Marvel's strongest warden

They came with six people and two cars. This time five people came out to arrest Skye, leaving one person to watch the car.

For Skye, it was considered grand.

They have already figured out Skye's origin, but he is just an orphan in an orphanage, and he is sent away because of his bad personality.

To deal with this kind of person, they are easy to catch.

They returned to the car, and Skye felt hopeless. She only felt that her future was gloomy. After being caught by the CIA, she would lose her freedom and everything.

They may even be sent to do horrific experiments.

Skye reached out to cover her face, but her arms were tightly controlled by those strong men, and there was no way for her to move.

"let's go."

The strong men said to Mason after getting into the car.

Putting his gloved hands on the steering wheel in boredom, Mason started to whistle and glanced at them in the rearview mirror. Mason smiled at them and said: "Gentlemen, don't you feel uncomfortable when you treat a lady like this?" Are you ashamed?"

Without any nonsense, they raised their guns, pointed at Mason who was close at hand, and pulled the trigger.

Skye wanted to cover her mouth, she wanted to scream

This is really terrible. The power of the pistol has been criticized, but at this distance, the bullets like a storm are enough to kill anyone.

Mason didn't fight back, he let the bullets fall on his body, and said to them: "Gentlemen, I told you that people have limits."

He let the bullets fall on his body and tore his clothes. He reached out and tore off his clothes. The agents emptied the bullets in the gun, and the firing pin groaned weakly.

Mason said to them calmly: "So I decided not to be a human being. Now that the fight is over, it's my turn now."

These agents still have some means to deal with the enemy, but they have no chance to display them.

Mason didn't have the patience to continue playing games with them, and his hand gently stroked the throats of these people.

They clutched their throats in pain and fell on the back seat.

The car behind had already sensed something was wrong, but they didn't have time to check. The guns that were originally in their holsters floated up under Mason's huge mental power, and shot them in the heart.

It's just such a short time, except for Mason and Skye, there are all dead people here.

Mason got out of the car. After all this was done, he took out a Devil Gang mask from the back seat, put it on his face, opened the car door and walked out.

He held Skye in one hand, and Skye kept hitting him.

"let me go."

Tears ran down her face, and she was really frightened. It was okay to be shot at such a close range. No matter how she looked at it, she felt that Mason was no longer a human being.

She was extremely terrified and frightened now, Mason gently pinched the back of her neck, and carried her out of the block.

He didn't wear a mask to guard against surveillance cameras. In this kind of neighborhood, there are no surveillance cameras at all. What he wore was to guard against the gangsters here.

He didn't want these people to see his face.

It's just that things didn't go as planned, after Mason took two steps, he stopped, looked up, and a dart was shot towards his eyes.

Mason didn't dodge, the dart shot into his eye, but he didn't feel any pain.

Putting the unconscious Skye into the car, during the process, countless bullets landed on him, and some bullets tried to go towards Skye trickily.

These are all blocked by him.

Logically speaking, when encountering such an opponent who is obviously not human, the killer has already left quickly, but Bullseye does not believe in evil.

He wants to try again

But when he wanted to leave, he couldn't leave anymore. The man who was motionless and waiting to be beaten suddenly moved.

As a former FBI agent, Bullseye is not bad at close combat, but what he met was Mason.

No matter where he hit Mason's vital points, Mason remained expressionless. Bullseye's fighting ability was indeed strong, but his strength was still insufficient.

If the Hulk was in front of his eyes, Mason would never fight him so casually, or a well-trained Spider-Man, Mason may not be his opponent.

Compared with these heroes, Bullseye was much weaker. Just when he was about to continue to attack, Mason lost his patience and punched him in the jaw.

Bullseye fell to the ground, completely fainted.

This blow was too ruthless. Mason carried the two people out of the street. Fighting broke out on the street. After a long time, people also came out.

Even the addict who was lying on the ground like a salted fish had long since disappeared. After Mason walked out, he saw a refrigerated truck waiting outside the street corner.

After stuffing these two people into the car, Mason left by himself. These people are not his people, these are professional scavengers, they do this kind of thing, and they charge this money.

They're unreliable, but there's nothing wrong with that.

Mason also found them through an intermediary. As for the intermediary, they didn't know who Mason was.

After passing a Chinese restaurant, he took a car in a different form and returned to the manor in the suburbs.

As for the aftermath, it is natural that someone else will handle it. Mason doesn't need to do it himself. After he returned to the manor, he changed his clothes.

He went to rescue people himself this time, mainly because Frank and Aliaka were not there. As for the rest of the elite team, their attendance was too slow.

This is really not good news.

He sat next to the table, and the phone rang again. He picked it up and saw that it was an unknown phone number. After connecting, a hoarse voice came from there.

"Mason Clausewitz, I heard you were an excellent psychiatrist."

Mason was stunned for a moment. For a long time, others called him Clausewitz Jr., or Mason, or the lunatic in the madhouse, with all kinds of crowns.

It made him forget that he was a psychiatrist, a serious psychiatrist.

But he quickly reacted and said, "Yes, sir, I am indeed a professional in terms of mental construction."

The voice over there continued to be low, and at the same time Mason heard a rustling sound over there, as if someone was lowering his voice to speak.

Mason didn't know what he was talking about, but he obviously felt that the tone of the person he was talking to was getting more and more irritable and impatient. He said to Mason: "Then, can I make an appointment with you, Dr. Mason?"

Mason thought for a while and found that he was indeed fine now, but he was assassinated just once when he went out, so he didn't like to go out, so he said: "Of course, I have time this week, but I have to come to my nursing home, but Mr. , may I ask rudely, who are you?"

"Oh, okay, then I'll come over at ten o'clock tomorrow morning. I'm Norman Osborne. I think you should know who I am."

"It turned out to be Mr. Norman from Osborne Industries. Okay, see you tomorrow at ten o'clock."

Mason waited there and hung up the phone, and said with a strange expression: "Spider-Man is here, Green Goblin, can it be far behind?"