Clow Card Magician in Marvel

In the conference room of Doom Industry.

"You have been very active since you returned to Earth, Reed." Doom, who was sitting on the main seat, threw the newspaper in his hand in front of Reed.

This is the Daily Bugle's news paper from the last few days.

Among these newspapers, the figures of Reed and Susan in strange uniforms almost occupied most of the headlines.

"Mr. Fantastic, and the Invisible Woman."

Doom tapped the conference table with his fingers and asked Reed, who was sweating on his forehead.

"So have you forgotten that the results you promised me before going into space have not been handed over yet?"

"It's almost there." Reed wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and forced a smile towards Doom who was looking at him.

"As for the instruments related to the experimental results, they are still in the assembly stage. Being a superhero these days is just a matter of helping out in my free time."

"Oh?" Doom, who was leaning on the back of the seat, had some doubts on his face. He straightened up and continued to ask Reed.

"If I remember correctly, the experimental report you gave me was about "the transformation of the genetic structure of life by cosmic storms." The purpose of the experiment was to cure diseases and extend life span by simulating cosmic storm particles, right? "

"Yes" Reid opened his mouth, his face suddenly turned a little pale.

"Reed, have you forgotten something?" Doom asked Reed.

"We were all classmates in the same school."

"So you want to tell me that the cosmic storm simulation degradation device you built in the laboratory can cure diseases and extend life span?"

"I, I can explain." Reed lowered his head and said to Doom in a dry voice.

"It's because of Ben."

"Ben?" Doom thought about it for a moment and asked Reed with some confusion: "Is he the driver in your team of four?"

"Yes." Reed nodded and said with a wry smile: "Because among us, the one who was most affected by the cosmic storm turned his whole body into a stone man."

"Since I took Ben to space, I must be responsible for his incident."

"So, the degradation device you built in the laboratory is for Ben's use?"

"right."

"Reed, do you know why I chose to invest in your project when most companies didn't support you?" Doom suddenly asked Reed.

Reed looked at Doom who suddenly asked questions, and tentatively asked him with some uncertainty in his heart: "Because, you are optimistic about my project?"

"No, because I believe in your character." Doom spread his hands: "Just like you can be responsible for Ben, I believe you will not let me down, right?"

Reed was stunned.

"You have to admit that your project has failed." Doom said bluntly to Reed: "Cosmic storm can indeed transform the genetic structure of life, but your current situation has proven that cosmic storm can definitely cure diseases. It has nothing to do with extending life expectancy."

"Especially now that the world is in turmoil because of mutants, your cosmic storm research experiment that can turn ordinary people into superpowers will not be of any benefit to our Doom Industry. Do you understand? ?”

"No, it's not!" Reed said hurriedly towards Doom: "The reason why the cosmic storm can cause changes in people is because the cosmic storm particles are too strong. As long as I adjust the particle range, the experiment will be sure We'll get back on track!"

"Where's the time?" Doom frowned, and his tone began to become more and more unkind.

"You tell me first, how much time is needed to make your results effective."

"I can't guarantee this." Reed shook his head and continued in a low voice: "But I can guarantee that after I cure Ben with the degradation device, I will try my best to complete the research results."

"So I can assume you're giving me a bad check?" Doom knocked on the table.

"Reed, I don't deny that you are indeed very smart, but sometimes you are too stubborn."

"Instead of wasting time on experiments that you don't know when the research results will be produced, you might as well change a new research direction."

"Based on your brain, wouldn't it be faster to switch to a more profitable research direction? For example, Stark Industries' most popular Energy Ark reactor recently, or the super soldier serum that the military has been looking for us to help replicate. This shouldn’t be difficult for you, right?”

"Don't forget, you are still carrying our investment agreement on your back!"

"If you still plan to continue your stubborn research on this damn cosmic storm, what awaits you will no longer be my kind words and advice, but the sanctions from the law!"

Doom said towards Reed semi-threateningly.

"." As Doom spoke, Reed's face turned blue and purple.

How could he not know that if he had changed his research project, he might have paid off the money from the investment agreement long ago.

After all, in Reed's eyes, whether it's Tony Stark's Energy Ark reactor or the super soldier serum that the military has coveted for a long time, these are just things that can be easily reproduced.

But Reed is proud of being a scientific researcher. Rather than stealing the results of others, Reed is more willing to create or discover a research direction that has never been conducted by others.

The study of cosmic storms is also Reed's pride.

Now Doom's words are completely asking Reed to give up his pride and make him the kind of copyist and plagiarist that he hates most.

"Sorry." Reid wiped his face, obviously having a very difficult ideological struggle in his heart.

"Can you please give me some time to think about it carefully?" Reed asked Doom with a pale face.

"Of course." Doom made a gesture of invitation and looked at Reed staggering out of the conference room door. Although he still maintained the elegant smile on his face, he was already feeling very happy in his heart.

After so many years, we finally made it back.

Doom has maintained a competitive relationship with Reed since they became alumni in college.

Reed has his own pride, and Doom is not without his own pride.

When the two were in university, they were always on par whether it was studying or doing research.

Until that year.

Doom invented an instrument that could communicate with the souls of hell, hoping to take this opportunity to free the soul of his mother who was trapped in hell by Mephisto.

