Dum opened his eyes and looked at Michael who was walking out from behind with a blank expression.

how?

Vera, that's someone special to you. Michael said, at least it's different from others.

Dum snorted softly: That's also the past. I used to be... and I still have a cowardly side. For a while, I did have such an idea - even if Virelia is the only one in the world, I hope she can understand me.

He paused and said in a tone that was cold almost like a machine: But it is no longer necessary. Now I have completed the transformation and I am complete. Doctor Doom does not need anyone, Verrea cannot understand me now... She does not need to understand. She cannot even understand and is not suitable for Latovigna today. She is too kind to this country.

After a moment of silence, Michael said: Just strength and power are enough. Is this what it means?

Yes. The pioneers are always lonely, and only by being able to withstand such loneliness can we stand on a high ground. If the road I have walked so far in my life has taught me, then this is the only thing. Dum narrowed his eyes and glanced at him, I thought you would be the only person who could understand this.

In the past, maybe.

So what about now? Doom asked, have you changed your mind?

Michael closed his eyes lightly and retreated into the shadow.

......I have no idea.

pier.

The black convoy slowly drove into and stopped outside a warehouse with lights on. The headlights did not go out, and a group of guys in capable suits jumped out of the car and walked into the warehouse surrounded by a mustache man.

Two men who looked like workers were guarding a sealed metal box and had been waiting here for a long time.

The mustached man walked up to them, looked around for a while, and finally put his hands in his pockets, his eyes on the two workers.

Where are the other two people going?

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 put the box in the armored transport vehicle." Then they might have peeked at the things in the box, and they suddenly went crazy and fought each other. I shot them twice and locked him in the car.

The mustached man narrowed his eyes.

Have you burned the body or threw the car into the sea?

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

A guy with a bodyguard behind the beard walked forward and punched the man hard.

Then others are likely to follow here because of this, idiot. The mustached man cursed and hummed, they might have seen the things in the box, so they wanted to fight each other. He looked at the quiet metal box and his eyes became hot. As far as I know, this has a powerful force beyond common sense.

The worker didn't say anything.

The mustache snorted and finally took out his hand from his pocket. He turned around the box for a half-circle, and his gloomy expression became like a child looking forward to taking a Christmas gift. He slowly and solemnly unbuttoned the lock and lifted the thick metal box lid bit by bit. The white light immediately turned his face pale, and a steaming white air blew away from the bottom of the cover. The invisible impact exploded from the box in an instant, and passed through the people close to the edge of the box.

The cold cold climbed up the backs of everyone present in a short moment, causing their hair to stand up. The mustache widened his eyes and subconsciously took a few steps back. He blinked and looked at the bodyguards and the two workers next to him again, his eyes filled with horror almost jumped out of his eye sockets.

He saw everyone's face become surprisingly gloomy, and black stripes spread along their temples on everyone's face, like some kind of zombie plague.

Fear seemed to be deeply engraved into the depths of his bone marrow in an instant, and his instinctive reaction took over his body. He pulled the gun without thinking and pulled the trigger at the two workers holding hands. The blood splashed up from their chests, making their bodies tremble violently, and they fell on their backs in a pool of blood.

Everyone in this team of black suits had a similar reaction. The moment the box was opened, it seemed as if it was being fooled. The moment the beard pulled the trigger, the fuse also pulled the fuse. Everyone present hurriedly pulled the guns, scattered to the nearby bunkers, and they also hurriedly shot the rest of the people. However, they were far from professional in playing guns, and they were not very accurate. Now they were panicked and there was no accuracy. The rain of bullets only scratched one or two unlucky people, and sparks splashed in the warehouse. Then everyone hid behind the bunker and suppressed each other with firepower.

Outside the warehouse skylight, Wanda and Daisy looked at the movements of the people throughout the whole process and couldn't help but look at each other in confusion.

This was originally just a mission that focused on surveillance and investigation. Of course, gang smuggling is not within their jurisdiction, but the gang that the following people belong to was the target of the guy named Ghost Rider recently. The main reason why they are concerned about this gang is to find out what kind of relationship the gang or members of the Ghost Rider has.

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

What is this? Daisy asked, is there really a super treasure hidden in the box worthy of their shooting on the spot?

God knows. Wanda stood up straight and stretched his fingers, but obviously, we can't let them continue to kill each other like this - then no one can speak. Let's go.

Without waiting for a response, she jumped down from the skylight, and her whole body was surrounded by a blush of red waves and fell vertically into the middle of the bullet rain. Countless interlaced bullets were bounced away in the red light surrounding her. Daisy spread her hands and then jumped down. She released the shock wave downward to cushion the landing, raised her right palm, and the shock wave shook a black suit hiding behind through the cover, fainted on the spot.

Two top super agents fought against a group of gangsters who had not even received orthodox shooting training, and a battle without any suspense at all. Almost from the moment they appeared, the battle situation was completely controlled, and guns and bullets posed no threat to them at all. Even if the other party had an absolute advantage in number, it was only a matter of time before the entire field was completely cleared.

The mustache hid behind the cover and shot while moving. Before he knew it, he had escaped to the warehouse door, applied oil to the soles of his feet, turned around and ran out desperately.

After slipping away, Wanda raised his hand and bombarded a piece of miscellaneous soldiers with magic power, and said with a time.

I'll go.

Daisy said, handing her hands out, and the shaking wave pushed her body backwards, and flew back lightly in the air to the door. She rushed out, and with her hands, she used the shaking wave to blow away the two black suits near the door, and chased them outwards.

She was very fast, but was still one step late.

Someone succeeded before her.

Ahhhh!!!

The shrill scream like a pig killing made her steps slow down involuntarily. She ran out of the warehouse and turned around with the back of the mustache, but couldn't help but be stunned.

She can never forget what she saw.

The guy was wearing a black leather jacket, standing on the shore like an illusory evil spirit, wearing black leather, wearing pitch-black leather boots, and holding the mustache in his hand with one hand, like holding an empty doll.
Chapter completed!