Marvel's strongest warden

The dinner was held in Area A of the sanatorium. Mason sat on the main seat with a solemn face and placed his hands neatly on the table, like a student waiting for class.

This is a long dining table that can accommodate dozens of people to eat at the same time, but the scenery here is really bad, surrounded by unpainted concrete walls, and oval-shaped tungsten light bulbs that can be seen everywhere on the head.

Maybe it's been in disrepair for a long time, but the light bulb occasionally has a bad connection and emits a slight electrical noise.

Mason's guest hadn't arrived yet, so he opened his pocket watch, took a look, and put the pocket watch on the table, so as not to keep taking out the pocket watch to check the time later, which would be impolite.

It is now 10:[-] in the afternoon, and there are still [-] minutes before the banquet begins.

He took the cup and gently poured lemonade into his mouth. He liked this drink very much, it could stimulate his taste buds and whet his appetite.

There were no nurses around, and no nurses were needed for this feast.

So it was very quiet here, until he stood up, turned on the phonograph, and music flowed from the phonograph, filling the whole room.

The background sound is Scriabin's impromptu, and he is sitting here, waiting for the guests quietly alone.

Ellie did not disappoint him, and when it was 5:[-] in [-] minutes, she finally came with Stick, and our guest was carried over on a chair with his hands and feet tied.

After seeing the guests coming, Mason said to Erica: "You sit down too, the dinner will start soon."

For some reason, Erica felt terrified when she saw Mason like this. It was her instinct as a killer, and the same was true for Gunsou. He felt that the young man in front of him seemed to be a suppressed volcano.

There will be gushing magma falling out at any time, destroying everything around.

But he doesn't care.

He is still so proud, but this is also normal, if he is no longer proud, then he will no longer be a stick man.

He was tied to the chair, and Mason motioned Erica to untie the old man. He picked up the bell and shook it casually.

The food started to be served outside the door. The dinner this time was actually simple enough that it could not even be called a proper meal. After all, in order to present a beautiful pasta plate, there were only a few noodles, appetizers, side dishes, desserts, and soup.

Nothing at all.

Mason grabbed the fork in his hand, rolled up the noodles and stuffed them into his mouth, and after swallowing, he said: "Mr. Stick, I think we have some misunderstandings.

Misunderstanding this kind of thing comes from distrust and ignorance, so I think it’s okay for us to talk about some things. I am a good person, and you should know this fact.

It’s not like I don’t know what you’re looking for when you come to New York, Dragon Bone, it’s right here, right in Hell’s Kitchen.

To be honest, I don't care whether it's your Zhenchun Society or someone else's Hand Society. In my opinion, you don't have any idea of ​​being an enemy of you, and we have no conflict of interest. "

Mason was not in a hurry. After he finished speaking, he put the fork next to the plate and picked up the lemonade again.

Stick said calmly: "I want to take Erica back, she shouldn't be here, she has a power that she doesn't understand."

When he spoke, that irreversible tone made Mason very irritated.

So Mason said to him: "I know, you want to say Heikong is still a beast. I promise you, I will not sacrifice them and let them come out. I am a man of my word, Gunsou, I Hope you understand this.

You can't always come over to cause trouble because you think I'm doing bad things. We are all reasonable people. Even if you are the FBI, you still need a search warrant before you can come in, instead of being so blatantly suspicious of me and attacking my people. . "

Stick sat there without swallowing a mouthful of food, he said to Mason, "Although I don't know where you know so many secrets.

I still don't believe you.

I need Erica to go back with me, or tell her to break up the Hand, she's my student, and I know who she is and what she's going to be.

I definitely need to take her back. "

No matter what Mason said, Stick just didn't agree with him.

Mason laughed angrily. Even Erica had an ugly expression. Stick told them clearly what he said just now. He didn't believe Erica's character.

"So, are you going to kill me?"

After the old man finished speaking calmly, he quietly grabbed the fork for eating in his hand.

Mason looked at Stick Man's movements and said, "Don't worry, I said that I am a good person and I will not use violence to solve problems. Look, there are three of us here."

He nodded to himself, pointed to Zhigusou and Erica next to him, and said, "There are three of us, and we can hold a simple democratic meeting. Erica is Greek, so we just use a long-established method." .

The pottery exile method. "

As he spoke, he broke the plate in front of him into three pieces and threw them to Erica and Stick one by one.

"Then let's have a democratic vote and elect an exiled person."

"Shameless"

Stickman stood up angrily. Although he was injured by Jessica Jones first and then kidnapped by Erica, he believed that he still had the strength to fight. He still had a secret method that he had not used, although the cost of using it would be huge. But he is fearless

The pottery exile method proposed by Mason has already been doomed since he said it, and this time it is he who is exiled, and it can only be him.

Unfortunately, Mason was unmoved, he ignored the old man, engraved the name of the old man on it with a dining knife, Erica also took the plate with the old man's name on it, and Mason put the two together Said: "Two to one, Gunsou, you lose, you will be exiled."

Just as the fork in the stick man's hand was about to be released, the door was destroyed again. According to the agreement, Jessica Jones, who had just arrived, rushed in directly. She raised her kick, but after being dodged by the stick man, he punched her again.

Erica's double knives had also been attached to Gunsou's body like tarsal maggots.

Mason turned around, smashed the wall and walked out. He no longer needed to deal with this situation. He had to go back and deal with other things now.

Chimera's Wrath is an epic potion after all, and he has never refined it before, so naturally he has to study it carefully for a while.

As for where the stickman will go after he is caught, Mason has already thought about it. There are still free beds in the Wailer's dungeon, which is enough for him to live in.

He can't escape here.

The reason why Mason didn't kill him was because he obeyed his heart, he knew that he was doing good deeds, and he knew from the bottom of his heart that he was doing good deeds.

He is not like those who deceive their hearts.

Otherwise, what if I meet Ghost Rider in the future and encounter his Eyes of Judgment? Those eyes are powerful and domineering enough. It doesn't care whether the opponent is blind or has eyes.

It only cares about whether the other party has sin

It's just that the Eye of Judgment once failed Frank. No matter how it judged Frank, Frank firmly believed that he was not guilty, so the Eye of Judgment had no effect on him.