Marvel's strongest warden

id "con1111323">

Half an hour later, Tony Stark, who was full of doubts, took Happy and left here. Mason stood in the office, holding a check in his hand and blowing, planning to withdraw the money in a few days.

Just when Tony Stark came to the door, he glanced at a car parked at the door with some surprises. Obviously, this car was not here before they came.

This is new here.

Just as he was curiously peeking at the car, the people in the car also saw Tony, and he said unluckily to the person in the back seat: "Why is this bastard here?"

He didn't have any intention of saying hello to this bad-natured billionaire, so he sat comfortably in the car. Happy took another look at the pickup, and he found that the pickup had been cleaned up. The people and the goods have all been cleaned up.

The people in the car watched Tony Stark leave before getting out of the car.

General Ross, who had regained his human form, set foot on this land in a human form, and he took a deep breath of the air here with some nostalgia.

"Let me see," he said to himself, "what's so magical about the prison that the green bastard chose for himself."

When Mason received the call, General Ross had already come in. He came in for the reason of visiting. This reason was so powerful that it was not tenable at all.

But the doorman who could only answer the phone let them in without even checking them.

This made General Ross even more disappointed.

"These idiots, they let me in without even verifying my identity."

He whispered to the good guys behind him, these people were selected by him from the army to capture the elite soldiers of Zhao Hulk.

He was turned into a lizardman some time ago, and these great guys didn't leave.

This is undoubtedly a good thing. After he injected the antidote, he immediately summoned these good guys back. He didn't have a good impression of the Green Goblin Norman Osborn at all.

He hates everything green, the Hulk Hulk, the Green Goblin Osborn, green is really the most disgusting color in the world.

It was that bastard who turned him into a green, cold-blooded monster. But apparently, that green bastard made a deal with the military's upper echelons, and he handed over some benefits and got promises.

Promise that he can retire here safely.

Even if he is imprisoned for life, this bastard can enjoy the best environment.

When he thought of this, General Ross felt very uncomfortable. He came here in person, looked at the several buildings in Area A, those cold buildings, and the lonely street lights, and wanted to continue walking forward into Area B. When I was there, I was stopped by someone.

"Sir, this is not a place where anyone can enter, especially those of you who are armed and without permission."

The people who guard Area B are not easy-to-talk, reformed gang members.

They were all battlefield veterans who could not sleep all night after leaving the battlefield.

They grabbed the Lazer holsters and police batons on their waists, and their eyes were fixed on the waists of Ross's good guys.

It's bulging there, and there are guys with it at a glance. Such a person should not appear here.

Someone came out of the security booth with mastiff dogs, even if they were tied tightly, but those mastiff dogs that were all white and looked like lion cubs were strong enough to deter them.

These beasts are unreasonable. Their military pistols may not be able to kill them in one shot. Killing them will make them more bloodthirsty and cruel.

To make matters worse, there are a lot of these lion-like mastiffs.

A total of five or six mastiffs were brought over. They were not in a hurry to break free from their master's chains. Instead, they were constantly patrolling like real predators, as if they really possessed wisdom.

Their eyes were constantly patrolling behind the throats and buttocks of these great guys. This was their magic weapon to kill the enemy. Looking at the gazes of these mastiffs, a few great guys unconsciously blocked General Ross.

"Call your dean out and tell them that General Thaddeus Ross is here and tell him to come see me in person."

General Ross is indeed qualified to say that. In fact, he is so dissatisfied with Mason, and Old Clausewitz also has a share of the credit. It is obvious that the chip that Old Clausewitz gave him did not play its role. should have the effect.

In General Ross's view, Clausewitz Sr. was a liar, and he also felt that Clausewitz Sr.'s son was also a bastard.

After getting this information, Mason curled his lips and said: "This is really a bad thing. Why is General Ross the one who comes to contact you?"

The phone call just now was from Brigadier General Tarbert. He told Mason on the phone that General Ross has been fully responsible for the affairs related to the Green Goblin Norman Osborn. He will handle everything and his money will be transferred. arrived on his account.

Of course, it was Osborne Industries who paid for it.

He told Mason that the military had agreed to Norman Osborne's request and agreed to imprison him in Mason's sanatorium without being released for life.

Mason knew that after they reached an agreement, this treaty was just a fig leaf. In fact, Norman Osborne was free.

If they really want Norman Osborn to never see the light of day, then there are many places in the Federation where they can do this, whether it's a prison on an overseas reef or a black prison inside the Federation.

Only there could a man like Norman Osborne be truly imprisoned forever.

Not like it is now.

He was sent to such a loosely guarded sanatorium.

Norman Osborn, no, it should be the Green Goblin. For his freedom, this time he really hemorrhaged.

Those people in the military are really hungry monsters. For them, they will not let go of their bloody mouth until they are full and drain their opponents.

Mason tapped the phone on his hand and heard the call from Area B. He sighed and looked out from the window here, and saw General Ross and the security personnel he brought standing there.

He stood in front of the mirror and straightened his appearance, walked down the stairs, and met General Ross.

"General, it is our honor to have you here."

Mason looked at him with a smile, and didn't reach out rashly.

Obviously, on the bright side now, the person who dominates their relationship is not Mason, but the menacing General Ross in front of him. If he stretches out his hand, General Ross will pretend that he didn't see it, then the matter will be embarrassing up.

He doesn't have the habit of putting his face in front of others.

As expected by Mason, the stubborn and vengeful old man did not extend his hand to Mason. He put his hands behind his back and raised his chin and said to Mason: "You are Mason, Clausewitz Jr."

That person who is not doing his job properly”

"Of course, General," Mason admitted frankly, "Obviously, if what you're talking about is my father's medical industry, then obviously, I'm not that material."