Marvel's strongest warden

Chapter 2 Action Target, Mrs. Gao
Frank stared at the photo on the blackboard, touched the Glock in the holster and said, "She's not simple."

Of course it's not easy, Mrs. Gao is three or four hundred years old.

People mature.

"I know," Mason said, "the restaurant that was taken away in Hell's Kitchen a few days ago is her place."

"That venue?"

Frank thought about it, and he said: "There are 37 people in total, all of whom are blind. I threw all 37 people into Block D and let them enjoy themselves."

Mason gave him a thumbs up.

He remembered that his sanatorium was divided into several levels.

ABCD, and there are two districts of EF under planning.

Among them, District D is now the most "intoxicating" place. None of the people who came out of District D dared to return to their old jobs, and they all changed their minds.

As long as you go in and let it out, you are a good person.

No matter who came, even if they were threatened by their boss, they were unwilling to do bad things!
This is why those dark bosses must kill Mason.

Now in Hell's Kitchen, many people have suffered from Mason PTSD. As long as the name is mentioned, they all tremble nervously and fear.

They were really scared.

This man can do witchcraft!

He will change the soul!
After their former companions disappeared and returned, they changed, as if they had changed their souls.

Strangers are scary!
They are no longer themselves!
That German, that German is the devil!It's Satan!A damned demon who needs to be burned at the stake!

Mason sat on the boss chair, swiped over and said, "Although she is not simple, she still needs to eat! The place is gone, what will she eat?
If she builds a place, we will tear down a place, and if she builds one, we will tear down another.

One day, she will not be able to bear it. "

As he said, he drank the tea in the cup and said, "Shall we bet that she will come out when we demolish the first place?"

Frank gestured to a pistol with his finger, pointed at Mrs. Gao's photo and said, "I never gamble.

Also, after I catch her, can I smash her head. "

"No, Frank, no."

Mason said, pointing to Mrs. Gao in the photo: "Do you think that letting her die like this is not cheap for her?"

"Whoever is guilty must be punished."

Frank said dully, upon hearing this, Mason put down his glass and said, "You're right, I found out about her new place again, and I'll serve it again tonight.

However, according to tipsters, it could also be a trap. "

"trap?"

Frank uttered unintelligible repetitions.

Mason said "hmm", "I think you should know how to deal with traps, you can send me home now, without you, I always feel that there are people everywhere trying to assassinate me."

Frank didn't speak. As a bodyguard, he accompanied Mason back to the manor.

The Clausewitz Manor in the suburbs is heavily guarded, and it is unknown how many killers have been blocked.

Those strong men with headsets looked like hawks.

In order to prevent people from hiding, the manor gave up all the green plants, and it looked like a war fortress, with security personnel on all the commanding heights.

Drones, CCTV, and bodyguards with mastiffs.

This is not so much a manor, it is better to say that this is a slightly comfortable prison.

Mason stood in front of the bulletproof single-sided floor-to-ceiling windows, looked at the scenery outside, and after drinking a cup of Long Island iced tea, he drew the curtains.

He opened the dark room behind the study.

In the dark room, there were strange objects everywhere. The skull soaked in the potion laughed when he saw Mason come in.

Mason took a look.

This skull is called Erha, and it is a failure.

It just giggles.

Other than that, nothing works.

He familiarly put the white powder on the scales, weighed it, poured it into the alcohol, drew a huge eight-pointed star on the ground, and placed a crucible between the eight-pointed star.

On the eight corners of the eight-pointed star, he put candles, butter, feathers, skulls and other objects respectively, and started his alchemy journey.

[Enchantment, the curse of a septicemia patient]

This is one of hundreds of little witchcrafts. He carefully weighed pure water, irises, jellyfish, pouches of seahorses, and teeth of septic patients, and poured them into the crucible. Start praying.

The dark red stars rose in front of him, and Mason's ears began to recall the sound of crazily calling.

They should be calling a person's name.

Mason didn't want to hear the name at all. This is what it said in the introduction to occultism, "You just need to remember what you want to do, and for the rest, no matter how attractive the fruit outside is, don't reach out for it." .

What he needed was to make the enchanted potion. He closed his eyes. In this dark room, a reddish light seeped in from an unknown place and fell into the crucible.

The original solids were melted by the light and turned into a clear liquid.

Mason opened his eyes, looked at the potion, threw a bullet in it, picked it up with tweezers, and saw the effect of this enchantment.

[The Curse of the Septicemia]

Grade: White Normal

Effect: There is a 5.00% chance that the opponent will suddenly tremble, interrupting all spellcasting, chanting, or any skills and non-skills of the opponent; there is a [-]% chance that the opponent will have a high fever, confusion, and limb weakness]

Looking at this well-regulated enchanting result, he didn't have any satisfied expression,

There is nothing dissatisfied.

After all, the last time he made the curse of the septicemia patient, the possibility of shivering increased to 11.00%, and the level of the enchanting potion reached blue rare.

Those bullets were all given to Frank, presumably he would pour them into tonight's battle, and these bullets, after he had fully enchanted them, distributed them to his bodyguard team, these well-trained bodyguards were worthy of such weapons.

He came out of the dark room, stood on a high place looking out of the manor, and clenched his pistol tightly.

"Turn the tiger away from the mountain? Madam Gao, do you really think that Frank is the only tiger by my side? I have almost captured all of your men. Tonight you will be taken over again. Is it you who want to stop Frank, or Erica coming?"

He muttered to himself, stuffed the enchanted bullet into his clip, loaded the bullet, and looked into the distance with faint eyes.

As night fell, the entire Hell's Kitchen was shrouded in darkness.

Those little gangsters with sharp knives crawled out from unknown dark corners and wandered the streets, trying to find a fat sheep and raise enough money for drugs.

Frank, wearing a tactical suit, blended into the darkness.

He never fought alone.

Behind him, two elite tactical teams followed him.

The Chinese restaurant in the distance was closed. Several large trucks were parked at the door of the Chinese restaurant, and several strong men carried the watermelon on it into the restaurant.

Frank looked at all this with cold eyes, grabbed a pocket watch from his trouser pocket, kissed it affectionately, and whispered, "Whoever is guilty will be punished."

In his pocket watch, there was a photo, which was supposed to be a photo of three people.

But at this time, he only cropped the headshot of his wife.

The tactical team behind him also echoed in a low voice.

Whoever is guilty must be punished!
After all the people entered the Chinese restaurant, Frank rushed in with the people, cut off the power, blew up the door, and flash bombed in one go.

They're like a relentless shooting robot, raise your hand, pull the trigger, and your opponent goes down!

In their hands, the bullet is enchanted with high-quality goods, [Siren's singing], there is a [-]% chance that the person who is shot will fall into a coma and have weakness in limbs.

(End of this chapter)