Chapter 085 – Emergency Contact: Who Should I Put? Arrival at the Military Base, Energon King Kong Unlocking
The first step to unlocking Energon King Kong is to pick a target. Back in his room with the door shut, Zhou Mopulled out his phone, then paused and looked up at the ceiling. "Friday, I know you're watching me."
Friday's voice sounded: "Sir, you can shut me down."
The corner of his mouth curled. Zhou Mo chuckled, "No, you won't remember me." With a thought, he morphed into Shapeshifter; the creature's finger bored into the phone, forcibly turning it black-and-green.
While leaning on the handset, he slipped through the web into the U.S. Department of Defense network; at the same time, via Wi-Fi, he seized full control of Friday.
In the blink of an eye—literally two blinks—he had what he needed, wiped every trace of himself from Friday, and reverted from Shapeshifter. Seconds later, Fridayrebooted.
"Friday, I know you're watching me." Head lowered, fiddling with the phone as he walked to the bed, Zhou Morepeated the line—only now his tone was casual, absent-minded.
Friday, having forgotten she'd already said it, echoed, "Sir, you can shut me down."
"Then shut down." Propped against the headboard at nearly ninety degrees, Zhou Mo pulled the blanket over himself.
"Very well, sir." The blue light in the ceiling fixture vanished; Friday fell silent.
Zhou Mo's fingers still danced across the phone. Nukes were no joke; he had to be careful. After weighing options, the desert Base in New Mexico still felt best—remote, almost uninhabited.
If anything went wrong, innocents wouldn't be caught in the blast. He wasn't a saint, but given a choice, better no casualties.
"Definitely can't use my own face." Fingers pausing, he scanned the plan for holes. "Right, I'll need a Facial Mask—easy for Shapeshifter."
"Oh, right!" Recalling movie scenes, he smacked his forehead; he'd nearly forgotten the key part: "Getting around the Base needs an Access Badge."
Again, no problem—encode his data and fabricate a matching card.
He set the format and began typing in his details. Just then—click—the door burst open. Zhou Mo looked up, ready to scold the intruder, and found Natasha, her face frantic.
"Wanda's fading fast!"
"What?!" His heart sinking, Zhou Mo snapped, "What happened?"
Natasha hesitated, unable to explain, and simply stepped aside. "It's complicated—come see!"
Worry drove him after her. Wanda had been fine that morning—how could she crash so suddenly? Dormammu? No, when the darkness poured out at noon there'd been no side-effects.
Following Natasha into the mansion's private ward, he saw Wanda on the bed—lips cracked, face drained of color, exactly as Natasha said.
Several Doctors stood by, heads bowed in shame, powerless.
Spotting Zhou Mo, Wanda forced a faint smile. His voice dropped. "Tell me—what happened?"
The tone made the Doctors feel he might kill them. One still answered, "Sir, you know she gives off black mist. That's the backlash."
He glanced at Wanda and sighed, "The mist has sapped all her life-force."
Zhou Mo's eyes narrowed—Dormammu again! Yet he himself had been possessed; Dormammu had tried many times to break free through him. Was it because he often shifted into Wild Demon Vine and gained healing? Or did Dormammu simply not care if Wanda died?
He pinched his brow; no answer came. Suppressing rage at Dormammu, he asked, "Can she be saved?"
The Doctors stared, then lowered their heads in silence. They wanted to say the clichéd line—"Sorry, we did all we could"—but…
This wasn't about effort; they simply had no clue. They didn't even know what the black mist was, let alone how to treat it. Instruments only told them the girl was dying.
Zhou Mo waved them out. "All right—leave us."
"What do we do?" Natasha's gaze swung from Wandaback to Zhou Mo, worry undisguised.
Lowering his hand, Zhou Mo looked at Wanda; Wandagazed back with tear-brimmed eyes, on the verge of crying.
After a moment's thought Zhou Mo sat down, took her small hand, and whispered, "Give me two days. In two days I promise you'll be fine."
Fighting back tears, Wanda nodded and gave a soft "Mm."
She'd thought she wasn't afraid of death, but with the God of Death inside her and life slipping away, the girl still reddened. For someone her age, it was simply too cruel.
Gently brushing the stray bangs from Wanda's forehead, Zhou Mo asked with a smile, "Did you try to break that black aura on your own?"
At the question Wanda looked like a child caught misbehaving; she pressed her lips and softly murmured, "Mm."
"Why?"
Wanda lowered her head, her voice dropping. "Because I wanted to help you."
Zhou Mo froze; the outcome matched his guess—Dormammu dropped by now and then, though thankfully never twice in one day.
At the same time he recalled being trapped with Wandain that dark space; back then Mordo had clearly said Dormammu's goal was to possess Zhou Mo.
Hiss… so it seemed Wanda, realizing the dark aura inside her was ultimately aimed at Zhou Mo, had used her magic to seek out Dormammu and tried to wipe him out?
Zhou Mo didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Being a superhero isn't like this, he thought. Dormammu—something you can handle right now?
"All right, it'll be fine." He patted her hand gently, comforting her.
Wanda sniffed and softly murmured "Mm" again.
He couldn't wait any longer; Zhou Mo stood and headed for his room.
"How are you going to save her?" Following him out of the ward, Natasha called after his retreating figure.
No answer came; Natasha only felt his silhouette turn colder.
Right now Zhou Mo's fury blazed. What to do? Kill Dormammu, of course! The instant Energon King Kongunlocked, Dormammu would be the first to die—torn limb from limb, made to taste ultimate agony!
Never had his desire to grow stronger burned so fiercely. After the mark vanished he'd taken things as they came—unlock when met, otherwise leave it. Now he saw that wouldn't do.
When danger struck, big shots like Odin and the Ancient One sat back; guardians of World peace cared nothing for a nobody's life. Without strength he'd already have died twice.
Now the disgusting Dormammu targeted those around him—without growing stronger there was no way out!
Without delay, back in his room he began forging a military-Base ID; name, age, and the rest rolled off his tongue—he could invent hundreds without effort.
But when he reached one line he froze: "Emergency contact?"
Below that field ran small print: Someone who can take responsibility for your life should anything happen to you.
His parents came to mind, but they were gone—and even if alive, not in the Marvel Universe. Who could he list?
He stared at the blank a long while.
Late at night Zhou Mo slipped out of Avengers Tower; deep in an empty wood Flash Star carried over equipment, Shapeshifter assembled it, and a human-face mask printed out, followed by the military-Base ID card.
With everything done and the machines returned, he fixed on New Mexico and vanished into the night... "Tony, you had Friday call me—what's up?"
