Marvel's strongest warden

Harry stood in front of the door of the nursing home, panting nervously. His forehead was covered with sweat, dripping down his temples. His violent heartbeat made him keep opening his mouth to breathe.

Just like a drowning fish.

The security guard sat in his security booth and looked at the big boy at the door with curiosity. He didn't look like a police detective at all.

The security guard still had a pencil and a newspaper in his hand. He was playing a crossword puzzle. The pie in the morning was too salty. He got himself a glass of water. He didn't speak until the boy in front of him walked in from the door.

"Hi, this is a sanatorium. It's very dangerous. You can't come in without permission."

He said loudly, Harry Osborne looked here, tried to calm down and said: "I am looking for Mason Clausewitz, is he here?"

"Of course he is here. Do you have an appointment?"

The security guard at the door asked in a dialect with a strong Mexican accent. Harry shook his head and said that he had no reservation. The security guard asked him to wait outside the door while he called Mason for instructions.

After a while, he stuck his head out of the open glass window and waved, "Son, you can go in, but the car must stay outside.

He is waiting for you in the office, and someone will take you there shortly."

Harry tightened his grip on his clothes and nodded. In fact, he didn't want to wait for a second and wanted to break in. However, after seeing the person who came to guide him, Harry gave up his nonsense idea.

This man looked like a Siberian brown bear whose fur had not yet faded, with a full face of yellow beard. After looking condescendingly at Harry at the door, he turned around and waved, "Follow me."

Harry followed the strong man obediently, looking very well-behaved.

As for Mason, who was asked to see him, when he came back, he had a glass of Glitter and Coke and sat alone in his office.

Looking at the surveillance video at the door, Mason's eyes stayed on the police car.

"It's terrible."

He said to himself that after making a phone call, he sat calmly on the sofa.

After Kurt was injected with the antidote, he temporarily had an academic exchange with the big boss, and Frank sat beside them.

Of course he couldn't understand the academic issues the two people were talking about, and he didn't need to understand them.

What Frank needs is just to shoot Professor Kurt in the head when he has some thoughts that he shouldn't have and shouldn't have, such as leaving or running away.

Just a flower blooming.

He believed that a person who had been a military doctor would not have any bad thoughts at this time. This was not rational at all.

This is indeed the case.

When Professor Kurt looked at Frank, there was always a kind of fear in his eyes, as if he were looking at a madman who was not restrained and taking medication.

He has also participated in mutual aid groups and has met many veterans. People like them always have problems of one kind or another. Most of them are psychologically related to physical problems. War sequelae are already common among veterans who have been on the battlefield.

one of the diseases.

Even Professor Kurt is often awakened by nightmares at night, dreaming of landmines exploding next to him, blowing up his teammates into a mosaic.

So now he didn't want to irritate the strong man next to him at all. He moved a small stool and sat there to bask in the sun and clean his gun without saying anything.

He was afraid that after provoking this strong man, he would die innocently.

…

Mason met the embarrassed little Harry. Facing the billionaire's child, Mason tried his best to make his expression gentler and his tone softer. Perhaps he was like a big bad wolf coaxing children?

He personally brought a glass of gin to little Harry and said: "My child, it seems that you have grown up. Listen to your panicked heartbeat. Don't worry. No one can hurt you here. Maybe you need a glass of gin to calm down."

?”

Little Harry subconsciously took the gin in his hand, put it aside and said hastily: "Mr. Mason, it was my father who asked me to come to you.

He needs your help.

He, he became another kind of..."

Just when Harry was racking his brains to describe the Green Goblin to Mason, Mason had already turned on the TV. The TV screen was divided into two halves, with the left part showing live news reports.

Above is the beautiful actress of the CBS News Department. It is said that she has gossip with several wealthy people. Now she is leading her own camera team to broadcast outside the cordon.

Even if they can't enter the cordon, they can still see from the gaps in the human wall that the cordon is now a mess, with uncoagulated plasma, black body bags, and corpses stuffed one after another.

Got in and shipped out.

The originally flat land was pockmarked by bombs, and the burning car wreckage was extinguished by firefighting water, billowing black smoke.

It's shocking to see.

On the right side of the TV screen, there are live scenes shot by some young men who were not afraid of death with their mobile phones in the distance with trembling hands last night.

After they filmed the scene, they uploaded it to their own YouTube homepage, hoping to use these videos to increase their followers.

Although the video was shaky and blurry, it did not affect Harry and Mason's ability to see the footage. In the footage, a weirdo in green clothes was constantly killing others.

"If my guess is correct, this person is your father, Norman Osborne, right?

If it's really him, then I'm sorry, maybe neither you nor I can save him, unless he didn't kill dozens of policemen last night.

Or maybe he didn't hurt General Ross.

To take a step back, if your face had not been spotted by others last night, no one would have suspected that the Green Goblin was related to you.

Of course, the most important thing is that if I were you, I would lie obediently by the wall right now, with my hands up, to ensure that every move I make will not be regarded as a provocation by people outside.

Son, I really don’t know what you’re thinking, you dare to drive an NYPD car to come to me.

Next time, be sure to remember that NYPD cars are equipped with locating devices. If you steal their car, they will definitely find you.

Follow my example and lie down on the wall, they should be here soon."

He naturally lay on the wall, exposing his hands to what could be seen outside the window. At the same time, he gave some instructions into the headset, and Skye saw a group of masked armed men carrying

She walked to Area F and hid in the dungeon.

Little Harry looked at Mason lying on the wall, a little at a loss as to what was going on. Mason turned to look at him and said: "Hey, kid, don't be nervous, it will be fine.

Lie down here like me, otherwise, you will be slapped against the wall and your face will be broken, believe me.

They will not be merciful at this time, oh, listen, they are coming!"

Harry listened carefully and heard a buzzing sound coming from outside the window. When he reacted, he saw the laser shining on his heart and forehead.

"NYPD, NYPD, people inside, put down their weapons immediately, put their hands where we can see, repeat, NYPD..."

Listening to the loudspeaker coming from outside, Mason looked at Harry and said: "Kid, don't be afraid, just lie down here. It seems we are lucky. The first one to come is the NYPD. It seems we won't have to suffer much."

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