Marvel's strongest warden

There is no doubt that every doll here represents a person.

This is the spiritual prison of the researchers and security personnel of the Third Institute.

Their blood samples are absorbed into the material, and their spirituality is imprisoned in their hair.

Their dreams are controlled by Mason, and their gnosis is influenced by Mason.

There is a person lurking in the shadows behind them.

That person is Mason.

Mason hasn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

He would enter other people's dreams when they were sleeping.

The entire institute has been almost completely infiltrated by Mason. The most important thing is that Mason saw someone very familiar to him in the dream memories of these people.

Whitehall.

He seemed to be collaborating with Clausewitz Sr. again. The two walked into the elevator together and came to Clausewitz Sr.'s office for a long talk.

"What a tantalizing smell, Whitehall, how long until the Chitauri come to Earth?

In other words, how long will it take?

Only then can I eat you."

Mason opened his eyes and placed the thick books in front of him.

"Let me think about what dangers I may face next and what preparations I should make.

As long as Tony is still alive, there is a possibility that the Ten Rings Gang will attack New York. There is no telling when the Ten Rings Gang will appear in New York.

And the arrival of the Chitauri is really troublesome.

It's time to refine a new batch of goods.

Snacks from the dragon clan, blue rare quality.

Chimera's anger seems to need a little more refinement.

Then, what other medicines are needed now?

By the way, it's the essential oils of those teams. Now it's time to refine some more advanced products for these awesome guys.

Also, my mental power is higher than that of the big boss, but the big boss's mental control seems to come from his mutated soul. As time goes by, he can learn how to use his mental power.

But what about me? The free knowledge I see happens to be the most expensive.

Then I need to find some books from the exchange list to enrich myself and get out of the current predicament.

Let me see if there are any books that can help me use these 30 points of mental power.

Well, I found it. This troll book can help me.

Also, let me take a look at my sin value, which is 4700. The sin value is neither high nor low. This "Troll's Curse of the Gods" requires 5000 sin points. It seems that my chips are not enough.

So do we still need 300 sin points?

It’s been a long time since we punished sin, so let me think about it, who is guilty?”

After talking to himself, Mason opened his eyes again, and his eyes fell on his adopted daughter. Don't get me wrong, in fact, he did not think that his adopted daughter was guilty.

He took out his mobile phone and saw the text message sent to him by Weasley's lawyer. If he read it correctly, there was an ambush targeting clairvoyants tonight.

"In that case..."

Mason threw the phone back in, made the call and said: "Frank, there is an action tonight, I need you and those good guys to catch a group of white mice.

Our place has been idle for too long lately, which is a waste of our precious time resources.”

…

Siberia.

Somewhere in the basement.

Ivan Vanke held his head in pain. His mind was full of the scene when his father Anton died. His lungs and trachea were clogged with phlegm. Due to long-term alcoholism, his body

Already edematous.

The eyes are dull.

But even so, he still looked excited, as if he was having a flashback. What was playing on the old TV in front of him was Stark's news replay, which was the highlight moment when Tony Stark admitted that he was Iron Man.

"That is the glory that should belong to you, my child."

Anton clutched his son's hand tightly. At the peak of his illness, he weighed more than 150 kilograms and was now as skinny as a stick. However, his hand still clutched his son's hand tightly. There was no sign of any

of relaxation.

He looked extremely guilty.

Then he died in his son's arms.

He died in this cold wind howling Siberia, died in this desolate wasteland, died in this unknown basement, without glory or memorial. When his name is mentioned, people will only ask in confusion:

"Anton Vanke, who is that?"

Every time he thought of this, Ivan Vanke held his head and howled like a lone wolf. He took another look at the drawings in front of him. These were the drawings left by his father.

The above is also a drawing of Ark Energy.

It's just that his father didn't create them. He has engraved these drawings in his brain in these more than ten days. What he needs to do now is probably to create them.

Then use this thing to kill Tony Stark and prove to his father that he is no worse than Tony.

A few days ago, he was wearing cotton clothes and driving a pickup truck back with some goods, ready to start making.

Just when he was about to start, suddenly a red alarm began to sound throughout the dark basement, and at the same time, the sound of landmines detonating was heard outside.

Siberian bears can't make this kind of noise.

Although Ivan Vanke didn't know what was going on outside, to be on the safe side, he grabbed a bottle of vodka from under the construction platform, bit off the cap, sprinkled it on the drawings, and threw the lighter on top.

With a "boom", the drawings and the table began to burn!

He then grabbed a shotgun from his side. It was filled with iron sand, which would be unpleasant to hit someone.

Danger is coming.

The nearest town was almost three hours away, and now that it was snowing heavily, he didn't believe anyone would rush in here.

Besides, the mines were buried inside the house, and these people suddenly broke into the house. This is not what guests should do.

It’s not like no one wants to find their father and work for them in recent years.

It's just that most of these people are not very polite.

Moreover, they didn't find it exactly here.

These people seemed to be sharks that smelled blood, and kept walking towards this side, looking for their traces.

Ivan Vanke clenched the shotgun in his hand and hid behind a pillar. His back was a little hot from the flames. It could be heard that those people were well-trained and they quickly cracked him and buried him in the house.

Some of the traps were found right next to the basement door.

Just when Ivan Vanko was waiting for these people to come down from above and "beat" these people hard with his shotgun, he realized that he was wrong.

He is indeed proud of his scientific research, but when it comes to combat, he is still too immature.

No one came down at all. They just dropped a light bomb and a sonic bomb, and then closed the basement door tightly.

Russian swear words.

After Ivan Vanke gave friendly greetings to the close relatives of the person above him, he fainted.