Steve's voice came through Stark's phone; Stark said "Nothing" and hung up.
The order to engage Ronan's fleet had gone to Friday; now the crisis was past, Stark naturally flipped in guilty denial.
Unable to sleep, Stark carried a bottle and two glasses to Zhou Mo's door. No answer after several knocks; pushing it open he found the room empty.
"Where is he?" Stark glanced outside; Friday replied "Unknown," and Stark chuckled, a random thought surfacing: "Don't tell me the kid's off fighting crime with Spider-Man?"
With no answer he stopped wondering and returned to his own room.
"Oh, right, Friday—if New York City... no, if anywhere in the World faces a major threat, let me know."
"I'm a superhero too." He took a long swig, steps already unsteady with drink.
Friday answered "Understood." Once Stark was inside it deployed satellites to search for Zhou Mo—and, unsurprisingly, found nothing.
By then the perfectly disguised Zhou Mo had become someone else entirely, swaggering straight toward the military-Base gate.
Chapter 86: Nuke Launch! Zhou Mo: For Victory, Open Fire on Me!!!
In the night, a guard with a gun saw a silhouette approaching from the darkness, instinctively raised his barrel to aim, then cautiously observed for two seconds; when he realized the newcomer was a white man, his vigilance halved and his finger on the trigger finally relaxed.
If the newcomer had been a Black man... he probably would have emptied his magazine on the spot!
Zhou Mo gave him a cold glance, pulled out his ID card and said, "Is this the attitude you guards take on duty?"
Another guard in the access room swiped the card to verify its authenticity, compared the photo on the card with the disguised Zhou Mo, was startled awake, handed over his ID and saluted straight, "Sorry, Officer! It's late and I'm a bit drowsy!"
Zhou Mo slipped the ID into his chest pocket, smiled and nodded, teasing, "I understand, the nation's assets don't really concern you; it's just a job."
The guard laughed with relief, thinking to himself that indeed, in this private‑ownership economy, national assets have little to do with him.
The checkpoint guard, cautiously, said, "Sir, I've never seen you before, you're here because..."
"Security check." Zhou Mo placed his hands behind his back and adopted a stern posture.
His aura seemed to intimidate the two guards; they exchanged a glance and obediently opened the door. He thought, no wonder his Rank is so high—he must be a prosecutor sent from headquarters.
The iron gate was as tall as the surrounding wall, about ten meters high, topped with barbed wire, and intermittent high‑power searchlights swept the darkness, creating an atmosphere that matched the guard's strict vigilance.
Suppressing his nerves, Zhou Mo in his uniform stepped forward, and a guard, watching him, exclaimed enviously, "Sir, I really envy you—there's no scent on you at all."
Zhou Mo gave a lazy response to that remark and headed straight for the Main Building.
Thanks to his skin‑tone advantage and the White Personface mask, Zhou Mo looked indistinguishable from a Caucasian. As an East Asian, he also lacked the typical body odor many white people have. In a way, the guard's envy made sense; the regular purchase of deodorant is not a trivial expense.
Just as Zhou Mo was less than five meters in, the Base's alarm blared, red lights flashed! Instinctively, Zhou Mofroze in place.
What's happening? Did I expose myself the moment I entered? That can't be right.
He imagined how a military Officer would react, turned and briskly walked toward the guards, shouting, "What's the situation? You idiots, tell me what's going on now!"
The guard, hurriedly answering the phone, cleared his throat and said, "Sorry, Officer, we've detected an intruder!"
"Damn it! I really want to kick your asses with my boots! You must be held accountable for your half‑hearted attitude!"
"Now! Lock down the Base! No one leaves without my order!"
"Yes!"
Having issued the command, Zhou Mo, as a senior Officershould, sprinted toward the Main Building.
Hmph, this level of lockdown won't affect me.
But who is the intruder? He slowed his pace, furrowing his brows. What a coincidence—inside the military Base, besides himself, there's another intruder?
Chaos erupted inside the Main Building; armed soldiers rushed out, searching for the intruder. By now Zhou Mohad pinned his ID to his left chest; the passing soldiers only glanced at his badge and didn't slow their steps.
With his hands still behind his back, Zhou Mo couldn't help but remark that the Base's security and the intruder were a two‑way chase— even a cursory search of this unfamiliar face would at least earn a Second‑Class Merit.
He added mentally, if the U.S. Military also awarded Second‑Class Merits…
Putting those thoughts aside, he casually slipped his hands into his pockets, felt the USB Drive, and, seeing no one around, headed straight for the weapons control room.
That's also why he had to infiltrate: the Nuke system here is completely isolated! Shapeshifters can breach anything, but not the missile itself, because there's no "road" connecting to it.
For safety, launching a Nuke doesn't require 21st‑century high‑tech, just a turn‑of‑the‑century key—two of them, actually.
"Just like in the movies," he thought, following his mental map to a room in the Underground Room: "All I need now is to plug the USB into any computer linked to the missile system."
"Just sweet‑talk the other staff inside a bit, then slip the USB in."
The USB contains a virus co‑created by Little Soldier and the Shapeshifter; for Zhou Mo, any defense is a one‑way transparent barrier.
"Heh, not that hard. Guess that's the protagonist's aura at work," he smiled, pushing the door open.
The room's layout matched his expectation: rows of desks with computer screens, a large central screen broadcasting Base surveillance and World affairs. The sudden door‑slam in the silence instantly drew everyone's attention.
When they turned to look, Zhou Mo saw clearly that these people wore fear on their faces and held up their hands. He laughed at the sight—this is literally a protagonist script!
"Don't move." The next second, a black muzzle pointed a gun at Zhou Mo's temple.
Using abilities would expose his identity, so he obediently raised his hands. Thinking of a movie scene, he boldly looked at the shooter's face, felt a sudden shock, then blinked blankly.
That white villain in Wolf War 2, what's his name in Marvel again?
Oh right, The Punisher! Zhou Mo realized, so the other intruder must be him.
The Punisher, like Zhou Mo, wore some unknown military uniform, stared straight at him with a grim, terrifying expression: "You're all heroes. I won't kill good people. If you don't resist, trust me, you'll be fine."
Seeing him, Zhou Mo pretended to be scared and gave a nod.
That sudden show of weakness instantly eased the tension, and The Punisher swung his gun, pointing it toward the group and calmly said, "Go, stay with them, don't make a sound, and keep your hands visible to me."
"Alright." Zhou Mo agreed, thinking this was the perfect chance to slip in a USB Drive.
