Someone Wants to Kill You

After a solid night's sleep in the house, Donnie began to clean it up. It was obvious that the house was unguarded, with people able to come and go as they pleased, and he wondered how many cameras had been installed.

Otherwise, how would the X-Men have placed the letter on the table inside the house?

Donnie spread the AllSpark out in all directions without holding back. Whether it was an illusion or not, he felt that the stinging sensation in his brain had lessened considerably.

This made Donnie very happy, as it meant he was recovering, albeit slowly, but definitely recovering.

Having experienced the power of Level 4, he always felt constrained at Level 3, even though his Level 3 combat power surpassed many legitimate Level 3 mutants.

The mysterious AllSpark particles slowly spread, covering every corner inside and outside the house, and found many hidden technological items.

These were surveillance devices planted by many organizations and agencies. Some might have been from the Federal Congress, some from the Brotherhood, and some from S.H.I.E.L.D., but it didn't matter who they were from, because they all became trash, permeated by the AllSpark and rendered useless.

After thinking about it, Donnie took out a few watches from home and put them all on his wrists. He also took out the phone that some unknown faction had given him from his pocket. Finding that no one had contacted him, he decided to modify them all, as they would still retain their calling function even after he transformed back.

Donnie finally had time to systematically plan and organize his combat power.

Currently, the only one truly presentable was Optimus Prime. Although Donnie had not relaxed his efforts to strengthen Optimus Prime, the material was ordinary, only able to enhance its defense by 50% to 70% from its original state, with limited amplification. The rest could only be repaired during battles.

Thinking about it carefully now, in the battle against Abomination, if Hulk, that beast, hadn't fixated on Abomination and ganged up on him for a two-on-one attack, Donnie alone would not have been a match for him.

He was currently powerless to do anything about Adamantium and Vibranium. Unless he found a major corporation to plan and manufacture them, specifically creating pieces of armor to cover Optimus Prime in his truck form, and being careful during transformation, he could only use the advanced metals as armor, as he couldn't modify the advanced metals themselves.

What was even more critical was that he had no money. Who would he find to build armor?

"I should have asked Red Devil for money back then, directly asking them to deposit tens of millions of dollars into my account, instead of asking for this piece of Vibranium."

Donnie took out the Vibranium and stared at it with immense resentment. This piece of Vibranium in his hands could only function as a brick, to be swung with great force when caught off guard during a fight.

"Am I really going to use it as a brick?"

Donnie was crestfallen, feeling that he had wasted this good item. In theory, one gram of Vibranium was worth ten thousand US dollars on the market, but in reality, it was far more, because it was priceless and unobtainable for ordinary people. Only major powers and organizations could possibly acquire some.

Wakanda guarded its Vibranium mines too closely, so closely that many organizations didn't even know Wakanda had a Vibranium mine.

Therefore, this palm-sized piece alone could fetch an astronomical price on the market.

But Donnie himself was coveting it, so how could he be so generous as to sell it?

To forge Vibranium into weapons, he had to find major corporations, such as Stark Industries and Wayne Enterprises. Donnie desperately needed a personal battle suit to protect himself. His biggest weakness now was himself! If the Transformers were destroyed, Donnie could build new ones as long as he had time, but if Donnie died, who would rebuild him?

Relying only on things like mobile phones and watches for personal protection made him feel insecure.

The value of this piece of Vibranium was evident.

"So, who should I look for, Stark? Or Lord Wayne?" Donnie paced back and forth in the house with his hands behind his back, feeling somewhat anxious.

Tony Stark was still living his playboy lifestyle, and who knew how long it would be before he became Iron Man. If he, an unknown nobody, went to him now, it would be pure self-humiliation. Thinking about what Stark had done, deceiving sincere scientists like fools, ultimately leading to the creation of the Extremis virus.

Then what about going to Wayne?

"Gotham City, where the people are simple and honest..." Donnie groaned, his head hurting at the thought of Gotham City. It was full of oddballs, and only Lord Wayne had the energy to dress up as a giant bat every day to contend with those lunatics from Arkham, and he insisted on capturing them alive.

Catching them and letting them go, letting them go and catching them again, people fighting people, endless fun, constituting Lord Batman's daily routine.

"If I go to Gotham... Lord Wayne already has some tendencies towards pure humanism. I don't know much about him. If I, a mutant, go there, would he consider me human? Not to mention Lord Wayne's somewhat gloomy psychology. Even if he accepts me today, he might build an anti-Donnie suit in a few days."

Being targeted by the Joker and his ilk would be an even bigger trouble. Who knew what those crime enthusiasts would do.

Donnie scratched his head, extremely worried. Was it really that difficult to find a large corporation to help him modify the Vibranium?

Iron Man and Batman were relatively reliable. As for companies like Hammer Industries and LexCorp, he feared he'd be schemed against and attacked as soon as he walked in.

As for S.H.I.E.L.D.? Donnie shook his head even more. The waters there were too deep. Before Hydra was cleaned up, he wouldn't get too close to S.H.I.E.L.D. unless absolutely necessary.

The waters in this world were too deep, unfathomably deep, and too terrifying. Donnie always felt a bit apprehensive. He was only causing trouble during this relatively peaceful period. The further it went, the more terrifying it would become, not to mention the strong individuals from various eras in outer space who would gradually awaken from their slumber and seals.

Donnie thought hard for a long time without reaching a conclusion, so he simply drove out and went to the Daily Bugle.

Donnie needed to get some money first, to pay off some of the mortgage, and the rest would be used to repair Optimus Prime. If possible, he also wanted to find a couple of high-end motorcycles, as Optimus Prime alone couldn't carry the burden.

The meeting went smoothly. Donnie went straight to James's office and was warmly welcomed by James. When Donnie brought up the portrait rights fee, James's expression immediately changed. This stingy old man was unwilling to part with a single cent, refusing to budge even when facing a Level 4 mutant, which was quite something.

In the end, James paid Donnie one hundred thousand US dollars.

This small amount of money left Donnie speechless, but it was barely enough. He grudgingly accepted it. Negotiating money with that old scoundrel James was more difficult than killing him directly.

The only regret was not seeing Spider-Man. He didn't know where he had gone.

Donnie drove home and sat on the sofa, seriously considering his expenses. Including his existing savings and the one million from government compensation, it was already a considerable sum of money.

However, paying off the loan in one go would consume more than half of it. If possible, he also wanted to buy a batch of alloys, at least better than Optimus Prime's original material, but that would take some time.

Buzz buzz!

His phone rang. A text message was sent to the phone that he didn't know who had delivered.

The content was only one sentence: Someone wants to kill you!