Marvel's strongest warden

Harry stared at the table in front of him. There were many things painted on the table. It seemed to have a human face. Under the face, there should be a brass scale. On one side was Harry's name and on the other side was Mason's.

name.

Under this brass scale was a bison skull, with many messy words engraved on it. What made him feel even more uneasy was that when Harry looked at these words, he felt that these words seemed to be naughty.

Like a child, he is constantly twisting.

He couldn't recognize the words at all.

"What on earth are these?"

He looked at Mason, who patiently explained to him: "This is a fair contract, also called a blood contract, and the scale you see is the scale of the goddess of fairness.

The face above is the face of the God of Contract. His eyes. Have you noticed his eyes?

He has insect-like compound eyes, which means that no matter what it is, as long as a contract is made in front of him, it will not escape his eyes.

The bison skull at the bottom is the symbol of the United States.

Boy, this represents territory.

So, do you want to make a contract with me? If you want, start it, you will get my friendship, and I will get yours."

Mason threw a small knife in front of him, and it fell on the table with a "thud" sound, which made little Harry tremble all over.

He raised his head and found that the wizard Mason was looking at him quietly, waiting for his reply.

Harry Northman knew that if he signed this contract today, the trajectory of his life might change.

So he grabbed the knife in his hand with trembling hands, cut his palm, and dripped blood on the table.

The same goes for Mason.

He bit his palm and dripped blood on the table. The table, which had been protected by the gods, was not broken by Mason's blood. His blood and Harry's blood gathered together, and finally fell on the brass scale.

The top is solidified.

The face of the God of Contract on the brass scale seemed to be alive, and he opened his mouth to absorb all the blood.

In the end, the entire table was clean and empty of anything. Harry's hand was still dripping with blood. He felt as if he was in a dream, but the stinging pain in his hand reminded him that all of this was real.

Mason looked at his hand that was still bleeding, frowned and said: "Kid, it seems like you really don't have any experience, your knife was too deep.

You need stitches, oh damn, let me bandage you first.

Fortunately you didn't cut your nerves, otherwise it would have been really bad, I don't have a surgeon like Dr. Sturrange here."

Mason took him to bandage the wound and sewed a few stitches before returning to the office. Mason made him a cup of coffee without sugar or milk. It was so bitter that even Mason was unwilling to drink it, and placed it in front of him.

"So Harry, you came to me because of your father?"

Harry nodded nervously, and Mason looked at him and said, "What do you think will happen to him, being locked in a dark cage all his life?

Or died of a disease that never existed?

Or are you afraid of your unknown future? Do you feel like your eyes are full of fog and you can’t see the future clearly?”

Listening to Mason's words, Harry, the young man, buried his face in his hands and curled himself up between his legs and knees, his body shaking constantly.

I don't know if he is really crying.

Mason stepped forward and hugged his shoulders and said: "But don't worry, things are not that bad. Believe me, for people like your father, neither the military nor SHIELD will kill him.

Especially when he still has a lot of good things in his hands.

Pumpkin bombs don't matter, but the high-tech armor, personal equipment, and skateboard on him are all good things.

There are quite a few people who want these things. Also, do you think the military really doesn’t want the lizard potion and the green devil potion?

No, Harry, let me tell you, these are the reasons for your father to save his life. He killed someone, but whether it is the military or the congressmen, they can always find clever ways to save your father.

As long as he offers the exchange those people want, he will be free.

Limited freedom."

Under Mason's constant coaxing, little Harry finally calmed down. He removed his face from his hands and looked at Mason. Mason's eyes turned red when he looked at him.

So he sighed and said to Harry: "Also, Harry, you should know.

Those old foxes at Osborne Industries are indeed powerful, but your father is not unprepared for anything.

If I'm not wrong, he has already prepared a team of lawyers to deal with this situation. You will be the next generation leader of Osborne Industries. There is no doubt about it, but after you become the leader

, what you encounter will be the worst scene you can imagine.

These include, but are not limited to, the management under you taking advantage of others, betraying intelligence, and alienating the upper management.

It also includes other shareholders who question you, doubt your ability, and refute your claims face to face.

There will also be shareholders who will begin to question the capabilities of Osborne Industries because of your lack of capabilities. Your stock price will plummet, and talents and engineers will leave Osborne Industries.

These are all possible, and perhaps the once huge Osborne Industry will be separated and disintegrated overnight."

Harry's thoughts were following Mason's, but the more he deduced, the more frightened he became, feeling that everything in front of him was dark, and he could hardly see the future.

"What should I do? What should I do?"

Harry unknowingly grabbed Mason's clothes and tried hard to embed his fingers into Mason's muscles - we all know that is impossible, even if he holds a dagger in his hand,

It can't penetrate Mason's muscles.

Mason grabbed his hand and said: "I said, you help me, I help you, I can help you with the company. Now, call and tell me, who is your father's lawyer?"

Call him and ask him to determine what your father’s back-up plan is!

Also, don’t panic, everything is not at its most sad and helpless stage yet, the most important thing for us now is to stay calm, do you understand?"

Harry nodded, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and started making calls.

Mason stood aside, found some oolong tea, and started making tea. Every word he said did not deceive Harry. This was indeed the case. The Green Goblin Osborn would not be punished. He had a good grasp of it.

There are too many cards.

But Mason doesn't know whether he will really escape.

It was as if he didn't know that Hill, as a representative of SHIELD, personally came outside the interrogation room and saw the Green Goblin's scarlet eyes inside.

"Want to know the antidote to the lizard potion? Yes, as long as you help me kill Mason, I will tell you.

Oh, maybe I'm not just telling you the antidote, I can also skateboard the Green Goblin, is that what you call it?

I will also tell you the construction technology of this thing.

Again, as long as you help me kill Mason, it's all yours!

How about this business? Is this deal a good deal? You can get so many benefits with just one person's life. Think about it. We can really help each other on a deeper level. You can help me kill people.

I will help you create more weapons so that your enemies will tremble when they hear your name. I can make you the king of the world!"