As he walked searching for a suitable computer, just a few steps later his head was again pressed by the gun's muzzle, forcing him to grit his teeth and say, "I've never hated anyone pointing a gun at my head more than this in my life!"
"Sorry, but I need a hostage." The Punisher's voice remained as calm as ever; through the Large Screen he could see several squads of soldiers sprinting toward them. It was easy to imagine that among these people someone had already blown the whistle.
Standing in front of Zhou Mo, The Punisher pointed his gun at the door and said, "Come with me, take me to the Heavy Weapons here."
Remembering that a Backup Command Room was beside the heavy‑weapon cache, Zhou Mo nodded in agreement. For a USB Drive, as long as there's a "path," even a thin crack, it can slip right in.
Before leaving, recalling the melodramatic movie judgment, Zhou Mo reluctantly said goodbye to the staff with a lingering glance: "The Republic won't forget you!"
The generous, righteous spirit moved the staff's hearts; just as tears of gratitude were about to fall, they suddenly realized, something was off!
What Republic? We're the United Nations, damn it!
...The security guarding the Heavy Weapons was clearly a tier above the security protecting the tech staff. Zhou Moled The Punisher along the map, and just before the final point a massive Iron Door blocked their way.
For Zhou Mo, an unarmed Officer, The Punisher had lowered his guard a bit, realizing this guy wasn't his match. At the password lock beside the door, The Punisher turned to Zhou Mo, his tone hesitant, "Do you know the code?"
The guy's Rank is high, so he should know many secrets, but this involves numerous Heavy Weapons and is state classified; even he isn't sure.
"Of course!" Zhou Mo walked forward confidently, his expression showing his displeasure at The Punisher's doubt: "I'm a computer expert!"
Without further ado, under The Punisher's watchful gaze, Zhou Mo typed: 123456.
The lock immediately flashed red, and the remaining attempts dropped from three to two. The Punisher stared, stunned: 123456? A national‑level secret password couldn't possibly be 123456!
"Hmm." Noticing that too, Zhou Mo nodded, muttering seriously, "Looks like that's not it."
The Punisher couldn't hold back his inner curse, thinking, "It's definitely not that!"
"Then it should be 070720." Zhou Mo typed again, "It's my birthday, my phone, my bank card, QQ— all my passwords are that."
Predictably, the lock flashed red again.
The Punisher's eyes went blank! "Your birthday? Are you the President's son? Using your birthday as a state secret password?!"
He glanced up and down at Zhou Mo, a middle‑aged white man, and raised an eyebrow: "Is that from '07?"
The password was wrong again. Zhou Mo crossed his arms, rubbed his chin, and stared at the lock, pondering, "Ugh, this shouldn't happen. Why are both attempts wrong?"
The Punisher massaged his temples, thinking, "If this were true, something's terribly off! He's just buying time!"
What should I do next? Kill him and clash with the arriving troops? The Punisher thought that wasn't a good idea; his goal was to blow the criminal up, not the soldiers.
Lost in thought, The Punisher then saw Zhou Moconfidently enter another string of numbers: "It must be 158331, the start of my phone number! That's what my phone lock used!"
The Punisher closed his eyes, utterly powerless to retort. He wanted to ask, "Are you kidding? A national secret password can't be 123456, nor a birthday, nor the start of your phone number!"
Glancing at The Punisher's distracted stare, Zhou Moquietly slipped the USB Drive into the lock.
The Punisher, still grimacing, whispered calmly, "If the state secret password is the start of your phone number, then my true identity is Spider-Man."
"Click." The moment the word left his mouth, the Iron Door swung open.
The Punisher: "???"
Zhou Mo stepped aside, made a "please" gesture, and said, "Spider-Man, sir, please." Taking the chance, his other hand retrieved the USB Drive.
The Punisher: "..."
Staring at Zhou Mo, The Punisher wondered, "If the secret password is either my birthday or the start of my number, and it actually worked… what on earth is this guy's background?!"
The warehouse door opened; The Punisher went inside to pick weapons suitable for bombing the Terrorists, while Zhou Mo, unnoticed, inserted the USB Drive.
Hearing footsteps drawing nearer, Zhou Mo, intent on escaping, climbed aboard the Bomber with The Punisher.
Unsure why Zhou Mo sat in the co‑pilot seat, The Punisher stayed on edge, but there wasn't enough time; the newly opened Iron Door forced him to pilot the Bomber's take‑off.
The fully loaded Bomber burst out of the Base, and The Punisher warned, "They'll be on our tail soon; the next stretch won't be easy."
At that moment, Zhou Mo pulled out a walkie‑talkie and shouted, "For victory! Open fire on me!"
The implanted virus awakened by his words launched an intercontinental missile carrying a nuclear warhead!
The Bomber was still linked to the Base's network, and The Punisher saw this and exclaimed, "???"
What on earth is this guy's true identity?
Even if we were to let him die a heroic death, there's no need to unleash a nuclear bomb… right?!
Chapter 087 One of the three phantasmal gods, Energon King Kong, Unlocked Successfully! Eat my Energon Burst!
The thirty-meter-tall behemoth ignited and started, spraying scorching flames from the underground launch pad, and went straight into the sky.
The person in charge of the Military who had rushed over was comforting the technicians along with the soldiers, and then they heard the shocking news! Their intercontinental missile had been inexplicably launched?!
The emergency situation had exceeded everyone's imagination. No one cared about the bomber being stolen, and everyone was dumbfounded! This thing, one shot of it could start a World War! How the hell was it inexplicably launched??!
...This is also what The Punisher wanted to ask. No matter how he thought about it, there was no need to use a Nuke! What the hell is going on?!
At this moment, the always calm The Punisher also directly lost his composure, shaking his head back and forth like a rattle drum, sometimes looking forward, sometimes looking at Zhou Mo. He wanted to know who this guy was.
In perfect contrast to The Punisher's attitude, Zhou Mounfastened his seat belt and looked at The Punisher with regret, like an old friend saying goodbye: "Goodbye, The Punisher, I hope we will, well, let's not meet again."
"Oh right, next time you see Leng Feng, remember to remind him that his trajectory is too far to the left."
After speaking, Zhou Mo pressed a button, the top of the cockpit was opened, and the strong airflow directly took Zhou Mo away. The Punisher, with the help of the seat belt and his strong physique, barely withstood the airflow and quickly closed the cockpit.
Intuition told him that the situation was not as he imagined, it was very, even nine points out of ten, wrong!
