Chapter 1583 I Am, Watson Dialante! King of Dragons!

"'Doctor' you are here again."

Several security guards smiled at each other and joked to Stephen.

Now the security guards don't need to see his face, they can feel the frustration emanating from his body from a long distance, one by one.

"It's Doctor Strange."

Stephen sighed and looked at the security guard. If he had a conceited temper before, he would definitely not say a word.

But now the reality has worn away his edges and corners, and he also knows that the security guards are not malicious, and he needs the information of these security guards very much.

"how are you today?"

The white security guard on the left curled his lips, and said regretfully: "There is still no brother, and there have been no heroes since this morning."

"Still not? How many days has it been? How could this be?"

The black security guard on the right shook his head and said, "We don't know about this. You know that any heroic actions are absolutely confidential, don't you?"

In fact, this is strange to say. Stephen learned before that before his car accident, those superheroes flew around every day and traveled frequently. He even heard Tony fly past their hospital building twice when he was undergoing surgery.

But now?

Since he had a car accident, the Avengers Building seemed to have become a ghost area, no one came out, and no one entered from the sky.

Xunniang stopped pressing the road to drink water, the Quinjet fighter jets stopped landing, and the whole city of New York was quiet.

Couldn't it be a bunch of superheroes and gods hiding from this unlucky ghost?

What is this?

Stephen shook his head, turned around and planned to go back to the open-air cafe to sit down and look at the information in his hand.

These materials were collected for him by the girl, and they contained all the materials that might cure him, medical incidents, ghosts and gods incidents, and so on.

This is Stephen's request. He has gradually gone crazy, and he will not give up even the slightest possibility.

It's just that too many recent failures have made him feel disheartened by the collected information. In comparison, it's better to wait here for heroes or gods to appear.

But today when he was going out, the stack of documents on the table was always attracting his attention.

So he brought it here, anyway, he couldn't keep staring up while waiting, so he looked for opportunities in the cracks.

Finding a corner to sit down, he froze for a moment when he opened the first page of the information.

It says, case.

On the second page, an orange sticky note was pasted on the top, which read: Let me tell you sooner!

Then open, the following is the case details.

It described people who were thought to be more severely or even completely incapacitated than him, and recovered under some kind of treatment.

Stephen, who read this case, stared wide-eyed, as if he had discovered a new world.

But when she gave me this, why didn't she tell me directly, and said something to make me give up?

And the tone reflected on this note is a feeling of'surprise'.

Is she sick.

Stephen couldn't help thinking this, and then hurriedly found the name of this person: Jonathan Pangborn.

Once you find him...

"Who do you need? Dr. Stephen Strange."

Suddenly, a majestic and extremely deep voice appeared in his mind.

The sudden voice startled Stephen, and he quickly looked up to see who was talking to him, but he didn't expect that when he looked up, he found that the surrounding environment had undergone drastic changes!

The surrounding streets were completely empty, the handsome waiter who had just passed in front of him disappeared, and the customers in the coffee shop also disappeared like an illusion.

He checked back and forth, and an extremely terrifying thought emerged in his mind.

He is the only one left in this world! Or rather, he left everyone else!

"Click~click~"

This is, accompanied by the sound of gears fitting in his ears, the ground under his buttocks is extending infinitely!

The coffee table in front of him, the street on the left, the tall building on the right, everything around him is gone.

And the floor tile under his feet actually stretched to the size of a football field in the process!

"Damn it, Shooter, Falk, FK Jesus! What the hell is this!"

Everything in front of him has far exceeded Stephen's imagination of the universe, and now he can't see the magic of magic in his eyes, only endless fear!

Ka~

Suddenly, a crack appeared at his feet, and this crack pierced his heart like a knife, almost causing his heart to stop suddenly, so he quickly lifted his feet up and dared not touch them.

But who knew that as soon as he lifted it up, it was like kicking down the first domino, and the cracks suddenly spread wildly in all directions.

"What the hell is going on, Majestic Falk!"

During Stephen's cursing, the floor tiles the size of a football field became fragmented and began to collapse from the outermost edge.

"No no no no! No! I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to touch him!"

Stephen's eyes widened, and he began to shout heart-piercingly, but this did not affect the speed of the ground collapse in the slightest.

The ground in all directions was collapsing around him, and the place after the collapse was like an abyss of darkness, which undoubtedly aggravated Stephen's fear, but he was surrounded by cracked ground, and he didn't dare to step on it, so he could only crazily twist his buttocks on the chair.

But even so, the ground collapsed to his feet.

"boom!"

The last piece of ground collapsed, and Stephen fell into the abyss with a "whoosh~".

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah------"

The surrounding lights were weird and dazzling, but he had no time to take care of them. Instead, he roared with the loudest voice in his life, and still held the armrests of the chair tightly with both hands.

At first, he didn't notice it because of the adrenaline rush and his brain was completely in the fear of free fall, but after ten seconds, he suddenly felt the heart-piercing pain from the palms of both hands, and he hurriedly let go of the chair due to the pain.

What he experienced now may not be as shocking as when Gu Yi was close in front of him, but he is the only one in the world, and he doesn't know what happened until now, and this kind of unknown fear is even better.

Under the double stimulation, his spirit was almost on the verge of madness.

And at this moment, he heard that deep voice again.

"I feel your heart."

"Inside? I... no, who are you! Stop it! I'm not doing anything, I'm just a..."

"You just expect a doctor who restores your body and takes back everything you once had, don't you?"

As the voice fell, he suddenly felt a force enter his soul, calming his fear, and the grotesque colors around him disappeared, replaced by complete darkness, even the chair under his buttocks disappeared.

"You... who are you?!"

"Me? You have prayed to me so many times, and you still don't know who I am?"

"I am the king of dragons, Watson Dialante."