In the Marvel Universe: I can summon items from all dimensions.

This... seems a bit tricky.

There's no such thing as a free lunch. Even a fool would know that the price of a Super Beast is definitely not cheap. And the only valuable thing I have... seems to be the air gun that I just got and haven't even had a chance to warm up yet.

But the Yapools possess advanced technology capable of traversing multiple universes, so would they really need such a gadget?

Hoping for a sliver of hope, Mason tentatively asked another question.

[Brainstormer: I'm not familiar with your company's capabilities. Could you provide a sample? If I'm satisfied, we might consider a long-term business relationship.]

[Yabo Ren, General Manager of Super Beast Wholesale Market: You're joking. Our company has always advocated cash on delivery, has a good reputation, and never delays payment. If you want to do business, please show the corresponding sincerity, Mr. Brain.]

That one sentence instantly shut down anything Mason could say next.

Indeed, no matter where you are, you can't get anywhere without money.

This method of communication, which uses only thought to transmit information, is very fast. Several exchanges took less than ten seconds. Looking inside, Lorna gritted her teeth and waved her hand forcefully. The large, swaying instrument gained tremendous kinetic energy and slammed down on the tumor that was about to complete its transformation.

Why do we say it's about to complete its transformation? Because it has shed its chaotic form, developed limbs, and even the beginnings of a head and torso, and has begun to move.

Mason didn't understand the mechanism behind Lorna's abilities, so he didn't dare use the air gun to attack during the process—interfering with his teammates' output was a crime that would get him shot at. If he didn't know what the consequences of his actions would be, doing nothing would at least prevent things from getting worse.

Clang!

Like a car speeding forward, the medical equipment slammed heavily onto the tumor that had mutated into some kind of monster, visibly flattening a large chunk of it—

Did you make it?

Although he knew that saying those words would be disastrous, Mason couldn't help but go over the thought in his mind.

—As expected, a major problem arose.

"hehe……"

Accompanied by eerie laughter, a dark gray creature with long, thin limbs and a bloated body pushed open the medical equipment embedded in its body and slowly stood up.

The slender, black-clad ninja was gone; in its place stood a tall monster resembling an upright toad, with bloodshot eyes and a strong smell of sulfur—a sight that immediately conjured the word "demon."

The dented parts on its body bulged up at a visible speed—clearly, although it looked like a weakling, this guy was definitely not weak, and even had a rare high-speed regeneration ability.

"So that's how it is. He's a mutant. I underestimated him."

As it spoke, it fixed Lorna with chilling eyes, a sinister smile creeping across its rough, gray face: "But how could a mere mutant possibly withstand the power of a demon..."

"Bang."

Mason raised his hand and fired a shot at the guy who was showing off.

I'm tired of commenting on these old-fashioned villain lines; just take the food away.

The compressed air struck the nearly three-meter-tall body squarely, causing it to stagger back a step.

Mason didn't stop. He kept yelling at Lorna, "Hurry up and kill him!" and fired five shots in a row. The demon was blasted into the air and flew to the vicinity of the ward door.

Lorna was startled by his sudden attack, but she didn't hesitate and quickly regained her senses, trying to manipulate the medical equipment again to attack the demon.

But... it was a little slow.

The demon, who had been shot and lay on his back, straightened up in the blink of an eye—although the air gun had made a mess of the ward, with all sorts of items scattered all over the floor, its effect on the main target... was barely noticeable.

Sigh... As expected, how could weapons that can't even kill ordinary people possibly have any real effect on something that looks like a supernatural creature?

The beginner items are becoming obsolete way too quickly!

Just as Mason was about to fire the remaining five bullets, the demon raised a thin hand and made a gesture resembling a sword finger.

What is this... Oh no! The Hand members know magic!

Although he immediately realized the problem, the problem was that he had no solution—sure enough, just a moment later, Mason and Lorna simultaneously felt something cold creeping up their ankles and onto their bodies.

The areas that were touched immediately lost sensation, as if they had been given a strong anesthetic.

Before the numbness spread to his head, Mason quickly looked down.

It's a shadow.

The shadow coiled around his body like a snake or tentacles.

Even Lorna was caught in the trap; the medical equipment that had just floated up fell to the ground on the spot, and the attack failed.

—Wait, sis, you're not really bad at this, are you? Then why did Old Wolf leave so gracefully?!

But it was no use thinking about it now. Just a few seconds later, Mason's entire body was covered by shadows, and he completely lost the ability to move.

Then he saw the demon reveal an evil smile, pull a knife from the tattered ninja costume, and walk towards them step by step.

"I'm going to die," this time it seems to really mean "I'm going to die" in the literal sense.

—Just at this critical moment, another message suddenly appeared in Mason's mind.

[Yabo Ren, General Manager of Super Beast Wholesale Market: If a customer is indeed experiencing financial difficulties but desperately needs military support, our company can also provide temporary loan services—as long as the customer delivers the funds to the dispatched mercenaries within a certain period of time, the transaction can be considered complete.]

These words carried a subtle threat. The Yapool only mentioned how to determine if a transaction was completed, but made no mention of the penalties for violations—but this was actually self-evident; one only needed to consider the Yapool's identity to understand.

But Mason certainly doesn't care about that now.

[Brainstorming Expert: Please explain this trading method in detail]

[General Manager Yabo Ren of the Super Beast Wholesale Market: Our company will provide you with a Super Beast at the rental price. Within thirty minutes, without violating the underlying design, it will completely obey your commands. Within one month thereafter, please deliver energy equivalent to 1.3 × 10^21 joules of heat, or other items of equal value, to the dispatched mercenary. These are the conditions.]

1.3 × 10^21 joules of heat?

This is several levels higher than the Tsar Bomba—it might be a drop in the ocean for an interstellar civilization, but a human probably couldn't produce even a fraction of that heat in a hundred lifetimes.

But it doesn't matter. This is New York in the Marvel Universe, where all sorts of supernatural and bizarre things are everywhere. As long as Mason has time, it won't be difficult to meet this requirement. He can easily find the right items in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s warehouse. It's hilarious. There's no need to worry at all.

[Brainstorming Expert: Agree to the Deal]

[Yabo Ren, General Manager of Chaoshou Wholesale Market: The demand form has been sent. Please fill in your detailed requirements according to your own situation. After confirmation, our company will ship the goods immediately.]

The so-called requirement form immediately came to Mason's mind.

Of course, it wasn't anything complicated. To put it simply, it was a questionnaire where Mason had to fill in his needs. It was a very easy task, and he finished filling it out and submitting it in the blink of an eye.

[Yabo Ren, General Manager of Super Beast Wholesale Market: Shipped, please check and confirm receipt]

Immediately, a string of messages appeared in Mason's mind.

【One-Horned Super Beast Baksim】

[Mimicry: In Progress]

[Size: Miniaturized]

[Brainwave control mode is activated. Guests can manipulate Bakshim via brainwaves for half an hour, share their senses with it, or set commands to allow it to move freely.]

[Please set the summoning location: any empty space within a 500-meter radius of you.]

[For purchasing Super Beast items, please look for Yabo Group. Contact information: xxxxxxxxx]

Yabo people! Well done! Well done!

I will never tell jokes like "super beasts don't feel pain" again!

The user-friendly interface, which even an eighty-year-old grandmother could understand at a glance, allowed Mason to grasp everything in an instant.

In a life-or-death crisis, he completed the setup at lightning speed.

[The One-Horned Super Beast Baksim has been hired. For the next half hour, you will have complete control over it.]

A new line of text appeared on the screen of the operating terminal.

Immediately afterwards, another view appeared in Mason's eyes.