Famous scenes from various anime and comics: Starting with American comics

Chapter 1: Transmigrating into an American Comic Book! Bound to the Multiverse Check-in Device!

Horn time-traveled.

Moreover, they were transported to the extremely dangerous Marvel universe.

It's still a hellish start!

Because right now, he was being held hand and foot and left in the attic of a wooden house.

When he first opened his eyes, he looked around at the unfamiliar environment and thought it was a prank by his college roommate or a dream.

But as he felt the coldness of the wooden floor, smelled the musty, decaying odor in the air, and noticed, by the dim moonlight, a figure not far away, bound hand and foot just like him, he was not only certain that he wasn't dreaming, but also absolutely certain that he had transmigrated, and transmigrated into the Marvel universe.

She was a woman with long, wavy, wine-red hair, a very graceful figure, and a very distinctive appearance.

Even though she was disguised to some extent, Horn recognized her.

Black Widow Natasha!

"Damn it, when other people transmigrate, they either eat and drink the best food, or they're with beautiful women and drive luxury cars. But for me, this is kidnapping! What the hell?!"

Horn was indignant and wanted to curse, but his mouth was taped shut and he couldn't speak at all.

After accepting the reality before him and calming down, Horn had a series of questions in his mind.

Who kidnapped him? What was the purpose of the kidnapping? And why are senior S.H.I.E.L.D. agents here?

"Could it be extortion? But I'm a transmigrator, penniless and without any relatives or friends. What could they possibly extort from me? If I hadn't transmigrated, maybe I could have gotten some cash from their Alipay or Huabei accounts."

"Unless I am... a soul transmigrated!?"

As far as he knew, there were two types of time travel. One was to take your body with you when you traveled to this world. The advantage was that you still had your own body, but the disadvantage was that you became an unregistered person in this world. Forget about finding a job to earn money, it would be difficult to even find accommodation. You would be lucky if you didn't get arrested by the police.

Another type is soul transmigration. As the name suggests, the soul transmigrates into the body of a great enemy in this world. The advantage is that you have this person's body and identity, including all his property, and you don't have to worry about sleeping on the streets. As for the disadvantage, it is naturally the enemies that the original owner of the body made.

If it's the second scenario, then his kidnapping would make sense.

"We're all tied up now, and there's no mirror here. How are we supposed to tell which one it is?"

Horn thought for two seconds and quickly came up with a solution.

He curled up on his side and looked down at his left hand.

By the moonlight, he could vaguely see the black mole that had been with him for eighteen years between his index and middle fingers, and the cinnabar mole less than a millimeter in size near his wrist on his thumb.

He immediately got the answer.

"It's my own body, not a soul transfer!"

If a black mole is a coincidence, then a cinnabar mole is definitely not.

"Since it wasn't a soul transfer, kidnapping and extortion are ruled out. So, it's organ trafficking? They want to take my kidneys?"

Horn gasped. "That's very possible!"

Now, the only thing he can probably sell for money is his organs.

"But organ trafficking is common in every country. It shouldn't be worth S.H.I.E.L.D. sending a top agent like Natasha, right?"

Horn couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it. He was more concerned about how to get out of his predicament. He didn't want to die here on the first day of his transmigration without knowing why.

His gaze involuntarily fell upon Black Widow again; she might be his only hope.

However, the other party was currently unconscious with her eyes closed, so Horn had no way of knowing whether she was injured or whether the situation was still under her control.

"Open! Four, five, six, big! Haha, I won!"

Just as Horn was about to try to wake the other person, bursts of laughter suddenly came from downstairs.

The sounds were mixed with arguing and a woman's screams.

Horn was immediately drawn by the sound and looked down through the gaps in the wooden floorboards.

There was a dozen or so burly foreigners carrying guns, gambling around a table. Next to them, three other men were arguing. Not far from the three men was a large sofa.

The woman's cries and screams came from there, and if you listened carefully, you could also hear the man's rhythmic breathing, with torn clothes scattered everywhere.

Even if Horn didn't go to look, he could roughly guess what was going on there.

"Fuck, I can't take it anymore! I'm going to fuck that woman upstairs today! Nobody's stopping me!"

"Get lost! You always go first, this time it's my turn!"

The sounds of arguing came again, and this time Horn heard them clearly.

"You all better shut up! Otherwise, you'll be in big trouble when the boss gets here!"

"David, don't try to scare us with the boss thing!"

"Do you think I'm easily intimidated? When has our boss ever disciplined us for something like this?"

The two arguing men snorted and immediately headed for the stairs.

"Stop right there! This time it's different."

David quickly pulled them back, but he knew their tempers; once their anger flared, no one could control them. His eyes darted around, and he immediately had a plan.

"The boss forbade you from touching this woman, but he didn't say you couldn't touch that delicate-skinned pretty boy..."

He knew the two men's preferences; they were bisexual.

"That pretty boy?"

The two men paused for a moment, then their eyes lit up. The kid they'd caught upstairs was quite good-looking and had a great physique, which suited their taste perfectly. They immediately chuckled and nodded, "Okay, fine."

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"The pretty boy they're talking about...could it be me!?"

Horn felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this.

Putting everything else aside, he was quite confident in his looks and physique; he was a campus heartthrob before he transmigrated.

But now, this chrysanthemum is going to be lost!

"What should I do? What should I do?!"

He was anxious and racking his brains for a solution. At the same time, he shifted his body and kicked Natasha, who was also tied up beside him, trying to wake up this lifeline.

"A severe crisis has been detected. The Multiverse Check-in Device is initiating binding..."

"Binding successful! Physical attributes are being digitized..."

"Data processing complete! Attribute panel generation in progress..."