving this information with the intelligence in his mind, Luke tries to spell out what the event actually looked like!

Soon, his expression changed and he grasped a certain key point.

"Mocha, do you know who those big men in black with guns are?"

Mocha was stunned by this sudden question, frowned, and thought for a long time.

Luke waited patiently, and soon, Mocha's brows stretched out, as if he knew something.

"I know, those people are..."

"Oh... it's here." A cold voice suddenly came from above.

Still waiting for a response.

chah...

A grenade fell to the ground.

Luke Cage's complexion changed greatly, he grabbed Mocha violently, and threw himself forward.

boom!

A huge explosion engulfed the entire alley.

The powerful power blew Luke Cage and the others away on the spot.

Peng!

Protecting Mocha, Luke Cage smashed into a wall.

The stone slammed down, and the smoke splashed, burying the two.

This huge impact shook the internal organs a little, and Luke didn't have time to look for the injury, so he looked down eagerly.

"Mocha, wake up..."

The sternum had been broken, and a steel bar had been inserted into his waist.

Blood was pouring down from his forehead, as if the light was returning, Mocha spat out a few words intermittently.

"Please save my wife... yes... yes... Ireland... Lan..."

he died.

"Mocha..."

Luke felt sad in his heart that this poor man didn't die that night two weeks ago, but in this alley that nobody cares about.

Until his death, he remembered his wife.

[Mood value from Luke Cage +477]

Snapped.

He clenched his fists, fire was burning in his heart.

There is a hostile anger in the chest, no matter how you can't let it out!

"Heh... so easy to die?"

Sure enough, the grenade or something is too rough, and it doesn't meet my elegance at all..."

With blond hair tied behind his head and wearing a white mask, Baroque stood up from the roof unhappy.

"Forget it, let's get to work."

With that said, he turned to leave.

next second...

bang—

A dark shadow rushed out from the pile of gravel.

Chapter 23 Vega, you are a B-suit, I give full marks!

Inserting his hand into the wall, stepping on the wall, Luke rushed up.

Baroque sensed the movement from behind, spun lightly, and quickly avoided the attack from behind.

"Bastard...he shouldn't die here!"

Stretching out his fist, Luke Cage gritted his teeth, and continued to charge in a rage.

"Oh, that's right..."

With a gorgeous turn, the golden braids were raised in the air, and a cold light appeared in the night.

stab -

As if a sword was cut into steel armor, a steel claw from the Baroque pulled out a spark from Luke Cage's waist.