Marvel's strongest warden

Gartler's visit always caught people off guard. Even Mason didn't expect that he would see this famous 25-year-old at twelve o'clock at night.

Ward stood on top of a tall building, holding a glow stick in his hand as a guide, and allowed Gartler's helicopter to land safely from the roof.

He came alone, and he seemed to be in very bad shape recently.

His face was pale, as if he had lost too much blood, and even his body smelled of blood.

"Oh, Gartler, looking at you like this, does it mean the end is coming?

So if you die, can you leave Ward to me?"

After receiving the notice, Mason came to his office in his pajamas and saw Gartler sitting in Mason's office without turning on the lights.

Seeing Mason walking in, Gartler coughed twice, and black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

"Stop joking, Mason.

I was hunted by the Ten Rings Gang. This group of bastards also had people in the Middle East. Several of my safe houses were taken over. The agents who followed me suffered heavy casualties. That old bastard is crazy. Is he going to start a war with the whole world?

Also, they won’t let you go, and you are in danger, Mason!”

Gartler was also frightened. He thought highly of himself. He didn't take the Ten Rings Gang seriously at first, so he decided to kill Nan Lai to appease Mason's anger. He didn't regret it at all!

But reality slapped him hard. Several level five agents he brought with him died tragically in the safe house, and even the backbone of the Hydra he brought with him were beaten into sieves!

This time when he came back, he told no one except Ward, not even Mason, his host.

Looking at the embarrassed and seriously injured Gartler, Mason made a gesture with both hands that Gartler couldn't understand, as if he was helpless or speechless.

He took out a small glassware from his body and a large beer glass, poured warm water into it and diluted the clear green potion in the glass into the beer glass.

"Drink it, Gartler, I don't want you to die here yet, so today you broke into my territory privately, I can let you go.

But Ward can't do it. Fortunately, he is a young man and he still has a long way to go.

So he can’t let him be harmed in the future because of the arrogance of you old antiques because he doesn’t follow the rules.”

As an agent, Gartler would not drink something that obviously looked wrong. After hearing Mason's words, he noticed something, raised his head and asked: "What are you going to do to him?"

After hearing Gartler's question, Mason said nonchalantly: "Isn't it what you always do? What does pain bring? Gartler, I remember that pain brings obedience, right?"

Mason listened intently, as if asking Gartler what he thought. Gartler gritted his teeth and said, "That's my man, Mason."

"I know, so I used your method, didn't you, Gartler, don't pretend that you care about him, be sincere, Gartler, we all know that he regards you as his father and will never betray you.

But what do you think of him?

It's nothing more than a useful tool. Isn't it good to face your own heart, sir?

Also, you should be grateful that you are still useful to me, otherwise, you would have been dead when you pried open my office door!"

While they were talking, Ward, who was standing guard outside the door, saw someone waving to him at the corner of the stairs. He seemed familiar to him.

Is it a caregiver who usually talks to him?

Ward frowned, he didn't want others to see Gartler appear here.

In fact, if he hadn't been in Mason's nursing home, he would have killed the poor Russian nurse.

Seeing him calling him, Ward hesitated for a moment and chose to walk over. However, when he saw Frank walking out from behind the strong Russian man, Ward's expression froze.

"It's all work, I think you will understand me."

It's not Frank who speaks. He likes to be direct and harsh and doesn't like to talk.

The one who spoke was the Imitation Master. He sat on the stairs. He found two boxing gloves from somewhere and put them on himself. He said: "He promised me a lot of good things. The important thing is that I just had sex with this one-eyed dragon."

battle.

I had just finished warming up and felt a little uncomfortable.

Therefore, I can only feel wronged to you.

Don't worry, I'm doing business and I won't have any personal emotions."

"son of b..."

Before Ward could finish his words, Frank kicked off the ground, twisted his waist, and moved his arms to move his fists. Ward ducked the punch and was kicked in the chest by Taskmaster.

"The villain boss said it. He said he didn't like your behavior of turning your back on the guests and treating yourself as the owner of this place.

Doing this now is just to teach you a lesson. Next time, you will get his gift.

You will have eternal life."

The understatement came out of the Imitation Master's mouth. Ward didn't care to talk back at this time. Frank punched him heavily on the forehead, feet, and under the eye socket, causing the corners of his eyes to be covered with blood and making him unable to see.

Clear the road before you.

In the office separated by a wall, Gartler's curse words were exactly the same as the Ward he trained.

The only difference is that Ward can still say of. Gartler didn't even say his son before he was interrupted by Mason's punch.

"As parents, we should set an example for our children, shouldn't we? Then we must first tell our children that swearing is not good.

Also, it is not allowed to invite others to your home without the owner’s permission.”

Gartler was a little dazed by the punch. He rubbed the corner of his mouth with his thumb, put his thumb on his hand and smelled it before saying, "That punch of yours really hurt.

Are you warning me?"

"Yes."

Mason roughly opened Gartler's jaw and poured the medicine into his mouth. Gartler retched, but nothing came out.

The smell of this stuff is really unpleasant, just like boiling chlorophyll, berberine and chili pepper.

After this thing enters the mouth, it will almost cause physiological vomiting. Just when Gartler covered his neck and retched, Mason sat back on his office chair.

"What did you pour into me?"

He asked, and Mason glanced at him and said, "A compound medicine can prolong your life, at least for now. Of course, you should know the side effects."

I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but Gartler really feels a lot more relaxed.

However, his body began to itch. He looked down at his body and found that small red pimples began to appear densely on his body, as if he had allergic urticaria.

"Damn it, what the hell are you doing?"

He glared at himself and put his hands on his waist. There should be a loaded M9 there, but when he put his hands on his waist, he saw Mason playing with a

M9.

"When did you take this thing away?"

Gartler asked, resisting the itching on his body. Mason put the gun in front of his eyes and said, "Gattler, I think we can talk calmly now, are you right?"

Gartler felt that apart from the hives on his body, his organs were extremely relaxed. He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and asked: "I think so, now, we can

Let’s start this conversation.”