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

Chapter 85 Sadako: Time for a job?

When people watch stories, they often talk about things like "what if this hadn't happened" or "what if a certain character had appeared when this happened." Authors are happy to participate in this discussion. The concept of "what if" dates back to ancient times. After the scientific community proposed the hypothesis of parallel universes, various narrative methods based on this hypothesis have flourished and have become an important concept in creative work.

What follows is a possibility that there is no "Mason" and only "Ciscel".

Rewinding to the beginning of the story, Cecil, under orders from Hydra to eliminate a rogue agent, was inexperienced and his actions were quickly discovered by the experienced agent. The two immediately went to war, which ended with the rogue agent being stabbed in the heart and bleeding to death. However, before dying, he managed to shoot Cecil in the head.

It was at this moment that Mason crossed the universe and possessed Cecil's body, but in this timeline, this did not happen—Cecil regained consciousness a dozen minutes after being shot in the head, used his mutant abilities to repair the wound on his head, and then made a decision that would affect his entire life.

He reported his mutant abilities to Hydra.

Everyone knows Hydra's modus operandi. Upon learning of this, Cisser was immediately recalled to headquarters and quickly placed on a testing platform, surrounded by a group of freakish scientists, where he began a research process that could be described as inhumane.

First, they explored the workings, performance, and limits of regeneration. After confirming that Cecil enhanced himself by absorbing light and some radiation, Hydra used high-powered flashlights, light emitters, military laser weapons, and other devices of varying intensities to infuse Mason with energy. At the same time, they used sharp weapons, firearms, high temperatures, low temperatures, toxins, and even nuclear radiation to stimulate Cecil's regeneration, allowing him to achieve a leap in enhancement in a very short time. However, the price was that his mind went insane and completely collapsed under the cruel torture.

This is the tragedy of super-regenerative individuals. If they become experimental animals, researchers can use damaging research methods without restraint. For Cecil, this is truly unfortunate news, because his abilities are so powerful that he can even repair brain damage. This means that physiological madness and dementia are impossible for him. He can only suffer the torment of Hydra, contributing to the Nazis' exploration of the mysteries of mutants, until his mental structure is completely mutated into a monstrous state due to endless torture.

This doesn't mean that becoming a monster means you don't have to suffer anymore; rather, after going insane, he simply learned how to ignore or even enjoy the pain.

Under the research of Hydra scientists, his abilities were greatly developed, but just like the history of the anti-tank missile conflict, the scientists who fully mastered the mechanism of his abilities were always able to control him, making it impossible for him to escape, and then further deepened his madness with further research.

This situation continued until Captain America discovered that a large number of Hydra agents were lurking within S.H.I.E.L.D., and, together with other superheroes, managed to dismantle most of Hydra's influence.

Driven to desperation, the scientists unleashed Cecil, a secret weapon, and used a chip implanted in his brain to control him as he attacked the Avengers.

Cecil used his own strength to stop the heroes and buy time for the remnants of Hydra to escape—that was Hydra's plan. Unfortunately, the captain, who knew Hydra's treachery and ruthlessness, was too cautious and summoned all the powerful figures like Thor and Hulk. The lineup was so strong that even the Purple Potato aliens would have to put in some effort to defeat them, let alone Cecil, who had been lying in the laboratory and had hardly participated in any actual combat training.

The result was the destruction of Hydra. Because Cecil was too tough to be killed for a while, Iron Man and others managed to imprison him. Captain America tried to persuade him to surrender, but Cecil, who had completely gone mad, wouldn't listen to reason. He tried to escape from prison many times but failed, and the two sides remained deadlocked.

Until another crisis came along and changed everything.

But that's another story.

Mason suddenly sat up straight.

He looked around blankly, and it took him a while to fully come to his senses.

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The rising sunlight streamed in through the window, indicating that it was already the next morning. Looking at the clock, it was almost eight o'clock, but Mason, who had slept for nearly ten hours, felt increasingly tired.

Those scenes I just saw—were they a dream?

He rubbed his temples hard to relieve the throbbing pain in his head—probably because too much information had been crammed into his brain all at once, his forehead and the back of his head were throbbing in waves, and even trying to repair it with light energy had no effect, so it seemed he could only endure it.

In short, let's organize this first.

He went into the bathroom, splashed several handfuls of cold water on his face, and recalled the things he had just dreamed about.

No, it shouldn't be a dream. If it were a dream, I should have forgotten most of it the moment I woke up. But those images are firmly imprinted in Mason's mind like memories of his own experiences, and they linger there for a long time.

What was Cecilia's experience in another world?

I certainly wouldn't dream about those things for no reason. So why is that?

Could it be that white light again?

Mason rubbed his temples, tentatively concluding that he hadn't fallen back into the same obsessive state as before—meaning that after he crushed that bit of white light, a few fragments of memories exploded out? Just like when he came into contact with Lorna when her abilities were out of control.

