Marvel's strongest warden

Killing the Hand and Daredevil, as well as the new and strong young Spider-Man in front of him are enough to tempt Jin Bin.

But reason told him that this was impossible.

The form of Hell's Kitchen is too complicated.

He was not sure that after the battle, he would not attract the last hunter.

Mason Clausewitz.

That's Kingpin's real enemy

He glanced at the half-dead Spider-Man lying on the ground and said with a smile: "In that case, forget it and let's leave here.

This little guy will be my gift to you. "

Jin Bing and Negative took the people away, and no one stopped them.

So does Erica.

After those people appeared, she knew she couldn't take Jin Bing away.

Looking at Jin Bin who was leaving, she didn't do anything, the ninjas set up the little spider, Erica planned to bring him to Mason,

She always finds it a good helper.

“What do they do?”

A ninja asked, and Erica took one look and said, "Let them go."

In the past, Erica would have been bitter about what the old man did back then.

But now, she has more important things to do.

She wanted to leave, but Gunsou didn't intend to let her go. He yelled at Erica: "My child, you must go back with me. You have gone astray now. That person is very dangerous."

Erica didn't even look at him. Stick wanted to rush up, but those ninjas stopped him, and he could only watch Erica leave.

Mason came out of the room, and he looked at the little spider placed in the room with some surprise.

That immature face was already exposed from behind the mask. Mason carefully made some black tea for him. Thinking that young people might be addicted to sweets, he specially asked the kitchen to prepare some desserts, and put honey in the black tea.

The little spider has probably woken up, but he is still not good at hiding his heartbeat and breathing.

"I'm not a bad person, since you've woken up, I think you should open your eyes and see me."

Mason said to him, and the little spider opened its eyes quickly. It has to be said that the spider gave him a strong recovery ability.

"It's lucky to be able to escape from Jin Bin's hands. I think you need to suppress your shock, here you are."

He handed the ceramic teacup to Little Spider, who took the cup, looked at Mason and stuttered and said: "Uh, uh, sir, although it's rude to ask, but I still want to ask who you are."

"I'm Mason Clausewitz. I think you should know me. I donated the library to your middle school."

"It's you, sir."

There was a look of surprise on the little spider's face, he had no idea what it meant when Mason said that he had donated the library to the little spider's school.

This means that his identity has been known by Mason.

After he subconsciously took a sip of black tea, he realized that his mask was gone.

"Oh, sir."

He stood up nervously, and Mason handed him the mask and said, "I think you're looking for this, but it's useless, and listen to me, boy, this equipment of yours is so crude, he doesn't care about you." Being a hero doesn't help."

The little spider didn't know what he was going to say, he stood there at a loss, Mason said to him: "I can't give you any technical help for the time being, I know your ability, so what I can give you now is also Just a little advice and help.

Do you think you need my help?"

Mason tore out a page from his notebook, wrote a phone number and said, "If you want to understand, call this number. Also, being a hero is an honor, but first, you still have to learn to protect yourself." .”

He took out a small glass bottle and stuffed it in his palm and said, "Take it with you and put it in the water when you take a bath."

The little spider didn't know what happened, Mason said to him: "I will send you out carefully, remember, no matter when, don't reveal your true identity, otherwise, it will be a disaster .”

The little spider came chaotically and left chaotically.

Mason watched him leave, rolled up his sleeves again, and there was an unfinished tattoo on his arm, which was the magic-breaking potion of dragon pharmacy.

As for the tattoo pattern, it is a common secondary opposition in alchemy. On one arm is the Red King, while on the other arm is the White Queen.

Mason didn't know what the pain felt like from the dragon, but he could feel that the drops of these potions on his body gave him the same feeling as sulfuric acid dripping on his skin.

Severe pain

The sweat on his head continued to fall and fell to the ground. At the same time, he also saw the changes in the character panel.

His spirit, because of these two alchemical symbols, increased by two points.

"It hurts enough."

Mason gritted his teeth and said, he poured some potion into his mouth and continued his tattoo business.

Until now, he has not had the symbol of the Red King tattooed.

But alchemy has an advantage, as long as he doesn't die, he won't continue to have hallucinations like watching dragon pharmacy.

Maybe that's not an illusion.

Like the introduction to mysticism, the so-called hallucinations are all due to his insufficient spiritual knowledge and cognition to peek into this knowledge.

Mason's gaze fell into the distance, the tattoo needle in his hand broke again, he shook his head, and took another one from the box.

"The pain drives people crazy, maybe I should listen to softer music."

Mason murmured to himself that he desperately wanted to kill someone now.

Preferably, the person is able to jump out on his own.

Tony Stark, the young billionaire at the helm of Stark Industries, was sitting in the desert in despair.

His chest is the reactor. It seems that he has killed the terrorists who kidnapped him and returned to freedom.

It's just that there is no water source, no food, he feels like he is going to die, and now he really wants to eat a hamburger.

From his kidnapping, to being forced to make weapons, to his escape.

Compared with his life, it was just a short time.

Compared with so many years of his life, this time seems insignificant.

But this suffering changed his mind. He always thought that the weapons produced by their company were produced for those fighters who fought for justice and freedom.

Now he knows it's all a lie.

All true lies.

With resentment and unwillingness, he walked on the desert with deep feet and shallow feet. The sun in the desert was very hot, which made his skin hurt.

He heard the voice and raised his head slightly.

In the sky, several military helicopters stopped in front of his eyes, and a familiar face appeared in front of him.

That's Rod's face, that's his good friend Rod's face

The military found him.