Chapter 160 Heart Disease

In the meeting room of Doom Industries.

"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 fiercely in front of Reed.

This is the news newspaper of the Bugle Daily in recent days.

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

"Mr. Fantastic, and Invisible Woman."

Doom tapped the conference table with his fingers and questioned Reed, who began to sweat on his forehead.

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

"It's almost there." Reed wiped the cold sweat on his forehead and smiled at Doom who was looking at him.

"The instruments for experimental results are still in the assembly stage. These days, I just helped out by acting as a superhero in my free time."

"Oh?" Doom, who was originally leaning on the back of the chair, showed some doubts on his face. He stood 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", and the purpose of the experiment was to cure diseases and prolong life by simulating cosmic storm particles, right?"

"Yes," Reed opened his mouth, and his face suddenly turned pale.

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

"We used to be 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 prolong life?"

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

"It's because of Ben."

"Ben?" Doom thought about it and asked Reed with some doubt: "Is it the driver in your team of four?"

"Yes." Reed nodded and said with a wry smile: "Because among the few of us, he was the most affected by the cosmic storm, causing his whole body to turn into a stone man."

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

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

"Yes."

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

Reed looked at Doom who suddenly asked the question, and asked him tentatively 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 to Reed bluntly: "Cosmic storms can indeed transform the genetic structure of life, but your current situation has proved that cosmic storms have absolutely nothing to do with curing diseases and prolonging life."

"Especially now that the world is in a mess because of mutants, your cosmic storm research experiment that can turn ordinary people into super-powered people has no benefit to our Doom Industry. Do you understand?"

"No, it's not!" Reed said to Doom in a hurry: "The reason why cosmic storms can cause mutations in people is because the cosmic storm particles are too strong. As long as I adjust the particle range, the experiment will definitely get back on track!"

"What about time?" Doom frowned, and his tone began to become more and more unfriendly.

"Tell me first, how much time and cost will it take for your results to be effective."

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

"So can I think you are giving me a blank 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 you can get research results, you might as well change a new research direction."

"With your brain, wouldn't it be faster to change a more profitable research direction? For example, the energy Ark reactor that Stark Industries is the hottest recently, or the super soldier serum that the military has been looking for us to help copy, these should not be difficult for you, right?"

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

"If you still plan to continue to stubbornly continue this damn cosmic storm research, what awaits you will no longer be my kind advice, but legal sanctions!"

Doom said to Reed half-threateningly.

"." During Doom's words, Reed's face turned blue and purple.

How could he not know that if he changed a research project again, he might have paid off the money in the investment agreement by now.

After all, in Reed's eyes, whether it is Tony Stark's energy arc reactor or the super soldier serum that the military has long coveted, these are just things that can be replicated at will.

But Reed is proud of being a researcher. Rather than stealing the results of others, Reed would rather create or discover a research direction that no one else has ever conducted.

And the research on cosmic storms is also Reed's pride.

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

"Sorry." Reed wiped his face, and he was obviously struggling with his thoughts.

"Please give me some time to think about it, okay?" Reed asked Dum with a pale face.

"Of course." Dum made a gesture of invitation, watching Reed staggering out of the door of the conference room. Although he still had that elegant smile on his face, he was already very happy in his heart.

After so many years, he finally got back.

Since he became an alumnus with Reed in college, Dum has always maintained a competitive relationship with Reed.

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

When the two were in college, they were always on par with each other in terms of study and research.

Until that year.

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

Under his lofty ambitions, Doom did not find that there was a problem with the formula of the instrument he invented.

But this problem was discovered by Reed and told Doom.

At that time, Doom was eager to save his mother, and he was unwilling to believe that his invention would have calculation errors in the formula, so he started the instrument on his own.

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

And Doom himself was expelled from the school because of the explosion of the instrument.

And Reed continued to stay in the school as a celebrity in the school.

Doom did not care about failure, but he cared that his failure had to be reminded by his competitors.

This was 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 the regime.

Even though Doom is now the behind-the-scenes ruler of the small country of Latveria and the leader of Doom Industries, he still feels bad about the incident.

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 good judgment or friendship with his classmates.

It was to wait for an opportunity, an opportunity for Reed to make a mistake.

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

Doom would secretly make Reed's research fail.

What he wanted to see was Reed's appearance like a lost dog.

"But it's not enough."

"Give me a little more chance to make mistakes, so I can see you in a more miserable state, Reed." Doom stood up and walked to the window, looking at Reed's distraught appearance downstairs, and a satisfied smile appeared on his masked face.

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

"It's time to ask this person about hell."

Although it's not Thursday today, the business of the dessert shop, which has already made a name for itself, has become more and more prosperous.

In addition to the netizens who came from the Internet, there are also many repeat customers who linger after trying it once.

Although it is not as grand as the crazy Thursday, there are still many people coming and going.

"Hello, do you need to order?" Gwen, wearing the uniform of the 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 politely receive the guest during work.

And it turns out that when it comes to not involving Reed, Doom is actually a very normal person.

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

"Ahem." Gwen coughed and said awkwardly: "There is also original pure milk."

Originally, desserts with tea or coffee are the best choice, but there is no way. After all, the dessert shop is Gan's home court. It is very good that this little guy can strictly make desserts with just the right taste.

If you want her to accept those bitter coffee or tea drinks, this is absolutely impossible.

"Then have another cup of pure milk." Doom didn't know that there would be such a secret in the dessert shop. Of course, he just asked casually and didn't take it to heart.

"Okay, please wait." Gwen nodded, took the money from Doom, turned around and walked towards the counter.

During this time, Doom began to observe the situation in the dessert shop.

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

But Gwen's words.

Doom shook his head slightly.

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

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

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

"Here is 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 in his arms, raised his head and asked Gwen who was about to continue cleaning.

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

"Others?" Gwen touched her head: "Besides 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 is not here today?"

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

"He is making desserts in the bakery now."

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

"Oh." Doom continued to take out the note given to him by Strange from his pocket: "Well, if you can, please tell him that Strange asked me to find him."

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

That's what I said, how could someone come to the dessert shop wearing a mask in broad daylight.

So it was the friend of the new Supreme Sorcerer?

"Then please wait a moment, I'll go tell the manager." Gwen nodded and walked towards the direction of the bakery.

Not long after, Su Heng walked out of the bakery.

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

"My clerk said that Strange asked you to come to me?" Su Heng smiled at Doom: "Excuse me, what's your name?"

"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?"

"Yes." Doom's face began to become serious.

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