Marvel's strongest warden

Take control of Banner and the green monster he has become.

Even ugly monsters can work for them.

General Ross sat back on his seat. This was the method he had just thought of. This idea was so tempting. Once it appeared, even he would feel so hot that he could not control himself.

"No matter what, I will find you, Banner!"

General Ross found a comb from his desk, tidied himself up again, opened the door, and said to the people standing outside: "Go gather people, we have something to do again.

Be quick, Lieutenant, we don't have much time left!"

…

Mason helped Taskmaster out of the back seat of the car. The drive from the apartment to the nursing home was long enough to rejoin his bones.

He just has a slight limp now.

"You'd better give up killing me now, otherwise, you know, I won't show mercy to you anymore."

Mason said softly, and Taskmaster responded: "I don't promise that I won't kill you, Mr. Mason. Just now, you destroyed twenty years of my life!"

The door opened and Mason took him into the nursing home and found Frank, who was standing in front of Rollins without saying a word. He seemed much more awake now.

At least I'm no longer driven by hatred.

"Thank God, you're okay. You know, you are one of my top ten employees. If something happens to you, I will lose a lot of money."

Mason spoke freely. In fact, even if people like Jessica Jones and Ward who were not considered his own were included, Mason could not find ten outstanding employees.

Not to mention top ten.

Taskmaster broke away from Mason's help, looked at the unconscious Rollins and said: "You lunatic asylum, do you all like to break other people's bones?"

Mason glanced at him and said: "No, it's just that I prefer to break people's bones. Taskmaster, have you heard of this person?"

In the second half of the sentence, Mason asked Frank, not caring that Taskmaster was listening next to him.

"No."

Frank spat out a word coldly, and Mason nodded, glanced at Taskmaster and said, "I need you to follow me now, otherwise I won't worry.

You think you'd understand my concerns, don't you?

Of course, if you don't understand, I think you will learn to understand.

I ask you again, do you understand me, Taskmaster?"

Taskmaster looked at Mason with his skull mask on and said slowly: "Now you are the best at fighting, you have the final say."

"Thanks."

Mason said that he took Taskmaster and Frank to Bob's Tavern and gave them each a glass of lemonade to sober themselves up. Taskmaster looked at the cup that suddenly appeared on the empty bar and said: "So, you

Actually a wizard?"

"wizard?"

Mason looked at Taskmaster and said, "No, no, no, I'm a good person, a, good person, understand?

You see, even if you wanted to kill me for a while, I still spared your life. This shows that I am a gentle and reasonable gentleman. Do you think I am right?"

Taskmaster said nothing.

He felt that no matter how he answered him, he would be guilty of his own conscience and principles, because every word he said was untrue. This man would not blush or feel guilty at all when he told lies.

What's worse is that he can see that when this wizard named Mason speaks, his little movements and his eyes clearly tell others.

He believes what he says.

He truly believes that he is a generous, gentle and good person.

This feeling is really terrible!

He felt like he was dealing with the most difficult kind of lunatic.

Fortunately, after he shut up, Mason did not continue to ask him these embarrassing questions, but said: "Let me guess, you seem to be dissatisfied with your current job.

Really, Taskmaster?

You don't seem to be willing to exist as a murderous mercenary, right, Taskmaster, what do you want?

As a person, what I like most is people who are of the same mind.

I think you and I would be kindred spirits, what do you think?"

The Imitation Master still didn't speak. After he drank the lemonade in the last sip, he put the cup on the table, touched his lips, put the lower part of the mask on his face and said: ""You...

Bastard, you took away twenty years of my life and time!

You are a villain! A born criminal! A shameless XX!"

Mason always had a smile on his face, as if Taskmaster was not talking about him.

But after he finished speaking, Taskmaster looked at him as if he was a little discouraged and said: "So what is your path?

What price do I have to pay to get your extraordinary power?"

"If I give you a job, you will naturally get the power you want, but you are not going to ask me, what is the job I give you?"

Mason said, and Taskmaster continued: "Did I say yes to your job offer?"

"Oh, that's a shame," Mason stood up and straightened his clothes and said, "Well, I'm sorry, I'll mourn for you.

I'll start quickly."

"Stop!"

Seeing Mason talking like this, Taskmaster was a little flustered. He looked at Mason and said, "I agree to your request, but first you have to tell me, what can I do for you?"

"Train talents."

Miesen said to him, he pointed outside and said: "I have a lot of lost sheep here, and they don't know where their real power lies!

I need you to tell them what power is!

Real power."

After he finished speaking, he said to him: "If I guess correctly, you will see your first student tonight.

Today is Saturday, he may have acted bravely on the road and was a little late."

The classmate Peter Parker who didn't know that he had met a new teacher was indeed in trouble. His improved third-generation spider silk tightly tied up several villains from the Devil Gang.

These people were supposed to be active in Chinatown, but for some reason, their activities have been very frequent recently, and they have even appeared here and in Queens.

At the same time, several of his new gangs also appeared in Queens. These people were ruthless and more troublesome than those wearing devil masks.

Just when he was about to leave, many anesthetic needles suddenly flew out from the dark alley. Peter Parker's spider sense had warned him before.

Peter noticed this, he stretched out his hand to avoid the anesthetic needles like a juggler, and at the same time, he picked up the road sign next to him and threw it into the alley, beating the people inside into a ball.

"Oh, I didn't do this on purpose. Gentlemen, it was you who attacked first. I was defending myself."

After he finished speaking, he walked in, tied up all those people, called the police and left.

"I still have to go to class. I hope I won't be late this time."

He knew that the people who trained him didn't like to wait. They always looked cold, as if everyone owed them a huge deposit.