Volume 6: Secret Invasion Chapter 29 What? Are you the only Skrulls who can wave people? Look, I'm going to wave a big guy to crush you to death!
Mason warns Fury to be on the lookout for Norman Osborn.
Obviously, in his opinion, the Green Goblin, who is currently hiding in New York City and has gathered a group of people claiming to "resist the tyranny of the Skrulls", is more dangerous than the Skrulls themselves.
Mason didn't care whether Fury listened or not. As long as he fulfilled his responsibilities, it would be OK. Besides, he had more important things to do right now.
Several workshops on the tenth floor of the suitcase factory began to operate at full capacity. The engineering laboratory began to produce the Skrull identification beam designed by Dr. Reed, and the alchemy laboratory was conducting research and development of neurotoxins, which was Mason's top priority in dealing with the current secret invasion.
Even Mason Main ran over to help.
Harley, who prides herself on being Mason's good wife, naturally couldn't sit idle. She knew that she couldn't disturb her sweetheart's work, so she carried a big bag of things and occupied a corner of the Black Panther Palace to start setting up a stall.
The things Harley displayed quickly attracted a lot of people's attention. Two mighty Amazon dogs were tied with small flags and squatted on both sides of the stall. They felt embarrassed and lowered their heads and whined, but Harley Quinn, who was the poster girl, took the opportunity to sell her goods in a very eloquent manner.
"Hey, don't miss it if you pass by. These are the latest goods from the Mason and Harley arsenal. They are of high quality and are perfect for those cannon fodders who are about to go out and fight with others.
Buy three get one free now!
The promotion will last until you leave. Considering that this may be the last time you shop in your life, and money cannot be brought into this world nor can it be taken away after death, so what are you still hesitating about?
Come and buy now! "
This kind of "performance art" in the palace of His Majesty Black Panther is naturally very eye-catching. Some superheroes who like to watch the fun gathered together and were amazed by the things displayed on the simple stalls.
Starting from the left hand, the first row had three shining Thor's hammers, followed by a bundle of ebony swords tied with straps, retractable wolf claws designed as hidden blades for wearing on gloves piled together, various cool-looking futuristic firearms were lined up in a row, and at the end there were seven or eight captain's round shields stacked like steamed buns.
On the wall behind Harley were hung a replica of Thor's Asgard armor, a women's slim-fit Olympian war goddess suit, Kryptonian uniforms and capes for easy movement, and Team K's classic "export type" bat suits for sale in bulk.
The most outrageous thing is that there are several personal power armors of different styles placed on both sides of the stall, ranging from the cheapest terrorist mobile team bipedal assault armor to the exquisite anti-Superman armor.
It was like a big arms show.
Those who know this may think that this is a little "family benefit" provided by Commander Mason to the heroes going to the battle, while those who don't may think that this is some big villain showing off his collection of trophies from his lifetime of military service.
"Hey! What's wrong with your shield?"
Captain Carter, attracted by the noise, pushed through the crowd and saw at a glance the discs sold by pound. The shape and details were almost exactly the same as the ones he used.
She stared and said:
“Is this a fake?”
"Look at how you talk! What do you mean by fake? Are you here to mess things up?"
Captain Carter's words immediately aroused Harley's dissatisfaction. She put her hands on her hips and scolded:
"These things are all carefully made by my sweetheart. They are of high quality, excellent texture, and have all kinds of magical abilities! Although the material is slightly different from the genuine ones, they are better in terms of large quantity and low price.
Not all superheroes have the equipment support of SHIELD like you do. Look at how pitiful these people are . They even have to sew their own uniforms...
His craftsmanship is so poor that it's like he ran out with a curtain covering him.
Shame on you...
If Mr. K wasn't kindhearted and didn't want to see you running out like naked to give away your heads, how could we sell or give away these good things at such a low price?
Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong with you, an agent of SHIELD! I told you I don't want any money, so give me your precious things in exchange!
Do you understand?
Don't use money to humiliate our K team."
The scolded Agent Coulson smiled awkwardly while holding his wallet and the Level 9 Agent unlimited overdraft credit card that he hadn't taken out. He had his eyes on a very powerful gun combination package, but he was short of money.
The main reason was that his base was blown up by Mason, and all his "precious collections" were burned by his own director.
"I'll give it to you."
Captain Carter snorted, grabbed two round shields and tucked them under his arms, then threw the combination pack that Coulson had been thinking about into his arms, then threw out a few strangely colored gems from his bag and said:
"I took it from Red Skull back then. God knows what it is, but it shouldn't be an ordinary thing. Is that enough?"
"That's enough."
Harley took out a special device to test it, then happily put away the gems, and looked curiously at Captain Carter who was holding two shields. She said:
"Don't you already have genuine sound-absorbing steel shields? Why do you need these downgraded ones?"
"What do you think about me? Can I dual wield shields?"
Captain Carter rolled his eyes.
