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Frank is softer now.

Of course, this gentleness is only relative.

Billy Russell looks very bad at this time. Mason has seen photos of him and he is a very handsome young man, but now he is not handsome at all.

His bones should be almost completely broken, and it should be considered a semi-medical miracle that he is still alive now.

Mason glanced at Frank and said, "If I were you, I would take a hot bath, have a good meal, and then get a massage."

Because he took the potion, he looked like a dying patient, his face was frighteningly pale, and he even walked a little sluggishly. Mason didn't have the mysterious potion on hand at the moment, so he couldn't help him for the time being.

Erica looked at the bloody scene in front of her and became accustomed to it. She even asked Mason if she needed to press him.

The answer is no.

Mason carried him to the office.

That's his newly built office.

The office looks very empty, with scarlet carpets, comfortable boss chairs, a large solid wood desk, and a sculpture.

On the unpainted wall, there is a big word written in English.

justice.

As for that sculpture, no matter from which angle you look at it, it looks a bit like Mrs. Gao.

Mason moved gently like a caregiver with real professional ethics. He took some painkillers, dissolved them in water, poured them into Billy Russell's mouth, and then tied him to a chair.

"Good night, I wish you a good dream."

He closed the door gently, leaving Billy Russell alone in the office.

To be honest, not even Mason wants to stay in this office.

Even though the sculpture transformed by Mrs. Gao was only a first-level fear halo, it still made him feel depressed.

Here, Billy Russell, should really have a good dream.

Mason hummed an unknown song and came to the prayer room.

In the prayer room in Area D, everything he wants is available.

For example, the brass crucible and electronic scale in front of you.

He is not comfortable with using scales, but he still likes electronic scales.

Weighed a certain amount of licorice, poured lavender essence into the measuring cup, threw an octopus tentacle into the crucible, and then added nine and three-quarters ounces of pure water. He looked like a middle-aged man.

Like a witch, she stood in front of the cauldron brewing a potion.

This is [Restoration Potion], one of the commonly used witchcraft in practical witchcraft. In Mason's view, this potion can both restore blue and be used as a small red bottle.

It's just that the effect is not great.

He has not yet thoroughly studied the thick "Introduction to Occultism", mainly because he is studying at a later stage. Reading this thick book that can kill a cow will also increase his spiritual power.

But if you rush in, it's easy to get lost.

It's better to add some directly.

Mason is not in a hurry now. With the fifteen hundred sin points sponsored by Madam Gao, he is not so tight now.

Looking at the light blue measuring cup inside, Mason sniffed it and took it away in disgust.

This potion doesn't smell bad.

In fact, it still has some fragrance. If you add alcohol, patchouli and other materials to it and dilute it, maybe it will become a good perfume.

But concentrated perfume is not a pleasant smell.

"Luckily I don't have to drink this stuff."

He held this thing and walked outside, and saw Agent Ward "passing by" again.

He seems to be everywhere,

Mason looked at him and reminded him kindly: "Hey, man, if I were you, I wouldn't wander around here when it's almost night. This is a mental hospital, and there might be a perverted murderer locked up in any ward."

In order to show his sense of humor, Mason also put down the medicine in his hand, made a gesture of pulling a chainsaw, and made a sound of pulling a chainsaw into his mouth.

Seeing that Ward was not smiling, Mason picked up the potion out of boredom and walked through the corridor.

"You are so boring, Agent Ward. Be happy. Girls like boys who laugh."

Ward's eyes fell on Mason's hand, and he also smelled the rich fragrance.

He didn't think Mason's action just now was funny, he could feel it.

That was a death threat.

He is threatening himself.

If he continues to be blatantly monitored like this, a murderer with a chainsaw may actually kill him one day.

He is an agent, and observing people's emotions is a required course for him, so he knows that Mason is an extremely dangerous person.

Ward felt that he was not normal.

Beneath the calm exterior, there are turbulent waves.

At this time, Mason, who had been marked as extremely dangerous by Ward, knocked on the door of the medical room. When he opened it, he saw Frank holding a stapler-like skin stapler in his hand to sew up a shallow superficial wound.

This was undoubtedly painful, but Frank's face showed no expression.

Mason handed him the medicine in his hand and said: "I am a hospital here, you know a hospital? I am also the director of four private hospitals, and I have the best family doctors here!

You think your injuries are so serious that me helping you will bankrupt me? I have health insurance, Frank, so you don’t have to save money for me.”

But what does his health insurance have to do with Frank?

Frank didn't pay attention to Mason's slight slip of the tongue.

He handed Mason the potion and drank it in one gulp. Mason pulled him to suture it. After the suturing, Frank suddenly asked: "Can I have a drink?"

"certainly."

Mason did not take him to Bob's pub this time. Instead, he found the "water of life" from the prayer room and gave him some. However, if he was drunk to death, his daughter would have to support Mason himself.

He added a lot of tomato juice to it.

"Have a drink."

He poured himself a glass of wolfberry water, sat on the ground and motioned for him to drink it. After Frank drank the cocktail in the glass again, he took out the pocket watch in his pocket and gently stroked the mug shot inside.

Tough and tender!

Mason, on the other hand, drank the hot water in the cup one sip at a time and sat here with him.

…

William Rollins, Frank's superior on the battlefield in Afghanistan, came back and became the CIA's latest rookie with a bright future.

But at this moment, the one-eyed agent's face was gloomy. Especially after he spoke to the drug lord blacksmith, his expression became even more violent. He suppressed his displeasure and drove back to his manor.

He belongs to the group of "bringing money into the group" and has a strong background. It was he who led Frank and his team to carry out Operation Cerberus in Afghanistan, using the bodies of fallen soldiers to transport illegal drugs.

During an operation, he made a "command error" and the entire team was almost wiped out. Frank, who emerged from the bloody battle, was so angry that he gave him a slap on the face.

Blow out one of his eyes.

He also organized the killing of Frank, and of course Frank was aware of their business.

It also means repaying one's revenge.

Now he has completely cleared his name and landed ashore through the capital behind him. Even this eye has become a symbol of his meritorious service on the battlefield in Afghanistan.

It's just that he is extremely angry now.

Because one of his dogs is gone.