Marvel's strongest warden

After hearing Mason's words, the three Frankensteins finally became serious.

"Tell me about it." Professor Kurt said. Ivan Vanke next to him did not speak, but his body language showed that he was actually interested in this topic.

Mainly because I've been sitting here for too long and I'm starting to get bored.

He dreams of killing Tony Stark, or to prove himself, vindicate his father, and crush Tony Stark under his feet.

Of course, there is no conflict between the two. If both can be done, then Ivan Vanke will not refuse.

As for Dr. Stern, he urgently needs some machines to study the ingredients of the deformation potion in his hand.

Curiosity is what drives him forward.

Seeing the eyes of the three Frankensteins looking at him, Mason did not show off, and continued: "Gentlemen, I have obtained help from Osborne Industries for you.

There, you have considerable funds, handy assistants, high-end instruments, and freedom of scientific research.

And I only need to see your results within a certain period of time."

"Results? What results?"

Hearing Mason speak, Ivan Vanke grabbed a toothpick from his hand and asked while lying lazily. Mason took out a stack of photos.

Above is a young man with a shy smile.

Lizard Doctor Kurt frowned. This child who smiled a little, uh, how should I describe it, with a naive and naive smile, was the child of his friend, Peter Parker.

After he was injected with the lizard potion, he had evil thoughts and even had thoughts of harming him.

So he has always felt guilty about this child. Humans are really strange creatures. When evil thoughts appeared a second ago, he wanted to kill this child.

But the next second, when his rationality reached its peak, he suddenly became annoyed by the dark thoughts that had emerged from his mind.

Mason didn't care so much, he continued to take away the first photo, revealed the second photo and said: "What you need now is to give this guy named Peter Parker, of course, you can also call him Spider-Man.

Kids, some help.

I need you to make him a personal armor and use your ingenuity to make him stronger."

Ivan Vanke was the least cooperative among the three. He sneered and said: "So, we are nannies for a little brat?

Is this what you want us to do?”

"Yes, Ivan Vanke," Mason said, "This is a test to test your abilities. Ivan Vanke, don't you want to defeat Iron Man?

I gave you a chance, this time.

Soon after, Stark's new armor will appear. Don't you want to prove yourself? I will give you a chance. This time I will give you a chance to compete on the same stage.

Your product can compete with his, but you can’t tell the outcome by relying on your words, Ivan Vanke.

Stark has Stark Industries, you have their help, Stark is a human, your model is a super-powered being!

Show me what you're capable of, Ivan Vanke! Instead of just shouting here and there, do you understand?"

Ivan Vanke's eyes narrowed. He slowly took out the toothpick from his mouth. It seemed that he wanted to punch Mason in the face. He stood up and walked to Mason and asked in a deep voice: "

Find me that little brat, I want to see what he is capable of!

I want to build a suit tailored for this little brat.

Also, what are you going to do? I'll create a suit of armor and ask that kid to kill Tony Stark?"

Mason sneered and said: "Go to hell, Ivan Vanke, ask this kid to kill someone? What do you think?

It is his principle not to kill anyone. Ivan, I told you, if you want to take revenge, then do it yourself. When you make armor for this child, you can also make one for yourself.

Don't ask this kid to kill someone for you, it's a little despicable."

Professor Kurt stood on Mason's side this time, and Ivan Vanke sat down again with a smile, as if nothing unpleasant had happened before.

"You guys underestimate me too much. I only enjoy the joy of doing it myself."

"That's best."

This time it was not Mason who spoke, but Professor Kurt. Mason glanced at the big boss and found that the big boss shrugged his shoulders and said: "You have the final say on this kind of thing, but what I am interested in is that I can study Spider-Man

body?

All I need is a little blood and activated cells."

Mason glanced at him and said, "I'm not his guardian, and it doesn't matter what I say.

If you want his active cells, you can go to him and discuss it yourself. As long as you pay the starting price and the deal is successful, I won't stop you."

The big boss Stern heard him speak and continued to focus on the alchemy book in front of him and said: "Then you are really generous, Mason. Even if we work together and finalize the armor plan at once, then that armor

The amount of fraud will not be less than millions.

Of course, this is the most ideal state and the most impossible state.

If you want to build a high-tech armor, without investing tens of millions of dollars, there will be no splash.

Not every guardian can leave so many assets to his ward.

Not to mention, you are not his guardian yet.

Mason, I have a more intuitive understanding of your generosity."

"Really?" Mason said, spreading his hands. He looked around at the three people present and said seriously: "For peace, everything is worth it."

Yes, for peace.

"Peace."

Someone murmured to himself that on the west coast, on the Jinshan Bridge, two people were sitting on the top of the bridge. These words came from the mouth of the middle-aged man who looked to be at most forty years old.

Next to him, the middle-level member of the Ten Commandments Gang who had narrowly escaped death had sweat on his head.

That was to be frightened.

The wind here is very strong. If you fall from here, whether it falls on the road or in the water, it will be crushed into a ball, the bones will be shattered, and the internal organs will be broken.

He didn't want to die in a vendetta, but died ridiculously falling from a high altitude.

Next to him, the adult from the Ten Rings Gang said in a calm tone: "Josiah, my child, don't be nervous, don't beat your heart so fast.

Next to me, you are always the safest.

Also, kid, would you please answer my question first? What do you think is the prerequisite for peace?"

Josiah, who was cursed by Mason, said that he did not know, and the leader of the Ten Rings Gang finally sighed.

"My child, the prerequisite for peace is always destruction. As long as you have the power to destroy everything, you can have peace. Are you right?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand.

Abnormalities began to appear in his hands. Josiah was shocked to see that one of his arms was actually made of steel, but this steel arm was as flexible as the muscle tissue.

"Today, we are going to show our muscles to the world. My child, are you ready?"