Marvel's strongest warden

Mason, Harry Osborn, and Phil Coulson were sitting in a small restaurant. The owner was a Mexican. Mason liked the Mexican tacos here.

Although I don’t know if Mexico really has a delicacy like tacos, and whether this delicacy is authentic.

But this does not affect Mason's appetite.

There was a large pot of seafood soup in front of him. The portion was very generous. Mason held a spoon and methodically took a mouthful of seafood soup and a mouthful of Mexican tortillas.

Next to him, Harry Osborn was so nervous that he couldn't say anything. He sat stiffly in the booth, secretly glancing at Mason from time to time, and constantly making various small movements with his hands to relieve his panic.

Coulson watched all this with a smile.

He knows where his breakthrough point is.

The breakthrough in all this is the young Harry Osborne in front of him.

He could absolutely use words to draw out the answers he wanted from Harry's mouth. Sometimes, the truth, lies, and unspoken words were all part of the puzzle.

Putting all these pieces together, you get an interesting answer.

After watching Mason swallow the last bite of food and wipe his mouth with a napkin, Colson said with a smile: "Don't be nervous, you two. I'm not here to interrogate, I just want to talk to you."

"Of course, I know, I understand."

He waved to the waiter again, ordered another salad, and then said: "If you want to ask this poor kid anything, just ask.

I won't interrupt, this is between you.

By the way, what do you want to eat? I've arranged the meal today, I'm here to treat you, you're welcome."

"Well, thank you."

Coulson said politely that he had actually investigated Mason several times. SHIELD's strength was not weak. Since the end of the war, SHIELD has grown into a behemoth after so many years of development.

If someone personified it, it might be a black shadow beast, projecting the shape of a Hydra under the sunlight.

Coulson investigated a lot of information, some of which was hidden by others. It was Gartler's hands and feet. He didn't know who hid it.

Some others were discovered by him.

It was these things that were investigated that made Colson feel that he seemed to have seen icebergs floating over. The icebergs above the sea occupied the volume below, which was several times, or dozens of times, larger than what he saw now.

.

Mason definitely has a lot of secrets.

He calmed down his mood a little and began to ask Harry. Mason reached out to take the plate and put the vegetable salad into his mouth with a fork. He didn't know what sauce they added to it. This salad was too sour and spicy.

, Mason grabbed the cup next to him and put water into his mouth.

During this period of time, Harry, the silly kid, had been tricked into saying a lot by Coulson. His words were very interesting, and there were some counter-routines in the tricks. After Harry was tricked into it, he had no idea at all.

I found that the rhythm of my conversation had been controlled by Coulson.

But speaking of it, there is really no way for a senior agent to target a child.

Listening to Harry being asked to reveal his underwear, Mason finally coughed, interrupted all the questioning, and said to Coulson: "I'm so sorry, the food here is really too spicy.

Yes, my throat feels a little uncomfortable.

Do you mind if I clear my throat?"

There was nothing strange on Colson's face. He nodded and said, "No problem, Mr. Mason."

After Mason wiped his mouth carefully again, he threw the napkin in his hand on the table, played with the drained cup and said: "So, Agent Coulson, who are you from the FBI?

I ask myself that I am not guilty. I am here to cooperate with your investigation.

But at the beginning, you neither showed me your investigation order nor showed me your ID. Even the police officer, you were the one interrogating us from the beginning to the end.

This doesn't quite follow the rules.

You know, sometimes, there are always people who like to get hung up on a little bit of procedure. I think if I were to file a lawsuit, you would be in a lot of trouble, right?

If you are really an FBI agent, dealing with two rich people without procedures is not an excellent choice. Of course, if you are not the FBI, you are some other organization.

This trick actually works.

In other words, you can transcend the laws of this country and control your own destiny.

So guess what, would those big figures in Congress allow such a thing to happen?

I think you know their greed better than I do. They are all stupid monsters who don't know what full food is.

They will not allow an organization with no obligations to exercise power in their land."

Mason seemed to be saying something commonplace, but Coulson felt his malice.

Others usually move out of their own backstage to show weakness and to cover up their own weakness and incompetence.

But he noticed that the Mason opposite was not like this. He said this because he wanted to save trouble, or he was restraining himself.

He subconsciously uses these social rules to restrain himself.

This feeling is terrible. Coulson has seen people like this more than once.

Such a person is actually very dangerous. This shows that he is not confident in himself. What is he suppressing?

Colson's thoughts were never shown on his face. Just as he was thinking, his headset rang, and then he seemed to have received some order. He handed the tablet in his hand to Mason and said, "Mason

Sir, do you know this man?"

Mason took the tablet and saw the photo on it.

This is Frank Castle, but it's an old photo of him in the Marine Corps. At this time, Frank still looked a little green. Next to him stood his old boss, the colonel he killed.

When receiving the tablet, Mason actually thought of a lot. As long as he admitted that he knew Frank, SHIELD could definitely use the following information to find Rollins and find the chip David Lieberman.

Find out what role he played in it.

But, so what?

Neither the Department of Homeland Security nor the CIA will allow this matter to be overturned. This scandal has been buried in Rollins' coffin and completely disappeared after his death.

No one was allowed to reveal this matter. With the nail nailed on Rollins' coffin, this matter completely became history.

Mason asked Coulson if he could swipe the screen to continue looking at photos of his employees.

Colson's expression froze.

He was still smiling, but there was no feeling of joy in his eyes. For him, smiling was an instinct, a natural reaction of the facial muscles.

Mason on the opposite side admitted that this was his person, which he expected, but this was also the worst thing he wanted to know.

He admitted it so simply.

He doesn't care about these things anymore?

Looking at Mason, Colson tried hard to observe Mason's expression carefully, but what was not good was that all he saw on Mason's face was happiness. He seemed to be really happy, no matter from the muscles on his face,

Or in terms of expression.

Mason put down the tablet in his hand without Coulson's permission.

As if he heard something, he looked up at the TV hanging opposite, waved to the waiter and said, "Can you please turn up the volume on the TV?"

Oh, thank you."

Coulson heard the voice on the TV and turned his head subconsciously to see the live broadcast on the TV.