The moment he heard the unfamiliar voice, Bonucci reacted immediately, his palm quickly moved to the alarm button under the table, while the other hand reached to his waist.

That damn old aristocracy is finally going to make a move on him?

The thought flashed through his head, and then his consciousness was swept away by a sharp pain, and the figure under the dark green cloak moved faster than him, and the blinding electric light flew by, causing half of Bonucci's body to fall into paralysis.

The mysterious guest who rushed in slowly removed the pistol from the Prime Minister's waist, grabbed the other party's neck with his iron arm, and dragged the slightly bloated body to the rest compartment of the office study as if dragging a wild dog.

"Tsk, it's really tasteful......"

Doom saw a lot of SM tools hanging on the wall, similar to handcuffs, mouth balls, whips, etc., which were just pediatrics, and some xing abuse items that he had never heard of and never seen, it seemed that the Prime Minister of Latvia often did not forget to add to the fun of life in addition to being busy with national affairs.

Doctor Doom, dressed in a dark green cloak, took off a nine-tailed cat and played with it in his hand, his empty eyes fell on the Prime Minister who was thrown on the soft bed, and a "crackling" volley landed on Bonucci's body.

Compared to the SM sex on weekdays, Doom will not be so gentle, before the nine-tailed cat was widely used as a sex prop, it was used to carry out whipping, and the European fleets in the age of sail were usually not equipped with whips for execution, so they had to take local materials, let the prisoner cut a section of the cable himself, spread the front of the cable, and keep the back as it is, so that the front can be used as a whip and the back as a handle.

Because the loose part of the cable would split into nine strings, the whip was called the "nine-tailed cat", and most people would be whipped to death after more than 300 hits.

Dum twitched silently ten times, and Bonucci, who couldn't bear the pain, wailed and begged for mercy loudly: "What do you want? Money or anything else, I can give it to you! If it's for that box of weapons-grade plutonium...... I—I can immediately revoke your arrest! ”

This madman with a steel mask on his face slapped himself without saying a word, and did not ask for any news, nor did he make demands, and in the silent and depressed atmosphere, the Prime Minister, who still had a strong psychological defense, had to be the first to beg for mercy.

"I don't want anything." The hoarse voice revealed a hint of banter.

Dom tossed the nine-tailed cat aside in his hand, he stared at Bonucci, who was filled with fear, and took off the black gloves on his arm, and a steel palm covered in metal flesh appeared.

There was a sudden burst of "zig" sound in the air, and the blazing white electricity was like a small snake, lingering and flickering on his fingertips, Bonucci watched all this in surprise, he had heard of the existence of superpowers before, but he had never felt it so intuitively.

"What day is the time of the historical quiz, Mr. Prime Minister, November 5, 1605?" Doom asked softly.

"Gunpowder Conspiracy!" Bonucci, who had studied history and literature, searched for the answers in his mind.

He is a smart man, and this guy in front of him who behaves strangely and behaves crazy is obviously not something he can resist, and instead of not cooperating with the other party and then suffering more, it is better to show a submissive posture in order to survive.

"Bingo." Doom nodded in satisfaction, "Guy Fawkes, this daring fanatic, he tried to blow up the British Houses of Parliament and kill James I and his family who were doing the opening ceremony in it. ”

"Unfortunately, the plan was leaked, and he was arrested, executed, hanged, then beheaded, disemboweled, eviscerated, and finally dismembered."

"But today, the real gunpowder conspiracy will be repeated in Latvia."

"What exactly do you want to do?" Doubts overpowered fear, Bonucci asked in a trembling voice.

Doom didn't answer, his finger reached for the electric switch, and there was a continuous crackling sound in the air, and a steady stream of electricity seemed to be pulled onto his body, and the dark green cloak fluttered violently like a violent wind.

Then the lights went out, and in the darkness Bonucci heard the bodyguards' questioning, and about half a minute later, eight well-trained full-time bodyguards slammed open the door to the study.

This gave a glimmer of hope in the Prime Minister's eyes, he didn't know what this mysterious monster was trying to do, but what could he do in the face of hundreds of security guards in the palace, even if he was a superpower?

Carrying the hot electric light, it shot out like a spear, knocking down the bodyguards who rushed to it one by one, and Doom dragged Bonucci down the corridor, the flickering lights flickered, and from time to time an electric light bloomed, piercing the team of security personnel, and the air smelled of burning.

In Doctor Doom's view, the so-called well-guarded security is nothing more than a fragile fence that can only keep out wild beasts and children at best, and cannot pose a threat to him at all.

As the alarm bell sounded, Doom took Bonucci to the top floor of the Prime Minister's Palace, of course, the reason why they were so easy was that the security agents cared for the Prime Minister's life and did not use heavy firepower.

"Sniper One is in position......"

"Guaranteeing the safety of the Prime Minister's life ......"

"Locate the intruder......"

"Wait for the order!"

A series of orders were given, and through the scope, the sniper saw the terrorist who had taken the prime minister hostage, wearing a hideous and cold steel mask on his face, and his whole body was shrouded in a dark green cloak.

Just wait for the order to shoot, and the sniper will pull the trigger, and a 7.62x54mmR rifle bullet will penetrate the opponent's head in an instant.

On the top floor of the Prime Minister's Palace, Doom, who seemed to be unaware of all this, lifted Bonucci up, blocked him in front of him, and asked in a deep voice: "Mr. Prime Minister, do you like symphonies?" ”

Bonucci, full of fear, nodded subconsciously, the first time he encountered such a madman, he couldn't guess what the other party's purpose was.

"Do you like Schubert, or Mendelssohn? Or Liszt? Tchaikovsky? ”

“…… Mozart. ”

"Okay, it just so happens that I also like the greatest classical musician in Europe." Doom tapped on the brass on the top floor and, as if talking to himself, "Order Symphony No. 40 in G minor." ”

Lyrical and pathetic music resounded throughout the city, coming from various radio and television stations, indignant and passionate, bold and furious, as if pouring out the helplessness of life, the grievances of the heart, the exhilarating fanaticism, and a hint of depression.

"You must be curious, why did I bring you here? What do you want? ”

Doom carried Bonucci to the edge of the top floor, overlooking the lively city caught in a grand symphony, and his hoarse voice exuded emotion: "Mr. Prime Minister, do you know? My biggest dream as a child was to be able to move into the city without having to live in a slum. ”

"You ......"

"The day I got my place, you personally commended me, calling me Latvia's 'Rising Star' in front of the media, and after my success, the people of my hometown presented me with this steel mask with the inscription 'Glory of Latvia' underneath – you must have remembered."

Bonucci's eyes widened in surprise as he squeezed a name out of his throat: "Victor Doom...... It's you? ”

"Of course it's me." The expression under the mask flew, "I'm back on this land to give it hope of a new life, and before that, some obstacles need to be cleared. ”

"I know the sniper is in the building across from me, ready to shoot me in the head, but Mr. Prime Minister—there's more to this mask than just flesh, it's beyond your imagination."

The symphony is nearing its end, and the mournful minor key floats in the night sky, lingering in the aftermath.

"Thank you for that box of weapons-grade plutonium, I made a small alteration and left it in your room."

Dum's voice suddenly turned cold, and he said word by word: "Latvia, you will be converted to the name of the Doomsday God, and your death will bring peace." ”

A dazzling white light erupted from the Prime Minister's Palace, like a sweeping wave, and the dark green cloak hunted like a fluttering flag. ()

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