American comic: Checking in, Gwen in black stockings rolls her eyes.

The entire laboratory was transformed in just over ten minutes.

It transformed from a sanctuary of wisdom and hope into a desolate slaughterhouse and ruins.

When Lin Feng and the Fantastic Four finished dealing with the aftermath of the bridge accident and received an urgent call about the attack on the laboratory, they rushed back to Baxter Building, but it was already too late.

They were greeted by a ground covered in blood and corpses.

It was smashed equipment and scattered fragments of research data.

The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and gunpowder.

"Do not--!"

Reed Richards let out a heart-wrenching scream.

He rushed into the laboratory and watched as the countless days and nights of hard work he and his colleagues had put in vain.

He watched as the researchers who had fought alongside him fell into pools of blood.

His eyes were bloodshot and his whole body was trembling.

Susan covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes.

She couldn't believe the hellish scene before her.

Johnny Stone's anger flared up, and he roared furiously:

"Who! Who did this! I'll burn them to ashes!"

Ben Grimm, the usually taciturn stone man, roared like a wild beast.

He punched the wall next to him, and the sturdy wall cracked instantly.

Lin Feng's face was also terribly gloomy.

He walked over to a specially made glove that a black-clad assassin had inadvertently left behind, picked it up and examined it closely, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

The gloves retained a faint but unique fluctuation of dark energy, as well as a special metallic component.

“All our research data…the reverse genomics model…it’s all gone…it’s all been destroyed…”

Reed knelt on the ground, his hands digging deep into his hair, his voice hoarse and distorted with extreme pain and anger.

Tony Stark arrived shortly afterward and witnessed the horrific scene inside the laboratory.

For the first time, his nonchalant expression turned serious and angry:

"Jarvis, immediately seal off the building and retrieve all surveillance footage! I need to know who did this!"

"Sir, most of the surveillance systems were interfered with by an unknown signal ten minutes before the incident and have become ineffective."

Jarvis's voice also carried a rare hint of solemnity.

"asshole!"

Tony cursed under his breath.

"It's Von Doom..."

Lin Feng suddenly spoke, his voice icy cold.

“I sensed a similar aura of dark energy and this special alloy on him before. Moreover, I can’t think of anyone else who has the ability and motivation to do such a thing besides him.”

"Victor von Doom!"

Reed suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins and deep-seated hatred.

"It must be him! He covets our technology! He wants to seize our power for himself!"

"This bastard!"

Johnny was furious.

"(He's got money) I'm going to settle the score with him!"

"Calm down, Johnny!"

Susan pulled her impulsive brother back, but her own voice was trembling.

"We need evidence now!"

"evidence?"

Ben Graeme said in a muffled voice, his tone filled with suppressed anger.

"These dead colleagues are the biggest evidence! I don't care who they are, I'll smash them into mincemeat!"

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257: Genetic Godhood! Rivaling the Gods!

"I agree with the big guy."

A cold glint flashed in Tony Stark's eyes.

"He dares to do this in New York, right under my nose! He's declaring war on me, Tony Stark! Jarvis, track down Von Doom and all his businesses. I need to know where he is and what he's doing!"

Lin Feng walked over to Reed and helped him up:

“Reed, the dead are gone. What we need to do now is avenge them and stop Von Doom’s conspiracy. Since he stole the technical data, he will definitely study it, and 097 might even… use it on himself.”

Reed Richards took a deep breath, the grief in his eyes gradually replaced by a resolute rage:

"That's right! We absolutely cannot let him succeed! Von Doom, you will pay a heavy price for what you've done!"

He clenched his fist, his nails digging deep into his palm.

Former classmates, now bitter enemies, an inevitable, fateful showdown has begun.

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Meanwhile, inside a heavily guarded private laboratory.

Viktor von Doom was looking smugly at the data hard drives and research notes presented to him by his subordinates.

"Well done! Excellent!"

He picked up a report on reverse gene compilation models, a greedy and excited smile spreading across his face.

"Reed, my old classmate, you certainly haven't disappointed me. And Stark... Hmph, your wisdom will all be at my disposal!"

He couldn't wait to import the data into his supercomputer.

