I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

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 and bandages on his face.

　　 However, he is still thinking about it. Not long ago, in the teleportation device, he had a brief meeting with his mother, and the scary figure with horns on his head and red all over.

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

strength!

　　 An extremely powerful force!

　　 The power that is enough for him to kill the demon and rescue his mother from its hands! ! !

　　 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 cry sounded 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 this elderly monk with white eyebrows dressed in a yellow cassock, kneeling on the ground with his hands folded, and began to recite an inexplicable mantra:

　　 "God... forgive me... 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 are all captured by those brown eyes.

　　 And 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 Dumm looked at a steel mask that was taken out by a group of monks from the hot forge, his eyes only had the word "calm".

　　 held the steel mask that hadn't completely cooled down in his hand. In his heart, there was only one choice:

　　 put it on!

　　 He knows that to eat one bite at a time and do things, one has to do things step by step.

　　 And the first step is to hide his face 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 astonishment in the minds of monks.

　　 He didn't care how annoying these people's reactions and eyes were.

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

　　 And these ants don’t understand...

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

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

　　 He stood there quietly.

　　 used those eyes and looked through the mask to look at the monks who surrounded him, and his eyes were filled with awe and worship, and then announced loudly:

　　 "From today, my name is DoctorDoom!"

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

　　. . . . . .

　　 Located between Hungary, Romania, and Serbia, there is a small, unknown country called 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.

　　Latovinia’s main industry is to use the people’s labor force to help several 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 big countries, 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.

　　The capital of Latvinia, in a very famous restaurant, Clint Barton wearing a black jacket is talking to the red-haired woman sitting opposite ~www.NovelMTL.com~:

　　 "Natasha, we have been here for almost a week, and we have searched almost every corner of the country, but there is no clue."

　　 "It seems that the target did not directly escape back to his home country as we speculated..."

　　 Natasha 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 the motherland, he will definitely be pursued..."

　　 Hearing Natasha'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 opened her hand, saying that she could not help it.

　　 "The world is so big, and 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 situation, it can only be this way..."

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

　　 After half an hour, the two appeared at the boarding gate of the Capital Airport in Latvinia.

　　 "Please show your boarding pass!"

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

"I wish you a pleasant journey!"

　　From the registration card returned, it can be seen that in the destination column, "China" is printed impressively...