Marvel's strongest warden

Chapter 66 The Devil's Gift

After completing this set of "complicated" exorcisms, Mason took the towel handed over by the killer, wiped his hands, and then sat down on the amazingly large desk in Osborne's house.

"Help our distinguished guest up."

Mason looked at Norman Osborn, who was still kneeling on the ground, and motioned to his killer to help him up, and fixed him on the chair forcibly. Seeing that his expression was still sluggish, and there was a problem with the focus of his pupils, Osborn, Mason picked up the A glass of ice water next to him wanted to splash it on his face.

But remembering that he was the patron, Mason resisted the urge, grabbed a handful of holy salt and sprinkled it on his face!

As if scalded by sulfuric acid, Norman Osborn trembled. Fortunately, he was held down by the killer and did not jump up from his chair.

But it's just like being scalded by sulfuric acid, his body is only contaminated with the breath of the devil, these holy salts can't corrode him, it will only make him hurt a little.

This little pain should be enough to wake him up!

Looking at Osborne whose eyes were gradually focusing, Mason handed over the ice water and said thoughtfully: "Mr. Osborne, take a sip of water to calm the shock.

I have already finished the exorcism ceremony, you don't have to worry, at least in a short time, the devil will not come to haunt you.

this thing……"

He stretched out his hand, and the Demon Subduing Pestle landed on his hand. The Subduing Demon Pestle sounded like a blunt weapon, but in fact it was originally a weapon, more than enough to stab people.

Osborn didn't seem to have any expression after seeing Mason's volley, but his heartbeat accelerated significantly. Mason walked over and forced the magic pestle into Norman's hand and said, "Mr. .

This exorcism, the price is 200 million US dollars, check or credit card?
We don't accept cash here for now, and I don't want the IRS driving a tank and sticking a gun in my head to make me pay taxes.

Remember, there is time to send the money, I am in the nursing home, you have been here. "

Osborne ignored Mason's clumsy joke, he licked his dry lips and said, "What is that?"

Mason knew what Osborn was asking, and he explained very familiarly: "That's a demon, a creature that came here from other dimensions.

Of course, in order to understand, you can also think that they are all aliens, ET.

The murderous version of ET. "

As he spoke, he made big eyes with his fingers, imitating the famous alien in the movie.

Osborne coughed twice, recalling the time just now again.

He never wants to experience that kind of despair that stretches like an abyss without hope, like an iron curtain hanging over everything.

He tried to calm himself down and asked, "Why? Why us?"

"you?"

Mason asked curiously, pretending to be ignorant: "You guys, what do you mean? Are you and your son?"

"No, or rather, not entirely."

Mentioning his son, Osborne suddenly remembered him, and hurriedly asked about his son's whereabouts. Mason pointed to the downstairs and said, "He's fine, we can go and see him later, and, Osborne Sir, I have successfully completed the exorcism operation this time. I will lend you this magic weapon for the time being. If you encounter any danger, you can use it to stab it.

In this way, at least I can last until you call and ask me to come over. "

Osborn squeezed the vajra pestle in his hand and asked nervously, "You mean, he's coming back?"

"Of course," Mason said as a matter of course, "Demons can't come to the earth in real body, if they dare to come, they will be killed by the guardians, so the ones who come here are always their projections.

Project this kind of thing, kill one, and another will always appear. "

"Guardians? Where are they? Can I find them?"

"Maybe, you can try, but Mr. Osborne, you mentioned us at the beginning? Is there anyone else who has the same experience as you? You can introduce him to me, and I can give you some commission."

This is a matter of knowing what to ask. If he guessed correctly, the "we" he said is his family.

This looks a lot like a curse.

Curse of blood.

For some powerful or not-so-powerful demons, the blood curse is a very uneconomical method, and not all curses are eternal.

Unless it is eternity, gods like death, their curses will distort the rules, and even time cannot be indifferent.

Otherwise, the curses of the rest will always disappear with the passage of time.

If the Osborne family is because of the curse.

Obviously, then, whoever cursed them shouldn't have wanted him to die.

Hearing Osborn's frankness, Mason was still helpless.

"Although it sounds like what you're talking about is the curse of the devil's blood, I suggest that you prepare both ways. I remember that Osborne Industries is a leader in biotechnology. You have already touched the genetic field.

Of course, if you are still not at ease, I can give you an exorcism ceremony, and when you have time, you can come to my nursing home to find me.

I'm always there. "

Before he left, he closed the door of the study, left Osborne's house briskly, got into the car, and left Osborne's apartment.

Osborn stood by the broken window, looking at Mason who left, his expression was very tangled.

The genetic medicine for his genetic defect is almost ready for use.

Just the last test.

The Parkers were too ruthless, and at the last moment, they destroyed all the information.

Did not give him a way out.

Osborne looked into the mirror, and this time he was the only one in the mirror, and no demons appeared again.

He reached for his cell phone and called his researcher.

"I'm in a bad mood right now, so you'd better give me good news now, you know, a dying person can do anything."

He did not hide these things from the researchers. In fact, these things cannot be hidden. The researchers will find out about these things. The only thing he is hiding now is the rest of the shareholders.

It's just that he knows that this matter can't be hidden for long.

The power of these shareholders is pervasive, and they will know it sooner or later.

Harry is just a high school student now, and none of those shareholders are fuel-efficient, he can't die now.

No matter what, he couldn't die.

Hearing the voice of his immediate boss, the sweat on the researcher's head over there was already dripping down. Looking at the complicated formula in front of him, he felt his head explode!
He couldn't figure out the correct parameters. As long as there was a little error in the genetic medicine, the error would be extremely obvious. If his medicine killed Norman Osborn, he could imagine the consequences.

He's still young and doesn't want to die yet.

As the sweat left on his head, a gust of wind suddenly came up here, blowing the surrounding manuscript paper to the ground, the researcher hung up the phone obediently, and was about to scold the assistant when he saw the above formula , he suddenly froze!

"Professor Kurt, please come and look at this."

(End of this chapter)