Marvel: Starting From the Dimensional Demon God

[From Phil Coulson's emotional value +851]

[Mood value from Natasha Manromanov +859]

[Mood value from Wade Wilson +883]

Whoa whoa whoa whoa...

A harsh siren suddenly sounded over the city, and dense milky-white liquid fell from the air. They sprinkled on the living corpse, and immediately erupted with astonishing destructive power.

Pieces of living corpses fell to the ground, screaming in fear, trying to avoid the white water droplets from the sky, but were blocked by the crowded living corpses.

Even the strange singing in his ear was out of rhythm, and one can imagine how shocked the owner of the voice was.

"This is milk!?"

Deadpool took a sip, and immediately thought of a little brother who was boiling milk.

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

He raised his hand to say hello and said with a smile, "Yo... I'm here to pick you up!"

On the car, put down the spray pipe that sprayed milk, and Da Wenxi nodded to everyone.

Colson: "…"

Natasha: "…"

Deadpool:"…"

Constantine: "…"

[Mood value from Phil Coulson +877]

[Emotion value from Natasha Manromanov +879]

[Mood value from Wade Wilson +903]

next second.

A flower suddenly appeared in front of them, and several people returned to reality.

It seemed that only a few seconds had passed. Natasha looked left and right, and found that the scene was still the same as before.

Coulson wiped the milk from his face and confirmed that there was not a single bullet in the pistol, and he had indeed returned to the real world.

Dead Servant's double knives were still on his back, and there was no sign of taking them off. He looked at Chu Renmei, who was guarded by a group of corpses, and said suddenly.

"Did we have a hallucination just now?"

"No, it's not an ordinary illusion, it's more like a different dimension in the spiritual realm..."

Pointing to the six brain-dead SHIELD agents, as a master in the field of magic, Constantine has a great say.

He unexpectedly glanced at Li Ang, this guy was able to break it with an incredible force, it was really not easy!

Li Ang took a few steps back, looked at Da Wenxi who got out of the car, and secretly handed a bottle of water over.

Chu Renmei was a little surprised, she glanced at Li Ang lightly, waved her hand gently, and the surrounding corpses rushed over again howling.

bang bang bang...

The battle begins again.

…

on the streets of New York.

uh uh uh...

The ambulance galloped fast on the road, and from time to time some people who spit water came forward to stop the car.

They rushed up excitedly, slapped the car window vigorously, screamed, and begged, hoping that the ambulance could take them to the hospital. But the ambulance just threw them away and left mercilessly.

Looking out the windows of the ambulances, New York was almost at a standstill, with cars parked everywhere on the streets. There are countless incidents of rear-end collisions due to sudden "spitting syndrome".

A helicopter slowly rose from a certain building, then suddenly slanted down as if it had malfunctioned, and crashed into a certain World Trade Center.

boom-

With a huge explosion, a large hole was blown on the outer wall of the World Trade Building, and orange flames and thick black smoke were billowing upwards.

Flames, car crashes, screams, death…

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

"Where's the hospital? Why don't you answer the phone!"

"Doctor, we need a doctor here!"

"God, what kind of disease is this? Why is there still fish being spit out?!"

"..." People fell to the ground and called out their arms in despair, and they were shaking very badly. Just like this city, it is slowly dying.

The radio station in the car just happened to broadcast the latest news:

[According to U.S. President Bairdon, the large-scale "spitting sickness" in New York City may be related to the migration of migratory birds. The Minister of Public Health Fukie is conducting further confirmation...

President Belden appealed that, given New York's current medical resources are relatively tight, I hope everyone can consciously stay at home and prepare painkillers...]

"Fake, migratory birds migrate? What the **** is this talking about!"

He scolded fiercely, and the driver really wanted to tug at the collars of those "gentlemen" and let them see the tragedy at the scene with their own eyes.

He drove an ambulance carefully through a street full of vehicles, and with difficulty, under the cover of the National Guard, crossed the surging crowd, and parked the car at the New York City Central Hospital amid the thunderous scolding. on the parking lot.

Chapter 88 Then, I met a pair of eyes.

"Sir, has the Senator's son come back?"

A man in black came over, knocked on his window, and asked coldly.

"Ah? Mmmm, pick it up, pick it up..."

The driver was startled, got out of the car quickly, led the other party to open the back door of the car, pointed to a little blond boy and said.

"Hey... it's him!"

Then the man in black smiled, patted his shoulder, handed him a wad of money, got into the car and carried the little boy out.

The man didn't look at the other patients in the car, and walked out with the little boy who was not sick.

"Bah... what? What a disgusting thing!"

The driver took the money and spit in disgust at the figure he was walking away, and then he greeted the patients who had spit water to get off the bus.

