Marvel's strongest warden

Frank stared at the photo on the blackboard, touched the Glock inside the holster and said, "She is not simple."

Of course it is not simple. Mrs. Gao is still three to four hundred years old.

People become better with age.

"I know," Mason said, "that restaurant that opened in Hell's Kitchen the other day was her place."

"That place?"

Frank thought about it and said: "There are thirty-seven people in total, all blind. I threw these thirty-seven people into Area D and let them enjoy themselves."

Mason gave him a thumbs up.

He could remember that his sanatorium could be divided into several levels.

There are two districts, ABCD and EF, which are still under planning.

Among them, District D is now the most "intoxicating" place. No one who came out of District D dares to return to their old career. They have all changed their minds.

As long as he goes in and comes out, he is a good person.

No matter who comes, even if it is threatened by their boss, they are not willing to do bad things!

This is why those dark bosses must kill Mason.

Now in Hell's Kitchen, many people are already suffering from Mason's PTSD. Just mentioning the name makes them tremble with nervousness and fear.

They were really scared.

This man knows witchcraft!

He can change soul skills!

After their former companions disappeared and came back, they changed, as if they had a different soul.

Strange and scary!

They are no longer themselves!

That German guy, that German guy is simply the devil! He is Satan! He is a damn devil and needs to be tied to the stake and burned to death!

Mason sat on the boss's chair, crossed over and said: "Although she is not simple, she still needs to eat! If the venue is gone, what will she eat?

If she builds a place, we will tear it down; if she builds one, we will tear it down.

One day she won't be able to bear it anymore."

As he spoke, he drank all the tea in the cup and said, "Shall we bet on which place she will come out after we demolish it?"

Frank gestured with his finger like a pistol, looked at Mrs. Gao's photo and said, "I never bet.

Also, after I catch her, can I smash her head?"

"No, Frank, no."

Mason said, pointing to Mrs. Gao in the photo: "Do you think it would be an advantage for her to let her die like this?"

"Everyone who is guilty must be punished."

Frank said dullly. When Mason heard this, he put down his cup and said, "You're right, I found out about her new place again, and I'll pick it up again tonight.

However, according to the tip, this may also be a trap."

"trap?"

Frank repeated incomprehensibly.

Mason said "Yeah", "I think you should know how to deal with traps. You can send me home now. Without you, I always feel like there are people everywhere around me trying to assassinate me."

Frank said nothing. As a bodyguard, he accompanied Mason back to the manor.

The Clausewitz Manor in the suburbs is heavily guarded and has blocked many killers.

The eyes of those muscular men wearing headsets were like hawks.

In order to prevent anyone from hiding, this manor has given up all green plants, looking dry like a war fortress, with security personnel on all commanding heights.

Drones, CCTV, bodyguards with mastiffs.

This is not so much a manor as a slightly comfortable prison.

Mason stood in front of the bulletproof single-sided floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the scenery outside. After drinking a cup of Long Island iced tea, he closed the curtains.

He opened the darkroom behind the study.

There were strange objects everywhere in the dark room. The skull soaked in potion laughed loudly when he saw Mason coming in.

Mason took a look.

This skull is called Erha, and it is a failure.

It just laughs.

Other than that, it has no other effect.

He familiarly put the white powder on the scale, weighed it, poured it into the alcohol, drew a huge eight-pointed star on the ground, and placed a crucible in the middle of the eight-pointed star.

He placed candles, butter, feathers, skulls and other objects on the eight corners of the eight-pointed star, and began his alchemical journey.

[Enchantment, Curse of the Septic Patient]

This is one of hundreds of little witchcrafts. He carefully weighed pure water, iris flowers, jellyfish, seahorse pouches, and septic patients' teeth, and poured them into the crucible.

Start praying.

Dark red stars rose in front of him, and Mason's ears began to remember the sound of crazy calls.

They should be calling someone's name.

Mason didn't want to hear what the name was at all. This was what was said in the introduction to occultism, "You just need to remember what you want to do, and for the rest, no matter how tempting the fruits outside are, don't reach out for them."

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What he needed was to make an enchanted potion. He closed his eyes. In this dark room, a light red light seeped in from an unknown place and fell into the crucible.

The original solids were melted by light and turned into clear liquids.

Mason opened his eyes, looked at the potion, dropped a bullet in it, and after picking it up with tweezers, he saw the effect of the enchantment.

[The Curse of the Septic Patient

Grade: white ordinary

Effect: There is a 100% chance of causing the opponent to shiver suddenly, interrupting all the opponent's spellcasting, chanting, or any skills and non-skills; there is a 50% chance of causing the opponent to have a high fever, confused thinking, and limb weakness]

Looking at the satisfactory enchantment results, he didn't show any satisfaction.

There is nothing dissatisfying.

After all, the last time he made the septic patient's curse, the possibility of shivering was increased to 11%, and the level of the enchanting potion reached blue rare.

Those bullets were all given to Frank, presumably he would pour them into tonight's battle, and after he fully enchanted these bullets, he distributed them to his bodyguard team. These well-trained bodyguards deserve such weapons.

He came out of the darkroom, stood on a high place and looked outside the manor, holding his pistol tightly.

"Trying the tiger away from the mountain? Madam Gao, do you really think that Frank is the only tiger beside me? I have almost captured all of your men. Your position is being challenged again tonight. Are you going to stop Frank, or are you going to stop him?"

Erica is coming?”

He muttered to himself, stuffed the enchanted bullet into his magazine, loaded the bullet, and looked into the distance with a faint look.

Night gradually fell, and the entire Hell's Kitchen was shrouded in darkness.

Those little gangsters with sharp blades crawled out of unknown dark corners and wandered the streets, trying to find a fat sheep and collect enough money for drugs.

Frank wore a tactical suit and blended into the darkness.

He never fights alone.

Behind him, two elite tactical teams followed him.

The Chinese restaurant in the distance was closed. Several large trucks were parked at the door of the Chinese restaurant, and several strong men carried the watermelons into the restaurant.

Frank watched all this with cold eyes, grabbed a pocket watch from his trouser pocket, kissed it affectionately and whispered: "Everyone who is guilty must be punished."

Inside his pocket watch, there was a photo, which was originally supposed to be a photo of three people.

But at this time, he only cropped the photo of his wife.

The tactical team behind him also echoed in a low voice.

Anyone who is guilty must be punished!

After everyone entered the Chinese restaurant, Frank rushed in with his men, cut off the power, blew up the door, and fired flash bombs all at once.

They are like a ruthless shooting robot, raise their hand, pull the trigger, and the opponent falls!

In their hands, the bullets were enchanted with a fine product, [Song of the Sirens], and there was a 10% chance that the person who was shot would fall into a coma and lose all limbs.