Marvel's strongest warden

Chapter 10 Rollins

Frank was softer now.

Of course, this tenderness is only relative.

Billy Russell looks very bad at this time, Mason has seen his photo, a very handsome young man, but now he has nothing to do with being handsome,

His bones should be almost broken, and he is still alive, which should be considered a half-medical miracle.

Mason glanced at Frank and said, "If I were you, I'd take a hot bath right now, have a good meal, and then go for a massage."

Because of the potion he took, he looked like a dying patient, his face was frighteningly pale, and he even walked a little vainly. Mason didn't have the mysterious potion in hand now, so he couldn't help him for the time being.

Erica looked at the bloody scene in front of her and got used to it. She even asked Mason if she wanted to press her?
The answer is no.

Mason carried him to the office.

That is his new office.

The office looked empty, with a scarlet carpet, a comfortable boss chair, a large solid wood desk, and a sculpture.

On the unpainted wall, there is a big word written in English.

justice.

As for the sculpture, no matter from which angle you look at it, it looks a bit like Mrs. Gao.

Mason moved gently like a professional caregiver. He took some painkillers and dissolved them in water, poured them into Billy Russell's mouth, and tied him to the chair.

"Good night, I wish you a good dream."

He gently closed the door, leaving Billy Russell alone in the office.

To be honest, even Mason didn't want to stay in this office.

Even though Mrs. Gao's sculpture was only a first-level fear halo, it still made him feel depressed.

Here, Billy Russell, should really have a good dream.

Mason came to the prayer room humming an unknown song.

In the prayer room in D area, everything he wanted was available.

For example, the brass crucible and electronic scales in front of me.

He was not comfortable with the scale, but the electronic scale won his heart.

Weighed a certain amount of licorice, poured lavender essence into the measuring cup, threw a section of octopus tentacles into the crucible, and added nine and three-quarter ounces of pure water, he was like a mid-world like a witch, standing in front of the cauldron to concoct a potion.

This is [Recovery Potion], one of the commonly used witchcraft in practical witchcraft. In Mason's view, this potion can not only restore blue, but also be used as a small red bottle.

It's just that the effect is not great.

He hasn't thoroughly studied the thick "Introduction to Mysticism", mainly because at the later stage of his studies, reading this thick book that can kill a cow will also increase his mental strength.

But if you rush in, it's easy to lose san.

It is better to add directly.

Mason is not in a hurry now, with the [-] crime points sponsored by Mrs. Gao, he is not so tight now.

Looking at the light blue liquid in the measuring cup, Mason sniffed it, and took it away in disgust.

This potion doesn't smell bad.

In fact, it still has some fragrance, and if you add alcohol and patchouli and other materials to it, after dilution, maybe it will become a good perfume.

But the concentrated perfume is not a pleasant smell.

"It's a good thing I don't have to drink that stuff."

He held the thing and walked outside, and saw Agent Ward "passing by" again.

He seems to be everywhere,

Mason looked at him and reminded him kindly: "Hey, buddy, if I were you, I wouldn't wander around here at night. This is a mental hospital, and there may be a psychopath locked in a ward."

In order to show his sense of humor, Mason also put down the potion in his hand, made a gesture of pulling a chainsaw, and made an onomatopoeia of pulling a chainsaw into his mouth.

Seeing that Ward didn't smile, Mason picked up the potion in a bored manner and walked across the corridor.

"You are so boring, Agent Ward, be happy, girls like boys who love to laugh."

Ward's eyes fell on Mason's hand, and he also smelled the strong fragrance.

He didn't think Mason's actions were funny just now, he could feel it.

That was a death threat.

He is threatening himself.

If he continues to be blatantly monitored like this, then maybe one day a killer with a chainsaw will really kill him here.

He is an agent, and observing words and deeds is his compulsory course, so he knows that Mason is an extremely dangerous person.

Ward didn't think he was normal.

Beneath the calm exterior, there are turbulent waves.

At this time, Mason, who had been marked by Ward as extremely dangerous, knocked on the door of the medical room. After opening, he saw Frank holding a stapler-like skin stapler in his hand to sew up the superficial wound.

It hurt no doubt, but Frank had no expression on his face.

Mason handed him the medicine in his hand and said, "This is a hospital, do you understand the hospital? I am also the director of four private hospitals, and I have the best family doctor here!

Do you think your injury is serious, and I will make me bankrupt if I help you?I have health insurance, Frank, so don't save me the money. "

But what did his health insurance do to Frank?

Frank didn't care about the small mistakes in Mason's language.

He handed Mason over the potion and drank it all. Mason pulled him to suture. After suturing, Frank suddenly asked, "Can I have a drink?"

"of course."

Mason didn't take him to Bob's tavern this time, but found the "Water of Life" from the prayer room, and brought him some, but thinking about it, if he was drunk to death, his daughter would have to feed Mason herself.

He added a generous amount of tomato juice to it.

"Have a drink."

He poured himself a glass of goji berry water, sat on the ground and beckoned him to drink it. After Frank drank the cocktail in the glass again, he took out the pocket watch in his pocket, and gently stroked the mugshot inside.

Iron man tenderness!

Mason drank the hot water in the cup one after another, and sat here with him.

……

William, Rollins, Frank's superior on the Afghan battlefield, came back and became the latest rookie of the CIA with a bright future.

But at this moment, the one-eyed agent's face was gloomy, especially after he talked with the big drug lord blacksmith, his expression became even more violent. He suppressed the displeasure in his heart and drove back to his manor.

He belongs to the "Bringing Capital into the Group" with a strong background. He was also the one who led Frank and his team to carry out Operation Cerberus in Afghanistan, using the bodies of dead soldiers to transport illegal drugs.

During an operation, he made a "command error" and almost wiped out the entire team. Frank, who was killed in blood, slapped him in the face in anger.

Blew out one of his eyes.

The action to kill Frank was also organized by him, and of course Frank was aware of the reason for their business.

It also means repaying revenge with one arrow.

He is now completely cleansed and landed through the capital behind him, and even this eye has become a symbol of his feats on the Afghan battlefield.

It's just that he is extremely angry now.

Because of one of his dogs, gone.

(End of this chapter)