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Mason's tone was extremely gentle, and he looked like a scumbag trying to trick his lover, and there was nothing unusual about the expression on his face.

Although every word he spoke seemed to be filled with malicious bullets, hitting the Green Goblin's heart.

Unknowingly, many branches and vines grew out of the chair, and they penetrated into the Green Goblin's body and sneaked into his blood.

Hill frowned behind her. Although she didn't see anything, she noticed something was wrong, so she put her hand on the gun on her waist and said, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

She stepped forward while talking. Mason ignored her and quickly said in the Green Goblin's ear: "You'd better make a decision quickly. I don't have much time to play games with you here. Time is money. I

friend."

Hill rushed to Mason and the Green Goblin in a few steps. Mason turned his head away from the Green Goblin's face. Hill saw that everything was as usual, except that the Green Goblin looked a little tired.

"What just happened?"

She asked, and Mason said nonchalantly: "Nothing happened, ma'am.

I just performed comfort therapy on him, and it seemed to be very effective.

If you don't yell, maybe this therapy will be more effective. So, Mr. Osborne, do you think what I just said is right?

Do you choose to cooperate or not?"

The Green Goblin was miserable. He felt that his blood and bones were all covered with damn weeds. He could sense that these weeds were alive and they were another kind of life form.

lodged in his body.

This wizard must have studied black magic. He is even more like a devil than him.

The Green Goblin stared fiercely at Mason in front of him. Mason used his muscles to force a false smile on his face, stretched out his hand and made a fisting gesture.

It's like trying to hold the other person's heart.

Hill stared closely at Mason's every move, constantly profiling in his mind. Mason glanced at her interestingly and ignored her.

The Green Goblin's face looked as ugly as if he had swallowed a bite of hamburger dipped in mustard sauce. He felt as if the weeds had broken through his body and entered the depths of his soul.

Damn it, what the hell is this!

They are like the blood of a certain kind of monster. The Green Goblin can feel the pulse of these weeds. Obviously, these things just grow like weeds.

He is not a wizard, he was deceived, and the Mason opposite is simply a monster who believes in black magic!

He can do anything.

He can do without this body, but nothing will happen to his soul.

So when he was listening to Mason's second inquiry, the Green Goblin immediately spoke.

"Yes, I suddenly remembered that continuing to resist like this is just a waste of our time.

This is a pointless thing and it wastes my life.

Well, I think we need to communicate, tell me, what do you need and what can I get?"

Mason clapped his hands happily and said, "It seems that my treatment is working." He turned his head and said happily to Hill, "Our mission is completed, and we have received three hundred thousand yuan, Ms. Hill,

This is simpler than I imagined.

I didn’t even use some auxiliary props, which is really disappointing.”

Hill looked at him, showed a very business smile and said: "It's really simple, Mr. Mason, I can see that you are an excellent psychologist."

"Thanks for the compliment."

Mason didn't care whether she was sincerely complimenting her or pretending to be perfunctory, as long as the matter was over, he opened the door and asked the two people guarding the door to call Brigadier General Tarbot back. His mission was completed.

Mason turned his head and said to the Green Goblin: "Mr. Norman Osborn, tell me, you will not go back on your word and hurt our friendship, will you?"

"Of course," the Green Goblin said calmly: "You are right, I feel much more rational now and can communicate with others in a friendly manner."

"This means your condition has improved. I think you may need some sedatives. I will prescribe some for you."

Mason saw Hill walking away from him, so of course he knew what Hill was going to do.

She went to see the surveillance camera.

But the question is, will she see what she wants?

He sat on the chair. Although he didn't speak, the Green Goblin still frowned in pain. He felt that the weeds in his body were beating very regularly!

This is Morse code, Morse code that brings pain.

The Green Goblin spelled out the words, sending a few words through the cracks in his teeth.

"Okay, I understand, you are right."

"Thanks."

Mason accepted his compliment calmly. After a while, Brigadier General Tarbert walked in. He looked at the Green Goblin who was sitting there quietly without any more crazy movements and Mason on his side. He turned around and asked, "He's back to normal."

Already?"

"temporary."

Mason said, "This client of mine is a typical bipolar disorder. He has only temporarily curbed the disease. He will still relapse in the near future."

So I suggest you not to stimulate him too much, then within an hour, he may not have any problems.

Oh, general, don't look at me like that, you have to trust my professional ability and professional judgment."

Brigadier General Tarbot heard what Mason said, thought for a moment and said, "Of course we will believe you, but first, you have to go out first. I think Mr. Osborne and I have something to talk about."

"Oh, okay, what about my reward?"

Mason asked, and Brigadier General Tarbert glanced at him and said: "Your reward is indispensable. You should go outside to rest first. Also, the man named Hill is looking for you.

Believe me, if I were you, I would stay away from this person.

They are not good people."

"General, thank you for the reminder. You are such a good person."

He followed others and left here. Talbot looked at the Green Goblin, sat down and said, "So, Mr. Norman Osborn, are you really willing to talk to us?"

"Of course, what do you want?"

Norman's eyes became clearer, and he seemed to be back to normal. Of course, it only looked like, deep in his eyes, there was still the fire of hell that would never go out.

Mason was led to the lounge. He brought himself a cup of coffee and held it in his hand without any intention of drinking it.

Hill appeared next to him and sat down.

"What, don't you like the coffee here?"

Mason smiled softly. He remembered Ward's words. For agents, it is not surprising that there are thousands of people with different faces, especially for senior agents like Hill. Even Nick Fury, meet him.

What you get is not necessarily Hill's true state.

It seemed like now, the talkative Hill might just be a side she had specially set aside for Mason to see, so Mason didn't speak. He put down the cup in his hand, closed his eyes, and fell on the sofa.

No matter what Hill said, he couldn't speak, as if he was asleep.