Marvel's strongest warden

After completing this set of "complicated" exorcisms, Mason took the towel handed over by the killer, wiped his hands, and then sat down on the amazingly large desk in Osborne's house.

"Help our distinguished guest up."

Mason looked at Norman Osborn, who was still kneeling on the ground, and motioned to his killers to help him up and force him to a chair. Looking at Osborn, who still looked sluggish and had trouble focusing his pupils, Mason picked up the hand next to him. He wanted to throw a glass of ice water on his face.

But remembering that he was the sponsor, Mason resisted the urge and grabbed a handful of holy salt and sprinkled it on his face.

As if he had been burned by sulfuric acid, Norman Osborne shivered. Fortunately, he was held down by the killer and did not jump up from the chair.

But it's just like being scalded by sulfuric acid, his body is only contaminated with the breath of the devil, these holy salts can't corrode him, it will only make him hurt a little.

This little pain should be enough for him to wake up.

Looking at Osborne whose eyes were gradually focusing, Mason handed over the ice water and said thoughtfully: "Mr. Osborne, take a sip of water to calm the shock.

I have already finished the exorcism ceremony, you don't have to worry, at least in a short time, the devil will not come to haunt you.

this thing"

He stretched out his hand, and the Demon Subduing Pestle landed on his hand. The Subduing Demon Pestle sounded like a blunt weapon, but in fact it was originally a weapon, more than enough to stab people.

Osborn didn't seem to have any expression after seeing Mason's volley, but his heartbeat accelerated significantly. Mason walked over and forced the magic pestle into Norman's hand and said, "Mr. .

This exorcism costs $200 million, check or credit card

We don't accept cash here for now, and I don't want the IRS driving a tank and sticking a gun in my head to make me pay taxes.

Remember, there is time to send the money, I am in the nursing home, you have been here. "

Osborne ignored Mason's lame joke. He licked his dry lips and said, "What is that?"

Mason knew what Osborn was asking, and he explained very familiarly: "That's a demon, a creature that came here from other dimensions.

Of course, for the sake of understanding, you can also think that they are all aliens, et al.

A brutal version of et. "

As he spoke, he made big eyes with his fingers, imitating the famous alien in the movie.

Osborne coughed twice, recalling the time just now again.

He never wants to experience that kind of despair that stretches like an abyss without hope, like an iron curtain hanging over everything.

He tried hard to calm down and asked: "Why why us?"

"you"

Mason pretended to know nothing and asked curiously: "You, what do you mean you and your son?"

"No, or rather, not entirely."

Mentioning his son, Osborne suddenly remembered him, and hurriedly asked about his son's whereabouts. Mason pointed to the downstairs and said, "He's fine, we can go and see him later, and, Osborne Sir, I have successfully completed the exorcism operation this time. I will lend you this magic weapon for the time being. If you encounter any danger, you can use it to stab it.

In this way, at least I can last until you call and ask me to come over. "

Osborne squeezed the Vajra Demon-Conquering Pestle in his hand and asked nervously: "You mean, he's coming back?"

"Of course," Mason said as a matter of course, "Demons can't come to the earth in real body, if they dare to come, they will be killed by the guardians, so the ones who come here are always their projections.

Project this kind of thing, kill one, and another will always appear. "

"Where are the Guardians and can I find them?"

"Perhaps, you can give it a try, but Mr. Osborne, as you said at the beginning, do we still have the same experience as you? You can introduce him to me, and I can give you some commission."

This was a matter of knowingly asking. If he was right in guessing, the "we" he mentioned was his family.

This looks a lot like a curse.

Curse of blood.

For some powerful or not-so-powerful demons, the blood curse is a very uneconomical method, and not all curses are eternal.

Unless it is eternity, gods like death, their curses will distort the rules, and even time cannot be indifferent.

Otherwise, the curses of the rest will always disappear with the passage of time.

If the Osborne family is because of the curse.

Obviously, then, whoever cursed them shouldn't have wanted him to die.

Hearing Osborn's frankness, Mason was still helpless.

"Although it sounds like what you're talking about is the curse of the devil's blood, I suggest that you prepare both ways. I remember that Osborne Industries is a leader in biotechnology. You have already touched the genetic field.

Of course, if you are still not at ease, I can give you an exorcism ceremony, and when you have time, you can come to my nursing home to find me.

I'm always there. "

Before he left, he closed the door of the study, left Osborne's house briskly, got into the car, and left Osborne's apartment.

Osborn stood by the broken window, looking at Mason who left, his expression was very tangled.

The genetic medicine for his genetic defect is almost ready for use.

Just the last test.

The Parkers were too ruthless, and at the last moment, they destroyed all the information.

Did not give him a way out.

Osborne looked into the mirror, and this time he was the only one in the mirror, and no demons appeared again.

He reached for his cell phone and called his researcher.

"I'm in a bad mood right now, so you'd better give me good news now, you know, a dying person can do anything."

He did not hide these things from the researchers. In fact, these things cannot be hidden. The researchers will find out about these things. The only thing he is hiding now is the rest of the shareholders.

It's just that he knows that this matter can't be hidden for long.

The power of these shareholders is pervasive, and they will know it sooner or later.

Harry is just a high school student now, and none of those shareholders are fuel-efficient, he can't die now.

No matter what, he couldn't die.

Hearing the voice of his immediate superior, the researcher over there was already sweating on his head. Looking at the complicated formulas in front of him, he felt like his head was exploding.

He couldn't calculate the correct parameters for genetic medicine. As long as there was a little fallacy, the error would be extremely obvious. If his medicine killed Norman Osborn, he could imagine the consequences.

He's still young and doesn't want to die yet.

As the sweat on his head remained, a gust of wind suddenly blew up and blew the calculation papers around him to the ground. The researcher hung up the phone obediently and was about to scold the assistant when he saw the formula above. , he suddenly froze

"Professor Kurt, please come and look at this."