Acting like a wealthy woman, she bargained with Harry and picked out two scandium alloy wolf claws that could be fixed on her gloves. Then she left the place with a swagger and a sense of satisfaction after returning from a bloody shopping spree.
It’s no exaggeration to say that women love shopping in malls.
What they mainly enjoy is the process of shopping and bargaining.
Because the sales at the small stall were so popular, it even attracted the Black Panther King and Lu Dan to come in person.
Nick Fury picked out a bulletproof vest and two precise kinetic pistols that could be used as snipers for himself. The prodigal Black Panther took a fancy to a pendant made to imitate the power stone, and secretly bought two of them, intending to give them to his girlfriend and his lover.
In fact, according to Mason's original intention, these little gadgets made during practice were not very valuable, so he might as well give them all away as a way to clear out the inventory.
But Harley thought she was a "smart" person with a good business sense, and Mason always told her that the expenses were too high, so she set up the stall.
However, the person who was most severely affected by this incident was the party king Thor, who returned from his inspection half an hour later.
He returned to the palace of Wakanda in a mighty and thunderous manner, only to see three young X-Men walking past him, talking and laughing. The most bizarre thing was that each of them was holding a lightning-splashing Thor's hammer...
The bastard who made the counterfeit even had the ingenuity to imitate the runes of Odin's oracle, adding a thunder spell to this disposable hammer to make it look realistic.
He could even perform shameful lightning-attracting movements and actually draw a few bolts of lightning from the sky.
Moreover, the glittering appearance made it look more like a divine weapon than the hammer in Thor's hand, which was scarred by long battles.
"Midgard's local craftsmen are so rude! They dare to copy my beloved hammer without even paying the copyright fee!"
Thor yelled in dissatisfaction:
"Oh my God, Odin! I should call down thunder from the sky to kill all of you guys who use fake products!"
After saying that, he picked up his hammer and ran angrily to cause trouble for the counterfeit dealer.
Ten minutes later, the fooled Thor had completed his transformation with a silly grin on his face.
He had three disposable Thor's hammers hanging from his belt, a disposable Gungnir Judgment in his hand, and a scandium alloy round shield and an Isu-style Leviathan battle axe slung across his back.
He wore a replica of Hela's helmet on his head and changed into a golden Isu Odin suit.
By the way, he spent some money to buy a golden midnight warhorse that was exclusively for the rich. Then, like a walking weapon rack, he lost himself in the flattering cheers of a group of people who had found a big boss, "Brother Fu V me 50 to see how strong I am."
The party king, who was delighted with being licked, announced loudly and generously that Mr. Tuo would pay for the weapons sale today, and he also bought up all the remaining items and distributed them to the heroes in need.
Then, accompanied by a few sweet and charming female heroes, he happily ran to the bar to drink.
According to conservative estimates, this silly son of a landlord spent at least 500 kilograms of raw Uru gold ore on these "finely crafted figures". But it doesn't matter, because there is plenty of Uru gold in the barren mountains of the Nine Realms.
Father Odin's treasury is filled with endless high-quality ores. What's wrong with using a little to buy a few toys for his only son?
The future of the entire Nine Realms depends on you, young master!
It’s not a luxury to spend a little time on pleasure now.
After all, Miss Harley said it well: the money you spend on buying things is not really spent, it just stays with you in a different way, and you can also enjoy the happiness of a collector.
Why not?
After this little episode, three hours later, the heroes, who had rested and changed their clothes, were finally about to set out on their journey. At this time, there was only less than an hour left before the eight-hour warning issued by the Skrulls to the world after landing.
In response to the provocation, the assembled superheroes are determined to do something big.
Those who can fly fly, and those who cannot fly take the spaceship provided by Wakanda. The group takes off in a mighty manner and heads towards New York City.
Mason did not go along.
He was holding a bottle of black potion and walking into the Royal Prison of His Majesty the Black Panther. Zhang Parker and Dr. Reed were already waiting for him there.
In the cages before them were more than a dozen imposters who had been picked out by the Skrull identification beams. When they were caught, these veteran spies were still trying to sabotage Wakanda's energy system.
They also planned to blow up the waterfall canyon above Wakanda's capital to flood the city, which is truly despicable.
"The first test of Skrull-specific neurotoxin begins."
Mason placed the still warm liquid tube in his hand into the vaporizer gun in his hand, nodded to Dr. Reed and Mr. Zhang who were wearing protective clothing beside him, then stepped forward amid the shouting and cursing of the Skrull prisoners, aimed at them and pulled the trigger.
Black gas spurted out from the muzzle of the gun and spread throughout the cage within a second. Dr. Reed quickly pressed the block button to seal the cage. The screams and howls of pain coming from inside made him feel a little bit uncomfortable.
But Mr. Zhang, the "conscientious entrepreneur", didn't care. He stared at the life detector in his hand and reported:
“The poison gas is taking effect!
The vital signs of all Skrull prisoners were rapidly declining, and within fifteen seconds of inhaling the nerve gas, their brain responses became dulled.
