Marvel's strongest warden

Mason broke into this man's dream almost violently, and even rudely pulled a young boy into an unconscious dream.

On the mysterious side of Marvel, there are not a few people who can enter the dreamland, there are not many Masons, and there are not many Masons.

The little leader of the Ten Rings Gang did not have a lucid dream. Mason entered his dream and saw many mosaic scenes.

"A very real desire."

Mason walked over, covered the poor kid's head with his hands, and began to read and write his memory like a mantis girl.

There is no doubt that Mason can see all his memories.

His memories are very complicated, and Mason chose to read the latest one, the memory of the Ten Rings.

He saw the real leader of the Ten Rings Gang sitting on the main seat.

An old man with a gloomy complexion and a ring on each finger appeared in Mason's mind.

He sat boldly on the grand master's chair, with a handmade wool carpet under his feet, and the robe he was wearing looked like Suzhou embroidery. It was purely handmade, and judging from the stitches, it should have been made by a master.

Most people would not wear such a thing on their body at all, they would display it as a luxury item, for fear that there would be mistakes, scratches, scratches, and it would be too late to give it to others, let alone casually wear it on their body.

The old man didn't care about these things, the clothes were already worn out by him.

The master of the Ten Rings gang completely uses this thing as a daily necessities.

"Another hateful rich man, a lovely fat sheep."

Mason said in a low voice, his angle of view flowed with the angle of view in the memory of the little boss, and finally stopped on the ten rings.

"Ten Rings Gang, Ten Rings"

After getting the information he wanted, Mason left his dream and opened his eyes.

Not long after, that poor little dragon who doesn't even deserve a name will wake up, and when he wakes up, he won't remember anything.

Mason drew the image of the old man on the paper, looked at his rather ancient turban, and wrote three lines of text under his portrait.

One line is in the memory of the little boss, his location.

This is of no value, the Three Caves of the Rabbit, the ruler of the Ten Rings Gang will not always stay in one place.

The second line is the name of the ruler of the Ten Rings Gang, and the function of each ring on his ten fingers.

The third line is Mason's signature.

After he finished drawing these, he saw the cheetah woman lying on the ground, and he didn't know whether his ritual was a success or a failure.

The skin of the cheetah girl lying on the ground has completely turned ocher red. On her arms, dense scales grew out, forming a pair of arm armor.

She hadn't opened her eyes yet, so Mason didn't know what color her pupils were. He only knew that he seemed to have created a killing machine.

Whether it's the streamlined figure or the strange lines on the body, they all show a different kind of strangeness.

"Perhaps I should call you Alexstrasza, Queen of the Red Dragon.

Use your life to protect my life."

Mason brought himself a cup of drink that he didn't know what it was. After drinking it, he put the cup on the table and said to Cheetah who was still awake on the ground, but he didn't expect Cheetah to speak.

Her soul is still in her body, Mason can be sure of this.

Her gene chain was completely disintegrated in the biochemical experiment of Clausewitz Medicine, and Mason was helpless, only to find a way to save her through the mysterious side.

It's just that he didn't know if the rescue was successful. The soul and vital signs were still there, but she just didn't wake up.

If we save a vegetative state, there is nothing we can do

Think of it as practice.

Mason was always thinking about it, he turned around and planned to leave, but before he could leave, he suddenly heard the sound of the cheetah girl's armor hitting the ground.

He raised his eyebrows, stopped, and turned his head to see the Cheetah woman who opened her eyes.

At this time, Cheetah Girl showed a half-human, half-animal form. She was slender and looked like a real strong cheetah, but she still had a human body. After opening her eyes, Mason saw her pupils.

Those were a pair of golden, vertical pupils without any emotion, as if they were some kind of cold-blooded carnivore. When she was breathing, Mason even saw sparks splashing out of her nasal cavity.

There is no doubt that the current Cheetah Woman is in an extremely magical state, which is completely different from the original Cheetah Woman.

"It's really domineering and perfect shape."

Mason sincerely admired, and he asked Cheetah Girl: "Can you talk?"

The cheetah girl had been staring at him since she opened her eyes, and she didn't respond when he heard his question.

Mason raised his hand helplessly, and after tearing off the skin on his hand with his own teeth, he wrote and drew on her body. No matter what he drew on Cheetah Woman's body, Cheetah Woman didn't respond at all.

This is a psychic circle.

The blood seeped into Cheetah Woman's body, and Mason sensed Cheetah Woman's thoughts. Her thoughts were very pure, as if she was a newborn creature, and her previous memories seemed to have disappeared.

"Nevea"

Mason tried to call her name, but she didn't respond, and he let out a sigh of relief, knowing that he had rescued a "child".

"Let me see your speed, strength, and lethality, my friend, since you have completely got rid of the past, then from now on, you will be called the Red Dragon Queen, Alexstrasza."

Mason went out, ready to find a robe, and then find a wide place to see how far his Red Dragon Queen can do it.

Clausewitz Pharmaceuticals, Third Institute.

Bronski sat in a chair and kept stroking the back of his head. Even though the subcutaneous implant was only a minimally invasive surgery, not a single small scar was left on his face.

But he always felt uneasy.

Power always has a price, and he knew that the chip on the back of his head was the price he had to pay this time.

Serum made from Captain America's blood has been injected into his body.

He didn't feel the side effects they said. Looking at the silver-white isolation wall in front of him, he clenched his fists and felt the power surging in his body.

"That's what I want."

He unconsciously thought of the green monster he saw in Brazil. It was undeniable that he looked ugly, but what did it matter?

He is the representative of strength.

If one day, he can get that kind of power.

Even if it means selling your soul, what's wrong with it?

Outside the laboratory, the old Clausewitz looked at the equipment in front of him, and said to General Ross next to him: "Everything is normal, General, no matter what you inject this soldier, he is now very healthy and can even fight. Kill an elephant."

"It's better to be like this. Thank you for your hard work, Clausewitz. I will remember your help to me."

As he spoke, he led the guards around him to open the door to the isolation room, and said to Bronsky inside: "Okay, soldier, tear off those useless infusion tubes. Our operation has begun. Don't let anyone in." Stay in a daze, follow me."