Marvel's strongest warden

"If I work for you, of course, I mean if," Ivan Vanke stood in front of Mason, wiped the corners of his bleeding lips with the back of his hand and said, "What kind of treatment will I get? And

,what will you do?"

Mason lightly touched his lips to the drink in the cup, put the cup down and said: "I will provide you with funds, materials, and some crazy scientists like you. They may be physicists or scientists.

A biologist, maybe an evil biochemist, who knows.

Who knows what kind of sparks will come out when the doors collide with each other.

By the way, if you work for me, I will not get involved in your personal life, I mean, any private life, as long as it does not destroy my hard work."

"You've got me somewhat convinced, Mason."

Ivan Vanke continued, he licked his lips and said: "Go on, I'm really almost convinced by you."

Mason sat upright on the chair and continued: "The reason why you work for me is very simple. I am the only one who can help you.

We all know that you have never given up on your desire to retaliate against Tony Stark. Anyone who dares to hire you will not know this information. Who do you think would offend a man with great hands and eyes for a person of uncertain value?

, a billionaire who doesn’t even give the senator face?

Hammer Military Industries, oh? Man, we all know what kind of garbage Hammer Military Industries is. Its leader, Justin Hammer, is a complete idiot. You know, the missiles and supporting systems they sell

Produced by Stark Industries.,

These idiots don't even have a good algorithm. If you follow them, can you really bring down Stark Industries?

Please, wake up, man.

Even if Stark Industries is about to die, it is still a lion mauled to death by a hyena, a useless rat like Hammer Industries, which is not even qualified to lick the blood of a lion.

Do you think what I said is right?"

Mason asked, Ivan Vanke looked at Mason from above and said: "If I work for you, then if you answer me directly, will you stop me from taking revenge?"

After hearing Ivan Vanko's question, Mason said: "Although I don't like homomorphic revenge, after all, it is a barbarian method, but then I thought about it, yes, I am a barbarian to begin with.

Okay, Ivan Vanke, if you think killing him is the best way, then you go ahead and kill him, but first, you have to work for me.

Also, if you die, you are dead and I will not avenge you.

You know, we are not blood relatives, and I will not give blood for blood or tooth for tooth for you."

"Reasonable."

Ivan Vanke said, he suddenly waved his fist and hit Mason hard on the face. Looking at Mason who was motionless, Ivan Vanke had a painful expression on his face, and he unconsciously put his hands behind his back.

He felt like he had punched the granite, and Ivan Vanke was sure that his phalanges were definitely broken.

"What a monster."

He said to himself in his heart, but what he said in his mouth was: "Very good, we are even, when can I start working."

Mason took out a wet wipe, wiped his face carefully and said: "It depends on when they come to see me, but I suggest you take a good rest these days to recuperate.

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I will find some information for you to read."

After Mason finished speaking, he called a carer with a sinister face from outside and took him out. He sat still on the chair and took a look at his guilt value.

【6300】

Lena's sins have been extracted, but Mason has no intention of letting her out.

Just close it first.

He redeemed the book "The Curse of the Troll God" that he had long been optimistic about. Mason looked at the redemption progress bar. It seemed that this time the translation and transcoding would take an hour.

"It is also a 5000-sin level occult book, but the translation of this Troll's Curse of the Gods takes so much longer than that of Dragon Potion.

So, is its content more profound than Dragon Potion, or is it simply more in quantity?"

Mason didn't know that the waiting time was boring. Mason took out his alchemy book and began to study it.

It has to be said that Mason still has not been able to refine one of the goals of alchemy, the Philosopher's Stone.

"Mercury, gold, salt, pure water..."

Mason grabbed a notebook and started making calculations. Many people said that alchemy was the blueprint of modern chemistry, but Mason knew that if he really used chemistry to treat these mystical sciences, he would probably create a big mess.

"Is it really so difficult for you to refine the Philosopher's Stone?"

Mason wrote a lot of words on his notebook. He obviously used a pen, but when the ink fell on the notebook and connected into a formula, the notebook he wrote on began to disappear.

Disappeared under Mason's hand.

…

In a military base.

The young soldier rubbed his hands. The Green Goblin opposite didn't seem to be willing to cooperate with their questions. He wanted to give him something good more than once, but Hill had been behind the glass these days.

She should be a busy person. People like her have endless things to do and endless chores to do every day.

This person should stay for a day and then leave.

But no.

Maria Hill didn't leave as he imagined, so he had a lot of good tricks that he couldn't use on the bastard in front of him.

Hill stood behind the glass with his arms folded, and suddenly called him out and said, "I think we should invite Mr. Mason to come over."

"Huh? Sorry, what are you talking about?"

The young military Hydra lurker put his hand around his ear, indicating that he did not understand what she was saying. Hill took out the tablet behind his waist. Well, no one knew her.

She was carrying a tablet behind her waist, and it was there anyway - after tapping on it, she handed the tablet to the young officer.

"It was our observation that his son, Harry Osborne, once said that Mason Clausewitz had been the family psychiatrist of his father, Norman Osborne.

We investigated Mason Clausewitz and found that he was indeed an excellent psychologist, so I recommended that he come and have a good look at Mr. Norman Osborne. After all, we also discovered that Norman

Mr. Osborne's mental state is not very normal.

Let his psychiatrist come and it might have good results."

After listening to Hill's words, the young officer returned the tablet to Hill and said to her: "If you still insist, then okay, let's go get someone over now?"

He looked at Hill, hoping for some advice.

Agent Hill smiled and said: "This is the freedom of your military and has nothing to do with me."

The young Hydra smiled at Hill and went out to report.

…

As for Mason, he finally knows why the Troll God Curse took so long to be translated.

This book, how should I put it, if this page of the book seems like a wall, and there are more than a hundred pages, then it is understandable that the translation and transcoding will take a long time.

Trolls have words, but this book does not need words, because everything on it is a picture. Trolls believe in natural gods, and they formulate personalities of natural gods. Every page has the appearance of a god.

What Mason has to do now is to carry these gods on his back!