Despite his lofty ideals, Doom did not discover that there was a problem with the formula of the instrument he invented.

But the problem was discovered by Reed and told Doom.

At that time, Doom was eager to save his mother, but he was not willing to believe that his invention would have calculation errors in the formula, so he activated the instrument insistently.

In the end, the instrument exploded and the experiment failed.

Doom himself was kicked out of the school because of the explosion of the instrument.

Reed, on the other hand, continues to stay in the school as a popular figure in the school.

Doom didn't care about failure. What he cared about was that he had to let his competitors remind him of his failure.

This is simply a huge shame for him!

Under the influence of this mentality, Doom began to become more and more extreme.

Of course, it was also from that time that Doom embarked on his path of growth.

From magic, to technology, to money, and finally to political power.

Even though Doom is now the person in charge of the behind-the-scenes power in the small country of Latvinia and is now the leader of Doom Industry, Doum has always been worried about the incident back then.

Doom is not short of money. The reason why he funded Reed's research on cosmic storms when he was isolated and helpless was not because of his insight into people, let alone the friendship between classmates.

But to wait for an opportunity, to wait for Reed to make a mistake.

Even though Reed did not have an accident in space and successfully brought the research results of cosmic storms to Doom.

Nadum will also secretly make Reed's research fail.

What he wanted to see was Reed's current appearance, like a bereaved dog.

"But it's not enough."

"One more chance to make a mistake, let me see you in more embarrassment, Reed." Doom stood up and walked to the window, looking at Reed's lost appearance downstairs, his face covered by a mask. A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"Then, next." After Doom watched Reed's figure disappear from his sight, he took out the note that Strange had given him from his pocket.

"It's time to go ask this guy about hell."

Although today is not Thursday, the business of the dessert shop that has already made a name for itself has begun to become more and more prosperous.

In addition to the netizens who come here because of its reputation, there are also quite a lot of repeat customers who try it once and never come back.

Although it is not as grand as Mad Thursday, there is still a steady stream of people coming and going.

"Hello, do you need to order something?" Gwen, wearing the uniform of a dessert shop, handed the menu in her arms to Doom, who was sitting in the guest area.

Although Gwen was curious about the masked guest in front of her, she was able to suppress her curiosity and receive the guest politely during work.

And it turns out that Doom is actually a very normal person if Reed is not involved.

"A matcha cake, eh." Doom looked at the drinks on the menu and frowned in confusion: "So the drinks in your store only have various sweet milks?"

"Ahem." Gwen coughed and said with some embarrassment, "There is also original pure milk."

Originally, it would be the best choice to pair desserts with tea or coffee, but there is no way. After all, the dessert shop is the home of Gump. It is already very good that this little guy can strictly make desserts with just the right taste.

It is absolutely impossible for her to accept those bitter coffee or tea drinks.

"Then let's have another glass of pure milk." Doom didn't know that the dessert shop had such hidden secrets. Of course, he just asked casually and didn't take it to heart.

"Okay, please wait." Gwen nodded, and after taking the money from Doom, he turned around and walked towards the direction of the counter.

Taking advantage of this moment, Doom began to observe the situation in the dessert shop.

Except for the busy Gwen, there seems to be no one else in the dessert shop who can take care of things except the customers.

But Gwen's words.

Doom shook his head slightly.

Although he could sense that there was a powerful force in Gwen's body, it was definitely not the mysterious magician that Strange said.

"Aren't you here today?" Doom murmured in a low voice with some disappointment.

Just when Doom was disappointed, Gwen brought matcha cake and pure milk.

"Here's your matcha cake, pure milk, and change." Gwen placed the cake, milk, and change on the tray on the table in front of Doom.

"Thank you." Doom put the change into his arms, raised his head and asked Gwen who was about to continue cleaning.

"Little girl, is there anyone else in this store besides you?"

"Others?" Gwen touched her head: "Apart from me, there is only the store manager."

Store manager? !

Doom's eyes lit up and he continued to ask Gwen: "So the manager of this store, isn't he here today?"

"No." Gwen shook her head, pointed in the direction of the baking room in the back kitchen, and explained to Doom.

"He is making desserts in the baking room now."

"So what's the matter? Sir." Gwen asked Doom politely.

"Oh." Doom continued to take out the note that Strange gave him from his pocket: "Well, if possible, please tell him that Strange asked me to come to him. "

"Mr. Strange?" Gwen looked at the mask on Doom's face and suddenly realized.

Let’s just say, why would someone come to a dessert shop wearing a mask in broad daylight?

Was he originally a friend of the new Supreme Mage?

"Then please wait a moment. I'm going to tell the store manager right now." Gwen nodded and walked towards the direction of the baking room.

Not long after, Su Heng's figure walked out of the baking room.

Su Heng walked to Dumu's table and sat on the chair opposite him.

"I heard from my clerk that Strange asked you to come to me?" Su Heng smiled at Doom and said, "Excuse me, what's your surname?"

"Victor von Doom, you can call me Doom." Doom introduced himself to Su Heng.

"Okay, Mr. Doom." Su Heng asked Doom curiously, "So do you need my help with anything?"

"That's right." Doom's face began to become serious.

"I came here to consult you about the entrance to hell."