Marvel's strongest warden

Mason is not pessimistic about his future just because of the future Reyna foresees.

No matter what happens in the future, even if it is as bleak as blood, Mason will continue to go on.

He was lonely to begin with.

It's just that in the future that Reina saw, he saw such a bleak scene, which shows that his current steps may be a bit too slow.

Then the plan changed this time.

Originally, he planned to only capture Doctor Octopus and not provoke the adults of the Ten Rings Gang.

But now, he doesn't intend to let anyone go.

Only children make choices.

Sir, I want them all.

While walking, he made a call on the phone, and Ivan Vanko's irritable voice came from over there.

"You stupid barbarian, why are you bothering me again? Don't you know I'm working for you? If you want anything, tell me!"

Mason's emotionless voice passed over the phone, bringing his orders.

"How's the Spider Armor?"

"You mean that damn toy? You should be grateful to the Green Goblin, that's what you call him, right? He made several armors for himself. We took one and tried it, and found that the basics are almost the same. If

If you insist on it, you can see the finished product this afternoon."

After Mason heard this, he said to him: "The weapons carried on that armor will be increased ten times! Yes, the lethality will be increased ten times!"

When Ivan Vanke heard what Mason said, he laughed and said: "Are you kidding me, Mason? Do you know what it means to increase the lethality of a weapon ten times?

That's not something you can do just by opening your mouth and spitting it out.

Do you think this is addition and subtraction in mathematics?”

Ivan Vanke shouted loudly, and Mason sneered and said: "I hired you, Ivan Vanke, so you'd better listen to me.

You can think of your own solution. As a genius, wouldn't you like to show me some of your genius skills?

I don't care for idlers here.

If you want to defeat Iron Man, then use your own skills, Ivan."

Ivan Vanke said hehehe: "Really, boss?"

He emphasized the word boss, sounding extremely sarcastic, "I remember you telling me righteously that that kid doesn't like killing people, so his weapons had better not be lethal.

Aha, boss, why do you want me to be more lethal now?"

Mason had already seen Bakshi, so he said calmly: "My dear, you are a scientist. Don't you need to study philosophy to be a scientist?

Our enemies are never static."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone and said, "Are you the famous Mr. Bakshi?"

"What are you talking about?"

The expression on Bakshi's disfigured face must have been very ugly at this time. He never thought that he would be recognized at just the first glance.

The one he recognized was Mason Clausewitz, and he was certain that he had never seen this man before. He had always been active on the West Coast, and the man in front of him, Mason, had always been active in New York.

How could he recognize him?

Unless Mason has been collecting their information.

But the problem was, when he looked at Mason, he really couldn't understand why the other party could still recognize him when he was already disfigured like this.

After Mason saw his reaction and heard his heart speeding up slightly in his chest, he knew he had guessed correctly.

The main reason is that there are only a few generals under Whitehall, and the only one he knows is Bakshi.

As for what to do if you guess wrong?

If you guessed wrong, you guessed wrong. Could it be that someone else caught Mason and asked him to apologize?

He just didn't expect that Whitehall's losses this time would be so great that he didn't even have anyone under his command who could replace Bakshi.

Now that he knew who the other party was, Mason became more direct and knocked the other party unconscious with a knife. Looking at the remaining agents, he motioned to Frank behind him to guard them with a gun.

He turned around and asked the nurse to take him to the place where the lawyers were being "protected".

Several lawyers were in the house at this time. I don't know why, but they felt that they should be angry and impatient.

But they were angry and impatient. They felt a rare sense of calm, so they sat on the sofa and waited quietly.

The caregivers outside just looked a little irritable and dangerous.

In fact, they are all good people, gentle in tone and attentive in service.

It seems the aura of tranquility here has done its job.

When Mason came here, he saw these quiet lawyers.

"Everyone, I heard that you are looking for me.

So, what good news have you brought me?"

He strode in here. The lawyers all felt a little embarrassed to say anything, but it was their duty (after all, Clausewitz Medicine paid them a lot of money). One of the lawyers cleared his throat and said to him: "

Well, Mr. Mason, we have several documents here that we need you to sign."

Mason sat across from them, reached out and took the documents and took a look.

These words asked him to voluntarily give up his controlling interest in the private hospital.

This is actually a more face-conscious approach. Mason knows that it makes no difference whether he signs or not. If he is unwilling to sign and is unwilling to submit, then they can take the hospital back through litigation.

This was something they had prepared and calculated for a long time, and Mason was not surprised by this.

He readily signed it and handed it to the lawyers.

The lawyers across from each other looked at each other.

They have never been able to win a lawsuit and have seen many weirdos.

But they have never seen such a calm and indifferent heir.

He gave up an inheritance that should have been his own, just like eating, and he didn't even have any ups and downs in his mood.

These lawyers stood up and were about to leave. Although they didn't know why Mason was so calm, they were lawyers, not reporters.

They have no desire to dig into Mason's backstory.

Just when they were about to leave, Mason suddenly stretched out his hand, and the caregiver at the door blocked the door like a door god.

They turned their heads and saw Mason with his legs crossed and his hands clasped together.

Mason turned his back to them and did not look back. His voice came out faintly from here and asked them: "Well, everyone, before you leave, I want to ask you a question.

Are you the legal team of Clausewitz Medical, or the legal team of Clausewitz Senior?

Who do you belong to?"

Several lawyers looked at each other again, and one of them boldly said: "I'm really sorry, we didn't understand what you meant.

But we would venture to say that we are actually a legal team affiliated with Clausewitz Pharmaceutical Company. If, I mean, if Mr. Mason wants to litigate, he will come to us through the pharmaceutical company.

We are not accepting private orders for the time being.”

When Mason heard this, he smiled where they couldn't see him, stretched out his hand and waved, and the caregiver at the door moved out of the way and told them to leave.

Mason sat there and didn't move. He looked here with a faint gaze, as if he really saw San Francisco, the Golden Gate Bridge, and the military and S.H.I.E.L.D. who were still raiding there from here.