Zhou Mo, who was thrown out, was directly taken to the forest by the strong airflow and hung on a tree. Of course, falling from such a high distance caused damage to his body. Zhou Mo gritted his teeth and endured it, deciding to go back and get a good treatment.
With veins bulging on his neck, Zhou Mo roared into the intercom: "Paratroopers are born to be surrounded! For victory, fire at me!!!"
The intercontinental missile was calibrated and flew straight towards Zhou Mo. In fact, for an intercontinental missile, the bomber didn't fly far at all. Soon, Zhou Mosaw the figure of the intercontinental missile with his own eyes, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.
At the U.S. Base on the other side, they had just calculated the destination of the intercontinental missile when they saw Zhou Mo's satisfied smile on the screen. This directly confused everyone.
Is this guy...committing suicide? But, who uses a Nuke to commit suicide?
While thinking, with a loud "boom" in the picture, the terrifying impact made the Base shake. With this distance and this terrifying destructive power, they didn't need high technology at all. Looking outside, they could see the huge mushroom cloud rising in the night sky!
The bomber, which had not flown far, was violently shaken by the burst of impact. The Punisher, whose face was pale and forehead was covered in cold sweat, forcibly stabilized the bomber. At this moment, his hands were shaking!
Crazy! He's really crazy!
The Punisher thought that he was crazy enough to sneak into a Military Base and steal heavy equipment. Who knew, there was an even crazier one!
That guy stole a Nuke! And then used it to...bomb himself?
What the hell is this if not the ultimate madman?!
The explosion site could be imagined without even looking. Trees, grass, everything was evaporated, leaving only burning wasteland. When the smoke finally dissipated, everything was indeed as the Militarypersonnel had expected, nothing could be seen, only desolation.
The Base was silent for a long, long time. Stealing a Nuketo bomb himself to achieve the purpose of suicide, this heaven-defying operation still shocked everyone.
After reassessing the situation, the Base leaders breathed a sigh of relief.
The intercontinental missile did not shoot at other countries, but detonated not far away, which avoided a World War. And this place is deserted, except for that crazy madman, no one else was affected, which can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.
But thinking of the effects of nuclear radiation, the leadership still gasped in pain, this place will not be able to stay for long... Avengers Tower.
Tony Stark was awakened by Friday in his sleep, his eyes widened and he sat up, all the wine and drowsiness disappeared in an instant: "Wait! What do you mean by an intercontinental missile being detonated?!"
From beginning to end, Friday explained the captured situation in detail. When it came to the intercontinental missile, it gave a detailed introduction: "It carries 24 warheads, and the explosive power generated during detonation is about 2 million tons of TNT."
Hearing that the personnel in the Military Base thirty kilometers away from the center of the explosion were safe and sound, Stark's hanging heart finally fell. He was also surprised by the madman who stole the Nuke to bomb himself to commit suicide, and grinned, whispering:
"When did there become so many madmen in the World?"
"Sir!" Friday's tone suddenly changed: "Detected that another intercontinental missile has been launched."
"Huh?!" Stark suddenly raised his head and widened his eyes again: "Isn't he, dead?!"
In the original forest, Zhou Mo, who could be immune to Nuke damage with the Energon King Kong experience value, was still alive. It's just that everything was carbonized, and it was difficult to judge him as a person with his body covered in black powder.
The experience value has reached thirty-seven percent, and it is obviously still a lot away from one hundred percent, so Zhou Mo continued to shout: "For victory! Fire at me!!!"
The figure of the Shapeshifter in his mind trembled slightly, the virus was activated, and another intercontinental missile was ignited and launched. Then, with a loud "boom!", another huge mushroom cloud submerged Zhou Mo.
If it was surprise just now, then now there is only fear in the Military Base! They just watched the first missile submerge that person, and all 24 warheads were detonated! How could he not die?!
Mutant? That's not right, what Mutant can withstand such a powerful nuclear explosion and still be alive?!
Under the fearful gazes of everyone, the smoke dissipated, and the figure in the original position was still safe and sound. When Zhou Mo smiled, they could even see his big white teeth!
Like a person who is short of oxygen and regains access to oxygen, Zhou Mo took a deep breath. He felt that with every breath he took, the surrounding nuclear radiation was inhaled and directly poured into the figure of the Energon King Kong in his mind. After this wave of absorption, only one head of the Energon King Kong was not lit up!
The experience bar is only less than the last fifteen percent away!
After sucking it clean and no more experience points were added, Zhou Mo smacked his lips with unfinished intent: "This thing is still a bit weak, Second Battalion Commander, where is your damn Italian cannon? Pull it up!"
This sentence was a little calmer than the previous one, but Stark couldn't calm down at all when he heard this. "Boom!", seeing another huge mushroom cloud rising, Stark slapped himself, even thinking that he was still dreaming.
This is a lunatic! He sneaked into a Military Base for nothing, and then used Nukes to blow himself up? One after another? And he can't die at all? What else could this be if I'm not dreaming?
The pain brought by the slap made Stark wake up, he was not dreaming: "Then, is he a Mutant? Or...an alien?"
Stark guessed the other party's identity. After experiencing all this, aliens are now also in his consideration.
On the other side, everyone in the Military Base was completely petrified watching all this. Their brains were not enough to allow them to deal with everything in front of them, only those leaders reacted first.
One of them ordered in a deep voice: "Send a few warplanes to see what the hell is going on! Of course, if possible..." Saying this, a trace of gloom flashed in this person's eyes: "Bring him back!"
Building an army composed of super soldiers has always been the dream of the Military. Now, is there anyone more suitable than this immortal guy?
The subordinates hesitated and dared not agree. Not to mention this terrifying Mutant, the surrounding nuclear radiation alone is enough to dissuade all pilots.
"What? Are you afraid?" The elderly Military officer began to use aggressive tactics: "I am the highest person in charge here, and I will be responsible for everything that happens here! As long as he can be brought back as a test subject, I guarantee you that the country will give you the best reward!"
"Heh, or, are you afraid of this guy with no attack power?"
I have to say that this did work. For soldiers, no one can refuse the sentence that the country will give the best rewards, honor, material things, and so on.
As for nuclear radiation, they quickly rotate and work in minutes, plus the best treatment provided by the country, living should not be a problem.
Hearing these words transmitted back from the Shapeshifter, Zhou Mo blinked.
No attack power?
You say my Energon King Kong has no attack power?!
Ah?!
"...I'll kill you guys quickly, and then go find Dormammu, okay, since that's the case, eat my Atomix, Energon Burst!"
Energon King Kong, unlocked successfully!
