Killing the Hand and Daredevil, as well as the new strong boy Spider-Man in front of him, are enough temptations for Kingpin.

But his reason told him that this was impossible.

The format of Hell's Kitchen is too complex.

He was not sure that after the battle, he would not attract the last hunter.

Mason Clausewitz.

That is Kingpin’s real enemy!

He glanced at the half-dead Spider-Man lying on the ground and said with a smile: "In that case, forget it? Let's get out of here.

Consider this little guy as my gift to you."

Kingpin and the negatives left with the people, and no one stopped them.

The same goes for Erica.

After those people appeared, she knew that she couldn't take Jin Bin away.

Looking at Kingpin leaving, she didn't do anything. The ninjas picked up the little spider, and Erica planned to take him to Mason.

She always feels that this is a good helper.

"What do they do?"

A ninja asked. Erica took one look and said, "Let them go."

In the past, Erica would have been deeply resentful of what Gunsou did back then.

But now, she has more important things to do.

She wanted to leave, but Stickman was not going to let her go. He shouted to Erica: "My child, you must go back with me. You have gone astray now. That person is very dangerous."

Erica didn't even look at him. Stickman wanted to rush forward, but the ninjas stopped him. He could only watch Erica leave.

…

Mason walked out of the house and looked at the little spider placed in the house with some surprise.

That young face was already exposed from behind the mask. Mason thoughtfully made some black tea for him. Thinking that the young man might have a sweet tooth, he specially asked the kitchen to prepare some desserts and put honey in the black tea.

The little spider has probably woken up, but he is still not good at hiding his heartbeat and breathing.

"I'm not a bad person. Now that you've woken up, I think you should open your eyes and look at me."

Mason said to him, and the little spider opened his eyes quickly. It must be said that the spider gave him a strong recovery ability.

"You are lucky to have escaped from Kingpin. I think you need to calm down. Here you go."

He handed the ceramic tea cup to Little Spider, who took the cup, looked at Mason and stuttered and said: "Uh, uh, sir, although it's rude to ask, but I still want to ask who you are?"

"I'm Mason Clausewitz. I think you should know me. I donated the library to your middle school."

"It's you, sir."

There was a look of surprise on Little Spider's face. He had no idea what it meant when Mason said that he had donated a library to Little Spider's school.

This means that his identity is already known to Mason.

After he subconsciously took a sip of black tea, he realized belatedly that his mask was gone.

"Oh, sir."

He stood up nervously, and Mason handed him the mask and said: "I think you are looking for this, but it is useless, and listen to me, kid, your equipment is too crude.

Being a hero doesn't help."

The little spider had no idea what he was going to say. He stood there at a loss. Mason said to him: "I can't give you any technical help for the time being. I know your capabilities, so what I can give you now is...

Just a little bit of advice and help.

Do you think you need my help?"

Mason tore off a page from the book, wrote a phone number and said: "If you understand, make this call. Also, being a hero is an honorable thing, but first, you still have to learn to protect yourself.

.”

He took out a small glass bottle and put it in his hand and said, "Take it with you and put it in the water when you take a shower."

The little spider had no idea what was going on. Mason said to him: "I will send you out carefully. Remember, don't reveal your true identity at any time, otherwise, it will be a disaster."

.”

The little spider comes in a chaotic manner and leaves in a chaotic manner.

Mason watched him leave and pulled up his sleeves again. There was an unfinished tattoo on his arm, which was the magic-breaking potion of Dragon Potion.

As for the pattern of the tattoo, it is a common secondary opposition in alchemy. On one arm is the Red King, and on the other arm is the White Queen.

Mason didn't know what the dragon felt like in pain, but he could feel that when these potions dripped on his body, it felt like sulfuric acid dripping on his skin!

Severe pain!

The sweat on his head continued to fall and fell to the ground. At the same time, he also saw the changes in the character panel.

His spirit, because of these two alchemical symbols, increased by two points.

"It hurts enough."

Mason gritted his teeth and said, he poured some potion into his mouth and continued to start the tattoo business.

Until now, he has not tattooed the symbol of the Red King.

However, there is an advantage to alchemy. As long as he does not seek death, he will not continue to have hallucinations like watching dragon potions.

Maybe that's not an illusion.

Like the introduction to occultism, the so-called hallucinations are caused by his spiritual awareness and cognition not being enough to peek into this knowledge.

Mason's gaze fell into the distance, and the tattoo needle in his hand broke again. He shook his head and took another one from the box.

"The pain is driving me crazy. Maybe I should listen to some softer music."

Mason muttered to himself, he was eager to kill someone now.

It would be best if this person can jump out on his own.

…

Tony Stark, the young billionaire at the helm of Stark Industries, was sitting in the desert in despair.

His chest is the reactor. It seems that he has killed the terrorists who kidnapped him and returned to freedom.

It's just that there is no water source and no food. He feels that he is going to die. He really wants to eat a hamburger now.

From being kidnapped, to being forced to make weapons, to escaping.

Compared with his life, it was just a short time.

Compared with all the years of his life, this period of time seemed insignificant.

But this suffering changed his mind. He always believed that the weapons produced by their company were produced for those soldiers fighting for justice and freedom.

Now he knew it was all a lie.

They are all real lies.

Resentful and unwilling, he walked on the desert with one foot deep and one foot shallow. The desert sun was very hot, making his skin very painful.

He heard the sound and raised his head slightly.

In the sky, several military helicopters stopped in front of him, and a familiar face appeared in front of him.

That's Rod's face, that's the face of his good friend Rod!
Chapter completed!