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Chapter 267 Latvinia

Latvinia, a barren town.

The ragged boy was stumbled into the garbage dump, and rolled into the street with a foul smell.Several men in guard uniform surrounded him.One of them grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, then slammed him to the ground.The soldiers hoisted their long rifles and kicked the boy hard over and over with their mud-stained boots.

The child's body curled up into a ball.He fended off most of the blows with his arms and knees, but his internal organs still seemed to have been kicked out of place.At first his internal organs were burning with pain, but soon it seemed to be less painful.

This is a child who only looks like a teenager. He was beaten by several soldiers on the path paved with bluestone.Maybe he was a gypsy boy, maybe his family was in debt to some powerful man, but no one cared why.Stuff like this happens almost every day in Latvinia, without anything worth mentioning.People passing by saw it, but they would just make a detour, look away and pretend not to see it.

But today is unusual.

A soldier was kicking vigorously, and the palm of the black leather glove suddenly pressed on his shoulder without warning.The soldier didn't even have time to realize what happened, he was pulled back with great force, and then he was kicked on the chest by a powerful roundabout kick, and his body flew out as if struck by lightning, flying all the way After walking more than half a street, he rolled all the way to the intersection at the corner of the street, lying there like a dead pig.

All the soldiers stopped their movements, and the passers-by at the intersection also stopped and looked over curiously.

In what age, there are still people who dare to meddle in the military's affairs?
What appeared there was a handsome man, wearing a high-quality black overcoat and leather gloves, his firm face was as indifferent as a knife, and his eyes were as cold as a black ice cave.

The leading guard narrowed his eyes.

"Nosy?" The guard came up with an interested expression and looked the man up and down.He's not angry, or rather, he finds it more novel than angry.

Since many years ago, they have worked for the baron, the highest status in this country, when the baron's army has been rampant throughout Latvinia.Now that the baron has received the support of other governments, he eliminated all political enemies in one fell swoop and directly sat on the throne of Latvinia, which made them even more unscrupulous.

No one dared to stand in front of them for so many years, and this man was the first.

"Interesting, you must be a foreigner, right?" The head of the guard forced a smile, and his subordinates quickly surrounded the man without an order.They were gearing up one by one, as if seeing a rare prey.

Such a prey is more exciting to them than bullying a defenseless child.

The man raised his eyelids and glanced at them indifferently.

The whole process seems to happen in a split second.

No one saw clearly how it happened, but everyone saw the bloody result.A guard was hit by something and flew upside down, shot through the stone wall and flew into a house on the side of the street; a guard was suddenly covered in blood, and three people appeared from head to toe at the same time. Forty wounds that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and blood arrows flew.And the head of the guard—the worst one among the few—was burned to ashes by the strange green flames in the heart-piercing howl, and there was not even a hem thread left. The number echoed throughout the street for a long time.

Everyone present was terrified.

Even in Latvinia, such scenes are not seen every day.

In fact, it was the first time they had seen such a tragedy.

The man stood there calmly, put his hands back into his coat pockets after he was done, turned around indifferently, and didn't even bother to look at the dying child on the ground, as if he had just done something trivial.He walked away slowly under the sluggish eyes of everyone, and his back suddenly seemed as huge as a mountain, leaving behind a cold and boundless majesty.

This person is simply the God of Death himself!
Michael leaned against the wall of a bungalow across the street, watching all this happen indifferently.Until Victor von Doom walked back towards him unhurriedly after he was done.

"Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to save that brat on a whim." Doom explained without waiting for him to speak, "It's just that those idiots are upset."

While walking side by side with him on the streets of the town, Michael asked faintly, "Reminds you of yourself when you were a child?"

He knew that Doom was born in a gypsy family in Latvinia, and had lived a life of being chased by the baron's army since he was a child.If it weren't for those hideous soldiers, his mother would not have been forced to use the power of demons to end up like this.If it weren't for these soldiers, his father wouldn't have been frozen to death in the snow-capped mountains to protect him.

Dum snorted heavily: "I've never compared myself to anyone here. I'm completely different from them. The people who live here are numb, dull, and lifeless, and it's almost worthless to me. Different from a swarm of noisy mosquitoes."

He glanced sideways at Michael.

"In fact, most human beings are pretty much the same," he said. "Recently, I feel more and more that it must be a rare miracle in the world that people like you and me are born from mortal wombs."

"We're all human, Victor." Michael said flatly. "We've traveled farther and seen more than others, but that doesn't change who we are."

"Maybe."

Doom obviously disagreed with this, but he did not continue to tangle with this topic.

"What I did was not just revenge, it was a warning."

As Dum spoke, he led the way and turned a few turns before turning into a deserted industrial area.

"This is a warning to my enemies, to let some idiot who spends his days hiding in his castle enjoying himself know that his days are coming to an end."

He walked through the alley and came to a warehouse with a closed door.Standing in front of the door were two tall and thick locals, all muscular and holding semi-automatic rifles, with a "very hard to mess with" appearance.

Two gatekeepers stopped them.

"What's the matter?" One of them raised the gun in his hand intentionally or unintentionally when he asked aloud, as if it would increase his aura.

"I have an appointment." Doom said coldly. "Send a word to your boss that Dr. Von Doom wants to see him."

The two looked at him for a while, put down their guns, and pointed inside with gestures.

"Come in." One said, "The boss is waiting for you inside."

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(End of this chapter)