I Have A Good Opinion In Marvel

Chapter 67 Doctor Dom!

Tibet.

A place full of magic and secrets.

There are both the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau known as the “roof of the world” and the “sacred mountain” Kunlun, which is full of natural crystallization of myths and stories.

There are also countless devout believers who come here to express their faith to the world step by step.

However, for Victor von Dum, this is just a place where he has nowhere to go, and temporarily lives here…

Or in other words, here is a choice for him to seek power.

He had just experienced a big laboratory explosion. Although he was lying on the bed with bruises, his face was still bandaged.

However, he was still thinking about the brief meeting with his mother in the teleportation device not long ago, and the scary figure with horns on his head and red all over.

From that moment on, he once again determined what his goal for so many years was!

strength!

An extremely powerful force!

Enough for him to kill that demon, from its hands, the power to rescue his mother! ! !

Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but feel agitated, clenched his fists, and his body gradually began to emit a faint blue light.

Just as the magical energy of his body, along with his emotional changes, produced unknown changes, sudden changes occurred!

The door of his room was pushed open!

A slightly startled Roar shouted in his ear:

“Oh! What is that?!!!”

In an extremely simple room, a man with a green cloak and a bandage on his face, but with his eyes closed, opened his arms like this, his whole body glowing with a blue light, floating quietly in the air. !

Around his body, there seems to be a trace of electric current that is constantly jumping around.

Such a magical and permeating scene made the elderly monk wearing a yellow robes and white eyebrows kneel on his knees, clasping his hands together, and began to recite an inexplicable mantra:

“God… please forgive… we… are willing to…”

At this moment, Victor, who was floating in the air, suddenly opened his eyes!

What kind of eyes are that?

Firm, wise, crazy, angry…

The conflicting qualities were all captured by those brown eyes.

When he saw the monk kneeling on the ground, he floating in the air, his eyes condensed, and finally said the first sentence:

“I need you to do something for me!”

. . .

A few days later, when Victor von Doum looked at a steel mask that was taken out of the hot forge by a group of monks, his eyes only had the word “calm”.

Holding the steel mask that hasn’t completely cooled down in his hand, there is only one choice in his heart:

Put it on!

He knows that eating one bite at a time and doing things have to be done step by step.

The first step is to hide his appearance under this mask, from Victor von Doum, who was hunted down by the military, to another person.

Thinking of this, he slowly took off the bandage on his face under the pious gaze of many monks.

The bandage was lifted layer by layer, and his true face was slowly revealed…

That hideous face was deeply imprinted, and these faces were filled with astonished monks’ minds.

He didn’t care how boring these people’s reactions and eyes were.

In his opinion, this is just a small price to pay for the truth.

And these ants will not understand…

Without a word, he calmly pressed the steel mask full of metallic texture on his face.

Immediately afterwards, he put on the hood of the green cloak, hiding the mask under the shadow.

He stood there quietly.

With those eyes, through the mask, I looked at the monks who surrounded him, and his eyes were filled with awe and admiration. Then he announced loudly:

“From today, my name is DoctorDoom!”

As soon as the voice fell, a powerful electric current erupted from his body again, and countless electric snakes, like sharp blades overwhelming thorns and thorns, shot into the sky.

. . . . . .

Located between Hungary, Romania, and Serbia, there is a little unknown and not well-known country named Latvinia.

The population of the entire country is less than one million. However, this does not hinder the people here from treating every visitor from the outside world with a simple folk customs.

Latvinia’s main industry is to use the people’s labor force to help neighboring countries to manufacture semi-finished military products.

Although the standard of living is only a small developing country, it has just passed the food and clothing line. However, with the unity between the people and the government, the entire country can be considered prosperous.

Although it is in the buffer zone of the surrounding major powers, however, war has never happened here.

After all, in this era, the price of perishing or destroying a country is too great…

This day is a sunny day.

In the capital of Latvinia, in a very famous restaurant, Clint Barton wearing a black jacket is talking to the red-haired woman sitting opposite:

“Natasha Romanoff, we have been here for almost a week, and we have searched almost every corner of the country, but there are no clues at all.”

“It seems that the target did not directly escape back to his home country as we speculated…”

Natasha Romanoff stroked her long hair, picked up the drink on the table, took a sip, and said, “Perhaps, the target knows that once he escapes to his motherland, he will definitely be pursued…”

Hearing Natasha Romanoff’s somewhat indifferent answer, Hawkeye felt helpless, rubbed his temples, and asked in a low voice, “If he wasn’t here, where would he be?”

“I don’t know either.” Natasha Romanoff spreads out his hand, saying that he can’t help it.

“The world is so big, it is impossible to find someone aimless to catch a drop of rain falling into the sea!”

“but…”

“But what?”

I saw her looking at the people outside through the glass window of the restaurant, and said: “However, in this way, we can exclude one location and search for the next location.”

Hawkeye nodded, expressing his approval: “In this case, it can only be this way…”

After drinking the drinks in the glass, the two also left the restaurant together.

Half an hour later, the two appeared at the boarding gate of the Capital Airport in Latvinia.

“Please show your boarding pass!”

Facing the smiling airport attendant, Natasha Romanoff passed the boarding pass in his hand.

“I wish you a pleasant journey!”

From the registration card returned, we can see that in the destination column, “China” is printed impressively…