I began to carefully study those complex formulas and molecular structure diagrams.

"Cosmic rays...gene mutation...reverse transcription...how wonderful!"

A mad glint flashed in Von Doom's eyes.

"Once I master this technology, I can grant myself any power I desire! I will transcend humanity and become a god! An eternal, immortal, omniscient, and omnipotent god!"

He opened his arms as if to embrace the whole world.

A morbid and manic laugh echoed through the cold, empty laboratory.

An even bigger storm is brewing.

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Half a day later.

Deep within Latveria, in that imposing castle that blends medieval Gothic style with futuristic technology.

A brand-new, secret base, far larger and more advanced than the Baxter Building laboratory, has been initially completed.

On the cold metal wall, holographic projections flicker with complex gene sequence maps and energy flow models.

Countless robotic arms precisely operate various instruments in a sterile environment.

There is no human touch here, only the cold echoes of efficiency and ambition.

Viktor von Doom, wearing his signature dark green cloak and metal armor.

Only a pair of eyes, gleaming with shrewdness and fanaticism, were visible beneath the mask.

He stood in front of the huge central control console, his hands behind his back, like a king inspecting his territory.

On the screen was the core data of "reverse genetic technology" stolen from Reed Richards.

At this moment, it is being analyzed, optimized, and even reconstructed by his supercomputer at an astonishing speed.

"Reed, my dear old classmate, you've always been dedicated to using technology to benefit those ignorant mortals!"

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Chapter 258: Doctor Doom Becomes a God?!

"But I never thought that technology itself is power, and power should only be in the hands of the best people."

Doom muttered to himself, his voice taking on a metallic quality through the mask's generator, making it sound even colder.

He turned around and gave orders to the row of subordinates standing respectfully behind him, all dressed in high-tech armor:

"Immediately initiate the first phase of the 'Chosen Ones' program. Select the most outstanding samples from the gene pool under our control. I want to see the first batch of successful mutants in the shortest possible time. They don't need thoughts, only loyalty and power. They will be the first cornerstone for me to ascend to godhood."

"As you command, Master!"

The subordinates responded in unison, their voices uniform and synchronized, like robots.

Doom nodded in satisfaction, his gaze returning to the complex genetic model.

His ambitions went far beyond creating a team of superhumans. That was merely a tool, a process.

His ultimate goal is to apply this technology to himself, absorbing, integrating, and controlling all the power he can imagine.

It even transcends the limitations of the mortal body.

To become a true, eternal, omniscient, and omnipotent God!

He wants the whole world, the whole universe, to tremble under his will.

Reed Richards, Tony Stark, Lin Feng...

These so-called heroes will be nothing more than insignificant dust in his future divine kingdom.

Just as he was immersed in his grand plan.

A secretary dressed in a black suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses strode in, bowed slightly, and respectfully reported:

“Master, news has come from the New York branch of the Doom Group that Mr. Reed Richards, along with three of his companions, have come to visit and specifically request to see you.”

Doom paused for a moment, then a contemptuous sneer came from behind the mask.

"Oh? They've come knocking on our door so quickly? It seems that guy named Lin Feng is more astute than I thought."

He slowly turned around, his metal gloves reflecting a chilling gleam under the light.

"They guessed it was me, and they've come to confront me, haven't they?"

A bead of cold sweat appeared on the secretary's forehead.

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"Yes, Master. Their attitude... is very firm."

"Resolute?"

Doom's laughter grew louder, filled with disdain and arrogance.

"So what if they guessed? Where's the evidence? Accusations without evidence are nothing but powerless rage. The technology is already in my hands, and I am far superior to them in terms of wealth, resources, and wisdom. Even if they are burning with rage, they cannot stop my plan to become a god. Let them in, and I want to see what kind of spectacular performance a bunch of losers can put on."

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The penthouse reception room at the New York branch of the Doom Group is as luxurious as a palace.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows lies the bustling Manhattan skyline.

But at this moment, the atmosphere in the room was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Reed Richards, Susan Stone, Johnny Stone, and Ben Graham are standing here.

Anger and restraint were written all over everyone's face.