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Ward could swear to God that he was here to ease the relationship, and he even brought news that the military might come looking for Mason in exchange for his trust.

Clearly, Gartler senses Mason's value.

This young man is obviously more valuable than his father.

With Ward's previous experience, Frank didn't want to go in at all, and he stood aside until Mason's voice came from inside.

"This is really ****." A dirty curse, but for some reason, both Ward and Frank breathed a sigh of relief when they heard Mason's voice.

"Come in, the door is unlocked, remember to come in and close the door."

The door was opened, and when Ward entered, he peeked at the Red Dragon Queen.

The Red Dragon Queen disappeared without knowing when.

There is nothing at the door.

Clean and tidy.

In the office, Mason sat on his boss's chair with his eyes closed. He looked a little tired, as if he was going to sleep.

Ward's eyes fell on the office. There was nothing in the office, even the TV that was usually turned on was turned off.

"What do you want from me?"

Mason opened his eyes, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. Ward only felt that there seemed to be a malicious eye in front of him, and he shuddered involuntarily.

"What do you want from me?"

Mason repeated the question before Ward reacted. He looked at Mason and said: "The military is coming to find you. They think you are psychiatrist Norman Osborne, so they plan to ask you to go over and calm him down.

After all, General Ross can't keep turning into a lizard man, and their patience is running out."

The corners of Mason's mouth turned upward, which seemed to indicate that he was smiling. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Ward felt that Mason at this time had no human touch.

He really seemed to be a sculpture, no different from the sculptures in his office. It was terrifyingly cold.

Ward didn't know why, but he didn't want to get close to this place at all. He wanted to escape, and the danger was warning him.

Mason seemed to notice this scene, and he said to Ward: "Get out, I understand.

Tell Gartler that I will meet him, and he will decide the time, but the place can only be here!"

Ward left here, and after watching his figure disappear, Frank grabbed his pistol and said, "You are not normal now."

After taking a look at the pistol, Mason said nonchalantly: "Oh, no, Frank, the bullets are useless to me. You should know that, but I'm fine now. After all, I peeked at the gods from the front. It's normal to have some sequelae."

After Mason finished speaking, he brought himself a cup of hot cocoa and asked, "Want one too?"

"I thought only my daughter would like this."

Frank refused coldly and said.

Hearing about the little girl from the Frank family, Mason rarely showed a genuine smile. He remembered that cute little girl. She had soft long hair, light gold, and the color of her eyes was exactly the same as Frank's.

Soft and waxy.

This may be one of Mason's intellectual anchors. He stood up, and his whole body radiated warmth, as if the sculpture had become a living person.

He coughed a little and said, "You came to me and you have done what I asked you to do? Send her away?"

"Of course, the three teams and most of the people were sent to Southeast Asia, where there are Hand strongholds. Erica asked me to tell you, it only takes one month, or two months, she can

Sweep and tidy up the entire hand.

At the same time, they have not been left behind in their actions against your father."

Mason hummed. Erica had fallen silent since her last action. In New York, Mason didn't need her. The island country in Southeast Asia was one of the major bases of the Hand.

Mason needs her to bring most of her power to the Hand's lair and wipe out everything.

It seems that now, the action has begun.

Mason continued to cough, and Frank frowned and said, "You don't look good now. You don't look like someone who will get sick."

"Of course I'm not alive, and you'd better not know what I'm coughing out."

He stretched out the hand that covered his mouth, revealing the saplings inside.

"This looks even worse and a little disgusting. Mason, you look more and more like a human being. I think I really need to put a bullet in your head."

Mason placed the sapling on the table and watched it grow two legs like a living person and run around on the table, looking very happy.

He sneered at Frank's statement and said: "Be careful, they are not as cute and harmless as you look. They will burrow into your body, absorb your blood, and then grow and reproduce.

Give it enough time and this place will become a dead zone."

"This doesn't sound good. If you go crazy, won't the world be destroyed by you?"

"Destruction? Believe me, this is not funny at all, nor is it possible. A young sapling can be crushed to death by a child. When it is parasitic on others, it has no fighting power. You can kill it cruelly.

Pull it out, throw it to the ground and crush it to death.

Only when it reaches adulthood will it grow to a height of five to six meters and become lethal, but at that time, only a flamethrower is needed to kill it.

Now tell me, is it really a threat?"

Before they finished communicating, Mason heard the phone ringing. After he picked up the phone, he hung up and said, "I'm going out. The military people are already here."

At the entrance of the nursing home, an off-road jeep was parked there. Inside the car was a sergeant in civilian clothes. After watching Mason come out, he happily honked the horn, leaned his upper body out of the window and said, "Hi,

Brother, I think we need you.

You need to go with me."

Mason looked at him and said, "Why should I follow you?"

"Maybe you want to take a look at this."

He spit out the chewing gum in his mouth on the ground, took out an ID, and said to him: "You may really want to come with us, Norman Osman, I think you know what happened to him.

We need you to provide him with psychological counseling."

"Three hundred thousand."

Mason said, "This price is the medical expenses he paid for me. Are you sure you want to pay for him?"

"The money will be given to you, but we won't pay for it. Don't worry, you won't be short of money."

The sergeant said lazily, and Mason shrugged his shoulders and said: "Since you insist, then okay, let's go.

I'm not so rich that I can't be tempted even after seeing three hundred thousand dollars."

Even if they don't look for Mason, Mason will look for them because he knows what he wants to do. If he doesn't fish out the Green Goblin Osborn, then Harry won't help him.

Osborne has a solid industrial foundation, and Mason already has many people here. What he needs now is a place where he can conduct experiments.

For example, Osborne Industries.

After all, there is everything there.

Mason and he came to a helicopter base. Looking at this unsafe means of transportation, Mason said to the sergeant next to him: "I hate this kind of means of transportation. It always makes me think that I will soon be out of here."

It fell and turned into a ball of fire."