Marvel's strongest warden

Chapter 142 Cooperation [Thanks to Huadie Tianya for the reward]

Mason's tone was extremely gentle, he looked like a scumbag who was coaxing his lover, and there was no abnormal expression on his face.

Although what he said, every word seemed to be filled with malicious bullets, hitting the Green Goblin's heart.

Unknowingly, a lot of vines grew out of the chair, and they got into the Green Goblin's body and sneaked into his blood.

Hill frowned at the back. Although she didn't see anything, she sensed something was wrong, so she put her hand on the gun at her waist and said, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"

She stepped forward while she was talking, Mason ignored her, and quickly said in the ear of the Green Goblin: "You'd better make a decision quickly, I don't have much time to play games with you here, time is money, I friend."

Hill rushed to Mason and the Goblin in a few steps. Mason turned his head away from the side of the Goblin's face. Hill saw that everything was normal, except that the Goblin looked a little tired.

"What just happened?"

she asked, and Mason said nonchalantly, "Nothing happened, ma'am.

I just tried soothing therapy on him and it seems to be working.

Perhaps the therapy would have been more effective if you hadn't yelled, so, Mr. Osborne, do you think what I just said was right?
Do you choose to cooperate, or not to cooperate? "

The Green Goblin is suffering. He feels that his blood and bones are covered with damned weeds. He can feel that these weeds have life, and they are another kind of life.

lodged in his body.

This wizard, he must have studied black magic, he is even more like a demon than him.

The Green Goblin stared viciously at Mason in front of him. Mason squeezed out a hypocritical smirk on his face, stretched out his hand, and made a fist.

It's like trying to grab someone's heart.

Hill stared at Mason's every move, and kept making profiles in his heart. Mason glanced at her interestingly, but ignored her.

The green goblin's face was ugly, as if he swallowed a hamburger dipped in mustard sauce, and he felt that those weeds seemed to break through his body and come to the depths of his soul.

Damn, what the hell is this!
They are like the blood of a certain monster. The Green Goblin can feel the pulse of these weeds. Obviously, these things just look like weeds.

He is not a wizard, he was deceived, the Mason opposite, he is simply a monster who believes in black magic!

He can do anything.

He may not want this body, but his soul must not have any accidents.

So when he was listening to Mason's second questioning, the Green Goblin spoke immediately.

"That's right, I suddenly remembered that it's just a waste of our time to continue to fight like this.

It's a pointless thing and it's wasting my life.

Well, I think we need to communicate, tell me, what do you need, what can I get? "

Mason clapped his hands happily and said, "It seems that my treatment is working," he turned his head, and said happily to Hill, "Our task is completed, and 30 is in hand, Ms. Simpler than I imagined.

I didn't even use some auxiliary props, which is really disappointing. "

Hill looked at him, showed a very business-like smile and said, "It's really simple, Mr. Mason, I can see that you are an excellent psychologist.",

"Thank you for the compliment."

Mason didn't care whether she really praised her or pretended to be perfunctory, as long as the matter was over, he opened the door and asked the two people guarding the door to call Brigadier General Tarbert back, and his mission was completed.

Mason turned his head and said to the Green Goblin, "Mr. Norman Osborn, tell me, you won't go back on your word and hurt our friendship, will you?"

"Of course," the Green Goblin said calmly, "You're right, I feel much more rational now, and can communicate with people in a friendly manner."

"This means that your condition has improved. I think you may need some sedative medicine. I will prescribe some for you."

Mason saw Hill walking away from him, of course he knew what Hill was going to do.

She went to watch surveillance.

But the question is, will she see what she wants?

He sat on the chair. Although he didn't speak, the Green Goblin frowned in pain. He felt the weeds in his body beating constantly, very regularly!

This is Morse code, Morse code that brings pain.

The Goblin spelled the words, and he sent a few words through his teeth.

"Okay, I see, you're right."

"Thank you."

Mason accepted his praise frankly. After a while, Brigadier General Talbot walked in. He looked at the Green Goblin who was sitting there quietly, no longer acting frantically, and Mason on the side, and turned his head and asked, "He's back to normal. gone?"

"temporary."

Mason said, "My client is a typical bipolar disorder, and now he has only temporarily curbed his illness, and he will still relapse in the near future.

So I suggest that you better not stimulate him too much, then within an hour, he may be fine.

Oh, General, don't look at me like this, you have to trust my professional ability and professional judgment. "

Brigadier General Tarbert heard Mason's words, thought for a while and said, "Of course we will believe you, but first, you have to go out first. I think Mr. Osborne and I have something to talk about."

"Oh, yes, what about my reward?"

Mason asked, Brigadier General Tarbert glanced at him and said: "Your reward is indispensable, you should go outside to rest first, and, that man named Hill is looking for you.

Believe me, if I were you, I would stay away from this person.

They are not very good people. "

"General, thank you for your reminder, you are really a good person."

He followed others and left here. Tarbert looked at the Green Goblin, sat down and said, "So, Mr. Norman Osborn, are you really willing to talk to us?"

"Of course, what do you want?"

Norman's eyes became clearer, and he seemed to be back to normal, of course, it was just a look, deep in his eyes, there was still a never-ending fire of hell.

Mason was led to the lounge. He brought himself a cup of coffee, held it in his hand, and had no intention of drinking it.

Hill appeared beside him and sat down.

"Why, don't you like the coffee here?"

Mason smiled softly. He remembered Ward's words. It is not surprising for agents to have thousands of faces, especially for senior agents like Hill, even Nick Fury. It may not be the real state of Hill.

It seems that now, the talkative Hill may just be an aspect she specially reserved for Mason to see, so Mason didn't speak, he put down the cup in his hand, closed his eyes, and fell on the sofa.

No matter what Hill said, he couldn't speak, as if he was asleep.

(End of this chapter)