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.

This guy's mental state is quite unstable. He often goes to the church to confess suddenly, hugs the homeless man and cries. Then when he turns the corner and sees a little girl selling flowers on the street, he calls her a devil and starts killing people.

He was the one person the Tinker hated the most.

"Why don't we take action now and kill him."

Another madman, the screamer.

This guy's madness is one of the best in this room full of madmen. He is the only freak who was not "invited" by Doctor Doom, but took the initiative to come from the Big Apple to join. His ability is to cause painful and terrifying hallucinations in his enemies through screaming, but he cannot control the formation and content of the hallucinations, and...

He himself will also be affected by hallucinations to a certain extent, so he... is indeed mentally ill.

……

Without the suppression of Doctor Doom, several villains suddenly lost control after carefully starting to speak their true thoughts. They are becoming more and more crazy and dangerous. The whole room is like a huge powder keg, which may explode at any time due to a little friction.

The tinker believed that if the explosion occurred, he would be the first to be killed.

What should I do, what should I do? Doctor Doom, where did you die? Why not...

stomping on...

At this time, a not very clear, weak but real sound spread to everyone's ears very rhythmically from far to near.

It was the sound of someone walking down the stone slabs from one of the passages in the stone chamber.

After this weak voice sounded, these lunatics who had been noisy just now instantly restrained their minds and became quiet.

Who hasn't arrived yet, and that chair is empty.

The main seat, the seat of Doctor Doom.

The tinker even saw someone sweating profusely.

really.

If you want to suppress this group of terrible lunatics, you need a more terrible person.

Luckily, Doctor Doom is that man.

"Oh, it's very lively. What are you talking about?"

Walking to the entrance of the passage, the figure stood still and stopped moving forward, shrouded in a layer of shadow.

The silence in the air could be heard. Everyone held their breath and did not dare to make any sound.

Doctor Doom is a moody person, or in other words, Doctor Doom is a person who is strong enough to be unreasonable and not act according to the rules.

Don't ever think that you have any means or advantages to take advantage of him. The predecessors have left enough valuable experience for them at the cost of death.

Doctor Doom needs you, but he doesn't completely need you. If he wanted to, he could fill any role for anyone.

That's the scary thing about that guy.

Therefore, when his footsteps sounded again and they felt the increasing pressure, everyone present suddenly realized in horror that they had never heard such footsteps before because this was the first time that this man was late. .

"You've just……"

A head wearing an iron mask suddenly appeared on the shoulder and neck of the tombstone. He slowly tilted his head, looked into his eyes and said: "...Have you ever mentioned me? You miss me very much, or you blame me very much. me."

Tombstone's sweat flowed from his eyes, and his body was shaking like chaff.

He was a melee fighter. When he was defeated by Doctor Doom with his fists and kicks, he only felt how powerful he was and then fainted. Fear was something he had only heard about from others but had never really faced directly.

Now, he felt it.

What others say about bitcode is too scary!

"I, I didn't... I won't, it's not... I..."

"What's your name? Can you introduce yourself?"

I was sweating more and my legs were shaking.

"Tomb, tombstone..."

"what……"

Behind him, a hand patted his head and gently used his fingers to comb his messy hair. Doctor Doom's voice continued to reach his ears from behind him.

"Tombstone, Tombstone, it's a good name, it's a good name. I like it. You must like it too, right? Cross? Or something squarer? How about dark blue, the same color as your hair?"

Tombstone wished he didn't understand what he said, but he did.

He opened his mouth tremblingly, wanting to beg for mercy or say something, but he couldn't say a word.

"What about you? What's your name? You miss me too, right?"

The voice moved a little further, to his side and behind.

Taking a peek, Doctor Doom put his head on someone else's shoulder again, with an intimate gesture and a gentle tone.

That guy was shaking faster than him.

"I-I am...the sickle god of death..."

"Ah, the sickle, I like it. Did you just want to chop this thing on my neck, like this? Or this?"

Death the Scythe was one of the first people in this room to be "recruited", probably because his abilities were related to hell, and Doctor Doom was particularly interested in him.

Therefore, he was also the one who came into contact with Doctor Doom the most first and faced his fears the most frequently.

but……

Something is wrong with Doctor Doom today! Why does it seem even scarier!

Although the original Doctor Doom has always seemed like a cold machine with no emotions and unprecedented rationality, he is still a follower of human rules, and today he...

Seems crazy!
Crazy doctor!
Looking at Dr. Doom, who put his head on the table, exposed the back of his neck, and made gestures on his neck with a sickle, the sickle of death felt as if it was his own neck, and he was talking about a way to die.

The Scythe Death even had some kind of phantom pain, and his neck really hurt...

"Your cervical spine is very healthy. If you cut it, the blade might break into pieces. Do you think that will happen?"

Doctor Doom took away the hand on the back of Death's scythe, smiled, carried his scythe, walked to the next person, lay on his shoulder, leaned forward hard, and put his face in front of him , the masks are attached to people's noses, eyeballs to eyeballs.

"You... look so familiar..."

"I, I can't... I'm from the Big Apple..."

"Ah...~~"

He made a long note, retracted his head a little, and nodded slowly: "The Big Apple City...hehe, hehehe...hahahahahaha!"

As if he had heard some funny joke, Doctor Doom laughed excitedly and excitedly, until he bent over and slapped his thighs wildly.

Some of the people here wanted to laugh along, but they didn't dare. Some people couldn't hold it back and wanted to cry, but they didn't dare.

Everyone had different expressions, but without exception they were in pain.

At the same time, they all had the same idea in their hearts.

I'm afraid someone will die today, but I don't know who it is.

Never...

Let's all die here...

(End of this chapter)