Marvel's strongest warden

The clairvoyants will take over the territory of the Russians and Mexicans, and similarly, they will give some of the business to the Irish.

As a price, they need to recognize and help clairvoyants and master some channels in the early stage.

In this business, Mason acts as the guarantor.

The Irish gangster, that fat man wearing overalls and weighing over 250 pounds, stared closely at the face on the computer screen. After being silent for a while, he stretched out his hairy hand and shook hands with the clairvoyant person in charge opposite.

This means they have cooperated.

Mason watched all this with satisfaction and turned off the video.

He looked up and saw Ward sitting across from him. This time, Ward was the middleman in the business between Garrett and Mason. Garrett called himself a clairvoyant. This matter was a secret, but for Mason, this secret was not a secret at all.

None of it is secretive.

Seeing that the deal was completed, Ward handed a piece of paper to Mason and quickly left the office.

For some reason, Ward felt very uncomfortable sitting in Mason's office, especially the sculptures around him. For some reason, he always felt that these sculptures were alive and they were staring at him with various eyes.

If he had a choice, he wouldn't want to stay here for a minute.

The person opposite seemed to him like a legendary wizard, mysterious, evil and powerful.

If he had a choice, Ward would never be an enemy of such a person.

The paper Ward handed him had some names on it. These people were all members of Hydra, people lurking in the Clausewitz Institute of Hydra.

Hydra has never been a piece of metal. Each company has spies on the opposite side. They cooperate with each other, compete with each other, lay mines for each other, and cooperate with each other. The relationship is complicated. It can really be regarded as a big drama.

There is me among you and you among me. Mission Impossible.

Gartler is an outlier among Hydra. Firstly, he does not believe in the legend of the hive, and secondly, he does not want to dominate the world.

All he needs is himself.

The profits of Hell's Kitchen have never been small, and many shady products are circulated there.

Gartler needs this.

Clairvoyance is his power. After Hell's Kitchen is owned by him, all the profits will go to him. As for the price, Hydra paid for it for him.

He gave the list of these people to Mason, and everyone got their money and goods.

Mason looked at the name on it, and even the disguised home address, and showed a real smile.

“These people look really good, and some of them have even made their way into the management.

This saves me a lot of effort, so first of all, what we have to do is turn them into my people."

These people in Hydra are very interesting. Some report directly to the headquarters, while others report to their superiors. Among these people are people from Pierce and people from von Strucker.

Garrett didn't have any psychological burden on selling these people.

Mason looked at these people and took out three hundred practical witchcrafts. After searching them slowly, he said to himself: "Oh, if this is the case, time is urgent. I have no patience for these people. Since according to that

In a word, some people fear threats more than they fear morality.

It seems that the best way to deal with these people is to use threats.

Voodoo doll? This one looks interesting."

The voodoo doll comes from voodoo. The doll itself has many functions, but the one Mason sees now belongs to black voodoo. This voodoo doll is more like the black beard voodoo doll that Mason saw in Pirates of the Caribbean.

Poison doll.

Mason looked at the materials above. The rest were relatively easy to deal with. Half an ounce of the other party's blood and a hair. The hair was easy to deal with, but half an ounce of blood.

He sighed.

"Tenderness is a fatal poison. Only violence is the most direct respect. So let's make this matter simple."

He read the information here carefully again and called Eric.

"I think I need you a little now."

He held a piece of paper and said to Eric.

…

The NYPD officers came to Hell's Kitchen and stood on the street with their arms akimbo, feeling cold in broad daylight.

This thing is full of weirdness.

There are traces of fighting everywhere in these houses and shops, but taking all these gangsters away overnight is not something ordinary people can do!

When they checked here, they actually didn't want to check. Then the water was too deep. The detective was full and could not bear to check such a dangerous thing. Fortunately, at this time, some people stepped forward to take over the burden.

The person who came to hand over was a round face who looked very talkative. He took out his ID, looked at it for a long time and then said: "Hello, I am, I am the Homeland Strategy... uh, Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau,

Yes, that’s the agent of the agency, Phil Coulson, you can call me Coulson.”

The detective shook his hand suspiciously.

You can't blame him for doubting others. The main reason is that there are employees who can't pronounce the name of their own organization?

Coulson still has a friendly smile on his face. He is now a firefighter in SHIELD. He goes wherever he is needed and has almost no free time. After Natasha lurked into Stark Industries, he

Free again.

S.H.I.E.L.D. is also very concerned about Hell's Kitchen. After all, a lot of precious items have been leaked from here, especially since Hell's Kitchen only has a few blocks, and all the gangsters in the two blocks disappeared in a short time.

No matter how you look at it, this is a big deal!

Coulson had to come.

He was followed by several agents. Seeing the detective's disbelieving look, Coulson smiled and said to him: "Leave this place to us now. You can go back and resume your life."

Before the detective's doubts came out of his mouth, his cell phone rang. He answered the call twice and looked at the detective with more doubtful eyes, but still didn't say a word.

The team left.

Coulson watched these people leave and began to work. Currently, he did not have his own team. The people following him were all SHIELD agents, and the number was not fixed.

Looking at a three-story house that was completely deserted, he knew he had to start from scratch.

He walked into the house, but before he could take a few steps, he heard someone speaking English with a heavy accent from behind.

"Hey, man, that's our house, what are you doing in our house? We're going to call the police if you go in again."

"Um?"

When Colson heard this, he turned around and found that a lot of Russians had appeared on the street corner. Each of these people was bigger than the other, but they seemed to be very polite?

A group of vicious men, including several with scars on their faces and bodies, and even some with gunshot scars, were watching them from the street corner.

These should be the missing Russian gangsters. Coulson is also a man who has seen the world. Seeing that they are back, he is not worried at all.

Coulson didn't even think about drawing his gun. He knew in his heart that there were more than fifty people on the opposite side, although most of them seemed to be unarmed.

But Coulson still didn't intend to take action. He believed in his charm, so he stretched out his hand and put it where they could see it and said: "We don't have any harm. We just received the alarm and heard that you are all missing, so we came here specially."

have a look."

The eyes of these people are full of distrust. Are you kidding me? It’s not like they have never seen the police before. These people are wearing black suits and the last two are wearing sunglasses. They don’t look like they are here.

Investigating police.