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Dr. Otto looked at the young man who had just come in with surprise and uncertainty. The steel tentacle attack in front of him was not something he did intentionally.

This tentacle has become a part of his body. When he sleeps, these tentacles are very docile and will not actively attack people.

It was as if he really fell asleep with him.

But when he feels restless, his tentacles will actively attack the living creatures around him.

It looks extremely dangerous.

After he woke up, he realized that he was here. He touched the back of his neck and found that there seemed to be a lump solidified there, which was very painful.

That's one of the side effects of narcotics.

Of course he knew what happened, he was being held hostage!

Before he could figure out what was going on around him, he saw the door open, and then his steel tentacles moved.

Next, what happened next?

Dr. Otto remembered that his tentacles seemed to be blocked, but how?

He didn't see clearly.

But none of this affected his vigilance. He stared at Mason and asked, "Who are you? Where are you?"

The four tentacles on his back were constantly circling behind him, looking like a python waiting for hunting.

Mason looked at the four pythons behind him, gave him a thumbs up and said: "I am Mason Clausewitz, the person who achieved your dreams.

But let’s not talk about it for now, Dr. Otto, you look really cool the way you look now!”

Dr. Otto: "???"

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Clausewitz Medical AG, Institute III.

Whitehall chuckled. He looked at the confinement chamber in front of him and expressed that he was very satisfied. He turned to look at Clausewitz the Elder.

The elder Clausewitz looked a little sluggish.

Whitehall turned to him and said: "What, old Clausewitz, do you feel defeated? Because of your son?"

Old Clausewitz did not smile. He was not as optimistic as the man in front of him.

"Your agent didn't come back, he was caught!

Aren't you worried at all?"

Whitehall looked at him and said: "I have already prayed for him, and he should fight the next thing by himself.

I am a Hydra, and you are also a Hydra. Wouldn't it be nice for everyone to use the Hydra method to solve problems?

Cheer up, old Clausewitz, we're going to catch our guinea pig soon.

Next, imagine yourself young again, maybe even having another son if you want.

An obedient child."

Old Clausewitz coughed and was noncommittal. He looked at the specially made cage and said, "Are you sure he's coming back?"

"Of course."

Whitehall looked at the lonely and helpless little girl in the solitary cell and said: "We can't make mistakes, old Clausewitz.

You have to trust our speculation.

We'll wait for the man with the blue light, won't we?

Get ready, old Clausewitz."

Old Clausewitz heard what he said and pushed a valve button in front of him, and then the exhaust fan started working.

It seems like these people are planning to suck all the air out of this room!

Let the poor, unawakened girl inside suffocate to death.

She was tied to the ground and watched this scene happen.

Despair, unparalleled despair emanated from her heart, and tears fell from the corners of her eyes, but nothing could be said from her tied mouth.

It was in this emotion of suffering, despair and terror that Gordon felt this tribesman who was about to transform.

A burst of blue light appeared, and Gordon appeared here.

Seeing this scene, Whitehall finally twisted a smile on his face again.

"Hello, unknown friend, I have been looking for you for a long time."

When Gordon noticed something wrong with his surroundings and wanted to leave, Whitehall pressed the button on his hand.

After a flash of blue light, Gordon realized that he was still here.

He looked around in shock.

Whitehall's twisted smile became more wanton.

"How interesting, my friend.

It seems that I have really discovered the secret of your teleportation.

Now, you are the insect in this cage and cannot escape.

Let me think about it, how should I study you?

It is such a shameful waste to use anesthetic machines on precious species like yours."

After he finished speaking, he pressed the button on his hand again, and a large amount of anesthetic gas spurted into the closed room. No matter how strong Gordon was, he still needed to breathe.

To be on the safe side, the dose this time seemed a bit large. After the fog dissipated, fully armed personnel entered the place. After checking it, someone replied dully: "Experimental Subject No. 1 has died and lost vital signs.

Rescue or not?”

Whitehall touched his lips excitedly and said: "No, of course we won't rescue her. She is just a bait. If she dies, she will die.

I want you to go see Experimental Subject No. 2.

I need to know how he is doing now?"

The security personnel headed by Eric touched the neck of Gordon, the alien, and said into the headset: "It's okay, he's still alive, at least his heart is still beating."

"That's good," Whitehall said anxiously: "Then bring him to the laboratory, I will conduct experiments now.

Now, right away."

"OK."

The mercenaries had no choice but to agree. Whitehall looked at Old Clausewitz and said, "Old Clausewitz, be happy, our opportunity has come!

The world between you and me has begun."

The same rhetoric also appeared in the conversation between Mason and Doctor Octopus. Even Doctor Octopus turned red in the face due to Mason's few words.

Every word Mason said was telling the other person how brilliant his future would be and how much he would be admired.

"You will become an outstanding talent, a scientist who is looked up to by others, Dr. Otto, look, look at Tony Stark on TV, how can you not compare to this playboy?

He is just the legacy of his father. In essence, he is still an ignorant playboy. Think about it, my friend, I will give you fame, I will give you money, and I will also bring you honor.

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Those are what you deserve, my friend, what are you talking about, what are you worried about?

You are worried about your tentacles. Oh, Dr. Otto, look at Iron Man's armor. That thing doesn't look like a human, does it? When you are rich, you will tell others that these tentacles of yours are also inside.

What about embedded armor?

What, Dr. Otto, you said you have no start-up capital? Are you insulting me, Mason Clausewitz, am I the kind of person who only talks to my friends? I tell you, no.

, I am a person who hates other people’s secret opinions the most.

I will invest money to set up a company for you so that you can express your ambitions! What, why do you think I want to do this? I have already told you. What I hate most is that others have dreams but fail to realize them, my friend."

Mason put his two hands heavily on the opponent's shoulders. This time, the tentacles behind his shoulders did not try to attack Mason. Mason said to him word by word: "You are the person I value, O.

Dr. Otto, even if I lose everything, I will help you. Believe in yourself, you are the best, Dr. Otto."