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Al kept beating Dioris on the chest, but Dioris was still like a dead man, looking into the distance with dull eyes, and drool dripping from the corners of his mouth.

"Don't think it will be okay"

"Even if you hide in hell, I will curse you."

Al roared loudly, tears mixed with sweat dripping down, soaking the clothes on Dioris' chest.

"That's enough, Al."

Saitama stretched out his hand and he pulled Al up and away from Dioris.

"let me go"

"He must pay for what he did, the mutants he killed."

As far as Al could see, the rise and fall of Dioris's chest gradually stopped, and as a living creature, his breathing also stagnated.

Dioris died, and he died so easily. The last time he was torn apart by the mad Wolverine, and this time he was injected with an overdose of anesthetic by Al.

No matter which death it was, compared with the things he had done to Wolverine and mutants, it was as easy as a joke.

Such a peaceful departure was not worthy of Dioris' life. He should have died a more tragic and painful death.

No, he didn't deserve to die. Eternal torture was the end he deserved most.

"But he's dead"

"Hold"

"Hold"

"Hold"

Al couldn't control his emotions and grabbed Saitama's shirt and his face uncontrollably.

The serum beneath their feet was burning, as spectacular as a sea of ​​fire.

"What's going on here"

However, just as Al was immersed in grief and anger, a golden portal gradually formed on top of the monster's corpse in the center of the venue, and a middle-aged man in a robe came out from the other end.

It's Doctor Strange. After he restrained Mordo just now, he went to visit the master of the dark dimension, Dormammu, who was trapped in a seal.

Dormammu was sealed by Doctor Strange a few years ago, and the appearance of Mordo meant that the dark energy was resurrecting. Therefore, Doctor Strange, who knew the importance of the incident, his first thought was not to deal with Mordo, nor to deal with it. Instead of dealing with the monster, he went to confirm Dormammu's situation.

"that woman"

"That old woman"

Mordo initially regained consciousness at this time. He pointed his finger at Al and said tremblingly. Mordo wanted to remind Doctor Strange that Al was the one who should be controlled.

And Al just used a cold look to make Modo shut his mouth.

"Why are there so many wounded?"

"Why have all the Avengers fallen?"

Doctor Strange misunderstood Mordo's meaning. He flew towards Al, and a magic line drew a golden thread and wrapped it around Al's waist.

“Ma’am, your waist is already”

"I am afraid"

Dr. Strange diagnosed Al's injuries. You must know that he was a top surgeon before becoming Dr. Strange. After some examinations, Dr. Strange was sure that Al's lower body could not be healed, and if the injuries in his body were not treated, he would be Face life danger.

"I know I can't stand up anymore. It's nothing to do with my old bones."

Al could feel those magical threads invading his body, peeling off all the broken bones in his body to avoid secondary damage.

She wiped the stain on her face and pretended as if nothing happened, like an ordinary old woman, calmly waiting for Doctor Strange to deal with the injury.

As for Katie, whose arm was broken by Dioris, her injuries are much better. According to Dr. Strange's examination, she only needs to connect the bones and fix them for a period of time before she can move normally.

"Saitama, where are you going?"

When Katie was holding back the pain with tears streaming down her face, she saw Saitama who was about to leave the venue.

"Go home and cook. Parker and the others will be hungry when they wake up."

Saitama waved his hand and continued walking outside Madison Square Garden.

When Saitama looked up at the sky this time, the "broken box" that contained Modo was gone.

Looking back now, it should have been a cargo box suspended by an airplane.

In a secret laboratory affiliated with it, there were two people sitting at each end of the conference table.

A handsome young man and an old guy with a cane.

"You failed, Dio."

"I heard that the superiors are very dissatisfied with your action. Not only did you lose Baron Mordo, but it also ruined our team's grand appearance."

The young man put his elbows on the conference table and looked at the old man with disgust.

"Chris, I think you did something wrong."

"Since the organization has created so many Dioris, you must understand that the mistakes of one Dioris do not need to be borne by the next Dioris."

Dioris, the man who had just died in Madison Square Garden, was now sitting at the conference table, talking like a man of power, talking to people from all over the place.

The person sitting opposite him is Chris Furlong, a lucky man who was thrown into the "raft" prison but managed to return to the organization.

"No matter which Dioris you are, you must be responsible. This is what I mean above. Speeding up the progress of the experiment is the best responsibility. I hope you can grasp the kindness of the organization, Dior."

"We resurrected you through cloning technology and replaced you with a second-level Edman metal skeleton. We didn't just let you sit in this laboratory and do nothing."

Chris Foran smiled. He held the table with one hand, stood up, walked to the coffee machine in the conference room, and took a cup of American black coffee without sugar.

"So do I still want to thank you for this kind of thing?"

Dioris stood up suddenly and glared at Chris.

"At least in my opinion, yes, you need to be grateful."

"Otherwise, you won't even have a chance to continue the experiment. You have to know that your pathetic son Zanderris is still doing some cloning in a cheap laboratory."

"If you ask me, compared to that trash, Dio, you are much better."

Chris only took two sips of coffee, then left the coffee on the table, smiled and left the conference room, leaving Dioris alone.

"Damn"

Dioris slapped the table.

"Obviously I am also a loser, yet I still act like I am superior."

Dioris looked at Chris's retreating back and gritted his teeth.

It allowed him to obtain unprecedented resources and even complete various technologies that he could not even imagine before. This was true, but it did not mean that he, Dioris, had to be their lackey.

"One day."

"One day, I will make those guys on the trial bench surrender at my feet."

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