Marvel's strongest warden

Chapter 52
When Mason returned to the nursing home, he saw traces of fighting, Jessica Jones had some scars on her body, and the Russians and Mexicans who had come over happily had wounds on their bodies and faces.

"What happened? A monster broke into here?"

Mason asked, not to mention anything else, just say Jessica Jones, this strange woman has amazing fighting power, unless a monster comes, otherwise there are not many people who can beat her.

"It's Daredevil and an old man, and I broke the old man's arm."

Jessica Jones obviously had a bad temper, she said angrily, Mason clapped her hands in amazement and said: "It's amazing, it can even break Stickman's arm.

What are they doing here? "

"I heard them speak of beasts."

Jessica Jones didn't care about Mason's attitude. She said seriously and responsibly, "The old man said he would stop you from summoning the beast, but they suddenly stopped moving after seeing the new nurse coming in, so..."

Mason knew how Stick's arm was broken.

In a daze, Jessica Jones broke his arm. It seems that the old man is indeed old. Mason didn't speak anymore, as if the matter just passed away.

Is this really the case?

Mason didn't think this matter could be passed so easily, he had let the old man go once, because he knew that the old man was an upright and proud person.

At the same time, he is also a stubborn old man.

Mason understands him, but he can't understand Mason, which makes it very difficult for him, so Mason took out the phone, and after getting through, he said to the person on the other side: "Your master, I think you should know him, I will treat him to dinner tonight , at seven o'clock, in the nursing home.

You go ask him and tell me that you want to see him. If he doesn't want to see me, then you should know what to do next.

My meal is ready, there are no guests, it is a very rude thing. "

He hung up the phone, looked at Jessica Jones looking directly at himself, and said to Jessica Jones: "Is there anything else you want to tell me? If not, go to work girl, you My time has been bought out by me, and my money is valuable."

"vampire."

Jessica Jones left here muttering. Mason shook his head and smiled as he watched her leave. He bought a glass of decompressed lemonade from Area F and took it to find Jessica Jones.

The nurse girl didn't obey her orders - in fact, there is only one patient in the empty nursing home, the rich second generation who was possessed, he is now locked up in Zone D and forced to study every day .

A young, lively young man, if you don't get him something to do, he'll get you something to do.

For the rest of the time, these nurses were working as cleaners. Mason looked at Jessica Jones, raised the beer glass of lemonade in his hand and said, "Come on?"

Jessica Jones didn't smell alcohol. She grabbed the big cup and sniffed it suspiciously under her nose.

……

Phil Coulson stood outside the nursing home. He looked at the original concrete wall and said, "Oh, it looks like a big building. It would be nice if there was a football field inside."

He was holding a flat-panel-like monitor in his hand, on which information about the nursing home and its owner, Mason, appeared densely. This was obviously a document with a level-[-] authority, but a level-[-] agent was sent out.

Coulson's fingers paused slightly.

"interesting."

He said that the person who gave the order was not Nick Fury. In fact, Nick didn't know what he was doing recently, and he didn't pay much attention to such trivial matters. The person who gave the order was the eighth-level agent, Hannah.

He knew Hannah, she was an excellent eighth-level agent, and according to the rules, she did have the authority to designate such activities.

He continued to open Mason's information. In the S.H.I.E.L.D. database, Mason's resume was neatly listed on it.

There is nothing strange about this kind of life trajectory. Coulson has seen many times. He didn't find any abnormalities in it. That's why he sent a sixth-level agent here.

Is it because of an urban legend?
Just as he was about to turn over, he suddenly saw that the original planner was actually the black widow, and his hand stopped suddenly.

Black Widow is a tenth-level agent, one of the top agents of the entire S.H.I.E.L.D., such a person, except for the director, no one can command.

She turned out to be the agent who was supposed to go in here?

He looked through the latent plan again. He had the same authority as Agent Hannah, and the information they called was similar, but he still didn't see any news worthy of a tenth-level agent.

Until he saw such a strange file, he entered his permission into the computer and planned to retrieve the file, but unexpectedly heard a cold voice of rejection.

"Sorry, Agent Phil J. Coulson, you do not have access to the file."

"What? There must be an error somewhere, repeat, I want to retrieve this file."

He returned to the car, stretched out his hand, and the console appeared in the car. He said to the console, but the female voice over there still rejected his request for inspection.

"Sorry, Agent Phil J. Coulson, you do not have access to the file."

After being rejected twice, Phils calmed down a bit, and he thought for a while and asked, "Check it out, who sealed this file."

The mechanical female voice replied in time: "It's Director Nick Fury, Agent Phil Coulson."

Coulson didn't speak, he fell into deep thought, and this answer was also within his expectation. The only person who can mobilize the tenth-level agent is Nick Fury.

What exactly is in this nursing home?Do you need a tenth-level agent?
Firth looked up at the nursing home and planned to leave.

He didn't notice at all that when he was operating the workbench, an Italian cocklebur got on his clothes, and all his words came to Mason's ears through this cocklebur.

"Nick Fury?"

Mason sat on his seat, and in front of him was a large pot of sweet soup, which he fed into his mouth with a spoon.

Nick Fury is known as the king of secret agents, and his reputation is indeed well-deserved. He has been eyeing this place for a long time, and wants to activate the tenth-level secret agent.

Even dismantling a nuclear bomb requires less than a tenth-level agent.

Mason stuffed the last spoonful of food into his mouth with a blank expression, wiped his mouth, and threw it on the table.

It seems that he is still a little slack these days, so after dealing with the matter of the old man tonight, let’s continue to configure the dragon potion. He remembered that he could not breathe fire for the time being. It's called Chimera's Wrath!
If successful, this would be the first purple epic potion refined by Mason, a large-scale corrosion and fire potion.

(End of this chapter)