Marvel's strongest warden

Mason did not return to the manor or the nursing home at night. He returned to his apartment. Erica stood in front of Mason, lowering her eyes.

It seems like a student who made a mistake and was scolded.

She had never felt so defeated and useless as she did today.

She felt like there was a fire burning in her heart. She felt ashamed and powerless.

Erica doesn't like this feeling.

This means she is a weakling!

What a waste!

She doesn't allow herself to be so weak and incompetent!

Mason looked at her, pointed to the sofa and said, "Sit down first."

Erica sat down with her hands on her knees. Mason mixed a glass of honey water and handed it to her and said, "You don't have to feel sorry for this, but you need to remember this feeling.

It will drive you to keep going.

Know your shame and then be brave. Failure is not terrible. What is terrible is that you will not be able to recover because of it.

Now, tell me, Erica, will this derail you and sink you from now on?

Look me in the eyes and tell me, yes or no!”

Erica was slightly cheered up by Mason's words. She stared into Mason's eyes and said, "There won't be a next time, I promise you!"

"Since you said so, well, let's arrange everything tomorrow morning and you can join in the training.

You can still be stronger.

You have more power than you think.

The comfortable life lately has made us slack off. Erica, I will sleep on the sofa tonight, you go and sleep inside.

Also, I have quite a few sleeping bags there.

You all go to sleep.

Nothing will happen here, you are safe, trust me."

This is Mason's guarantee. These people firmly believe in Mason, and they are really exhausted now, as if the spirit in their bodies has been taken away.

The side effects of the scapegoat have arrived.

Mason watched them sleep, snapped his fingers, and summoned three hundred Introductions to Occultism and Practical Witchcraft.

He needed to replenish his knowledge recently. Although he could beat the man in black with the skull mask, he was interested in his fighting skills.

Even if he doesn't need it, his team members do, Erica does.

There is always no mistake in learning more things.

Mason thought.

He continued to grab a glass of ice water, and his eyes fell on the book in front of him. Studying was always painful, and even Mason could not deny this.

Fortunately, the painful thing is not just reading. David Lieberman grabbed Frank's fist tightly. He was really afraid that if Frank made another move, he would beat the one-eyed agent in front of him to death here.

Frank has now returned to the sanatorium, along with Banes and Rollins.

This audacious bald man kidnapped a CIA executive without any regard for the possible outpouring of anger from the CIA.

Even Lieberman felt that the world in front of him was dark for a moment.

"We can't do this, Frank. He is from the CIA after all. If we kill him here, we will be in big trouble! Frank, calm down."

Frank glanced at David indifferently. Skye, who came after hearing the news, saw this bloody scene and couldn't help but cover her mouth.

Unbelievable.

"Oh my God."

She said subconsciously, Frank heard her voice, glanced at her and stopped paying attention.

Every day's potion training has greatly enhanced Frank's strength. At least he won't have broken phalanges or bruised fists after two or three punches!

He didn't even need an ice pack on his fist.

What he is doing now is to remain silent and punch Rollins, that bastard, in the face one after another, making him go from being arrogant to begging for mercy.

"Stop fighting. I'll tell you whatever you want to know. Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

Rollins howled like a defeated dog, but it was obvious that Frank would not sympathize with him, nor would he sympathize with any sinner.

His heart is as hard as steel.

Frank has a heart of steel.

David Lieberman's whole body was almost hanging on Frank's fist. No matter what, at least for now, this man could not die here.

They also need some information.

Seeing that he couldn't stop Frank, Lieberman shouted to Skye loudly: "Call, call Mason! Go find his boss, we can't let him beat this man to death, this man is still useful.

!”

"Okay, okay, okay!"

Panicked, Skye took out her cell phone, but she was so nervous that the phone seemed to be dancing in her hand. She jumped around two or three times before she caught it.

When she opened the address book, her face became even more nervous.

"Damn, I don't have his contact information!"

Skye shouted loudly, over there, Ward heard the chaos here, he pushed past the Russian gangsters and Mexican smugglers who were watching the fun, and came to Skye.

"Thank God, someone finally came to help!"

Lieberman looked at Ward who was walking over and said. Ward saw the scene in front of him, stretched out one hand in front of him, spread his fingers and said to Frank: "Wait, wait, we need to talk, man, you

The situation doesn’t look right.”

One of his hands subconsciously touched his lower back, where there was a stun gun.

Although he didn't know who the person with the beaten face in front of him was, and he didn't know who the man and woman were in front of him, but he knew who the bald one-eyed dragon was.

He was Mason's right-hand man, and generally speaking, all his actions were approved or acquiesced by Mason.

But now it seems that Mason's right-hand man is crazy, with a crazy light shining in his one eye!

The unforgettable hatred made Ward tremble in his heart when he saw it. When Frank saw Ward, he mainly saw his hand touching his lower back.

"Don't use guns here."

This was Frank's first sentence and the only sentence Ward heard. Immediately afterwards, Frank rushed over!

He leaned down and pushed Ward against the wall like an angry rhinoceros. Ward felt like his stomach had been hit hard and wanted to lie on the ground and vomit.

But he knew that he couldn't follow his instinct. If he were lying on the ground and vomiting now, the one-eyed strong man on the other side would just need a football to kick him, and he would suffer a concussion and faint.

But this posture makes him unable to exert any force. Do you want him to keep hammering the Cyclops' back like a helpless child?

This won't cause him any harm.

As for him, there were no weapons that could be easily obtained.

Ward's thinking lasted only a few seconds, or even a few seconds before Frank had already continued to take action. He threw Ward upwards with force, and Ward's head hit the ceiling.

Intimate contact, and when he let go again, Ward was already lying on the ground.

His head was covered in blood.

Frank had no mercy. He turned his head and saw Lieberman holding a mobile phone. He pointed at the mobile phone and said hurriedly: "Phone, Mason asked you to answer the phone."