Marvel's strongest warden

Half an hour later, Tony Stark, who was full of doubts, left with Happy. Mason stood in the office, holding a check in his hand and blowing on it, planning to withdraw the money in a few days.

Just when Tony Stark came to the door, he glanced at a car parked at the door in surprise. It was obvious that this car was not here before they arrived.

This is new.

Just as he was curiously peeking at the car, the people in the car also saw Tony, and he said unluckily to the person in the back seat: "Why is this bastard here?"

He had no intention of saying hello to this billionaire with a bad personality, so he sat quietly in the car. Happy took another look at the pickup truck, and he found that the pickup truck had been cleaned cleanly, no matter what was on it.

All the people and goods were cleaned up.

The people in the car watched Tony Stark leave before getting out of the car.

General Ross, who had returned to his human form, stepped onto this land in his human form. He took a deep breath of the air here with some nostalgia.

"Let me see," he said to himself, "what magic is there in the prison that the green bastard chose for himself."

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When Mason received the call, General Ross had already come in. He came in for a visit. This reason was so powerful that it was completely untenable.

But the guard who could only answer the phone let them in without even checking them.

This made General Ross even more disappointed.

"These idiots, they let me in without even verifying my identity."

He whispered to the tough guys behind him, all of whom he personally selected from the army to capture the Hulk's elite soldiers.

He was turned into a lizard man some time ago, and these awesome guys were not sent away.

This is undoubtedly a good thing. After he injected the antidote, he immediately summoned these good guys back. He didn't have a good impression of the Green Goblin Norman Osborn at all.

He hates everything green, including Hulk and Osborn. Green is really the most disgusting color in the world.

It was that bastard who turned him into a green, cold-blooded monster. But apparently, that green bastard made a deal with the military's upper echelons, and he handed over some benefits and got a promise!

Promise that he can retire here safely.

Even if he is imprisoned for life, this bastard can still enjoy the best environment.

When he thought of this, General Ross felt very uncomfortable. He came here in person, looked at the several buildings in Area A, those cold buildings, and the lonely street lights, and wanted to continue walking forward into Area B.

When I was there, I was stopped by someone.

"Sir, this is not a place where anyone can enter, especially those of you who are armed and without permission!"

The people guarding Area B are not easy-to-talk, reformed gang members.

They are all battlefield veterans who have been unable to sleep all night after leaving the battlefield.

They grabbed the Reiser holsters and police batons at their waists, staring intently at the waists of Ross's tough boys.

There are bulges there, and it looks like there is a guy there. Such a person shouldn't be here.

Someone came out of the security booth with a mastiff dog. Even if they were tightly tied, the intimidation brought by those snow-white mastiff dogs that looked like little lions was strong enough.

These beasts are unreasonable. Their military pistols may not necessarily kill them with one shot. Killing them will on the contrary make them more bloodthirsty and cruel.

What's even worse is that there are a lot of these little lion-like mastiffs.

A total of five or six mastiff dogs were led over. They were not in a hurry to break free from their masters' chains. Instead, they were patrolling like real predators, as if they truly possessed wisdom.

Their eyes were constantly patrolling the throats and buttocks of these tough guys. This was their only magic weapon for killing the enemy. Looking at the eyes of these mastiffs, several tough guys unconsciously stood in front of General Ross.

"Call your dean out and tell them that General Thaddeus Ross is here and tell him to come see me in person!"

General Ross is indeed qualified to say this. In fact, the fact that he is so dissatisfied with Mason is partly due to Clausewitz. It is obvious that the chip that Clausewitz gave him did not play its role.

It should have the function.

In General Ross's view, Clausewitz Sr. was a liar, and he also felt that Clausewitz Sr.'s son was also a bastard!

After getting this information, Mason curled his lips and said: "This is really a bad thing. Why is General Ross the person who came to contact us?"

The phone call just now was from Brigadier General Tarbert. He told Mason on the phone that General Ross has been fully responsible for the affairs regarding the Green Goblin Norman Osborn. He will handle everything, and his money will also be taken care of.

It was credited to his account.

Of course, it was Osborne Industries that paid for it.

He told Mason that the military had agreed to Norman Osborne's request and agreed to imprison him in Mason's sanatorium and would not be released for life.

Mason knew that after they reached an agreement, this treaty was just a fig leaf. In fact, Norman Osborne was free.

If they really want Norman Osborn to never see the light of day, then there are many places in the Federation where they can do this, whether it's a prison on an overseas reef or a black prison inside the Federation.

Only there can someone like Norman Osborne be truly imprisoned forever.

Not like it is now.

He was sent to such a sparsely guarded sanatorium.

Norman Osborn, no, it should be the Green Goblin. For his freedom, this time he really bled heavily.

Those people in the military are really hungry monsters. For them, they will not let go of their mouth until they are full and drain their opponents dry.

Mason tapped the phone on his hand and heard the call from Area B. He sighed and looked outside through the window and saw General Ross standing there and the security personnel he brought with him.

He stood in front of the mirror, straightened his appearance, walked downstairs, and met General Ross.

"General, it's an honor for us to have you here."

Mason looked at him with a smile and did not reach out rashly.

Obviously, the person who dominates their relationship is not Mason, but the menacing General Ross in front of him. If he reaches out his hand and General Ross pretends not to see it, then things will be embarrassing.

Got up.

He doesn't have the habit of putting his face in front of others.

As expected by Mason, the stubborn and vengeful old man did not extend his hand to Mason. He put his hands behind his back and raised his chin and said to Mason: "Are you Mason, Clausewitz Jr.?

That person who is not doing his job properly?"

"Of course, General," Mason admitted frankly: "Obviously, if the real business you are talking about is my father's medical industry, then obviously I am not that material."