Marvel's strongest warden

Speaking of power, Ivan Vanke has a say in this. He looked at the majestic warrior in front of him and said excitedly: "This is the armor that men wear. This is the killing weapon. The war machine is not like the toy in front of me."

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Look at this knife. This knife is made of the latest alloy. It can easily penetrate any stab-proof suit on the market, even the Green Goblin armor.

Look at this hand cannon again, hahaha, this is my latest invention, I added a lot of good things to it, believe me, you will like this.

And this..."

Even if Ivan Vanke did not transform into a whiplock, the whiplock seemed to be a weapon of love. The Punisher looked at the electrified whiplock that appeared on his armor, tried to swing it, and split the table in front of him in half.

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"Hahahaha, this is my favorite setting, do you like it?"

He slapped the armored arm hard, as if he were slapping a Siberian hamster.

The Punisher didn't speak. To be honest, he didn't like this armor very much. After putting it on, he felt a little stiff. But obviously, this armor was not very useful to him, but for others, it was definitely

A great invention.

After all, not every member of his team is like him. Even if they enjoy the baptism of potions, their strength is still not enough to surpass humans.

If you want to increase combat effectiveness in a short period of time, you must rely on the power of technology.

The Punisher thinks very clearly about this. He does not exclude any power as long as it can improve his strength.

So he's painting his armor.

It’s still that very traditional pattern.

A white skull appears on the black armor, symbolizing death.

He caressed his armor with an expression, and made his request to Ivan Vanke who was standing next to him.

"Can you add some vitality and cold weapons to it?"

Upon hearing this request, Ivan Vanke not only did not refuse, but instead said to him as if he knew the goods well: "I think so too, but this is a personal customization request.

You have tried the battle armor just now, so now you think you need to add weapons.

I can add it to you now."

Here, Mason's team is in full swing on their battle armor, and over there, Doctor Octopus is pondering over some of the mountains of documentation in front of him, trying to scratch his head.

These were the information provided to him by Mason's dream dealer. How should I put it? In these information, he found many shadows of myths and legends, as well as many shadows of alchemy.

Trying to find the useful information hidden in such a vast ocean of documents is an energy-consuming task even for a smart person like him.

Looking at the troubled project manager, the big boss who had just come out of the laboratory approached him in a friendly manner. After hearing what Doctor Octopus said, he excitedly said to him: "Are these alchemy books?"

Seeing Doctor Octopus nodding, the big boss used his ability.

He is now very interested in alchemy.

Mainly because Mason told him that those magical compound potions came from alchemy.

He has become more and more proficient in the use of mental power recently. Doctor Octopus saw all the books floating out in front of the big head and began to flip through the books at a speed like the wind blowing through them.

Doctor Octopus confirmed again and again and found that the other party did not use any tools. He seemed to just call out of thin air and the books floated in front of him?

Is this also a superpower?

The big boss didn't care about these things at all. He asked Doctor Octopus beside him and said: "What are you looking for? Is it the magic pattern? Well, then you need to take a look at these, these, and this information."

This big-headed person's brain is like a supercomputer, calculating all the time.

Such an ability makes even Doctor Octopus feel creepy.

So what kind of people are around Dream Seller?

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"Are you scared?"

Mason asked slowly. He was not in Doctor Octopus's office, and it had been several days since Big Boss started flipping through the book.

These days, Mason has been doing the same thing.

He turned on the fear aura in the Wailer's Dungeon and used both available functions. Just now, all his sin points were used up.

But what surprised him was that the two people here were stronger than he thought.

The leader of the Ten Rings Gang sat in his dungeon with an upturned heart, while the other person, Whitehall, still smiled gently.

It seemed that none of this mattered to him.

Mason stood in their prison, accompanying them to endure this inhuman pressure.

"As expected, you are no longer human. You don't even have human emotions. Are you still human?"

After listening to Mason's words, Whitehall also laughed. He stood up tremblingly, lay on the cell door and whispered: "What about you, little Clausewitz, do you think you are still human?

Aren't you here too, suffering the same pain as us?"

Mason shook his head and said: "You are wrong, we are different.

We are always different.

Have you seen my face? There is one word written on my face, and that word is called justice.

Do you want me to spell it out for you? Whitehall?

I am justice."

Whitehall leaned on the cell door and smiled, as if the pain just now was not worth mentioning to him.

"Once a Hydra, always a Hydra. Mason, you can't lie to yourself, you are a Hydra from the bottom of your heart."

Listening to Whitehall's heart-wrenching remarks, Mason was not angry. He just smiled at Whitehall, then took out his belongings and opened the prison door of the Ten Rings Gang leader.

He didn't even lock the door and started setting up the altar right in front of his eyes. The leader of the Ten Rings Gang was missing an arm and a hand, so strictly speaking, the description of the five-hearted man in front of Mason was wrong.

He didn't open his eyes.

Mason said slowly: "I have to say that your magic barrier is useful. It seems that my broken building may need to be upgraded.

But I have a question, why did you add a barrier to Whitehall after adding a barrier to yourself?

May I know why?"

The leader of the Ten Rings Gang still didn't speak, and Mason continued to say gently: "Then can you tell me how your arm was made?

I'm very jealous of your technique of refining bronze arms. I read the legal books in front of me. According to the provisions of the law, the magic and alchemy you learned should not be within the scope of legal protection.

I'm talking about the content.

So tell me, what content did you learn? Of course, if you really tell me, I may pay you for the knowledge."

Hearing what Mason said, the leader of the Ten Commandments Gang opened his eyes and said, "Then what price will you pay for this knowledge? Will you let me go?"

After hearing what the Master of the Ten Rings Gang said, Mason said matter-of-factly: "Of course not, maybe I will bring you some food in the future, like General Tso's chicken, or do you like celery and cashew chicken balls? As long as you tell me what I want You know, I can even get you a cold Coke.

So, do you think our deal can be completed?"