Doom opened his eyes and looked at Michael who walked out behind him with a blank expression.

"How?"

"Valeria, that's someone special to you." "At least it's different from everyone else. ”

Doom snorted lightly: "That's also in the past." I used to ...... There is also a cowardly side. For a while, I did think that even if Valeria was the only one in the world, I hoped she would understand me. ”

He paused, and said in a tone that was almost as cold as a machine, "But it's no longer necessary." Now I have completed the transformation, I am complete. Dr. Doom doesn't need anyone, and Valeria can't understand me now...... She didn't have to understand. She couldn't even understand and didn't fit into the current Latvia, she was too kind to the country. ”

After a moment of silence, Michael said, "All you need is strength and power, is that what you mean?" ”

"yes. Pioneers are always lonely, and only those who can bear such loneliness can stand on a high place. If the road I've traveled so far in my life has taught me anything, it's that's all there is to it. Doom narrowed his eyes and glanced at him, "I thought you would be the only one who could understand this." ”

"In the past, maybe."

"And now?" Doom asked, "Have you changed your mind?" ”

Michael closed his eyes lightly, and his figure retreated into the shadows.

“...... I do not know. ”

***

Dock.

The black motorcade slowly drove in and stopped outside a lighted warehouse. The lights didn't go out, and a team of guys in smart suits jumped out of the car and walked towards the warehouse with a small bearded man in their arms.

Two worker-like men had been waiting here for a long time, guarding a sealed metal box.

The bearded man walked up to them, looked left and right, and finally put his hands in his pockets and his eyes fell on the two workers.

"Where are the other two people?"

The two looked at each other, and one of them replied, "We had to leave them at the delivery point." ”

"Why?"

The man hesitated for a moment and said, "They loaded the box onto the armored transporter." Then it may have been that they peeked at the contents of the box, and all of a sudden they went crazy and fought each other. I gave them two shots and locked him in the car. ”

The mustachioed man narrowed his eyes.

"Did you burn the body, or throw the car into the sea?"

The worker hesitated for a moment and shook his head: "No." ”

Behind the mustache, a bodyguard-like guy stepped forward and punched the man hard.

"Then there's a good chance that someone else will track it down here, idiot." The mustache scolded, snorting, "They may have seen the contents of the box, so they want to fight each other." He glanced at the quiet metal box, his eyes burning, "As far as I know, this one has a power beyond common sense. ”

The worker was silent.

The mustache snorted and finally pulled his hand out of his pocket. He circled around the box for half a circle, his gloomy expression becoming like that of a child looking forward to opening Christmas presents. Slowly, solemnly, he unbuckled the lock, and little by little lifted the heavy metal lid. The white light suddenly turned his face pale, and a steaming white gas blew out from the bottom of the cover. The invisible impact exploded from the box in an instant, crossing several people close to the box.

The icy chill crept up the backs of everyone present in a brief moment, making their hairs stand on end. The mustache's eyes widened, and he subconsciously took a few steps back. He blinked, and when he looked at the bodyguard and the two workers around him again, his eyes were almost popping out of his sockets with horror.

He saw that everyone's faces had become surprisingly eerie, black streaks spreading along their temples on everyone's faces, like some kind of zombie plague.

It was as if fear had been deeply engraved into the depths of his bone marrow in an instant, and an instinctive reaction had taken over his body. Without thinking, he pulled out his gun and yelled at the two workers who were raising their hands and pulled the trigger. Blood splashed up from the chests of the two of them, causing them to tremble violently, and they fell on their backs in a pool of blood and lost their lives.

Everyone in the black suit reacted similarly, and the moment the box was opened, they seemed to be stunned. The moment the mustache pulled the trigger, it also pulled the fuse, and everyone present hurriedly pulled out their guns, scattered and hid in nearby bunkers while hurriedly shooting at the rest of the people. It's just that they are far from professional in playing with guns, and their accuracy is not very good, and now they have no accuracy at all in a panic. The rain of bullets scratched only one or two hapless creatures, sparks splashed in the warehouse, and everyone ducked behind cover to suppress each other.

Outside the skylight of the warehouse, Wanda and Daisy watched the movement of the group of people throughout the whole process, and couldn't help but glance at each other suspiciously.

Originally, this was just a surveillance investigation. Gang smuggling is certainly not under their jurisdiction, but the gang to which the following people belong happens to be the target of a recent sniper attack by a guy named "Ghost Rider". The main reason they paid attention to the gang was to find out how the gang or its members were related to the "Ghost Rider".

But they had never imagined that they would witness such a strange scene before.

"What's going on?" Daisy asked, "Is there really some super treasure hidden in that box that is worth shooting at the scene?" ”

"God knows." Wanda straightened up and stretched her fingers, "But obviously, we can't let them continue to kill each other like this - then no one will be able to speak." Let's go. ”

Without waiting for a response, she jumped from the skylight, her body wrapped around crimson fluctuations and fell vertically into the middle of the rain of bullets, countless staggered bullets were bounced between the red rays around her. Daisy spread her hands and jumped off as well. She released a shock wave downward with her left palm to cushion the landing, and with a lift of her right palm, the shock wave flew out of a black suit hiding behind through the cover, and fainted on the spot.

Two top super-powered agents face off against a bunch of gangsters who haven't even been trained in orthodox shooting, and there's no suspense at all. The battle was completely controlled almost from the moment they appeared, and the guns and bullets posed no threat to them at all, even if the other party had an absolute advantage in numbers, it was only a matter of time before they were completely cleared.

The mustache hid behind cover and moved while shooting, and before he knew it, he had fled to the door of the warehouse, smeared oil on the soles of his feet, turned around and ran out without his life.

"Slipped one." Wanda raised his hand and blasted away a group of miscellaneous soldiers, and took the time to say.

"I'll go."

Daisy said as she held out her hands, and Shockwave pushed her backwards and flew backwards, turning lightly in mid-air to the door. She lunged out, her palms blasting away the two black suits near the gate with a shock wave, and chasing her outward.

She was fast, but still a step too late.

Someone got it before her.

"Ahhh!!h

The screams like killing pigs made her walk involuntarily slow. She ran out of the warehouse and turned around following the back of the mustache, but she couldn't help but freeze in place.

She could never forget what she saw.

The guy was dressed in black leather and stood on the shore like an illusory evil spirit, dressed in black leather, with black leather boots and black leather boots, and holding the mustache in one hand as if he were holding a hollow doll.

A white skull, blazing against the backdrop of night.