The respiratory system is stimulated and the heart rate becomes disordered.
Increase the dose! "
Mason nodded and injected nerve gas into the cage again.
"A triple dose would produce a lethal reaction."
Mason took out the remaining one-third of the liquid in the vaporizer, opened the lid, put it under his nostrils and sniffed it, then closed his eyes and analyzed its effect.
After a few seconds, he said in a hoarse voice:
“It is confirmed to be harmless to the human body. Inhaling a large amount may cause breathing difficulties and fainting, but Dr. Reed’s perfect design ensures that even if it enters the human body, it will be quickly broken down and excreted by the circulatory system.
The worst that can happen is mild diarrhea.”
"After the first experiment, this thing is considered a success, but large-scale production will take time."
Mr. Zhang turned off the detector and took a look at the dozen or so Skrull prisoners who were no longer breathing in the open cages. There was no emotion in his eyes, only the sense of accomplishment of a researcher having completed a perfect experiment.
He whispered to Mason:
"Stark has modified his weapon design. He plans to use the extreme mode of thirty-three dispersed warheads for bombing. At most fifteen missiles are needed to cover the entire New York.
However, it will take an hour to prepare the missiles there.
The heroes will launch a counterattack in thirty minutes at most after they arrive at the front line, so we don’t have enough time.”
"It's just a simple copy, no need to worry."
Mason shook his head, took out various prepared raw materials from the suitcase, set up an advanced refining array on the ground, placed his hands on it, and with a flash of red light, thirty neatly arranged bottles of liquefied toxin appeared.
He glanced at Mr. Zhang and said:
"Tell Stark to speed up. The launch must be completed within forty minutes!"
"Why the rush?"
Dr. Reed sensed something was wrong with Mason's arrangement. He rubbed his eyes and said:
"If everything goes well, this invasion will come to an end after the Skrull army is defeated, but you don't seem optimistic about this."
"The Skrulls erected that instrument to guide their masters into this world, so on the surface it seems that the invasion can be ended by destroying the locator, but the key to the problem is not here."
There was no point in hiding it at this point, so Mason took off his glasses and explained slowly:
“As long as Perfect Ultron is still there, the Skrull master will not give up this world. Now that Ultron has obtained four Infinity Stones, he is basically immortal.
In other words, it's only a matter of time before the master comes in.
My dear Reed, it was the alien bastards who started this conflict, but it will not end with the defeat of the Skrulls. I understood this before entering this world.
A dynasty destroyed by the enemy can still rise again, but a world overturned from within will be completely destroyed. There are many "awakeners" in this world waiting for the opportunity. I reminded Fury, but he underestimated this.
I am indeed not optimistic about the outcome of this battle.
But don't worry, I'm prepared.
We need to solve this problem once and for all, so I would like you to help me improve this drawing."
He took out the rolled-up blueprint from his bag and handed it to Reed, who took it, opened it and took a look at it, then said with a strange expression:
"A super-powerful portable database? This terrifying data redundancy is enough to store all the data on the Internet and have some left over.
What do you want it for?"
"The Skrulls have sent someone to kill you, and I don't want to see you die miserably."
Mason shrugged, put his glasses back on, took out his flip phone, dialed a number, winked at Dr. Reed and said:
"So I'm going to get a strong guy to come and help. Mr. Zhang, turn off your eavesdropping device. Friendly reminder, you'd better not eavesdrop on my next call...
Those elusive guys don’t like being spied on.”
After saying that, he stood up and walked out of the cage and put the phone to his ear. A few seconds later, John Wick's voice sounded on the phone:
"Mason? What's up? I'm tracking a dangerous Skrull killer who just nearly assassinated Queen Hippolyta."
"Stop tracking and let others do that."
Mason suggests:
"You must relay what I am going to say next to Johnny Silverhand. Don't miss a word."
"Well, you talk, Johnny is listening."
Wick replied, and Mason coughed and said:
"I need to talk to the leader of the data life forms. Please ask Silver Hand to help convey this message to his girlfriend Otto, who will then contact Bartmos.
Please tell them that there is a 'big shot' from the Hope Council who is about to fall into my trap, but I lack the ability to kill this ferocious prey here.
I need the help of data beings, this is what they are best at.
As to what they can get from this cooperation and what I have to give in exchange for help, I hope to discuss this with Mr. Bartomos.
They’ll know how to contact me.”
After a few seconds, Wick said awkwardly:
"Silver Hand called you a malicious idiot, but he promised to pass your words on to his forces. He also asked me to tell you that they have never been our enemies and we can cooperate.
It’s the same model as your cooperation with Mr. A.”
"They are indeed secretly monitoring Team K and me, but it doesn't matter."
Mason glanced at the intercontinental missile launcher being erected behind the Wakanda Palace in the distance, and responded:
"Hurry up, the data lifeforms. I'm waiting for good news in Wakanda."
