Marvel's strongest warden

The scene outside was distorted like a kaleidoscope of continuous refraction. Mason didn't know why this happened, but he vaguely saw a colleague holding a comic book in the distance.

There he was, dancing and chattering nonstop about his hobbies towards a void.

"Old Qi, look at how powerful this Dr. Doom is. God Lord Doom, let me ask you if you are powerful. This is the regent of Latovinia.

He created a world that belongs to him in the comics.

Look, look at this armor, how handsome it is

I fucking love this armor."

Immediately afterwards, a colleague introduced Dr. Doom's life with spitting remarks. His mother was a gypsy witch. Because of learning black magic, the old liar Mephisto took away her soul. In order to pursue his mother's soul, Dr. Doom worked hard to practice black magic. Magic, learning new things, etc.

blah blah blah.

Mason quietly stopped in the huge, ocean-like depths of consciousness, watching from afar everything in the depths of memory.

There is a rare warmth in the eyes, after reading the introduction.

Dr. Doom

After Mason muttered one last sentence, he woke up from the depths of his subconscious.

He opened his eyes, slowly raised his head from the mirror, stood up, did a set of stretching, made himself a cup of coffee, and stood by the window.

Let the warm sun shine on you.

Such an afternoon is finally a wonderful half day.

No quarrel.

There was no fight.

No annoying incidents.

There is only this beautiful sun, the empty scene in front of the window, and a cup of warm coffee in this hand.

There's nothing quite like a relaxing afternoon.

If only at this time, I had a perfectly fried French fries on hand, the world would be a better place.

Mason put one hand in his trouser pocket and took a sip of coffee with the other hand. He was about to open the window and let the wind blow in. Then, his phone rang.

"Fake"

Mason's happy tea time disappeared in an instant

He shook his fist in the air angrily. After answering the phone, his tone changed 360 degrees, a smile appeared on his face, and he asked gently: "Hello, this is Mason Clausewitz, may I ask? yes"

Official business.

Mason didn't like to bring his personal emotions to work.

Maintaining objectivity and rationality is what he has always pursued.

During the phone call, before he could finish his self-introduction, a flustered, panting voice came from the other side, which was a little distorted due to nervousness.

But Mason still recognized whose voice it was.

That should be the voice of Norman Osborne, the current head of Osborne Industries.

The other party deliberately lowered his voice and said with trembling suppression: "Mr. Mason, I'm Norman Osborn, and I think I need your help now."

"Of course, of course, Mr. Osborne, I will give you my help, but listening to the noise on your side, it seems that something is not going well on your side. Do you need me to call 911 for you?"

"No, no, thank you."

After Norman Osborne vetoed the third consecutive meeting, he hurriedly said to Mason: "Doctor Mason, do you have time now? I need you to come to my house.

I'm having a little trouble here and need your help.

I think my condition has gotten worse."

Mason listened carefully to the background sound on the phone on the other side. It should be a hoarse and regular language. This voice attached to Norman's back, with an extremely uncomfortable sense of creepiness.

It's like an arthropod, with its long, thin feet, carrying some traces of toxins, quickly passes through your skin.

Gives me goosebumps

"Sorry, Mr. Osborne, as I said, I'm actually a psychiatrist. I feel that there is a problem on your side. You may need to call the church and let someone from the church come over to deal with this matter."

There was an awkward silence on the phone. Mr. Osborne stopped talking, but the whisper of the devil still existed, and the voice was getting closer and louder.

Mason even heard a desperate longing in it.

"Then bother Dr. Mason."

Hearing that Mason didn't want to continue a business, he said in a low tone, and wanted to hang up the phone after speaking, but just when he was desperate, Mason suddenly said: "However, Mr. Osborne, as long as you If you add money.

In fact, I could also be an exorcist.

However, the price of the exorcist has to be calculated separately. "

Osborne almost broke the table in front of him. He had never been so eager to punch someone in the face.

He thought that he had stepped into civilization, and he wouldn't be like the damn Germanic barbarian opposite, who would do everything.

But now, he felt that he was wrong. He really wanted to roll up his sleeves and punch the other person's vampire-like face.

It's just that when he saw the demon in the mirror opposite, with eyes as red as coals, he finally endured his anger.

At this time, he would rather have mental problems than actually meet the devil

If there is a mental problem, he can take advantage of the room he is in now, lock the door and throw the key out.

That way he wouldn't hurt his son, little Harry downstairs.

But if it was a devil, he would not be able to protect his son.

So he said to the other side: "Okay, Mr. Mason, this time the price is up to you.

But I have only one request.

My son, Harry Osborn, absolutely nothing can happen to him

Absolutely, no, he must be safe

If something happens to him, I won't pay you a penny."

"Okay, Mr. Osborne." Hearing that he was willing to pay a big price, the voice on the other side of the phone suddenly became cheerful: "Tell me your home address, and I will come soon.

Before I come, Mr. Osborne, you'd better not do anything, just wait for me to come. If you are still not at ease, maybe you can download a Bible from the Internet and listen to it.

At least the music can ease your mood, and you won't be so bored until I come.

Believe me, you'll be all right, Mr Osborne. "

After Mason got the address, he started his exorcism career after moving towards Osborne's high-end apartment in Manhattan.

In order to guard against Mephisto, he didn't just tattoo the Red King and White Queen on his body.

He still has a lot of good things at hand.

Whether it's real holy water or holy salt, or a magic pestle from Tibetan Buddhism, or shrouds from mummies, he has hoarded a lot.

These things finally have their own use today.

He sat in the car and drove out the gate.

At the same time, in a basement somewhere in New York, a person was watching the screen recording intently. On the screen, there was a young man in uniform using his vibranium shield in a childish way, fighting against his comrades. Video of entering the German base.

His eyes never stayed on the rest of the Howling Commandos. He watched the young Captain America throw the shield over and over again until he thought about it on his phone.

After hanging up the phone, he stuffed the last bite of the sandwich into his mouth and put on his own skull mask.

"The prey is out of the cage."