Marvel's strongest warden

Outside the Nine Realms, on an uninhabited Death Star.

Nebula sat on the rock boredly. She hated her own incompetence, hated that she couldn't get her father's favor, and was even more jealous of her sister Gamora.

In her opinion, staying here is tantamount to exile.

How could something appear in such a dead and vast universe?

It's so bad here that there isn't even a planet with life on it.

But just as she was complaining, something seemed to be floating in the distance?

Nebula stood up and looked at the thing carefully.

Too far.

This place was too far away from the thing floating over. Nebula hesitated for a moment, but still chose to board his spaceship and rescued Loki who was floating in the universe.

She looked at the rescued man carefully, her expression changed subtly, and after fiddling with her wrist ring, several pictures appeared in front of Nebula.

Among them are Loki's, Thor's, and even Heimdall's.

"Loki?"

Xingyun took another look in disbelief. When she realized that the man was exactly the same as in the photo, she quickly called her father.

She never thought that it would be such a coincidence that after staying here for a few days, she would pick up a little prince from Asgard!

"Bring him back."

After hearing the news about Nebula, even Thanos didn't expect that things would happen like this.

He even doubted whether this was fake news.

But soon he smiled.

So what if it's fake news? Can Asgard still break into the Dark Quadrant?

He leaned on the back of his throne.

Thanos has never been a timid person. He has been in the universe for so many years, has encountered death, and has seen Galactus devouring planets.

I have encountered a group of gods who were so tall that their heads were invisible.

Piloted a spaceship during a cosmic storm.

Finally, he entered the Dark Quadrant and formed the Dark Order.

His base, the Dark Quadrant, has been standing in the universe for many, many years. There is no shortage of careerists and lunatics in the universe, but these people dare not even take a step into the Dark Quadrant.

In the past years, it is true that no one has challenged Thanos's status, but they have all died without leaving even their ashes and souls.

Thanos is very afraid of Odin, because Odin has been in power for many years. Thanos is growing, learning, and improving, but he still has no way of knowing how strong a king who has never taken action is.

Perhaps, he can kill Thanos with just one thunderbolt.

Or perhaps, Thanos can chop off the head of this legendary monarch with one sword.

Outsiders think Thanos is a mad Titan, a reckless man, and a man who only knows how to use his fists.

But in fact, only Thanos and his confidants know how wise, cunning and clever Thanos is.

What others think is just a disguise that he deliberately displays.

Only in the face of death will he lose his mind.

The rest of the time, he was thinking all the time.

Just like now.

"Perhaps this is an opportunity for us. We can use some small means to find out whether Asgard is really as powerful as it appears."

Thinking of this, he looked at the messenger under him and said to him: "Tell Ebony Throat to speed up the pace of gathering the interstellar pirates.

I need cannon fodder, lots of cannon fodder."

"Yes, my master."

The messenger obeyed and left. After he left, another messenger stood there, waiting for the master's instructions.

…

Mason drummed his fingers.

He knew that there was a difference in time between Midgard and Asgard, but he didn't know how big the difference was.

Now, everyone has their own things to do.

In New Mexico, his informant has told him that the Rainbow Bridge has been opened twice. It seems that the great prince of Asgard has returned to Asgard.

He originally planned to take the big boss to see there, but it didn't work out.

Then forget it.

Anyway, he will be able to see aliens in New York soon.

In his office, he began to carve the second god.

The second god looks like a crocodile.

It is the god of water, a water god that trolls believe in. When he starts tattooing, no one can disturb him.

Including Sunil Bakshi who came with his father's legal team.

Whitehall's good helper was in a bit of a mess at this time, and escaping from Iron Man's hands was something worthy of praise, even though the cost of this was that half of his face suffered burns.

This is a gift left to him by Iron Man, which he will remember for the rest of his life.

And return it to Iron Man at a certain time in the future.

But it's obvious that he has other priorities at this time. In fact, Mason's property at this time does have a lot to do with it.

It seems that now, all four of Mason's hospitals can be taken away from Mason's hands. This is something Clausewitz Sr. has prepared for a long time ago and left behind.

Make sure his son is as well-behaved as a dog.

These means were used to ensure that, without him, his son Mason was nothing.

He could give Mason everything, or he could deprive him of everything, just like now. After Whitehall visited him in the hospital, he thoughtfully told him that he could ask someone to bring the young man back.

They already think highly of Mason.

He even considered Frank, who retired from the Marine Corps next to him.

Therefore, many of this group of people are from Whitehall. His foundation on the West Coast was almost completely destroyed by Iron Man and the military, and most of his strength was lost there.

This actually brought Whitehall and Clausewitz's practice of medicine closer together.

The Mexican gatekeeper looked at the man approaching in a menacing manner, touched his walkie-talkie, walked out and said righteously: "What do you have to do? This is private property, please don't enter unless you have permission."

Bakshi outside the door saw the guard and said in disgust: "We are looking for Mason. We have some business dealings with him."

"Have you made a reservation?"

The Mexican said stubbornly. Bakshi glanced at him and said, "Then can you tell him that if he still wants to keep his hospital, he'd better come out now."

The Mexican said something in English with a strong Mexican accent, and after making the intercom call, he came out and said: "Our boss said that this has nothing to do with him.

If you want to accept it, accept it. Now, get out of his territory."

Of course it was not Mason who said this, but Lena. Lena's concentration and meditation can be done anywhere, so she was picked out to be Mason's secretary.

Responsible for answering phone calls these days.

Everything she said now was what Mason had told her in advance.

Hearing the Mexican talk like this, Bakshi frowned very unkindly.

"Since you are so stubborn and won't accept it, then don't blame us for taking action."

After he finished speaking, he rushed forward with a few agents. The Mexican hid in the guard room at a speed that was completely inconsistent with his size. Even Bakshi did not react this time.

Only this Mexican knew very well that his role was that of a doorman, used to convey messages. Their boss had told him that he could do as much work as he wanted, but the salary he received was not enough for him to work hard.

If you have to fight hard, it's natural for the security personnel to come.

Bakshi rushed forward and saw the security personnel who also rushed out and the mastiffs they brought with them.

There were even security personnel with handheld video recorders and Google Glass behind them. It seemed that if they dared to force their way in, the people here would dare to drive them out.

Several strong men with bulging muscles and an indelible smell of blood were hidden among the security personnel. The agent's keenness allowed him to spot these unique people immediately.

These people stared at him with malicious intent, as if they would pounce on him and kill everyone in a second.