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

Mason reasoned logically—a dark organization like this, whose profession is killing, must follow the path of power above all else. So, as long as he demonstrated enough power to easily crush them, he should be able to prove his point and get these idiots to sit down and talk.

After all, he wasn't a bloodthirsty person; killing off a few henchmen who showed murderous intent towards him to establish his authority should have been enough. But the result was...

"Ughh ...

A ninja, clearly more skilled than the others, drew his sword with a shout and charged at him with a desperate stance, yelling, "I'll hold her off! You all go and tell the leader to retreat!"

It wasn't just him; after he made the first move, more than a dozen brave warriors overcame their fear and charged at Mason with their necks stiffened.

Mason: "?"

What was that saying again—did these people just charge in shouting about bonds and organizations?

Why?

Mason felt like his logic had been violated.

Aren't you guys some kind of deep, dark terrorist organization? Why would you have this inexplicable loyalty? Are you out of your mind?

But since some people are looking for death, Mason isn't unwilling to grant their wish.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't do it!"

..............................

Hyde Medical Center, top floor.

A ninja rushed towards the largest ward in the hospital in a desperate flight, pushed open the door, and shouted in utter terror, "Sir! Run! Run!!!"

A woman sitting in the chair frowned and asked, "What's going on? What happened down there?"

"There's no time to explain. If we don't run now..."

He shouted at the top of his lungs, as if he were about to vomit his lungs out: "There's a monster down there..."

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A spinning broken blade flew from behind, piercing straight into the back of the ninja's head, propelling him forward a short distance. Then, his well-trained body convulsed briefly before collapsing silently, not giving him even a second more to survive.

"Ah, so this is where it is."

A leisurely female voice drifted in from the corridor.

The next moment, Baksim, who was spotless, placed his hand on the door frame and looked into the ward with a smile.

Important things should be repeated several times; Yabo Technology is truly the best in the world.

After quickly eliminating the clueless ninjas downstairs with miniature missiles and then using fire to prevent them from reviving, Mason followed the ninjas who were being covered as they escaped to the top floor. Along the way, some crazy people who shouted about friendship and bonds tried to stop him, but they were all sent down to reunite with their ancestors.

Aside from being utterly baffled by the source of this inexplicable loyalty, the Hand ninjas posed no threat to the invincible super beast Bakshim. Mason even discovered a function called "automatic cleanup" along the way. After using it, the blood and ash on Bakshim's body instantly disappeared under some unknown mechanism, allowing him to arrive at the ward with a clean appearance.

Incidentally, he now knows why the first batch of ninjas who died didn't use magic. During their fight to the top, several people tried to use the Shadow Binding Technique on him, but it was all useless. The reason is simple: although the technique looks very powerful, the shadow used to restrict the enemy's movement actually only has about a ton of force. It would be enough to bind an ordinary person with one strike, but for the super beast's strength... it's not much different from air.

At first glance, this ward is of a very high standard, even with a touch of science fiction, and is clearly not something that ordinary people can afford.

Besides Mason, there were three other people in the ward.

A kind old woman with white hair lay on the hospital bed, looking to be in her eighties or nineties, but Mason immediately perked up upon seeing her.

—Great, another familiar face I've seen in movies and TV shows.

This is none other than Peggy Carter, a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., a World War II veteran, a member of the Howling Commandos, and Captain America's lover!

Although he has seen photos of Charles Xavier and Steve Rogers online in the past two days, and they are exactly the same as the movie version, the ruthless Spider-Man is still a thorn in Mason's side. He keeps worrying that he may have traveled into some troublesome comic book universe. On this basis, the more characters that are the faces of the movie version, the more it may indicate that this is a world line that is close to the cinematic universe.

Does this significantly reduce the level of danger?

We can't just jump out with Infinite Ultron or Black Kidney Deficiency halfway through a fight, can we?

Before he could even feel happy for a second, the other two people in the ward gave him a rude awakening.

A black-haired woman, whose upper body was more than half-cut off and whose clothes were more revealing than lingerie, sat on a chair next to the hospital bed. She covered her eyes with a leather mask and had a bullseye-like pattern painted on her forehead. Her outfit was that of a top-tier nightclub hostess, and she was absolutely stunning.

The other one was also a woman, but she was completely covered in a white bodysuit with a few black stripes, and her face was covered with a blindfold of the same style but a different color as the previous one. She stood like a guard very close to the door.

Incidentally, the phrase "a blow to the head" is not a phrase describing a shift from high spirits to low spirits, but rather a description of an objective reality.

The moment she finished her opening remarks, the curly-haired woman in a white bodysuit suddenly sprang up and swung a wakizashi at Mason's head.

Are you kidding me...?

She might have thought she was fast, but that speed was pitifully slow under the super beast's dynamic vision. Feeling somewhat exhausted, Mason didn't even bother to connect and just let the blade strike Baksim's head.

Clang!

A crisp sound.

Two strands of Baksim's mimicry long hair were severed; this was the greatest result of the white-clad woman's swift slash.

To be fair, this woman was definitely a level above the rest of the scumbags below, but if it weren't for the fact that she had lost two hairs, Mason wouldn't have been able to tell the difference between them—just like an elephant wouldn't see any significant difference between a hamster and a rabbit.

The strong reaction force caused the wakizashi in the white-clad woman's hand to fly out of her grasp, and Mason sighed, reached out and grabbed her by the neck, literally lifting her high into the air.

Good news, he knows who these two guys are.

Black-clad roast chicken's attire is very distinctive. Combined with the keyword "Hand," one can immediately identify her as a somewhat famous villain, "Bullseye," a self-taught assassin who has accomplished some significant feats in the comics and is a high-ranking member of the Hand. However, she is essentially just a well-trained ordinary person, barely qualifying as a major villain.

The identity of the white-clad guard is not hard to guess; he is probably an obscure hero named "White Tiger." He is not strong, but he has gained considerable strength, speed, and martial arts skills thanks to the "White Tiger Amulet" passed down through generations in his family. As for why he is helping the villainous Bullseye here, it is probably because he was once assassinated by Bullseye and resurrected through the Hand's secret technique. He has been brainwashed into becoming a useful puppet.

Damn, these two are characters from comics. Is this some kind of comic book universe?

Mason's mood, which had just started to improve, was immediately dragged back to rock bottom by these two.

"I don't know what I did to offend you Hands so much that not a single one of you will listen to me properly."

Mason applied a little more pressure to Baihu's carotid artery. Just a few seconds later, her struggles weakened, and she slumped down, fainting on the spot.

Then, Mason casually tossed her backward, leaving her sprawled out in the hallway—he was reasonable, and with someone who seemed to have been brainwashed, he always had to try to wake her up with a slap before deciding whether to kill her or not. Even if she was beyond saving, it would be good to find a way to hand her over to S.H.I.E.L.D. or Attorney Ma as a favor.

"I don't want to repeat what I've said many times before."

Mason leaned against the doorframe and said coldly, "As an innocent citizen who came to see a doctor but was threatened with a knife and sword, I need an explanation."