Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

It's still a rainy night, still in front of the heavy wooden door.

Roland had arrived at this place a few hours ago and was squatting somewhere where he could see the wooden door, eating ramen quietly.

"Suck~oh~ Everything about this thing is good, but I can't understand the fact that the more you eat, the more you eat. The soup is gone, but why are there still so many noodles!"

Regarding the small piece of paper that Doctor Doom handed him, the place recorded on it was not actually a remote wilderness. On the contrary, it was in the middle of a busy city. Although it was not the most prosperous street in the city, living in There are also quite a few residents nearby.

Maybe this is called hiding in the city?

I don’t understand, but Roland still prefers clean places.

Squatting here and waiting, of course Roland didn't really have the intention to see who would come through the door. He just... hadn't figured out what to say to open the door.

And, to be honest, Roland didn't even think about what to wear when he appeared.

What a headache.

If you can't figure it out, don't think about it. When Roland deals with these troublesome problems, he always says "leave it to tomorrow" or "let's wait until we have to make a decision."

plan? What is that? Can it be eaten?

"Okay! After eating and drinking... well, I didn't drink any soup. But it doesn't matter, it's still early, maybe I can catch a late night snack.

Okay, then, let the show begin now,"

After burping with satisfaction, Roland put down the noodle bowl in his hand, put the mask on his face, stood up and walked out chicly.

Then he was stopped by the waiter to pay the bill. After politely apologizing, he walked out coolly.

Anyway, there is a mask, and the person who is missing is not mine.

........................

Still in the underground stone chamber.

This time, people on both sides of the long table came early and neatly, but the people at the main seat came late.

Doctor Doom isn't here.

Without the pressure of the big boss, everyone seems to be quite relaxed. However, this does not mean that they will get along peacefully.

There will be verbal friction at a gathering of superheroes, let alone these super criminals.

Being able to control conflicts with words, rather than fists and feet, without seeing blood, is already quite a bit of restraint.

And those who didn't participate in the quarrel were also busy. They either went to cheer for this person or to stir up a few words there. In short, they just wished that the troubles of others were not big enough.

It would be better if we really fight, everyone watching the fun thinks so.

And as time passed bit by bit, the person on the main seat never came, and the people who were quarreling and scolding each other actually became quiet.

They sat in their seats, exchanging glances with others insidiously and cautiously, exchanging information and deceiving each other in silence.

Credit does not exist in this house. Even Doctor Doom never relies on credit, but on absolute force.

He has never been late, and he is even the first to arrive every time, sitting on the stone chair, waiting for people one after another with frightened eyes, but they can only pretend to smile.

It was almost as if he had grown up in that chair.

He...could he be dead?

Although this possibility is low, there is no need to confirm. Everyone must have thought about this issue, and even expected and prayed for it to happen.

They exchanged careful glances again. No one dared to say this openly, and no one dared to leave the meeting early, even if the person who called the party was not present.

However, among everyone here, the one who is most anxious and panicked is probably the tinker.

When Doctor Doom was around, as a villain with almost no combat effectiveness, Tinker's status was almost second only to Doctor Doom.

Because he is a professional and a technical talent, he can help Doctor Doom and upgrade his armor with him, so that the armor has capabilities similar to the Iron Man Mark suit, and can also help other villains. Find out what's missing, upgrade their equipment for them, and kill them hard at the same time.

To be honest, the tinker has already plundered a laboratory's money from these guys.

As for where they got the money from, and how many people died trying to make enough money, he didn't care.

It's not like the people I killed, I'm just a businessman and I always like to do business with bad guys.

However, that was before.

The tinker just likes machinery, likes money, and likes to turn someone's tattered equipment into treasures. He almost never directly participates in crime, and he never thinks about getting himself a suit of armor or anything like that.

Therefore, in terms of combat effectiveness, the tinker has almost zero, worse than a cashier working in a supermarket.

Originally, the reason why he was doing well was because of the imbalance between supply and demand. There were always a lot of people asking for his help, but he would reasonably plan the best solution in different regions, different age groups, and different quality ranges. What suits you best is how to help others.

This leads to a very interesting phenomenon, but it is indeed within his plan, that is, as a person who has no fighting ability but is still surrounded by villains, no matter when, the Tinker always has friends, and there are always people who hope to Help him, there is always someone waiting for him to help or being helped by him to upgrade equipment.

Therefore, invisibly, he always has bodyguards, which means he is always safe.

However, with the intervention of Doctor Doom, a powerful boss, this balance was broken.

Now, let alone this room, let's talk about this huge city, it is completely impossible for the tinker to find the balance like before.

The perfect cycle of "thirty-two credit cards being exchanged and paid back" has broken one link, and the tinker knows exactly what that means.

If there is a problem in one link, there will be a problem in all links.

Let's just say that there are more than ten villains in this room now and they no longer need his help.

At this moment, how did the tinker look, and how did he feel that the eyes of these guys were threatening.

He has never looked forward to the arrival of Doctor Doom, the violent king, as much as he does today.

"Hey, Tinker, why do you seem... so nervous..."

With light blue skin and a mouth full of shark-like teeth, the whole person looks more like a ghost than a human. He is Tombstone, a guy with absolutely no morals and no brains.

"Yes, I just realized that our tinker seems to be sweating a lot."

If one person without a brain speaks first, the rest of the people with brains will dare to speak.

The second guy who made no secret of his malice was the Scythe Death. He wears a dark red pointed cloak every day and carries a huge scythe. He is insane and thinks he is a messenger from hell.

"Perhaps we can have a chat with Lord Tinker today."

Demon slayer. A former senior cult member, he was also a guy with a bad mind. He believed in fate, but he only believed in what he believed in. This may be a bit of a mouthful to say. To put it simply, he thought something was interesting and he should go to it. If you do it, he will say that it is fate, otherwise, it is not fate.