Marvel's strongest warden

The name of this beautiful secretary here is Natalie Roschman.

Of course, her actual name is Natasha.

A level 10 S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, an outstanding spy, and a talented assassin.

Even Obadiah, who was now full of worries, unconsciously glanced at her twice more.

Men are honest.

Their language can deceive.

Eyes don't.

Very white folder.

Obadiah hurried downstairs, got into his sports car, and went to get pizza.

…

New York, Manhattan, high-rise buildings.

Jin Bin stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass window with a cane, looking at the lights of thousands of houses below, with a relaxed smile on his lips.

Mr. Negative was also here, and his men placed boxes after boxes of scattered US dollars in the office.

These cash items are particularly charming. They have no consecutive numbers, varying amounts, and some even have food or gasoline stains on them.

They are a perfect way to avoid taxes.

The film looked at the stacked cash and said, "Are you sure the people this time can kill Mason?"

"I think, yes, if he takes this task, he will definitely be able to kill Mason, but his price is a bit expensive. To kill Mason, he will need 1.5 million US dollars.

cash.

Pay fifty percent first."

Even Mr. Film frowned at this time. To be honest, the price was beyond his expectation. Even the Hand and Bullseye, which are famous for their high prices, their prices were less than three points of this person's asking price.

one.

"I hope he's really worth the price, Kingpin, who is he?"

Mr. Negative asked Kingpin, who took his cell phone and told him the name of the hired killer.

"I think his name should be, Taskmaster."

…

Mason got out of the car, smelled the fresh air outside, and felt refreshed.

"There are still six hours until the ultimatum. Well, this is really news worth celebrating."

The rest of the bodyguards got out of the car, and the environmental guards were beside him. Half of them were his elite team, and the other half were professional killers from the Hand. Only professional killers know the habits of professional killers.

Mason found a small restaurant, and a group of people almost occupied the entire restaurant table. The boss and waiter was frightened for a while, but when he heard that they planned to eat, the boss finally relaxed.

After stuffing a mouthful of pickled cucumber and bacon sandwich, Mason praised the boss for his good workmanship, he saw the armored vehicle driving in outside.

The driving direction of these people should be the Third Research Institute in the distance. Mason took a sip of the coffee at hand and said: "It seems that the old man has done something big this time and cooperated with the military."

Mason seemed to have thought of something and sneered again. The military will always be the most enthusiastic investor in the super soldier project.

Hydra took their funds and created and researched many weapons for themselves.

It seems that the military is the biggest victim here.

After finishing the rest of the sandwich, Mason left the restaurant with his bodyguard. He whispered to himself: "Let's go, we should also see what tricks old Clausewitz is going to play this time."

The front of the research institute was surrounded by American soldiers on three floors inside and three floors outside. When the soldiers saw Mason and his bodyguards walking over, they immediately pointed their guns at him and said to him: "This place is under martial law.

No matter who you are, get out of here, quickly, get out of here! Warning again, get out of here!"

Seeing them squeezing the trigger fingers, Mason felt that they were not joking. He raised his hands and said, "I know, I know, you guys relax, we have no intention of forcing a break-in."

The soldiers looked at Mason who was about to retreat, and their nervousness finally relaxed. These people had never been on the battlefield at all, and there was no smell of iron-blood in their bodies. They were already tense at this moment. If Mason did something inappropriate again,

Take action.

These hot-blooded young men might come and shoot at them randomly.

There was no need for Mason to kill them. Violence was a good medicine to solve everything, and it was also a trigger for disputes. He made a phone call not far away. After a while, the secretary of the old Clausewitz family, who looked like a brown bear,

Just appeared on the periphery.

"He is from the institute, let him enter."

He rushed out, and after seeing the people next to Mason, he regretfully said to Mason: "I'm sorry, Mason, Mr. Clausewitz said that only you can go in."

"It doesn't matter."

Mason said, and he gestured to the people around him, and they all stayed here. He followed the secretary in alone.

To him, it's the same whoever goes in, unless someone hides an angry Hulk in here.

Otherwise, no one can make him dishonorable, and Mason always likes to make those who dishonor him particularly dishonorable.

This was also his first time coming to the Third Research Institute. Mason said nothing the whole way, silently observing all the details here.

In his opinion, security at the entrance is the easiest, as it only requires checking the ID card.

There are toilets, a rest area, and security measures that seem to be better than nothing on the first floor, but there are no fire-proof stairs in this research institute.

There is only an elevator here.

Going up and down the elevator is almost the most strict place. He observed the secretary's movements. The elevator requires three confirmations of identification card, fingerprint and iris. The permissions of each floor are different.

"It's really interesting, but the consequence of using all electronic mechanization is that if I enter here, I only need to hack into the central computer."

Mason looked away and stared at his toes, thinking that he didn't know this skill, but Skye did, and David could also be of some help.

To invade here, the two of them should be enough!

If that's not enough, he can recruit enough hackers!

The brown bear-like secretary took him to the top floor. The secretary opened the door sideways and motioned for Mason to go in.

Sitting inside the door is the owner of this place, old Clausewitz.

Whitehall was not with him.

When Old Clausewitz saw Mason, he threw him a piece of clothing angrily and said: "From today on, calm down! Do what you should do, and don't tarnish your surname.

Otherwise, I don’t mind making you another brother. By then, you will be unrecyclable waste in the garbage dump!

I will give up on you, and you will be like a rag doll abandoned by a child, forever in the trash can!

Without me, you are nothing, it’s best not to force me to give up on you, Mason!”

Looking at the finger that was about to poke his eyes, Mason smiled and ducked back a little, and said to him: "Of course, I will definitely listen to you, father."

Old Clausewitz stared at Mason so closely, and neither of them planned to look away. Old Clausewitz's eyes gradually became dangerous.

Mason still looked calm.

His eyes were sincere and clear, without any anger at all!

The atmosphere began to get tense. Clausewitz believed in the principle of the wolf pack. He was the wolf king in the family. If he was not dead, then all the other wolves must submit obediently.

Without exception.

The same goes for blood relatives!

He couldn't see anything in Mason's eyes, but from his posture, he felt confrontation!

"Do you think that with the few people you have, you can fight against me, Mason?

Do you believe that I just asked people to raze your mental hospital?

And your stupid toy squad!"

Mason looked at him, lowered his head slightly and said: "I have no intention of resisting you, my father, if this makes you feel comfortable, then you are free to do so."

What he said is true. If the old Clausewitz insists on doing this, then he may start the plan to vacate the cage and change the bird in advance. By then, he will bloodbath the entire senior management of Clausewitz Medicine, and then

Replace with your own people.

The consequence of doing this is that it is very likely to be discovered by Hydra. Mason doesn't care how Hydra will react at that time.

He just wants to spend the early stage in a peaceful way. If others don't allow it, then he doesn't mind taking his people and turning this place upside down!