I Have a Good Impression on Marvel

Tibet.

A place full of magic and secrets.

There are not only the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau known as the "Roof of the World", but also the "Sacred Mountain" Kunlun, which is full of mythological crystallizations of nature.

There are also countless devout believers who come here to express their beliefs to the world with one step at a time.

However, for Viktor von Doum, this is just a place where he has nowhere to go, a temporary shelter...

In other words, here is a choice for him to seek strength.

He had just experienced a big explosion in the laboratory. Although he was lying on the bed covered in bruises and wounds, his face was still covered with layers of bandages.

However, he was still thinking about the brief encounter with his mother in the teleportation device not long ago, and the terrifying figure with horns on its head and red body.

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

strength!

Incredibly powerful force!

Enough power for him to kill that demon and save his mother from its hands! ! !

Thinking of this, he couldn't help stirring in his heart, clenching his fists, and his body gradually began to emit a faint blue light.

Just when the magical energy of his body, along with the change of his emotions, produced an unknown change, the sudden change occurred!

The door to the room he was in was pushed open!

A slightly shocked cry rang in his ear:

"Oh! What is that?!!"

In the extremely simple room, a man wearing a green cloak and a bandage on his face, but with his eyes tightly closed, spread his arms like this, his whole body was glowing with blue light, and he floated quietly in the air. !

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

Such a miraculous and penetrating sight made this old monk, dressed in a yellow cassock and with gray eyebrows, knelt down on his knees, put his hands together, and began to chant a spell of unknown meaning:

"God... pardon... we... will..."

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

What kind of eyes are those?

Determined, wise, crazy, angry...

The conflicting characteristics were all captured by those brown eyes.

And when he saw the monk kneeling on the ground, floating in the air, his eyes narrowed, and he finally said the first sentence:

"I need you to help me with something!"

. . .

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

Holding the steel mask that has not 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 need to be done step by step.

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

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

The bandages were lifted layer by layer, and his true face was slowly revealed...

That hideous face was deeply imprinted in the minds of the surprised monks.

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

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

And these ants will not understand...

Without saying a word, he calmly put the metal mask full of metal texture on his face.

Immediately afterwards, he took the hood of the green cloak,

Put it on, hiding the mask in the shadows.

He stood there silently.

With those eyes, through the mask, he looked at the monks who surrounded him, and his eyes were filled with awe and adoration, and then he announced loudly:

"Starting today, my name is Doctor Doom!"

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

. . . . . .

Located between Hungary, Romania, and Serbia, there is a little-known and little-known small country called Latovonia.

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

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

Although the standard of living is still 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 whole country can be considered thriving.

Despite being in the buffer zone of several surrounding powers, however, war has never happened here.

After all, in this era, the cost of destroying or destroying a country is simply too great...

Today is a sunny day.

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

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

"It seems that the target did not flee directly back to his homeland as we speculated..."

Natasha stroked her long hair, picked up the drink on the table, took a sip, and said, "Maybe, the target himself knows that once he escapes back to the motherland, he will definitely be chased..."

Hearing Natasha's unconcerned answer, Hawkeye felt helpless, rubbed his temple, and asked in a low voice, "If he's not here, where would he be?"

"I don't know either." Natasha spread her hands and said she had no choice.

"The world is so big, to find someone who is aimless is like catching a drop of rain falling into the sea. It's impossible!"

"but…"

"But what?"

I saw her looking at the people outside through the glass window of the restaurant, and said, "However, 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 like this..."

After the two finished their drinks, they also left the restaurant together.

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

"Show your boarding pass!"

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

"I wish you a pleasant trip!"

From the returned registration card, we can see that "China" is printed in the destination column...