Marvel's strongest warden

Professor Kurt Connors, the senior researcher Norman Osman relies on most, is the leader of this genetic medicine.

He has only one arm.

The other one remains on the battlefield forever.

He is a retired military doctor. Even though he has been away from the battlefield for so many years, his every move still carries a strong military style.

Domineering, domineering, and telling the truth.

Of course, these were the words slandered by his researchers secretly. These shortcomings in the eyes of the researchers were precisely the reasons why Norman Osborne chose him.

In the eyes of the boss, these qualities are efficient, precise and reassuring.

His favorite words are: "Don't be superstitious about authority. I want you to calculate all the data yourself! Calculate it yourself! Also, if you can't calculate these data tonight, no one will want to go home!"

It's just that in the past few days, Professor Kurt has been in a very depressed mood. His data has been stuck at a threshold and can no longer be passed.

When he heard someone calling him, he closed his eyes tiredly. When he opened them again, he turned into the stern and tough Professor Kurt again!

"What happened? Oh, Chelsea, I didn't tell you that everything must be kept clean and tidy here in the laboratory!

Look, it's a mess here!

Tell me, did a bomb explode here, Chelsea? Well, or did a hurricane form here!

You'd better give me a satisfactory explanation, Chelsea.

Otherwise you will clean the toilet tomorrow!

I am not threatening you, I am stating a fact, and I hope you know that I am very angry now!"

Normally, if Chelsea saw such an angry Professor Kurt, he would be nervous and unable to speak, but now, with an excited face, he held the piece of paper tremblingly and said: "Professor, look at this.

Look at this, Professor!"

Looking at Chelsea who was excited and incoherent, Kurt took the piece of paper with one hand suspiciously, but after looking at it twice, he became obsessed with it.

For this data, they didn't know how long they had been stagnant. Even in their dreams, dense data would appear.

At first glance, Professor Kurt felt that the data this time was somewhat interesting, but he didn't know whether it was.

He still needs to do the calculation again!

Satisfied, he vigorously patted the shoulder of the researcher he had just criticized, and said to him: "Well done, Chelsea. If the data this time is really correct, I will take credit for you."

Chelsea's face turned red with excitement.

He knew that Professor Kurt always kept his word, and this time he really got rich!

Professor Kurt's attention was all focused on the piece of paper in front of him. He turned around and walked back to his desk, and asked casually: "By the way, Chelsea, what is going on with this mess?

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Chelsea was also speechless.

He didn't know what was going on, so he subconsciously looked back at the laboratory. His eyes were confused. Although this was not a place for serious experiments, precautions were considered prudent.

The place for serious experiments is on the other side, and this is where everyone calculates formulas.

Next to it is the lounge.

Whether here or in the lounge, there are no windows in the design. All the wind comes from the air conditioning and fresh air systems. Of course, the ventilation system of the laboratory is another set and has nothing to do with this place.

So where did the strong wind just come from?

Chelsea was confused. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He felt that there was a vague smell of sulfur in the air, which was a bit pungent.

And now that he thought about it, he felt a little confused. The numbers on that piece of paper didn't look like he had written them, and he couldn't remember when he had written them.

But what does this matter?

It's just him sitting there working, if it's not his, then whose is it?

Chelsea felt that he was already a little nervous. It seemed that he was under too much pressure these days. After completing this research, he felt that he should find a place for vacation. Venice is good, and Hawaii Island is also good.

Can.

It really seemed like the damn job was done and then he could be free.

Putting some doubts behind him, he and Professor Kurt came to the computer and started a new round of calculations.

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After Mason came out of the Osborne house, he knew that the affairs of the Osborne family had nothing to do with him for the time being.

What he needs to focus on now is studying.

Learning is the ladder to success.

He snapped his fingers, and the thick introduction to mysticism fell into his hands.

The traffic in New York was so congested that he believed he would see it soon.

At that time, he felt that even if he cooked a hot pot meal in the car, the car would not be able to move a hundred meters after eating.

Sure enough, even though night had fallen outside, they were still stuck on the road. The sound of horns one after another seemed to be playing a noisy and aesthetically pleasing concert. The irritable taxi driver opened the window and started facing the outside.

With the bad rap, heavy rain, lights, and long queues of cars unexpectedly meeting each other at this time, under the various neon lights, there is actually a bit of a strange beauty.

Mason raised his head and saw the Stark Industries Building in the distance. The Stark Building looked taller and taller against the surrounding buildings. Mason gently closed the book and propped his elbows on the car window to watch.

Outside Stark Tower, I was thinking about the plot of Iron Man 1 and how far it had reached.

Was Iron Overlord ever created?

Mason took the evening snack from the killer next to him. The dragon's snack had not yet been refined. He still needed to eat more frequently to replenish his bottomless pit stomach.

Ten minutes later, he wiped his hands with a towel, looked at the still traffic, shook his head and continued reading.

But this time, before he could come up with the introduction to mysticism, he heard a loud "bang" and the Stark Industries Building exploded from the middle, scattering countless glass fragments!

"The momentum is huge."

He looked at the doll in the killer's arms and hid it deep in his clothes.

"Be careful, this is your life."

The killer nodded and apologized. Mason ignored him and looked out the window again.

He didn't expect that things would be so coincidental, and that the showdown between Iron Man and Iron Overlord would happen at this time!

Two missiles flew over from nowhere, got into the traffic, and exploded!

"When gods fight, mortals suffer!"

Mason looked at the people screaming in the distance and shook his head. His ears seemed to hear something. Suddenly he pushed the door open. In less than a few seconds, he pushed the driver and the killer away.

Throw out all the bodyguards!

A "boom" exploded at close range, and the car behind Mason turned into a fireball and shot up into the sky.

Logically speaking, Mason would have no chance of survival at this distance.

After all, whether it's shrapnel, shock waves, or high temperatures, they are deadly enough!

Mason stood in the firelight, looking at the suddenly tattered clothes, with no sadness or joy on his face.

"What should I do? I shouldn't go out."

He pulled off his clothes, looked at the killers and bodyguards who gathered around him, and said, "Find him, kill him, and bring his head to see me!"