Marvel's strongest warden

Mason looked at him with a smile, stretched out his fingers and shook them in front of himself and said, "If I were you, I would definitely not do anything stupid.

Believe me, you can't press this thing now.

must."

The professional manager frowned slightly, and it was obvious that Mason had bad intentions when he came this time. He wanted to call the security guards to take little Clausewitz out.

But when he tried to exert force with his fingers, he was shocked to find that his fingers had been tightly bound by some morning glory-like vines.

"you!"

Just as he opened his mouth to speak, Frank rushed in front of him and stuffed a gun he didn't often use into his mouth.

"If I were you, I would do as I say honestly now. After all, the money was given by the old Clausewitz, but your life is your own. If you lose it, there is no way to get it again.

Do you think I'm right about this gentleman whose name I don't know?

As a professional manager who has worked for Clausewitz Pharmaceuticals for so many years, you should know that the Clausewitz family is not as clean as it appears from the outside, right?

It's insignificant if you die.

This world is too dangerous.

Car accident, accident, fire, collapse.

Which of these accidents do you like best? This unknown gentleman."

Mason said these words with a smile, and his tone did not sound like a threat at all. Sweat slowly dripped from the head of this professional manager of the Clausewitz family.

"What do you want to say, Mr. Mason?"

He swallowed, looked at the one-eyed strong man wiping his gun next to him, and made a decisive decision based on his heart. To be honest, he couldn't afford to confront the opponent now.

Speak well if you have something to say.

"What do you want to do?"

When he spoke, he felt that his voice was extremely hoarse. Mason covered his mouth and coughed. When he stretched out his hand, a sapling jumped out of his hand.

The sapling jumped in front of the professional manager, and in his frightened eyes, it took root on his arm.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a small guarantee. This unknown manager, what I actually want to know most is, after you control Alexandra, where are your people placed?

Position, can you tell me?

If it's convenient, how about asking them all to come over and meet each other?

After all, the decision will be made here in the future. Wouldn’t it be nice for everyone to meet each other first to get acquainted with each other?”

The professional manager spoke bitterly. Is it possible for him to resist now?

He politely found a reason to call the rest of the people over. When these people left, their expressions were frightening.

Mason sat in the office of the senior executive of the Alexandra Consortium and said nothing.

He is waiting for the payment notification over there.

Maybe the old Clausewitz’s roar?

It's ridiculous to say that Clausewitz Sr. could know about the huge transfers here. There are even Hydras in the bank. No, to be precise, there are Sr. Clausewitz's people.

He sat on his chair, looked at the cars coming and going below, and heard the harsh ringing of the phone.

He picked up the phone casually.

There came the usual roaring voice of old Clausewitz.

"Darwin, what on earth are you doing! Why did you transfer so much money to Mason? What happened to you here? Were you kidnapped? Huh?"

Listening to his father's voice, Mason crossed his legs and said slowly: "Why are you so angry? Father, you are so old and your blood pressure is relatively high. It would be bad if your blood vessels burst and died because you were too angry.

"

"It's you!"

Hearing Mason's calm voice, the old Clausewitz felt that he was so angry.

He felt a little dizzy now, so he sat on the chair and growled in a low voice: 'Mason, do you really know what you are doing?

What do you want to do? I told you, without me, you are nothing.

You are not qualified to take what I don’t want to give you!’

Mason chuckled over the phone.

"My father, your words are really funny. If I didn't know better, I would have thought you were the Emperor of Germany.

What, are you going to inherit the throne for me? If you don’t give it to me, I’m not qualified to take it.

What you said is too ridiculous. By the way, I heard that you were involved with Whitehall recently.

This is really not good news. My father, compared to Whitehall, you are just a fat pig. When he takes advantage of you, you are naturally good, but after taking advantage of you, you are no longer good.

He will swallow all the leather and flesh.

Compared with Whitehall, you are so immature, my father.

I'm very worried about you."

Every word of Mason's words was like gunpowder injected into his heart. As long as he couldn't control his anger and the gunpowder was ignited by his anger, his accumulated anger would be like a volcano.

boom.

Explodes instantly.

Old Clausewitz was afraid that he would be really angry with Mason, so he forced himself to calm down and said to him: "Did you do what happened to Hammerhead? Did you destroy his laboratory too?

You bastard, what on earth are you going to do! What are you going to do?

Are you going to attack me, you beast?

Come on, Mason, you were born to me, and I want to see if you are capable of killing your father!

In my eyes, you are just a pitiful, pathetic, a crawling caterpillar.

If you really dare to appear in front of me, then I will crush your head, you bastard!"

The father and son greeted each other cordially on the phone. Mason hung up the phone speechlessly, leaving an angry Clausewitz facing him.

He knew that he could no longer control his son. He didn't know what gave him the courage to challenge his authority.

But he knew that Mason would not do these things if he was not sure.

What exactly has changed?

He was a little confused for a moment, so he took out his personal mobile phone and called the mercenary who was "guarding" Mason.

Mason heard the phone ring, took out his cell phone and saw the note on it.

【boss】.

"It's such a simple and direct title."

Mason picked up the phone that originally belonged to the mercenary leader, put it in his ear and said: "What's wrong, my father, why are you calling in such a hurry?

You don't really think I'm that stupid, do you?

Didn't even notice the mercenaries you ambushed beside me?

No, no, no, of course I've discovered all this a long time ago, look, aren't I chatting with you right now?"

Mason spoke very quickly and his enunciation was very clear. If I had to describe it, it would be that his words were like sharp arrows shooting at a target, poking holes in the heart of Clausewitz.

After Mason finished speaking, Old Clausewitz said nothing. He only heard the sound of the phone falling over there and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Mason whistled and called Eric.

"Send someone to look inside my father's office. He seems to have fainted."