At this moment, Deathstroke drifted through the high skies like a cloud. After leaving Wakanda, he headed north at an unhurried pace and slowly flew over Latveria.
This country lay on the Balkan Peninsula, bordering Serbia and Hungary. Its environment could only be called mediocre. It had no valuable natural resources, no special cultural sites or historical monuments, and had once been a small agricultural nation.
If not for Doctor Doom, it might never have developed. The "Powder Keg of the Balkans" was no empty name. Without a powerful leader, it was basically impossible to stay out of trouble here.
But Su Ming had not come to reminisce about history today. He was merely taking in the scenery while checking whether the civilians left behind had rebelled after Doom took people into Cosmic to pioneer other planets.
Apparently not. Everything here remained as it had been. The common people could not tell the difference between Doom himself and Doom Bots. The moment they saw an armored figure in a green robe, they had no further doubts.
Latveria's main population consisted of Gypsies. These people were naturally freedom-loving, and were famous for producing thieves, swindlers, and witches. Everyone in the world knew that.
As an aside, since Gypsies had originally been a nomadic people, going into space to pursue great voyages was actually right up their alley.
After Doom came to power, he had manipulated things from the shadows. There was still a puppet king on the surface, but after so many years, the citizens here had more or less realized who the country's true ruler was.
Doctor Doom had an extremely harsh set of laws. Anyone who stole in Latveria would receive thirty lashes even for stealing a needle. The more they stole, the harsher their sentence. If they stole