Marvel's strongest warden

As usual, Mason prayed to the big man who didn't need his faith before eating, then picked up his food, wiped it clean, and sat in the study.

He turned on his computer and found a quiet email lying quietly in his mailbox.

Clicking on the email, Mason saw that the email had no beginning or end.

Just a few simple words.

[Billy Russell, Anvil Security Company]

Mason looked at the name, picked up the wine glass on the table, and started playing with it subconsciously.

He has been looking for the person behind Frank's death.

Now it seems that there are some clues.

Playing with things at hand is a little habit of his.

Small habits when thinking.

"Billy Russell?"

He opened the locked desk, found a phone inside, composed and sent a text message, then threw it inside again and locked it.

This time the investigation revealed a person's name and a company's name.

It seems general, but these are enough for him.

He can pull this thread and lift a lot of things.

Not to mention Frank, he believed that after Frank knew this name, he would just pass by.

There was a knock on the door outside.

Mason glanced at the time. The time on the electronic watch was 7:30.

It turned out that the second supper had arrived.

A 20-point constitution does not have any side effects. It requires frequent meals, which is also one of its disadvantages.

"Please come in".

The door was pushed open and a beauty walked in. Even Mason, who had seen many beauties, felt that she was undoubtedly a beauty.

She is graceful and graceful, wearing a red tights and her thighs are slender and straight.

Logically speaking, she couldn't hide any weapons when she was dressed like this.

But Mason still smelled danger!

She pushed the dining cart towards Mason.

Mason's face was filled with a smile, and the hand hidden under the table was already holding the elephant hunting rifle.

The gun was hidden under his feet, and he could pull it out at any time.

Mason has tried this gun. With his strength and physique, he can completely ignore the huge recoil of this gun. Although it only lasts for one bullet, this bullet is enough to shatter the upper bodies of many opponents.

Under his desk, there is also a large-caliber revolver.

The important thing is that there are several escape routes here, and he keeps the locations of these escape routes in mind.

No matter how beautiful the person across from her was, Mason knew there was something wrong with her.

There is never one person delivering food. No matter what time, there are always two people coming to deliver food.

A butler and a waiter.

Today, there is only one person, which is really unusual.

"What's your name? How ripe is the steak today?"

Mason asked seemingly casually.

Hearing Mason's question, the beauty smiled and replied: "My name is Alia, Mr. Mason, and today's steak is medium-ripe."

…

An elite team rushed into the poison-making field below. Many of the people there were blind.

There are also people who are not blind!

These people are security personnel and the like, but there are very few of them.

Those elite teams were fully equipped and well-trained, and their guns were all equipped with silencers. They only needed a few bursts of fire to kill those who resisted.

They reached the deepest part of the place without any hindrance.

However, in the center of this place, there were only bags and bags of illegal drugs and nothing else.

Before the elite team could burn these things, countless killers armed with ninja swords rushed out from under those bags. After they were killed, they would turn into ashes.

Mrs. Gao, this old man who looks a little skinny and has a kind face, also appeared here.

She leaned on crutches and hid behind a pillar, watching her killers fight with those armed with weapons opposite.

Her eyes were always as calm as water.

It seems that everything is under her control, and the situation she throws out is itself a trap.

A trap for Mason. She looked at the man wearing a black mask and a skull painted on the back of his combat uniform, and stretched out her skinny hand!

She's not a bad old woman!

She is a warrior from Kunlun!

Kunlun, that’s the hometown of Iron Fist! It’s the hometown of the hero who can tear the Phoenix Force to pieces!

She clenched her hand. Maybe others didn't know what she was doing, but the people around her knew that it was luck!

Qi is Kunlun’s unique way of practice!

She aimed her palm at the man in the skull suit and activated her energy!

The man was caught off guard and was hit directly in the back, and his spine made a crisp sound!

The whole person has turned into a strange shape, and it seems that he will not survive!

Mrs. Gao took her hand back with satisfaction. She had observed that this person should be Mason's right-hand man. As long as he is dead, the rest of the people will not be afraid!

Tonight, she set up this trap just to cut off Mason's "arm".

But just after she retracted her hand, a "boom" suddenly came from behind her!

…

"boom!"

Mason's elephant hunting rifle made a frightening roar, acrid smoke and harsh gunshots, which seemed to be the prelude to war!

No one thought that four ninja killers could be stacked in a small dining car!

The entire dining car was shot to pieces, and the four people inside only had time to poke their heads out before they were beaten to ashes!

The woman in red who called herself Aaliya reacted the fastest!

She's no faster than a gun, but she ducks out of the way before Mason can shoot him!

Although the elephant hunting gun is good, it only has one bullet!

He threw away the elephant gun, holding the large-mouth revolver in his hand and said: "Dear, remember next time, today's code is, steak is medium-60% done!"

This secret code is enough to trick many gourmets to death.

The large-caliber bullets from the revolver roared in the room. The beauty in red had long been hiding outside the door, and the two parties were in a stalemate.

Mason heard gunshots coming from outside, presumably his bodyguards had discovered the enemy invasion.

He couldn't help but shake his head.

These people are very professional, but the people who assassinated him are also very professional!

And they are not supernatural powers after all.

Now they face street heroes and street assassinations, but later on, as the enemies become stronger and stronger, they may not be able to resist those anti-heroes who fly into the sky and escape from the ground.

Before Mason traveled through time, he knew a little bit about Marvel, but it was all from movies. His colleagues once complained that the abilities of these heroes and anti-heroes were too suppressed in the movie.

Thanos killed half of all living things in the universe with a snap of his fingers. Is this too overwhelming?

At that time, his colleagues kept giving him popular science, such as the gods group, the invincible swallowing stars, death, eternity, the transcendent, and under all things.

At that time, Mason was confused.

According to what he said, doesn't it mean that any editor can brag and any character can beat it? If this continues, the power system will have collapsed long ago.

At that time, the colleague patted him on the shoulder and said: "Don't think so much, just feel good and it will be over!"