Chapter 088 – Stark's Soul Was Scared Out of His Body! One Blow from Energon King Kong!
Zhou Mo swept his hands in a Tai Chi stance. In the pitch-black surroundings the motion was crystal-clear: green energy trailed his every move. Halfway through the form he froze, letting the emerald light sink back into his palms.
Energon King Kong—transformation complete!
Yet when the Base commander saw the far more conspicuous Energon King Kong on the feed, he only sneered, "Halloween already? Stop the cheap theatrics."
The fighter pilots sprinting for their jets also caught the scene, but it drew no more than a glance. After accepting Iron Man, one more mecha-freak barely registered.
Inside Avengers Tower the fright that had sobered Starkup wore off the instant he saw Energon King Kong; he rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was hallucinating.
"That's… a robot?" Stark asked, bewildered.
Even through the distant satellite feed the thing's size was unmistakably gargantuan, far beyond any human scale. Add the barrel-like green energy churning on its forearms and chest, and it looked every inch a mech.
The next question popped into his mind as he frowned at the creature: "So what's it good for?"
Scratching his chin, Stark figured its abilities couldn't be far from his own suit. Which meant—what, it had taken dozens of Nukes, then simply slipped into its armor?
No matter how he sliced it, the whole thing reeked of conspiracy.
Friday spoke, her tone now mimicking human worry: "Sir, I have rather bad news."
"What?" Stark pinched the bridge of his nose, still chasing the scent of some plot.
"HYDRA."
"Hm?" Stark's full attention snapped upward.
Friday projected the Base dossier; several top officers were flagged with red exclamation marks. Guessing the answer, Stark felt his heart lurch. "All of them?"
"If the reports are accurate, yes. The entire command cadre is HYDRA, and roughly eighty-nine percent of Basepersonnel." She appended the sources—independent journalists' investigations.
Stark saw at once that the data had been sealed years ago and every reporter involved had since died in "accidents." He planted his hands on his hips and gave a wan, tearless laugh: "So they've infiltrated the Military."
"…Is it because immigration's spiked lately?" The flood of illegal newcomers, he thought, had turned the situation into a death trap.
In a country already rife with racism, the U.S. had become the perfect breeding ground for neo-Nazis. HYDRA's steady infiltration put them in the government's top tier, while the immigrant surge stoked white survival anxiety, minting fresh white supremacists.
Inside help plus outside pressure—no wonder so many hidden Nazis thrived. Political correctness just kept anyone from poking the hornet's nest.
What floored Stark was that the whole Base—Nukes and all—was basically Nazi-run.
Their goal wasn't hard to guess: purge minorities at home, build a pure-white nation, then wield U.S. Military might to rule the World—enslaving other men, turning women into playthings, reshaping Earth into their private playground.
To do that they first needed an unstoppable army—and what better research subject than a creature that refused to die?
"So now," Stark muttered at the projection, eyebrows arched in disbelief, "a bunch of Nazis are going to kill a lunatic?!"
By then the well-trained pilots were already streaking toward Energon King Kong; the feed now showed several jets flanking the titan.
Noticing the fighters, Energon King Kong roared again: "hamina! hamina! hamina!"
Stark's face contorted; the earlier "For victory—fire at me!" had at least carried some logic, but this senseless howl branded the creature a total nutjob.
Yet the next second Stark's exasperation was wiped clean.
He heard Friday's on-site radiation monitor screaming upward, warning lights flashing red.
His gaze locked on the center of the screen—Energon King Kong—whose hand now glowed vivid green.
"Energon Burst!"
With a low roar the titan thrust its hand forward. A truck-sized sphere of green light shot out and detonated just as it met the lead fighter.
An apocalyptic mushroom cloud—utterly dwarfing the orb—billowed skyward as though to swallow heaven and earth.
BOOM!!!
The blooming firelight in the frame swallowed Stark in the blink of an eye. Stark stared blankly, eyes wide and vacant—yet in the blaze his trembling pupils were unmistakable.
In a shaking voice the dazed Stark managed: "Friday, calc-calculate the surge yield."
Friday obligingly pulled the camera back; the mushroom cloud now brushed the night sky.
Compared with its earlier self, the cloud had gone from tadpoth to killer whale.
"Detonation exceeds standard parameters; computing, sir—this will take a moment."
In an unseen corner of the feed, the moment the heat-flash touched it, fighter and pilot simply evaporated—nothing remained.
To the mushroom cloud, destroying a fighter was no different from destroying air; it raced toward the MilitaryBase at visible speed.
Inside the Base, faces lit by the screen-filling cloud, everyone stood dumbstruck.
If surviving dozens of warheads could still be blamed on a Mutant, what in hell was this??!
A goddamn Mutant that waves a hand and spits out a Nuke?! Which Mutant on earth can pull this off???!
Amid the panic, the elderly officer in command was first to recover; fear flashed to naked greed. An unkillable Mutant that can launch Nukes with a gesture!
Dissect him, mass-produce him—exactly what the Führerwants!!
Barely containing his joy the old officer yelled, "Hail HYDRA!!! When the blast subsides we seize him at any cost for the Führer's grand design!!!"
He snapped a perfect Nazi salute, sweat beading on his flushed, ecstatic face.
Subordinates who had played innocent before The Punisher now snapped into fervor, saluting wildly: "My honour is loyalty! Hail HYDRA!!!"
As the commander said: once they cloned Energon King Kong, a single corps could conquer the World!
One unit could level a small nation; a squad of clones could rule the planet!
But soon foreheads glistened—not with excitement, but plain... heat.
Wiping sweat, they wondered why it was so hot when peripheral vision caught the floor shaking. A glance down showed the tremor had already jumped a notch and kept worsening.
"What's going on?" The commander frowned, recalling the same shake when an ICBM had fired earlier.
Speak of the devil: a technician burst in shouting, "Chief, disaster!"
As the commander turned, firelight painted the tech's sweat-drenched face red: "Sensors warn—we're about to be nuked!"
Silence fell. N-nuked? The word sounded alien to their ears.
The commander snapped upright, staring at the wall toward the main screen. Along its top, a long rectangular window blazed crimson; the sight blanked his mind.
A thousand thoughts distilled to one.
H-how... impossible?!
His heart hammered at rock-bottom, scalp prickling. The greed was gone; even life seemed stripped from his bulging eyes.
They were thirty kilometres from ground zero—supposedly safe!
Earlier two-megaton blasts hadn't reached them; how could a robot's wave now cover thirty kilometres?!
Heart stopping, the commander felt gooseflesh race across his skin.
He had to know: what yield had the thing just unleashed?
