Marvel's strongest warden

Chapter 67 Assassination outside Stark Tower [Continue to ask for tickets~]

Professor Kurt Connors, a senior researcher whom Norman Ottoman relied on most, is the leader of this genetic medicine.

He has only one arm.

The other one remained on the battlefield forever.

He is a retired military doctor, even though he has been away from the battlefield for so many years, his every move still has a strong military style.

Domineering, bossy, and one-sided.

Of course, these were the words that his researchers secretly slandered him.These shortcomings in the eyes of the researcher are precisely the reasons why Norman Osborn chose him.

In the eyes of the boss, these qualities are efficient, precise and reassuring.

His favorite words are: "Don't be superstitious about authority, I want you to calculate all the data yourself! Calculate it yourself! Also, if you can't calculate these data tonight, no one will want to go home!"

It's just that in the past few days, Professor Kurt's mood has been very depressed. His data is stuck at a threshold and he can no longer pass.

Hearing someone calling him, he closed his eyes tiredly, and when he opened them again, he turned into that stern and tough Professor Kurt again!

"What happened? Oh, Chels, I didn't tell you, here, in the lab, everything has to be clean and tidy!

Look, it's a mess right now!

Tell me, did a bomb go off here Cheers?Well, a hurricane is still being generated here!
You'd better give me a satisfactory explanation, Chelsea.

Otherwise, you will clean the toilet tomorrow!

I'm not trying to scare you, I'm stating a fact and I want you to know that I'm pissed right now! "

Normally, if Cheers saw such an angry Professor Kurt, he would probably be speechless with a nervous face, but now, with an excited expression on his face, he held the paper tremblingly and said, "Professor, look at this, Look at this, Professor!"

Seeing the excited and incoherent Cheers, Kurt took the piece of paper suspiciously with one hand, but after looking at it twice, he was addicted to it.

For these data, they don't know how long they have been stagnant. Even in their sleep dreams, dense data will appear.

At first glance, Professor Kurt felt that the data this time was interesting, but he didn't know if it was or not.

He still needs to do the calculation again!
Satisfied, he patted the shoulder of the researcher who had just been reprimanded by him vigorously, and said to him: "Good job, Cheers, if the data is really correct this time, I will take credit for you."

Cheers blushed with excitement.

He knew that Professor Kurt always kept his word, and this time he really wanted to get rich!
Professor Kurt's attention was all focused on the paper in front of him, he turned and walked back to his desk, and asked casually: "By the way, Cheers, what's going on with this mess? "

Cheers was also a little speechless.

He didn't know what happened, and subconsciously looked back at the laboratory. His eyes were confused. Although this is not a place for serious experiments, it is prudent to be on guard.

The place where the serious experiments are done is on the other side, and this is where everyone calculates the formula.

Next to it is the lounge.

Whether it is here or the lounge, there are no windows in design, all the wind comes from the air conditioner and fresh air system. Of course, the ventilation system in the laboratory is another set, which has nothing to do with this place.

So where did the strong wind just come from?
Cheers fell into doubt, wondering if it was an illusion, he felt that there was a faint smell of sulfur in the air, which was a bit pungent and

And when he thinks about it now, he is also a little puzzled. The numbers on that piece of paper don't look like he wrote them, and he doesn't remember when he wrote them.

But what does this matter?

Then only he sits there to work, if it's not his, whose is it?
Cheers felt that he was already a little nervous. It seemed that he was under too much pressure these days. After finishing this research, he felt that he should find a place for vacation. Venice is good, and the island of Hawaii is also good. Can.

It's like getting the damn job done and he'll be free.

Putting some doubts behind him, he and Professor Kurt came to the computer and started a new round of calculations.

……

After Mason came out of the Osborne family, he knew that the affairs of the Osborne family had nothing to do with him for the time being.

What he has to focus on now is to study.

Learning is the ladder to success.

He snapped his fingers, and the thick introduction to occultism landed in his hand.

How heavy the traffic in New York is, he believes he will see it soon.

At that time, he felt that even if he cooked a hot pot meal in the car, the car might not be able to advance 100 meters after eating.

Sure enough, even though it was already night outside, they were still stuck on the road. The blare of horns seemed to be playing a loud and unaesthetic concert. The restless taxi driver opened the window and started to face the outside Swear words rap, heavy rain, lights, and long queues of cars meet unexpectedly at this time. Under the various neon lights, there is actually a bit of a weird beauty.

Mason raised his head and saw the Stark Industrial Building in the distance. The Stark Building looked taller against the surrounding buildings. Mason closed the book gently, leaning his elbows on the car window to watch The Stark Tower outside, thinking about the plot of Iron Man [-], how far has it reached.

Has the Iron Overlord ever been created?

Mason took the evening snacks from the killer next to him. The dragon's snacks have not yet been refined, and he still needs to eat more meals to replenish his bottomless stomach.

Ten minutes later, he wiped his hands with a towel, looked at the still-stopped traffic, shook his head and continued to read.

But this time, before he could take out the introduction to mysticism, he heard a loud bang, and the Stark Industrial Building exploded from the middle, scattering countless glass shards!

"The momentum is huge."

He looked at the doll in the killer's arms, and hid it deep in his clothes.

"Be careful, this is your life."

The killer nodded and apologized, but Mason ignored him and looked out the window again.

He also didn't expect such a coincidence that the duel between Iron Man and Iron King would happen at this time!
Two missiles flew over from nowhere, slammed into the traffic, and exploded!

"When gods fight, mortals suffer!"

Mason looked at the screaming people who got out of the car in the distance, and shook his head. He seemed to hear something in his ears, and suddenly pushed the door open. In less than a few seconds, he took the driver, the killer And the bodyguards are all thrown out!
A "boom" exploded at close range, and the car behind Mason turned into a big fireball and rushed into the sky.

Logically, Mason at this distance must have no chance of survival.

After all, whether it is shrapnel, shock waves, or high temperature, they are deadly enough!

Standing in the firelight, Mason looked at the suddenly tattered clothes with neither sadness nor joy on his face.

"I said what should I do? I shouldn't have gone out."

He tore off his clothes, looked at the killers and bodyguards and said, "Find him, kill him, and bring his head to me!"

(End of this chapter)