Marvel's strongest warden

Mason arrived at Norman Osborne's apartment in Manhattan, closed the car door, and looked at the independent apartment in front of him.

According to Osborne's financial resources, living in such an independent apartment can be considered simple.

Osborne said hello in advance. Mason opened the door and saw a servant looking at him anxiously and saying, "Is this Dr. Mason? Mr. Osborne said that if you come, go directly to his study.

That’s it.”

"etc."

The servant was about to take him upstairs to find Osborne, but Mason refused her and said to her: "I first want to meet Mr. Norman's son, little Harry!

Otherwise, I won’t go anywhere!”

The servant was also stunned. She had never expected that Dr. Mason would make such a request. She hesitated and glanced at a room. When her eyes focused on Mr. Mason again, she found that he was showing her no trace.

An emotionless fake smile.

Knocked her unconscious!

"I'm so sorry, ma'am."

He took out a Franklin card from his pocket, stuffed it into the servant's clothes as compensation, and strode to the door.

The door was locked, and it seemed that everything that happened just now fell into the eyes of little Harry who was peeking, but in his panic, little Harry forgot one thing.

He forgot to take the key from the keyhole.

"This is really a mistake. I hope you remember to take out the key next time."

He whispered to himself, and little Harry inside the door opened his eyes wide, watching the key twist by itself and open the door.

Mason walked in from outside the door, looking somewhat similar to Norman - especially little Harry, who had the same eye color and hair color and asked kindly: "Are you Mr. Norman's son, Harry Osborne?"

Well, you look a lot like your father."

"Who are you?"

Little Harry found a fruit knife somewhere and held it in front of him.

Mason glanced at the knife and wrinkled his nose and said: "Okay, let me introduce myself, I am the psychiatrist hired by your father, my name is Mason, you can call me Dr. Mason!

I know you were peeking in front and saw me knocking out your nanny, so you had some misunderstandings about me..."

"It's a servant, not a nanny!"

Even at this time, little Harry was still obsessed with such trivial matters as addressing him. Mason followed him and said, "Oh, yes, I'm your servant. I'm sorry."

While apologizing, he took out a package from the cloth bag under his hand. After opening the package, he sprinkled the salt on the ground to form a fish shape.

Looking at the men beside Dr. Mason who were carrying long knives, he couldn't believe that he was a doctor.

Seeing that little Harry's eyes were always fixed on the katana carried by the Hand assassin next to him, Mason took out the samurai's katana next to him and said: "He is my assistant, and the one he carries with him is for surgery.

Knives!

As a doctor, is it unusual for me to have an assistant?"

"But you said you were a psychiatrist!"

Little Harry became even more frightened. Mason handed the bag containing the holy salt to the killer on the side and said, "Really? Did I really say that?"

Little Harry is really worthy of being a high school student, and his memory is really good. Now, bring back the servants outside."

Harry Osborn felt that he was insulted and his face turned red. He felt that he was being treated like a child, but before he could protest, he saw the man named Dr. Mason carefully stepping over

The salt on the ground walked towards me.

"What are you going to do?"

Little Harry yelled out the last words in shock, and the knife in his hand disappeared. Then, his eyesight went dark and he fainted.

"Well, children are difficult to deal with. If you weren't the prerequisite for me to get the money, I wouldn't have to worry so much."

He threw the fainted Harry Osborn and the servant into the Jesus fish turned into holy salt, so that even if the devil from hell came, he could make some noise and call him to rescue people.

As for the reason for knocking them unconscious, it is even simpler.

Fainted and dead people are relatively easy to control. Mason is here to exorcise demons, not to be a babysitter! It takes no effort at all for the demon to confuse two sober humans.

Fainting now is much more dangerous than being awake.

After doing this, Mason took all the holy salt off his hands and said, "Let's go up and see who the devil who keeps harassing my clients is!"

…

In Osborne's study, Norman Os was half-kneeling on the ground, covering his ears with his hands, looking extremely painful!

Behind him is a demon that is almost escaping.

His fingers almost touched Osborne's neck, and the twisted smile on his face showed that he was actually extremely happy.

He knew that he would not be discovered by those nasty magicians in the atrium.

That is the curse buried in the blood of the Osborne family, and it is also his protective color in the atrium.

"The taste of blood, the taste of freedom..."

He whispered obsessively, his fiery red skin exuding dryness and heat like charcoal fire, and his long and sharp nails were even closer to Osborne's neck.

Of course he doesn't want to kill Osborne. In fact, everything he is doing now is to break Osborne's psychological defense.

He needs Osborne as his anchor point and coordinates.

In other words, he is the one who least wants Osborne to die, he just wants Osborne to be charmed by him.

He needs an obedient puppet!

His nails lightly brushed across Osborne's neck, and he gently rested his head next to Norman Osborne's ear.

But before he could continue to speak, he heard a loud "bang", the study door was kicked open, the chain door hit the glass behind, smashing the glass, and the wind rushed in.

.

Before the devil could react, the holy salt hit him like no money. Even he was grinning in pain for a moment!

Damn the exorcist, damn the priest, damn the holy salt!

In this world, if there are demons, there will naturally be angels and Satan - although countless demons, in order to enhance their own worth and status, call themselves Satan, that is, the lord of hell and the enemy of God.

Of course there is God.

It's just that God, the old man, has not appeared in the multiverse for a long time, as if He has left here for a long time.

Of course, even though He has been gone for a long time, His power is still there. Even a being of the level of Odin can use his power by chanting his name after death, let alone a being like God!

It's just that if you want to recite the name of God and gain the power of God, I'm afraid only those devout priests can do it. Mason recited the name of God instead, but it has no effect.

But it doesn’t matter, having scripture in one hand and compassion in the other is not Mason’s style. A blast of holy salt covering the head and face, and then strangling the devil’s neck with one hand, this is Mason’s method!

"You, who are you?"

The devil opened his eyes wide. His whole body was corroded by the holy salt, and even one of his eyes was corroded and blinded. He never thought that he would capsize here!

Who is the opponent?

How can he come back with revenge?

But no matter what he thought, he didn't have time to see who was the person who killed his projection.

The wind in his ears was howling, and his figure was constantly moving backwards.

Countless ashes decomposed his body, causing him endless pain!

Mason held his throat with one hand, and the magic pestle in the other hand was like a precise and delicate sewing machine, piercing his abdomen mercilessly!

By the time Mason stopped, he was already standing by the glass window, only one step away from falling. His arms were stretched out of the window. At this time, only the neck and half of the terrifying demon was left.

Make a face.

Exposed to outside air.

Mason dropped the demon-conquering pestle in his hand on the ground. Regardless of whether the other party could see him or not, he showed him a friendly and polite smile, gently let go of his hand, and watched the demon turn into ashes in the air.

Scattered in the wind.