Marvel's strongest warden

Chapter 119 A Two-pronged Approach [Thanks for the promise of 20 lies]

There is no doubt that each doll here represents a person.

This is a spiritual cage for the researchers and security personnel of the Third Institute.

Their blood samples are absorbed into the material, and their spirit is imprisoned in the hair.

Their dreams are mastered by Mason, and their gnosis is influenced by Mason.

In the shadows behind them all lurks the shadow of a person.

That person is Mason.

Mason hasn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

When others are sleeping, he will enter other people's dreams.

The entire institute has been almost completely infiltrated by Mason. The most important thing is that Mason saw a person he was very familiar with in the dream memories of these people.

Whitehall.

He seemed to be working with the old Clausewitz again, and the two walked up the elevator together, and came to the old Clausewitz's office for a long talk.

"What a tempting smell, Whitehall, how long will it be before the Chitauri come to Earth?

Or rather, how much longer.

I can eat you. "

Mason opened his eyes, and placed those thick books in front of his eyes.

"Let me think about what dangers I might face next and what I should do to prepare.

As long as Tony is still alive, the Ten Rings may attack New York. People from the Ten Rings may show up in New York at some point.

And the arrival of the Chitauri, which is troublesome.

Time to refine a new batch.

Snacks of the Dragon Clan, blue rare quality.

Chimera's anger seems to be a little more refined.

Then, what medicine is needed now?
By the way, it's the essential oils of those teams, now it's time to refine some more advanced stuff for these great guys.

Also, my mental power is higher than that of the big boss, but the big boss's mind control seems to come from his mutated soul. As time goes by, he can learn how to use the mental power.

But what about me?The free knowledge I see happens to be the most expensive.

Then I need to find some books from the redemption list to enrich myself and get out of the current predicament.

Let me see, what books can help me use these 30 points of spiritual power.

Well, I found it, and this book on the troll tribe can help me.

Also, let me take a look at my sin value, 4700. The sin value does not go up or down. This "Curse of the Gods of the Trolls" needs 5000 sin points, so it seems that I don't have enough chips.

So do we still need 300 crime points?
It's been a long time since I punished evil, so let me think, who is guilty? "

Mason opened his eyes again after talking to himself, and his eyes fell on his adopted daughter. Don't get me wrong, in fact, he doesn't think his adopted daughter is guilty.

He took out his mobile phone and saw the text message sent to him by Lawyer Weasley. If he read it correctly, there was an ambush against clairvoyant personnel, and the time was tonight.

"In that case..."

Mason threw the phone back in, got on the phone and said, "Frank, there is an operation tonight, and I need you and those great guys to catch a batch of guinea pigs.

Our place has been idle for too long lately, which is a waste of our precious time resources. "

……

Siberia.

Somewhere in the basement.

Ivan Vanke hugged his head in pain. His mind was full of the appearance of his father Anton when he died. His lungs and trachea were clogged with phlegm. Because of long-term alcoholism, his body Already edema.

Eyeless.

But even so, he still looked excited, as if he was looking back, the old TV in front of him was a replay of Stark's news, and it was the highlight moment when Tony Stark admitted that he was Iron Man.

"That should belong to your glory, my child."

Anton held on to his son's hand tightly. At the peak of the illness, a man weighing more than 150 kilograms was now skinny, but his hand was still firmly holding on to his son's hand without any slack.

He looked extremely guilty.

Then he died like this in the arms of his own son.

Died in this cold Siberia, in this desolate wasteland, in this unknown basement, without glory, without commemoration, mentioning his name, people will only ask in doubt: "Anton Vanke, who is that?"

Every time he thought of this, Ivan Vanke hugged his head and howled like a lone wolf. He glanced at the blueprints in front of him again. These were the blueprints left by his father.

The above is also a drawing of Ark Energy.

It's just that his father didn't make them. He has already imprinted these blueprints in his brain in the past ten days, and what he needs to do now is probably to make them.

Then use this thing to kill Tony Stark and prove to his father that he is no worse than Tony.

A few days ago, he was wearing a cotton-padded jacket, driving a Picara to come back with some goods, ready to start making.

Just when he was about to start, suddenly a red alarm sounded in the dark basement, and at the same time, the sound of landmines detonating came from outside.

Siberian bears can't make that kind of movement.

Although Ivan Vanke didn't know what happened outside, just to be on the safe side, he grabbed a bottle of vodka from under the construction table, bit open the bottle cap, sprinkled it on the blueprint, and threw the lighter on it.

With a "boom", the drawings and the table started to burn!
He immediately grabbed a shotgun from his side, which was filled with iron sand, and it was not comfortable to hit people.

Danger is coming.

The nearest town was about three hours away, and it was snowing heavily, so he didn't believe that someone would rush into here.

Besides, the landmines were buried inside the house, and these people broke into the house suddenly, which is not what a visitor should do.

It's not that no one wants to find their father and work for them these years.

It's just that most of these people are not very polite.

Also, they didn't find it exactly here.

These people seemed to be sharks that smelled blood, and they kept walking towards this side, looking for their traces.

Ivan Vanke clenched the shotgun in his hand, and hid behind a pillar. His back was burning hot from the flames. It could be heard that those people were well-trained, and they quickly cracked the hole he was buried in the house. Some of the traps were found right next to the basement door.

Just as Ivan Vanke was waiting for these people to come down from the top, and he "beat" these people with his shotgun, he realized that he was wrong.

He is indeed proud in scientific research, but in combat, he is still too immature.

No one came down here at all, they just dropped a light bomb and a sonic bomb, and then closed the basement door tightly.

Swearing in Russian.

After Ivan Vanke greeted the close relatives of the above person in a friendly manner, he fainted.

　Good morning everyone~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)