Behind the Scenes from American Comics

Doll cameras are so much fun!

After spending one night, Lu Cheng and Ninja came to this conclusion together.

Well, he's a researcher, and Sombra is a researcher.

It's not a big problem, Lu Cheng thought they shouldn't mind watching Sombra working hard for breakfast.

At the moment the sky is bright.

After breakfast, Lu Cheng went out slowly and came to his own newly opened psychological clinic in Chinatown.

Because it is a new opening, the psychological clinic is basically unmanned.

However, it was originally used to pass the time, whether the business was good or not, Lu Cheng didn't care.

Turning on the TV, he was going to take a nap and listen to today's morning news by the way.

"New York Daily News, February 13, 2009."

"The military announced today that Tony. Stark, chairman of New York's Stark Industries, was attacked by terrorists after demonstrating the newly developed Jericho missile in the Qunell province of Afghanistan yesterday afternoon. All 13 American soldiers accompanying him died. , Tony. Stark's whereabouts are unknown. The military said that it will not give up search and rescue operations and will do everything possible to rescue Tony. Stark..."

Lu Cheng's eyes that had just been closed snapped open.

......

at the same time.

In Hell's Kitchen, in a pink alley, two elites whose clothes and temperament were out of place walked in.

It's Phil Coulson and Natasha Romanoff!

Noticing the squinting eyes from the dark, Natasha Romanoff frowned, "Phil Coulson, are you sure the hell detective you're talking about is here?"

"We have people watching around the clock, and Constantine is in the innermost bar."

Phil Coulson touched his forehead subconsciously as he said this.

He still has a fresh memory of the last lucky rabbit's leg.

If he could, he didn't want to deal with the bastard Constantine anymore.

But no way.

Tony disappeared in Afghanistan, life unknown.

Phil Coulson wants to borrow [Captain Jack's Compass] from Constantine.

In the Sadako incident, this magical compass left a deep impression on him, and Phil Coulson believed that with the magical ability of the compass, he would be able to find the missing Tony.

While talking, the two came to the bar at the end of the alley.

It goes well with the pink atmosphere here. The crooked signboard of the bar is also pink, and it also reads "Sister Margaret's School for Lost Children" in English letters.

"The name of this bar is quite personal."

Seeing the strange name of the bar, Natasha Romanoff raised her eyebrows, raised her long legs, and kicked the two drunkards who were squatting at the door, squinting at them.

"This is a mercenary bar, be careful after entering."

Phil Coulson also neatly knocked down a few black gangsters who were following him. After doing this, he stretched out his hand to straighten his tie and pushed open the iron door of the bar.

The lights in the bar are ambiguous, and the dance music is great.

Some vicious-looking mercenaries noticed Natasha Romanoff and burst out laughing, "Oooh, guys, there's a pretty chick in the bachelor bar."

"Her figure is amazing, how much does she cost per night?"

"I guess a hundred."

"It's expensive, I think it's worth fifty at most."

bang bang bang ---

No nonsense, Natasha Romanoff pulled out a lady's pistol with a blank face and fired three shots at the roof.

There was a moment of silence in the bar, and then a louder clamor erupted.

"Hey, hot girl, do you know where this place is, dare to shoot?"

"That is, who can be frightened by a broken pistol. When we were playing with guns, you might still be drinking milk in your mother's arms..."

"Hahaha----"

"Constantine, this girl is so hot, she's more energetic than the poster I put on the wall!" Amidst the noise of the bar, a sand sculpture sitting in front of the bar, wearing a red and black battle suit and a pink children's watch on her right wrist The man stared at Natasha Romanoff, nodding in admiration from time to time.

"idiot!!"

[Constantine] Rolled his eyes and sat a little further away in disgust.

Deadpool, Wade. Winston. Wilson, the most sand-carved superhero, no one.

This world obviously does not have Mutant and X-Men, but [Constantine] accidentally came across this sand sculpture.

"It's good for you to sit further away."

Deadpool didn't care about Constantine's disgusting face at all, he smiled and sat in Constantine's original position, picking up the bottle and pouring it.

"Bastard, that's my wine."

[Constantine] The corners of his mouth twitched.

"I know, so I drink it faster on purpose... hiccup."

Deadpool nodded definitely, and when he put down the bottle, he felt his stomach and burped.

Bang bang bang!

At the moment, there was already a fight in the bar.

The mercenaries are unruly bad guys, At the moment they drank again, and after seeing Natasha Romanoff, they all screamed and wanted to prostitute for nothing.

Well, prostitution is definitely impossible.

With a cold face, Natasha Romanoff broke their limbs on the spot.

"sssssssssssssssssssssssssssss...

Deadpool took a deep breath when he saw it, clamped his crotch and said, "This hot girl is so fierce, little Wade said it's not worth it..."

"Can you wipe your nosebleed when you say that?"

【Constantine】Squint contempt.

"It's hot, and it's a little bit hot."

Wade wiped his nose as usual, and continued to stare at Natasha Romanoff, admiring: "Where did you buy this hot girl's battle suit, it really shows her figure, if I have a chance, I will buy an identical set for my girlfriend. ."

talking room.

Sensing that there was a sneak attack from behind, Natasha Romanoff in the battle came to a difficult aerial spin.

Under the influence of gravity, the towering ups and downs tremble like waves.

"Gollum!!" ×2

Deadpool swallowed his saliva unsatisfactorily. After swallowing, he found that there was another person, and he couldn't help but cast a critical contempt at Constantine, "Dirty, disgusting, perverted!"

[Constantine] Calmly looking away, he pointed at Phil Coulson who came over, "It's not me, it's him."

Phil Coulson: "..."

......

PS: Ask for an evaluation ticket. *