And...
Recalling his own verdict, the commander's mind cracked.
It was supposed to have no offensive power?!
You can fling nukes—so why the hell steal ICBMs??!
If I'd known, I'd never have touched you... The mushroom cloud rolled in and swallowed the Base; seconds later only ash remained.
From flash to annihilation took mere seconds. At the same moment, inside Avengers Tower, Friday finished its calculation; when it spoke the astronomical number Starkliterally jumped in fright!
Colour drained from his face as Stark shrieked, "H-how much?! What the f—"
"Sixty megatons??????!"
Stark stood frozen, soul fled, staring at Energon King Kong while question marks stormed his forehead.
This thing waves a hand and it's a sixty-megaton Nuke...?
Chapter 089: Stark: A Walking Reactor?!! I'll Use Energon King Kong to Kill Dormammu!
Stark instinctively thought of the Tsar Bomba, the largest Nuke ever detonated in human history, manufactured by the Soviet Union. Its yield was a staggering fifty million tons! Its immense power, destructive force, and the vast resources it consumed led to countless accusations from neighboring countries, and after detonating one, the Soviet Union, at its peak, had no follow-up.
And now, this white and green robot, with a mere wave of its hand, unleashed sixty million tons?! Easily breaking human records?!!
Stark broke out in a cold sweat. Didn't that mean that as long as this robot wished, it could nuclear bomb any country in the World with a flick of its hand?!
Images of Energon King Kong flying in the sky, casually nuclear bombing one country after another, flashed through his mind. With a gulp, Stark swallowed hard, despair creeping in. He had never been so terrified. To some extent, the fate of all humanity was in this robot's hands?!
Thinking back to how he had just believed this robot's abilities were similar to his own armor, Stark almost laughed at his own foolishness. But then he realized something was wrong! The focus shouldn't be on this!
The focus should be on why this robot possessed such terrifying abilities!
With an unprecedented intensity, Stark, having come to his senses, stared intently at Energon King Kong, though he himself wasn't sure what he was thinking.
"He definitely has a weakness!" Stark firmly believed this. Just as Zhou Mo's Four-Armed Overlord lacked fast movement, and Little Dinosaur, who had fast movement, had very weak attack power.
All things in the World are interconnected and mutually restrictive; nothing is perfect, and this robot also has weaknesses!
Wait, Zhou Mo? Stark's body trembled as he discovered another blind spot. He quickly squinted his eyes, searching with all his might for that familiar symbol on Energon King Kong. Unfortunately, Energon King Kongremained with its back to the camera, and Stark did not see the familiar symbol on its back.
In this state of extreme concentration, Stark even forgot to remind Friday to find a better angle.
As long as he observed long enough, Stark felt he would definitely get the answer! He couldn't possibly not turn around.
After a while, the mushroom cloud finally dispersed. Amidst the smoke and flames, Energon King Kong flew towards the military Base. Zhou Mo, who understood the importance of finishing off an opponent, specifically came to check if these people were completely dead.
Scanning around, Zhou Mo secretly nodded. Hmm, from the current situation, they should be thoroughly dead, with no ashes left.
Having confirmed this, Zhou Mo was about to control Energon King Kong to fly away. Just as he had the intention to fly upwards, he felt a wave of weakness wash over his body; he couldn't exert any strength.
"Damn it, is the energy depleted so quickly?" Zhou Mocursed as he was forced to descend, but his figure showed no sign of panic. Only when he landed and stepped on a piece of gravel did Energon King Kongstumble.
It was this stumble that gave Stark the answer he wanted, his eyes instantly lighting up: "His energy is low!"
As a mech operator, Stark understood this perfectly. A robot of this size should have crushed that piece of gravel with a single step! The fact that it didn't could only mean it was in a weakened state, its body far from its peak.
"If it were a robot, its sheer weight would crush that stone... It seems he's not a robot, but some kind of life form or Mutant?" Stark, with a gleam in his eyes, crossed one arm and rubbed his chin with the other, making this judgment.
"And his weakness is that his body will be weak after his energy is depleted!" His eyes lit up, and Stark summarized Energon King Kong's weakness again.
Understanding this, for a split second, Stark's tense heart immediately relaxed. There was nothing to fear once the weakness was understood; he just needed to exhaust his energy, and then, while he was weak, the God of Warwould subdue him!
But this relaxation lasted only for that fleeting moment, because Stark immediately realized that this was utterly unrealistic! A sixty-million-ton Nuke explosion! Facing his attack, did it even matter if his energy was depleted?
Who the hell could survive that Nuke explosion?
..."Sigh." Zhou Mo sighed inwardly: "Is it because I was inexperienced in my first operation and didn't control the force well? Or is it because it was my first operation, just unlocked, and the inherent energy was insufficient? How did the energy disappear so quickly?"
Thinking about it, Zhou Mo believed it was the latter, the reason for just unlocking. After all, as an officially certified number two figure, second only to Superman X, how could Energon King Kong run out of energy after a small sixty-million-ton Nuke explosion?
Yes, Energon King Kong's weakness was indeed that he would become exhausted after his energy was depleted.
"How should I leave?" Zhou Mo pondered. At this moment, he assumed something was observing him, and using other abilities carried the risk of exposing his identity. After much thought, he reluctantly concluded that only Energon King Kong would do.
Taking a deep breath, Energon King Kong raised both hands, and green light once again illuminated its palms. But this time it wasn't for destruction, but for absorption. The glowing green light was like a vortex, drawing in all the surrounding nuclear radiation.
Now Zhou Mo was certain it was indeed the reason for just unlocking. Because after absorbing a large amount of nuclear radiation as energy replenishment, his state had reached that of when he first unlocked, and his body told him he could continue to absorb.
Suddenly, Zhou Mo thought of Evil Explosive Frog and Crystal Warrior, and whispered expectantly to himself: "Hiss~ can I use them to absorb enough energy, and then use Energon King Kong to attack?"
Thinking about it, Zhou Mo believed this was entirely feasible! "I have to say, being able to use two abilities simultaneously greatly expands the gameplay of alien heroes."
Avengers Tower. In the wasteland, the Earth was still burning. In the image, illuminated by flames, Starkcouldn't tell what he was doing, but thankfully, he had Friday. Friday said nothing, simply cutting to a different view, displaying Energon King Kong's status.
With just one glance, his recently recovered rational brain crashed again! Stark's eyes widened in disbelief; he saw that Energon King Kong's body's nuclear radiation was rapidly increasing?!... Huh?!
