Marvel's strongest warden

Mason broke into this man's dream almost roughly, and even rudely pulled a young boy into an unconscious dream.

In the mysterious side of Marvel, there are many people who can enter the dream world. There are not many people who are more Masons, and there are not many people who are less Masons.

The little leader of the Ten Rings Gang was not having a lucid dream. When Mason entered his dream, he saw many mosaic scenes.

"A very real desire."

Mason walked over, covered the poor child's head with his hands, and like Mantis, began to read and write his memory.

There is no doubt that Mason can see all of his memories.

His memories were very complicated, so Mason chose to read the latest one, about the Ten Rings Gang.

He saw the real leader of the Ten Rings Gang sitting on the main seat.

An old man with a gloomy face and a ring on each finger appeared in Mason's mind.

He sat boldly on the Taishi chair, with a handmade wool carpet under his feet. The robe he wore looked like it was Su embroidery. It was made by hand. Judging from the stitching, it should have been made by a master.

Most people would not wear such things at all. They would display them as luxury goods, lest there be any mistakes or scratches, and they would not be able to provide them in time, let alone wear them casually.

The old man didn't care about this. The clothes were already worn out by him.

The leader of the Ten Commandments Gang completely used this thing as a daily necessities.

"Another hateful rich man and lovely fat sheep."

Mason whispered, his perspective flowed along with the perspective in the little boss's memory, and finally stopped on the ten rings.

"Ten Rings Gang, ten rings..."

After getting the information he wanted, Mason left his dream and opened his eyes.

Soon after, that poor little bitch who doesn't even deserve a name will wake up. When he wakes up, he won't remember anything.

Mason drew the image of the old man on the paper, looked at his rather ancient turban, and wrote three lines of text under his portrait.

One line is the location of the little boss in his memory.

This is of little value. The leader of the Cunning Rabbit and the Ten Rings Gang will not always stay in one place.

The second line is the name of the leader of the Ten Rings Gang, and the function of each ring on his ten fingers.

The third line is Mason's signature.

After he finished drawing these, he saw Cheetah Girl lying on the ground, and he didn't know whether his ritual was a success or a failure.

The skin of the Cheetah Girl lying on the ground has completely turned ocher red, and dense scales have grown on her arms, forming a pair of armors.

She hasn't opened her eyes yet, so Mason doesn't know the color of her pupils. He only knows that he seems to have created a killing machine.

Whether it's the streamlined figure or the strange lines on the body, they all show a different kind of enchantment.

"Perhaps I should call you Alexstrasza, Queen of the Red Dragon?

Use your life to protect my life?"

Mason brought himself a cup of unknown drink. After drinking it, he placed the cup on the table and said to Cheetah Girl who was still unconscious on the ground, but he did not expect Cheetah Girl to speak.

Her soul is still in her body, Mason is sure of this.

Her genetic chain was completely disintegrated in Clausewitz's biochemical experiments. Mason was helpless and could only find a way to save her through mysterious means.

But he wasn't sure whether the rescue was successful or not. Her soul was still there and her vital signs were still there, but she just wouldn't wake up.

If you save a vegetative state, there is nothing you can do!

Just think of it as practice.

Mason was always thinking very openly. He turned around and was about to leave, but before he could leave, he suddenly heard the sound of Cheetah Girl's arm armor hitting the ground.

He raised his eyebrows, stopped, turned around and saw Cheetah Girl opening her eyes.

At this time, the Cheetah Girl showed a half-human, half-animal form. Her body was slender and she looked like a real strong cheetah - but she still had a human body. After opening her eyes, Mason saw her pupils.

It was a pair of golden, emotionless vertical pupils, as if they were some kind of cold-blooded carnivore. When she breathed, Mason even saw sparks splashing out of her nasal cavity.

There is no doubt that the current Cheetah Girl is in an extremely magical state, and is completely different from the original Cheetah Girl.

"What a domineering and perfect look."

Mason sincerely admired, and he asked Cheetah Girl: "Can you talk?"

Cheetah Girl's eyes had been staring at him since she opened her eyes. When she heard his question, she didn't react at all.

Mason raised his hand helplessly, tore off the skin on his hand with his teeth, and then wrote and drew on her body. No matter what he drew on Cheetah Girl's body, Cheetah Girl showed no reaction.

This is a psychic circle.

The blood penetrated into Cheetah Girl's body, and Mason sensed Cheetah Girl's thoughts. Her thoughts were very pure, just like a newborn creature. The previous memories seemed to have disappeared.

"Nevia?"

Mason tried to call her name, but she had no response. He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had saved a "child".

"Let me see your speed, strength, and lethality. My friend, since you have completely gotten rid of the past, from now on, you will be called the Red Dragon Queen, Alexstrasza."

Mason walked out, preparing to find a robe and a wide place to see what his Red Dragon Queen could do.

…

Clausewitz Medical AG, Institute III.

Bronski sat in a chair and kept stroking the back of his head. Even though the subcutaneous implant was only a minimally invasive surgery, not a single small scar was left on his face.

But he always felt uneasy.

Power always has a price, and he knew that the chip on the back of his head was the price he had to pay this time!

The serum made from Captain America's blood has been injected into his body.

He didn't feel the side effects they mentioned. Looking at the silver-white isolation wall in front of him, he clenched his fist and felt the power rushing through his body.

"This is what I want."

He unconsciously thought of the green monster he saw in Brazil. It was undeniable that he was indeed ugly, but what did it matter?

He is the representative of strength.

If only one day he could get that kind of power.

Even if it means selling your soul, what's wrong with it?

Outside the laboratory, Old Clausewitz looked at the instruments in front of him and said to General Ross next to him: "Everything is normal, General. No matter what you injected into this soldier, he is very healthy now and can even take an injection."

An elephant dies.”

"It's best this way. Thank you for your hard work, Clausewitz. I will remember your help to me."

As he spoke, he led the guards around him to open the door to the isolation room, and said to Bronsky inside: "Okay, soldier, tear off those useless infusion tubes. Our operation has begun. Don't do it."

Stay in a daze, follow me!"