Marvel's strongest warden

Mason didn't like this kind of dinner.

First of all, there is no safety guarantee for such a dinner party.

Secondly, each of the men and women attending the dinner had their own thoughts. The eyes of these well-dressed beasts were like foraging wolves, looking for their prey.

Mason grabbed the goblet and wandered around the dinner like a ghost. He soon found another person who was not on the list.

This was also a woman. Even though she had taken a shower, Mason still smelled a strong smell of alcohol from her body.

It's like bacon marinated in wine,

Mason took a long breath. Jessica Jones, the powerful monster, also came here. If Skye is a master hacker, he hacked into the system and got the invitation.

So how did she, a private detective, come into the dinner party?

The security of the Clausewitz family is a waste.

Mason saw his father's secretary, a man who was 1.9 meters tall and as majestic as a brown bear. He led Mason through the crowd and came to a secluded office. He stepped back and closed the door.

There were two shadowy people sitting inside. They were sitting next to the table, and only the ambient light was turned on. The lampshade perfectly covered most of the light, making it difficult to see their faces clearly.

However, this measure was ineffective for Mason, who was sure that he could see their faces.

One here is his father.

The face of the other person was a little unfamiliar. Clausewitz Sr. stood up and introduced: "This is my son, Mason, Mason, he is Daniel Whitehall!"

Daniel Whitehall?

This time, Mason's face had a smile that emerged from the bottom of his heart, sincere and sweet.

Whitehall looked at Mason, who was also a thousand-year-old fox. Of course, he could tell whether a person's smile was sincere or superficial.

Mason's smile was absolutely genuine, and the joy was so contagious that he believed that if his father weren't here, he might have an extremely hearty laugh.

The look in his eyes was as hot as a ball of fire, so hot that it wanted to melt him.

Even for couples who are passionately in love, Whitehall has never seen such passionate eyes.

What's wrong with this kid?

For a moment, even Whitehall began to doubt himself. He was so charming now that he was enough to charm this child, or was Mason just a lustful person and had forgotten the occasion.

Even old Croutzwell frowned. He had heard rumors outside about Frank Castle, the muscular man who often followed his son, his past, his troubles, all this.

Crowtsville knows it all.

Even if Frank has any trouble, he is the one who takes care of it.

He was too close to his son.

But now he is staring at Whitehall with this look, which is really rude!

Old Clausewitz coughed heavily, and Mason smiled politely and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so rude. Mr. Whitehall has been my idol since childhood."

These words are purely to coax ghosts. Whitehall has always been a pseudonym, and this name is a secret even among Hydra.

Mason had no way of finding out.

But only Mason knew, and what he said was true.

What a lovely man this is, he is a clear and calm scumbag, he knows what he is doing, he knows that his hands are full of blood, and he knows that his sins are unbearable.

He is a scientist, he does everything with a clear mind, he knows the bloody process of how things happen, he knows every crime he handles, his existence itself is a crime!

Compared with him, Mrs. Gao is simply an angel exuding holy light.

Such people are the real treasures, Mason's juicer, and the source of Mason's evil.

He needed someone like this, and with Whitehall, he had a satisfying figure complete with a towering arrow tower.

Maybe there are also heroes recruited.

Old Clausewitz was very dissatisfied with Mason's performance. He tried his best to keep his face calm and said to Mason: "Okay, you get out of here first. Young people will have young people."

Like, go out to attend the cocktail party."

"Okay, Father."

Mason walked out gracefully. Before leaving, he looked at Whitehall specifically, nodded and left.

From the first moment he laid eyes on him, Mason knew he was destined for Whitehall.

No one can stop him!

His mood was so good that he left the room and was walking down the stairs alone. When he saw the oncoming waiter suddenly changed his face and waved his katana at him, he also had a smile on his face.

He never blinked, as if this person had never appeared in front of him.

Just when the knife was about to fall on his head, a red phantom flashed behind him, and Mason walked through the scattered ashes and arrived at the first floor platform.

Here, more guests who seemed to have wandered in here by mistake, as well as waiters who shouldn't be here, all turned their attention to Mason. The next second, they raised their knives and pointed at Mason.

Kill it!

Erica's knife was faster than everyone else's, but she couldn't protect Mason by herself. Several bodyguards rushed over, protected Mason from leaving, and stuffed him into an empty room.

Closed the door.

It seems that the world outside is in chaos.

Mason spread his hands and turned his head. The bastard who thought he was breathing lightly sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. The lights were not turned on in the room, but fortunately there were no curtains drawn.

The lights of the ball shone here, allowing Mason to see what he looked like.

"Where is Mrs. Gao, Mason? Tell me, where is Mrs. Gao!"

He stood up, holding the ninja sword behind his back, and pointed it at Mason, with a threatening tone.

"Mrs. Gao? He is in my hands, so who are you?"

"I am Xin, Mrs. Gao's apprentice. Take me to Mrs. Gao now, or I will kill you."

His knife was placed on Mason's neck, and he was very confident now. No one could avoid his knife at this distance, not even Erica.

Mason looked at him with interest and said, "Then why are you waiting for me here?"

Xin said impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense, don't have any illusions. No one will come to save you. Everything is designed by me. Before I torture you, I think it's better for you to tell me everything."

Mason sighed in disappointment and said: "You are indeed very good, but don't you know that this is my home, this is a suite, look carefully."

He pointed to the door next to him and said kindly: "What if all this is my preparation? There might be a beast hidden behind this door?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "bang", and Frank rushed forward, taking the door off the door frame and hitting Xin hard!