Stunned for a long while, Stark was truly questioning his life. He felt he wasn't looking at a Mutant or some other life form, but a walking, humanoid nuclear reactor!
Not 'like', but 'is'! This was a walking, humanoid nuclear reactor!
His brain a jumbled mess, Stark clutched his head, his face contorted, his trembling lips pressed together tightly. Finally, Stark exerted all his strength and exclaimed: "Who can tell me what the hell is going on?! How the hell is there a sixty-million-ton, walking, humanoid nuclear reactor?!"
Having said that, Stark's heart was dead, his face pale. He realized it wasn't sixty million tons, but sixty million tons as a starting point. Because he hadn't even seen this guy use his full power! A casual wave of his hand was sixty million tons; what if he was fully charged and delivered a full-power strike?
Stark's mind collapsed. Would he shatter the Earth?!!
Of course, he knew that if all human Nukes were detonated simultaneously, it would merely be a scratch for the Earth. But Stark had lost all reason now; he completely couldn't understand why a Mutant could somehow use nuclear explosions to fight a military Base?
Hmm? Discovering another blind spot, Stark's muddled brain instantly cleared: "Wait, after being hit by a Nuke, he unlocked Nuke ability?"
Hiss~ Stark wondered why this operation felt so familiar to him?
The next second, staring at Energon King Kong on the screen, Stark gritted his teeth in anger: "I knew it was you, you brat! Zhou Mo!!"
Who else could it be besides Zhou Mo?
Blinking, the resentment in Stark's eyes quickly faded. A cold wind seemed to blow across his back, raising goosebumps and making him shiver. At this moment, as if integrated with heaven and Earth, Stark entered an unprecedented state of calm.
He wondered why. Why could Zhou Mo evolve these abilities? Crystal Warrior, who could absorb the Power Stone, was already outrageous enough. Now there was an even stronger robot that could unleash nuclear explosions with a wave of its hand... What kind of perverted, monstrous, illogical thing could grant him so many terrifying abilities?
Stark believed this question was even more important than all of Zhou Mo's abilities.
At this moment, Energon King Kong hadn't absorbed enough, but it had absorbed all the nuclear radiation. It successfully killed those bad guys who wanted to dissect him, and now, on one hand, it replenished its energy, and on the other hand, it eliminated the nuclear radiation here, allowing this no-man's land to continue being a no-man's land. It was a win-win situation.
After doing all this, of course, it was time to leave. As he looked up and rotated once to determine his direction, Stark saw the familiar clumsy watch symbol on his belt, and continued to grind his teeth with resentment.
Before leaving, Zhou Mo decided to play the role of a good friend. He briefly deactivated his state for about ten seconds before switching back to Energon King Kong and soaring into the sky.
Having identified the human face, Friday quickly began restoration. Ignoring all of this, Stark didn't even need to look! The answer was set in stone; who else could it be but Zhou Mo?
But as Friday slowly presented the original appearance of that face, Stark was stunned. He found that the face wasn't Zhou Mo's, but... Star-Lord, whom he had just brought back?!
Huh...?
Flying away, Zhou Mo had no intention of ending things there; it was still the same statement.
He was going to use Energon King Kong to kill that bastard Dormammu!
Chapter 090: Destroy Dormammu Tonight! Destroy the Three Sanctum Sanctorums!
Flying away from the scene, making seven turns and eight detours, and arriving at another forest, when in a satellite blind spot, Zhou Mo simultaneously used Ghost Shadowand Flash Star abilities. With his body ethereal and invisible, he moved quickly and disappeared from the spot.
Tony Stark was lost in thought in front of the projection, no longer caring about the disappeared Energon King Kong. At this moment, his mind was occupied by Star-Lord's figure: "The one who did all this, could it actually be him?!"
Of course, he felt that the credibility was not high, but thinking of Star-Lord and his group's alien identities, Stark cautiously did not rule out this point: "A mech manufactured with alien technology? It is indeed possible for him to do this."
Maintaining a thoughtful posture, with one hand on his shoulder and the other rubbing his chin, Stark turned around with suspicion in his eyes and walked towards Star-Lord's room.
As for the Energon King Kong's clumsy watch logo, Starkcould also think of an explanation: Zhou Mo and Star-Lord's friendship! As soon as they got off the spaceship and met, they were arm in arm, calling each other friends!
Maybe Star-Lord is Zhou Mo's accomplice, and they both come from some mysterious and powerful alien force! This can also explain why Zhou Mo's strength is so strong; he is connected to aliens!
The important focus is still on Zhou Mo, Stark decided to investigate Star-Lord first. However, when he arrived in front of Star-Lord's room, after knocking on the door and receiving no response, Stark pushed the door open and saw that the room was empty. He then checked the rooms of the other Guardians of the Galaxy members, and they were also nowhere to be seen.
"Where are the people?!"
Two seconds later, Stark looked up, he heard the sound of a spaceship being started from the roof... On the roof of Avengers Tower, the spaceship was resupplied and took off again. Watching the departing spaceship, Zhou Moglared and pointed, cursing: "I knew you aliens didn't come to Earth with good intentions, as expected, just as I expected! You actually dared to put a Nuke on Earth!"
"Don't think you can get away with it just because you ran away!" Saying that, Zhou Mo angrily looked around, picked up a stone and threw it over: "I'm telling you! This matter is not over." With a flushed face and a thick neck, Zhou Mo increased his volume: "It's not over!!!"
Stark, who had arrived, had doubts appearing between his eyebrows. This posture... could it be that the robot was really created by these aliens? They ran away after finishing the job?
Stark inexplicably thought of some rumors on the Internet about aliens, saying that they have been monitoring human nuclear tests.
Catching sight of Stark behind him, Zhou Mo stopped his movements and pointed at the departing spaceship indignantly: "Mr. Stark, it seems you already know, these damn aliens ran away after doing bad things!"
"Yes, where are the weapons? Where are our human weapons? Shoot them down now!"
Zhou Mo's indignant appearance was no different from a righteous person full of justice, which made Starksomewhat suspect that he was not in the room just now, but came to chase these aliens?
Squinting his eyes and looking at the spaceship, the innate disgust for aliens in his heart reappeared. Starksighed regretfully, no matter what, he should not have easily trusted aliens.
Inside the spaceship, the windows were covered by sheets, the mouths were blocked, and the bodies were trapped into mummies by vines. The group of people were struggling hard on the ground, making squeaky and angry shouts in their mouths.
What's the situation? What's the situation? Star-Lord, who was also emotionally agitated, wanted to ask: What the hell is going on??!
