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After hearing the accusation, Mason said to Agent Hannah: "If you say that, then I'm afraid I'm about to reveal the secret of our business.

But it seems to me that if I can't say anything today, you won't let me go, right?

Well, it seems so, so I might as well say it.

In fact, this is just a little trick and psychological comfort. My customer, the Mr. Norman Osborne you mentioned, told me unswervingly that he was haunted by a demon.

You know, I'm not a Catholic or a Christian, and I don't really believe in these things.

But I can't tell others exactly what I said. Do you want me to tell Mr. Osborne, 'Oh, forgive me Mr. Osborne. You know, there are no demons in this world. I suspect there is something wrong with your brain.

'.

Did you send the other person away immediately?

Impossible, Miss Agent, no one has a grudge against money.

Mr. Osborne is a big customer."

Agent Hannah didn't seem satisfied when she heard Mason's fluent answer. She dug out her phone and picked out a photo, which turned out to be the Jesus fish that Mason had painted with holy salt in Harry's bedroom.

"You don't recognize this, right? This is the famous Jesus fish. You can even use a picture to identify this photo. Just google it.

Do you want me to teach you how to use this?"

Mason said in a surprised tone. Agent Hannah avoided Mason's hand and said, "Of course we know this. If you remember anything, remember to make this call."

She watched Mason's every move closely when he was talking. As long as he had the slightest flaw, she could tell.

She is very confident in her eyes.

This time she didn't see anything, so she gave Mason a business card. After taking it, Mason glanced at it, remembered the phone number on it, and tore up the business card after leaving.

The Green Goblin was caught in the prison van and taken away. Mason stood at the door with his arms folded and watched them leave. Soon someone came to contact him. These people were affiliated units of Osborne Industrial Group and a construction company. They came

Probing Mason's losses.

"There is no need to apply for insurance," said the red-faced leader, who seemed to have some alcoholic liver disease, "we will reimburse everything."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work."

Mason said meaningless nonsense. He was leaning against the door now. He didn't know what he was thinking. All those clairvoyants and Kingpins had been sucked dry. Now he had finally collected 5100 sin points.

He even felt a little boring and uninteresting.

This crime value was too little for him. The Green Goblin killed General Ross as soon as he appeared. This was something he didn't expect. No matter who it was, he killed a country's military general and radical spokesperson on the street.

Became a lizard man.

He will pay the price for it.

He has no thoughts of snatching people away from the military and SHIELD.

He took out a cigarette. Nicotine has a calming and soothing effect. This was not something he intended to smoke himself, but something he intended to give to Harry Osborn.

Harry has what he needs, not the sin points, but a little more useful than the sin points.

"Mr. Mason."

This poor kid was released from S.H.I.E.L.D. He looked like he was having a very bad life these days. Perhaps because of the torture, this poor kid had a lot of pimples on his face, dark circles under his eyes, and heavy pimples.

He probably didn't get a good night's sleep.

"Smoking?"

Mason handed the tobacco to Harry. Harry took the tobacco and wanted to take a sip, but found that he had no matches. When he looked at Mason, he found that Mason smiled at him.

"Children can't smoke this kind of thing, just hold it in their mouth for fun."

Mason said boredly, "So, Harry, why did you come to me? Obviously, your father doesn't need me now.

So should you."

Harry stood aside, he was also confused. For him, everything was supported by his father. He didn't need to worry about other things, and he never got involved in the management of Osborn Industries, so for him,

In the past, in the future, there was always someone in front of him, carrying him together.

But now, that person is gone.

The future is uncertain.

He felt so scared that he didn't even know who to go to.

In his mind, there was only what his father said to him at that time.

"Go to Mason, Harry, go to Mason."

So even after he was released, he did not choose to go home immediately, but came here to look for Mason.

Mason looked at the helpless child, took out some money from himself and said: "Take this money and leave before it gets dark.

It's not that safe here. You have to believe me on this. If you are kidnapped here, believe me, you, with your delicate skin and tender flesh, will not be able to endure such suffering."

After finishing speaking, Mason planned to go back to his office, leaving poor Harry here, holding the money in his hand and walking around.

After a while, he gritted his teeth and followed. He didn't know why, but his father's words were in his mind now, and he felt that Mason could help him.

Over the years, a strong father has had a subtle influence on him.

Before he knew it, a father fell down and he needed a strong person to tell him where to go.

Mason had just sat down in his seat. He was very aware of the footsteps behind him, but he did not stop. Mason took out a carving knife, pushed down everything on his desk, and carved words on it.

.

This is a mysterious prayer text, suitable for signing contracts!

Harry stood in a dilemma at the door. After Mason finished carving out the contract, he blew a breath and blew all the information on the table, then waved to him and said: "Child, come in."

Seeing Harry sitting in front of him, Mason stood in front of him, put his hands on his shoulders and said, "Child, are you feeling confused?"

He motioned for Harry to stand up, searched him carefully, and found no monitor on him, and then continued: "So, kid, I can help you, what are you willing to pay for it?"

“What are you willing to pay for this?”

He was obviously taken aback. After he came to his senses, he said, "I can give you money, a lot of money."

"You're wrong, Harry. It's not about money. It's never been about money. I'm not helping you for money. I'm not that superficial.

Harry, ask yourself, do you really have nothing but money?"

The young man was asked by Mason, and even his eyes were full of questions. He looked at Mason, and Mason looked at him with encouraging eyes and said to him: "Okay, let's put it this way, I will help you, and you will help."

Me, Harry!

I can help you this time, so how should you repay me?

We're friends, right, Harry, so you help me and I'll help you."

Listening to Mason's barrage of questions, Harry was completely stuck. He was speechless for a long time before saying: "So, Mr. Mason, how can I help you?"

"this."

He pulled Harry to the table, pointed at the table and said, "After signing this contract, we will face the next thing together."