Marvel's strongest warden

"I don't need any bullshit apology! Oh, damn!"

With an excited look on his face, Ward jumped up from the hospital bed, and then the pain caused him to fall heavily on the bed, like a salted fish that had just finished swimming.

The severe pain caused him to cover his head. The concussion made him think at this moment that his scalp and the brain inside had been completely separated and became two completely unrelated things.

If you move even a little bit, the pain will be severe!

As if nothing happened, Mason put away the syringe and said, "This potion is called Night Demon Potion. Its only function is to allow you to see as clearly as during the day without any instruments at night.

Ever heard of a vampire, Ward? This potion will make you act like a vampire..."

"Same as what?"

After Ward heard about vampires, his face became extremely ugly. He did not doubt that Mason could turn him into a vampire.

Damn it, he didn't want to be that blood-sucking, disgusting monster that only appeared at night.

He wants to be a man!

At this thought, he even ignored his head that was still in severe pain and punched Mason in the face.

Mason was motionless, but Ward's punch was indeed empty and hit the air, unless he punched fast enough to drain the air from Mason's eyes and suffocate him to death.

Otherwise, this punch will have no effect on him.

Looking at the irrational Ward, Mason shook his head at him and said regretfully: "Ward, being impatient is not a good thing, especially for an agent like you.

There have been so many unprofessional things about you during your time here that it is hard for me to believe that your espionage class scores are second only to the legendary spy Black Widow Natasha.

If all the agents SHIELD trains are like you, Ward, it's no exaggeration to say that I'm really, really, disappointed.

Cheer up, Ward, that injection of medicine just now will not turn you into a vampire at all. In fact, it will only give you the same vision in the dark as a vampire.

If you want to become a vampire, you only need to read a book. As long as you are willing to become a vampire, the book will tell you how to do it.

With me, I will not force you to do anything. We are partners and like-minded people. Of course, now, I am your boss.

After all, you still receive my salary."

Mason chattered to himself like an old man reminiscing about his past glory. He straightened his appearance, extended his hand to Ward and said, "Well, Mr. Ward, I'll leave first.

For this incident, I would like to express my deepest apologies on my own behalf. Don’t worry, the matter is over.”

For some reason, Ward felt a bone-chilling coldness when he looked at the young man who was chattering and tidying up his face. This feeling once appeared when he was still weak and Gartler took him hunting.

Garrett gave him an old musket and some grenades, plus four or five hounds, and threw him into the Siberian wilderness, asking him to bring back a wild bear.

Alive or dead.

He only had two days of food on him, and he had to share it with the dogs.

When he saw a big bear that woke up early due to hunger in the endless and uninhabited wilderness, the bone-chilling chill was exactly the same as now.

It's just like a nightmare.

He felt his body stiffen for a moment, which was a subconscious action of creatures when encountering fatal danger.

Even humans themselves cannot control it.

After Mason walked out, Ward returned to normal. He felt that the clothes behind him were soaked with cold sweat, sticky and uncomfortable.

Just when he was holding his painful head and wanted to lie down, a sweet-looking nurse with a sincere smile walked in from the door. She held a new hospital gown in her hand and said: "Mr. Ward, just now, the director

He asked me to bring you new hospital gowns. He said that people who are sick should not wear wet clothes, otherwise they will feel uncomfortable."

When Ward heard this, the arm covering his head froze slightly. He glanced at the direction Mason left without saying a word.

Mason didn't plan to say anything more. After he walked out of the door, he received a text message.

[Institute, Ross, Soldier, Chip, Serum]

Mason looked at these words, then changed hands and put the phone back into his pocket. It seems that our lovely Miss Qianson is indeed qualified. After she knew what had just happened in the laboratory, she passed it on.

He returned to his "secret base". In fact, what Miss Qianson passed over was vague and inconsistent, but Mason happened to know what it was.

"Blonsky, are you still going to be injected with the super soldier serum? Is it worth it to give up everything for strength?"

Mason got himself a glass of tequila, breathed a sigh of relief, and didn't know who to talk to.

Because he keeps talking to himself.

So he answered it himself and said it was worth it.

After drinking the tequila, he started his actions.

Mason placed the sharpened goat horns around himself as a simple protection, and decided to have a good talk with the member of the Ten Rings Gang who was bewitched by him.

After all, he had already cast a curse, so it would be too rude to ignore him and not ask.

…

San Francisco, a mansion.

The peripheral member of the Ten Rings Gang who was bewitched by Mason has now become a small leader. Until now, he can't believe it. He feels that the opportunities in life are so wonderful that he seems to be in a dream now.

He gained wealth and power, and was given a lot of subordinates and business by that great master.

When he landed, he also met the legendary master.

He was wearing a robe that looked very valuable, decorated with gold threads and precious stones, and looked like an eagle and the earth.

Although your face is old, your eyes are very lively.

His hands were like eagle talons, and he sat lazily on a red solid wood chair, holding a cup of tea in his hands.

It was also because of this posture that everyone who entered the door saw the ten rings on his hand.

This is also the origin of the Ten Rings Gang, but no matter who it was, after glancing at his hand, they quickly lowered their eyebrows and did not dare to look again.

These are the rules of this big boss. When working under this big boss, you must abide by the rules.

Follow the rules and you will be rewarded.

If you disobey the rules, you will die!

With these thoughts in mind, the little boss took a look at his equipment. Even when he was at his most prosperous, he had never owned such complete equipment. Not to mention supporting him in these underground activities, with these, even if he went

He is willing to assassinate the president.

Just when he felt that he had no intention of sleeping for a long night and was about to call a few new girls, he suddenly felt a feeling of sleepiness coming over him. Then, he hit his head hard on the table in front of him, knocking it over.

He drank the wine glass in front of him and didn't know who was going on.