He was sleeping soundly, how could a big red guy suddenly walk out of the wall and knock him unconscious with three punches and throw him into the spaceship?
Zhou Mo's lingering curses came, and Star-Lord's heart trembled as he figured something out, and he cursed inwardly: "Damn it, it seems someone is destroying the friendship between me and the great earths guardian!"
"Don't let me find this bastard, or I will definitely throw him into outer space!"
...The spaceship had already flown far away and disappeared into the night. Zhou Mo suddenly began to feel heartache. In order to replenish supplies for this group of people, he stuffed a lot of canned food in, these are all money.
Zhou Mo wailed in his heart: Money!!!
Not only did he not sell Star-Lord's spaceship, but he also put in a lot of supplies... Thinking of this, Zhou Mo, who was walking with his head down, felt that his heart was about to break. A moment before reaching the stairs, with a "pa da" sound, the stone that was thrown out fell back to Zhou Mo's feet.
Surprised for a moment, Zhou Mo picked up the stone and looked at it: "It didn't break? Hiss, this seems to be a stone that came with the spaceship. From aliens, so it's so strong? Forget it, never mind."
Stuffing it into his pocket, Zhou Mo felt that he had recovered a tiny bit, but losing so many supplies still made him very depressed.
Stark narrowed his eyes meaningfully, quietly watching Zhou Mo's departure, who had inexplicably ignored him. At this time, Friday's voice sounded in his earpiece: "Sir, the Department of Defense has held a press conference, saying that all of this was caused by the aliens you brought."
"Stark Industries may face a public opinion storm."
Stark had no reaction to this. For him, as long as it was something that he had to face himself and did not involve other people, he would not care at all.
Zhou Mo had already left. Looking at the location where he left, Stark smiled meaningfully: "Friday, do you think, based on the existing evidence, can Zhou Mo be regarded as the main suspect?"
"...Sir, are you suspecting that the nuclear explosion robot is Mr. Zhou Mo?"
The night wind struck, and the comfortable feeling made Stark stretch contentedly, and smiled: "I can't be sure of this, but past experience tells me that this kid's acting skills can win an Oscar."
"Think carefully about the loopholes in this incident, it must be related to this kid."
Zhou Mo walked downstairs quietly with his hands in his pockets.
As for those data, monitoring, etc., Stark felt that with the Shapeshifter, Zhou Mo could easily do this. Thinking of Friday, Stark smiled wickedly and deliberately increased the volume: "Friday, what do you think of the strength of that nuclear explosion robot?"
"Sir, his strength is very..."
"Wait a minute." Stark interrupted and corrected: "It's the white and green, bulky nuclear explosion robot! Well, let's call him that from now on."
"Okay sir, the white and green, bulky nuclear explosion robot is very powerful."
Hearing this conversation through the Shapeshifter's monitoring of Friday, Zhou Mo gritted his teeth in pain.
White and green, bulky nuclear explosion robot?
Damn you, Stark! You must have deliberately given him a stupid and rustic name!
His name is Energon King Kong!
Temporarily not in the mood to correct this, Zhou Mowalked towards Wanda's ward, what he has to do now is to kill Dormammu.
Tonight!
When he came to the corridor and walked towards the ward, Zhou Mo saw a security guard coming towards him carrying two large pizza boxes. The security guard's eyes lit up when he saw Zhou Mo, and he trotted over: "You must be Mr. Zhou? This is the takeaway you ordered."
Zhou Mo took it suspiciously, when did he order takeaway? Could it be poisoned?
Forget it, let's not worry about this for now. After simply thanking the security guard, Zhou Mo pushed the door and walked into the ward. The most important thing now is to kill Dormammu! Everything else can wait.
On the bed, Wanda's eyes were closed, her chest was rising and falling steadily, and she was fast asleep.
Coming to the bed, he casually put the pizza on the side table, and Zhou Mo pulled over a chair and sat down. Just as he was thinking about how to talk to Wanda, there was a "ding dong" sound, his phone rang, and when he opened it, it was a message from Gwen.
"Did you receive the takeaway? I saw that the platform shows it has been signed for."
The pizza was ordered by Gwen? Zhou Mo was amused and replied: "How did you know I was hungry."
Gwen replied instantly: "Saw it online."
Online? Zhou Mo was puzzled again, how could there be his information online? He clearly used the Shapeshifterto guide all the public opinion to his good brother Star-Lord!
Gwen immediately added: "I searched how many meals a day an adult male pig eats, and it said two to three meals. I thought that wouldn't be enough for you, so I ordered an extra one for you to eat."
Staring blankly at the phone, Zhou Mo was stunned, only the words "male pig" and "eating" were constantly echoing in his mind.
That Gwen, seeing that Zhou Mo's status in the chat box was always online, Zhou Mo, Zhou Mo is typing, switching back and forth quickly, she couldn't close her mouth with laughter.
Awesome!!!
Gwen: "By the way, why aren't you asleep so late?"
After sending it, Gwen regretted it, this exposed that she ordered takeaway just to find a reason to chat with Zhou Mo.
Zhou Mo glanced at Wanda on the bed and replied coldly: "Oh, the Wanda next to me is already asleep, I will go to sleep soon too, thank you for the pizza, it's just enough for the two of us to eat."
After sending it, Zhou Mo took a photo of Wanda's beautiful face, who was sweetly asleep with her eyes closed, and sent it.
Gwen replied again instantly: "Wait Zhou Mo! Are you sleeping together???"
Seeing Gwen's message, Zhou Mo directly closed his phone, read but did not reply.
Heh, you want to play tricks with me?
Turning his gaze back to Wanda, looking at her sleeping, Zhou Mo thought of the fairy tale Sleeping Beauty.
Wanda is really beautiful.
Before Zhou Mo could speak, Wanda opened her eyes hazily, turned over subconsciously and looked over, and said softly: "Mr. Zhou Mo, aren't you asleep yet?"
Using the Shapeshifter to control Friday in his mind to shield all of this, Zhou Mo leaned closer and said: "I have a plan to destroy Dormammu, simply put, I need your help."
Wanda blinked, as if she didn't understand what he was saying.
In this situation, it's easy to understand. If we want to destroy Dormammu tonight, it's impossible to wait for him to appear on his own initiative. Then there is only one answer left, take the initiative to find him! And to do this, there is only one choice!
Destroy the three Sanctum Sanctorums!
No matter what ability is used, the time it takes to travel between the three locations in three different countries will definitely be stopped by the Ancient One!
And to do all this before the Ancient One notices, Zhou Mo needs Wanda's help.