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Chapter 334 Dangerous goods

Dum opened his eyes and looked at Michael who came out behind him blankly.

"how?"

"Valeria, that is someone very special to you." Michael said, "At least it is different from others."

Dum snorted softly: "That's in the past too. I used to have a cowardly side. For a while, I did have this kind of thought - even if there is only Valeria in the world, I will I hope she can understand me."

He paused, and said in a cold almost machine-like tone: "But it is no longer necessary. Now I have completed my transformation, I am complete. Doctor Doom does not need anyone, and Valeria can't Understands me now. She doesn't have to understand. She doesn't even understand, doesn't fit into Latvinia now, she's too good for this country."

After a moment of silence, Michael said, "Just strength and power are enough. Is that what you mean?"

"Yes. Pioneers are always lonely, and only those who can bear such loneliness can stand tall. If the road I have traveled so far in my life has taught me anything, then only this thing ’ Doom narrowed his eyes and gave him a look, “I thought you’d be the only one who understood that.”

"In the past, maybe."

"And now?" Doom asked. "Have you changed your mind?"

Michael closed his eyes lightly, and his figure retreated into the shadows.

".I have no idea."

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The black convoy drove in slowly and stopped outside a brightly lit warehouse.The headlights were not turned off, and a group of guys in smart suits jumped out of the car, surrounded by a man with a mustache, and walked into the warehouse.

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

The man with the mustache walked up to them, looked left and right, and finally put his hands in his pockets, his eyes fell on the two workers.

"Where did the other two go?"

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 loaded the box on the armored transport vehicle. Then maybe they peeked at the contents of the box, and they suddenly went crazy and started killing each other. I shot them twice , and locked him in the car."

The mustache man narrowed his eyes.

"Did you burn the body, or dump the car in the sea?"

The worker hesitated and shook his head: "No."

Behind the mustache, a guy who looked like a bodyguard stepped forward and gave the man a hard fist.

"Then it's very likely that other people will come here because of this, idiot." Mustache cursed in a low voice, and snorted, "They may have seen the things in the box, so they wanted to fight for each other." He looked at that Glancing at the quiet metal box, his eyes became hot, "As far as I know, this one has a powerful force beyond common sense."

The worker fell silent.

Mustache snorted, and finally took out his hand from his pocket.He made a half-circle around the box, his somber expression becoming that of a child looking forward to opening a Christmas present.He slowly and solemnly unlocked the lock, and lifted the heavy metal box cover little by little.The white light immediately turned his face pale, and a steaming white air was blown away from the bottom of the cover.The invisible impact exploded from the box in an instant, passing across the bodies of several people who were close to the box.

The icy chill climbed up the backs of everyone present in a short moment, making their hair stand on end.Mustache's eyes widened, and he subconsciously stepped back a few steps.He blinked, and when he looked at the bodyguard and the two workers beside him again, his eyes full of horror almost popped out of their sockets.

He saw that everyone's face had grown strangely eerie, black streaks running down their temples like some sort of zombie plague.

Fear seemed to be deeply engraved into the depths of his bone marrow in an instant, and the instinctive reaction took over his body.Without thinking about it, he pulled out his gun and yelled at the two workers who raised their hands and pulled the trigger.Blood splashed from the chests of the two people, and the two people's bodies were shaken violently, and they fell on their backs in a pool of blood, lifeless.

Everyone in this team of black suits reacted in the same way, as if they were bewitched when the box was opened.The moment Mustache pulled the trigger, he also pulled the fuse, and everyone present hurriedly drew their guns, scattered and hid in nearby bunkers, and at the same time hurriedly shot at the others.It's just that they are far from professional in playing with guns, and their accuracy is not very good, but now they are even less accurate when they are panicking.The rain of bullets only scratched one or two unlucky ghosts, sparks splashed in the warehouse, and then everyone hid behind the bunker and suppressed each other with firepower.

Outside the skylight of the warehouse, Wanda and Daisy watched the movement of the group of people the whole time, and looked at each other involuntarily in doubt.

This was originally a task mainly focused on surveillance and investigation.Gangster smuggling is certainly not within their jurisdiction, but the gang to which the following people belong happened to be the target of the recent sniping by the guy named "Ghost Rider".The main reason they pay attention to this gang is to find out what kind of connection this gang or its members have with the "Ghost Rider".

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

"What's the situation?" Daisy asked, "Is there really some super treasure hidden in that box that deserves their shooting?"

"God knows." Wanda straightened up and stretched her ten fingers, "But obviously, we can't let them continue killing each other like this - then no one will be able to speak. Let's go."

Without waiting for a response, she jumped out of the skylight, her whole body entwined with crimson fluctuations, and fell vertically into the middle of the bullet rain, countless staggered bullets were bounced away by the red glow surrounding her.Daisy spread her hands, and jumped down immediately.She released a shock wave with her left palm to cushion the landing, and when she raised her right palm, the shock wave sent a person in a black suit hiding behind flying through the bunker, and fainted on the spot.

Two top super agents fight against a bunch of gangsters who have not even received formal shooting training, a battle without any suspense at all.The battle situation was completely controlled almost from the moment they appeared, and the guns and bullets did not pose any threat to them at all. Even if the opponent had an absolute advantage in numbers, it was only a matter of time before the field was completely cleared.

The mustache hid behind the cover and moved while shooting, and unknowingly fled to the warehouse door, oiled the soles of his feet, turned around and ran out desperately.

"Slipped one." Wanda raised a ball of magic power to blow away a group of miscellaneous soldiers, and took the time to say.

"I go."

As Daisy said, she stretched out her hands, and the shock wave pushed her body back and flew out, turning over lightly in mid-air and coming to the door.She rushed out, and the two palms blasted away the two black suits near the gate with shock waves, and chased outside.

She was fast, but still a step late.

Someone got it before her.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The shrill screams like a slaughtered pig made her slow down involuntarily.She ran out of the warehouse, turned around following the back of the mustache, but couldn't help but froze in place.

She can never forget what she saw.

The guy was wearing a black leather jacket, standing on the shore like an imaginary evil spirit, wearing black leather, and wearing black leather boots, holding the mustache in his hand with one hand, like holding a hollow doll .

A white skull is blazing against the background of night.

(End of this chapter)