In hospitals in New York, this kind of thing abounds. Contradictions arise from resource allocation, and classes are divided by status and power. The question of who to save first and who to save is a major challenge for all doctors. .

…

S.H.I.E.L.D., Director Fury's office.

Peng!

"Hill, now, how is the situation in New York?"

Nick Fury slapped the table heavily, staring nervously at the scene of Constantine and the others.

Da Wenxi and Li Ang stood in front of the car. The water cannons filled with milk were very sharp. It was really a **** blocking God, Buddha blocking killing Buddha, completely suppressing those living corpses.

Agent Hill looked away from the tablet computer in his hand, slightly lifted his hat, and said in a heavy tone.

"The situation in New York is very bad. The curse broke out suddenly. Not only did it bring a large number of patients, but even some nurses and doctors were affected."

President Belden just called to urge us to solve the problem of "spitting water" as soon as possible..."

"Fake!"

Pressing on the temple, Nick Fury was under great mental pressure. This incident broke out too fast, and S.H.I.E.L.D. was completely underprepared.

He now only hopes that Constantine and the others can solve Chu Renmei. Otherwise, if it continues, there will only be more chaos.

"Hill, are the equipment Li Ang ordered ready?"

"It's ready, Director, you can go anytime!"

"Then send three more fighter jets over, I don't believe mere flesh and blood can block the power of missiles!"

"Yes…"

…

The banks of the Hudson River.

Li Ang and Da Wenxi have completely become the main force in the battle. The one-handed milk cannon does not need to be aimed.

Chu Renmei stopped singing and kept watching them silently. She could feel her curse spreading across the city, just like a butcher raising a butcher's knife to slaughter a dying pig. Can't escape the fate of being beheaded.

Suddenly, the two spray pipes failed to shoot milk at the same time.

Those living corpses were suppressed to death by Li Ang's milk cannon. Seeing this, they rushed here happily, but they were deceived by Li Ang and shot a large number of living corpses to death.

No matter how brainless the living corpses are, after being played with them for 4 or 5 times in a row, they have learned to be smart, and they only dare to watch carefully nearby, and dare not step into the shooting range easily.

However, on the day when the fire truck with sufficient milk volume ran out, seeing that the sprinkler in his hand could no longer spray water, Li Ang pretended to make a gesture.

When the corpses came again and again, they didn't dare to approach at all, but cautiously stepped back a considerable distance.

Constantine is already drawing the magic circle that summons the devil, but it will take a little while.

Deadpool stood in the center of the circle very consciously, and was ready to "re-enhance" it.

The living corpses saw that Li Ang couldn't spray milk for a long time, and after successive tests, they finally confirmed that there was no milk in the fire truck, and rushed up excitedly with a malicious smile.

Coulson and Natasha stood at the forefront with awe-inspiring expressions, watching the corpses screaming and rushing over, ready to sacrifice.

Da da da…

However, three fighter planes suddenly passed by in the air behind them. In just a few seconds, thousands of rounds of bullets were consumed.

A large area of ​​the living corpses was emptied, and this was not over yet. The three fighter planes turned around from the air again, and the loaded missiles were fired in unison, bombarding the corpses one after another.

Coulson and the others hurriedly retreated to the back of the fire truck, and looked at the battlefield with a beaming expression on their heads.

The group of corpses on the shore were almost cleaned up, and only a few scattered standing beside Chu Renmei, avoiding the sudden bombardment.

The three fighter jets hummed, and the missile system aimed in the direction of Chu Renmei at the same time.

It was only then that Chu Renmei finally raised her head. She glanced at the pilots of the three fighter planes.

next second...

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The three fighter planes were hit by their respective missiles in an instant, as if they were evil, and exploded into pieces in the air.

Colson: "…"

Natasha: "…"

Deadpool:"…"

Constantine: "…"

[From Phil Coulson's emotional value +899]

[Emotion value +913 from Natasha Manromanov]

[Mood value +926 from Wade Wilson]

[Mood value from Nick Fury +947]

"Hahaha, who summoned the great Lord Barbas!"

Demon Barbas obviously had no memory, and when he saw someone calling, he came over immediately.

After Deadpool performed very well, he didn't resist at all, and let Barbas enter his body very naturally.

His eyes were covered with a layer of fire, and his physique had grown stronger. He was about to meet the believers who summoned him, and when he looked up, he saw Constantine's face.

"Phil Coulson?!"

Like... so much like!

This face, this name, he thinks about it every day and every night, every day without thinking about tea and sleepless nights, and even eating human souls has lost some taste, making his charming beer belly smaller!

"Phil Coulson, Jie Jie Jie... We finally meet!"