Marvel's strongest warden

The scene outside was distorted like a kaleidoscope that was constantly refracting. Mason didn't know why it was like this, but he vaguely saw his colleague holding a comic book in the distance.

There he was, dancing and chattering nonstop about his hobbies towards a void!

"Old Qi, look at how powerful this Dr. Doom is! Divine Lord Doom, let me ask you if you are powerful! This is the regent of Latovinia!

He created a world that belongs to him in the comics!

Look, look at this armor, how handsome it is!

I fucking love this armor!"

Immediately afterwards, a colleague introduced Dr. Doom's life with spitting remarks. His mother was a gypsy witch. Because of learning black magic, the old liar Mephisto took away her soul. In order to pursue his mother's soul, Dr. Doom worked hard to practice black magic.

Magic, learning new knowledge, etc.

Blah blah blah.

Mason stopped quietly in the vast, ocean-like depths of his consciousness, watching from afar everything in the depths of his memory.

There was a rare warmth in his eyes after reading this introduction.

Dr. Doom…

After Mason muttered the last sentence, he woke up from the depths of his subconscious!

He opened his eyes, slowly raised his head from the mirror, stood up, did a set of stretches, got himself a cup of coffee, and stood next to the window.

Let the warm sun shine on you.

This afternoon was finally a wonderful half day.

There was no quarrel.

There was no fighting.

No annoying incidents.

There is only this beautiful sun, the empty scene in front of the window, and a cup of warm coffee in my hand.

There's nothing like a pleasant afternoon.

If only at this time, I had a perfectly fried French fries on hand, the world would be a better place!

Mason put one hand in his trouser pocket and took a sip of coffee with the other hand. He was about to open the window and let the wind blow in. Then, his phone rang!

"Fuck!"

Mason's happy tea time disappeared in just an instant!

He waved his fist in the air angrily. After answering the phone, his tone changed 360 degrees, a smile appeared on his face, and he asked gently: "Hello, this is Mason Clausewie.

Ci, who are you?"

Business is business.

Mason doesn't like to bring his personal emotions to work.

Maintaining objectivity and rationality is what he has always pursued.

On the phone, before he finished introducing himself, a panicked and heavily breathing voice came from the other side. The voice was somewhat distorted due to nervousness.

But Mason still recognized whose voice it was.

That should be the voice of the current head of Osborne Industries, Norman Osborne.

The other party deliberately lowered his voice, suppressed and trembled and said: "Mr. Mason, I am Norman Osborne. I think I need your help now."

"Of course, of course, Mr. Osborne, I will give you my help, but listening to the noise on your side, it seems that something is not good on your side. Do you need me to call 911 for you?"

"No, no, thank you."

After Norman Osborne vetoed the three consecutive orders, he hurriedly said to Mason: "Doctor Mason, do you have time now? I need you to come to my house!

I have some little trouble here and need your help.

I think my condition has gotten worse!"

Mason listened carefully to the background sound on the other side of the phone. It should be a hoarse and regular language. This voice was attached behind Norman, with an extremely uncomfortable and creepy feeling.

It's like an arthropod using its long, thin feet with trace amounts of toxins to penetrate your skin very quickly.

Gives me goosebumps!

"Sorry, Mr. Osborne, as I said, I am actually a psychiatrist. I feel that regarding your problem, you may need to call the church and ask someone from the church to come and deal with the matter."

There was an awkward silence on the other side of the phone, and Mr. Osborne stopped talking, but the devil's whisper on the other side still existed, and that voice was getting closer and louder.

Mason even heard an urgent desire inside.

"Then don't bother Dr. Mason."

Hearing that Mason didn't want to take on another business, he said in a low tone, and wanted to hang up the phone after saying that, but just when he was desperate, Mason suddenly said: "But despite this, Mr. Osborne, as long as you

If you add money.

In fact, I could also be an exorcist.

But the price of an exorcist has to be calculated separately."

…

Osborne almost broke the table in front of him. He had never been so eager to punch someone in the face like now!

He thought that he had entered civilization and would not be like the damn Germanic barbarian across from him, who would do everything with his hands.

But now, he felt that he was wrong. He really wanted to roll up his sleeves and punch the other person's vampire-like face!

But when he saw the devil in the mirror opposite, whose eyes were like red-hot coals, he finally endured his anger.

At this time, he would rather have a mental problem than actually meet the devil!

If he has a mental problem, he can take advantage of this moment to lock the door in the house he is in and throw away the key.

That way he wouldn't hurt his son, little Harry downstairs.

But if he were a demon, he wouldn't be able to protect his son.

So he said to the other side: "Okay, Mr. Mason, you will set the price this time.

But I have only one request.

My son, Harry Osborne, must not let anything happen to him!

Absolutely, no, he must be safe!

If something happens to him, I won't pay you a penny!"

"Okay, Mr. Osborne." When the person on the phone heard that he was willing to offer a big price, his voice suddenly became happy: "Tell me your home address and I'll be here soon.

Before I come, Mr. Osborne, you'd better do nothing and just wait for me to come. If you're still worried, maybe you can download a Bible online and listen to it.

At least music can soothe your mood, and you won't be so bored before I arrive.

Trust me, you'll be fine, Mr. Osborne."

After getting the address and heading to Osborne's Manhattan apartment, Mason began his exorcism career.

In order to guard against Mephisto, he not only tattooed the Red King and White Queen on his body.

He also has a lot of fun things at hand.

Whether it was real holy water or holy salt, or a demon-conquering pestle from Tibetan Buddhism, or a shroud from a mummy, he had hoarded a lot of it.

These things finally have their own use today.

He sat in the car and drove out of the gate.

At the same time, in a basement somewhere in New York, a person was watching the screen recording intently. On the screen, there was a young man in uniform using his vibranium shield in a childish way, fighting with his comrades.

Video of entering the German base.

His eyes never rested on the other members of the Howling Commandos. He watched the young Captain America throw the shield over and over again until his phone rang.

After hanging up the phone, he stuffed the last bite of the sandwich into his mouth and put on his skull mask.

"The prey is out of the cage."