If that's the case—could that white light manifested by the moon and stars be Cecil from another universe? And Moira was clearly terrified of that thing, to the point that she immediately wanted to have Chase and Wanda come and kill her—that makes sense logically, but isn't this just a completely undeserved disaster?!

What does Cissell's business have to do with me, Mei? Why don't you go and fight the mastermind instead of bullying innocent bystanders like me?

This is no longer just ordinary misplaced anger; we must strike hard!

But that guy has several Omega-level mutants protecting him, and with his small frame, it seems he can only indulge in his verbal sparring in this other world—tsk, in that case, doesn't that mean even if he returns to the Marvel Universe, he'll have to keep avoiding the Brotherhood?

This won't do; we need to find a way to resolve this.

But what should I do? I have absolutely no clue.

After thinking for a long time without any results, Mason simply gave up thinking and turned his attention to today's summoning opportunity. With a thought, the galaxy in his mind spun around, and then a huge tray filled with a lot of food that emitted a strong aroma fell into Mason's hands out of thin air. It was so heavy that it almost made him stumble.

Cat meat set meals

[How to use: After consuming, you will receive a small attack power boost and a defense power boost for 24 hours.]

(Small) and the three buffs: "Cat's Buffer" and "Cat's Buffer".

【Characteristics: Delicious (it really tastes good)】

[Note: If you're not a hunter, please don't try to handle this—this thing weighs four kilograms, and trying to handle it will kill you.]

Mason blinked, looking at the enormous steak, bread, soup, beer, and vegetable salad on his plate, and his mood became somewhat complicated.

To be honest, it doesn't seem to be very useful, but it looks really delicious.

What else is there to say? Let's get started.

After a while, Mason, who was so full that his eyes were almost rolling back, walked out of the hotel.

It has to be said that the ingredients in Monster Hunter World are truly amazing. He had never tasted such delicious meat in both of his lives combined. Even though his stomach was already full, he couldn't stop eating until he finished the entire cat meal.

The good news is that his metabolism is obviously much faster than the average person's. He ate and digested simultaneously, and in the end, he actually finished the entire four-kilogram cat food. Moreover, after eating, he felt like he had gained extra strength, and even his skin seemed to have become a bit tougher—this was probably the buff from the cat food.

Right.

Even the feeling of fatigue has been swept away.

As for the bad news—well—the toilets might be overwhelmed today.

It weighs four kilograms after all, right?

Then, he took out his phone and sent a message to Kogoro Mouri.

The gist of the message was that he was too busy with work to go there today, and asked the detective to continue the investigation and to contact him immediately if there were any developments. Kogoro Mouri immediately acknowledged that he had received the message.

Afterward, Mason rented an electric scooter, covered his head with a motorcycle helmet, and swaggered through the city as an ordinary citizen, slowly driving towards Konecny's secret apartment.

More than ten hours have passed, and the distillery should have completed its procedures. Next, they should be investigating and carrying out the entire operation to silence witnesses. As for the secret apartment in Konek, although it is said to be a secret, it is unlikely to escape the distillery's notice. If I go there now, I might see someone investigating.

The saying goes, "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind." With his current fully armed posture, unless the brewery dares to send a heavy-firepower force to intercept him in broad daylight, or develops a cyborg with strength comparable to Wolverine, he is not afraid at all. On the contrary, he will even take the initiative to see if he can capture a spy for experimentation.

He touched the cursed videotape in the inside pocket of his jacket, then gave a deranged smile.

Cyborgs, huh? Immortals, huh? Today I'll show you, Karasuma Renya, what a true mastermind is all about!

According to Kuroishi Kasumi, the curse principle of this videotape is probably that the virus spreads through optical paths—this statement is a bit vague, and it's hard to determine whether this videotape comes from "The Ring" or its original novel "Ring." But it doesn't matter, because no matter which version of Sadako it is, the people from the Black Organization can't handle her. As long as they find someone to test the specific effects, they can start killing indiscriminately with the power of Sadako.

For example, wearing an MP4 player that can loop recordings on your head would make you invincible. Just stand in a crowd, and anyone who dares to look you in the face will die. However, this operation carries the risk of accidentally seeing the cursed recordings yourself, so it can only be considered as a preliminary solution. How to use it specifically requires further consideration.

A series of wicked schemes (for sure) flashed through Mason's mind. Just as he was thinking about the 114514th way the distillery members could die, he arrived at the entrance of the apartment.

Going solo is a bit troublesome; there's no way to confirm if anyone from the brewery is watching from afar. But that doesn't really matter. He was just planning to use himself as bait to lure people in; otherwise, why would he have come here wearing only a helmet and attracted the brewery's attention? Perfect, let's get this over with! I'm itching for a fight!

After parking his electric scooter in the shed, Mason casually walked into the apartment building. Once he was sure no one was watching him, he climbed up the stairs to the fourth floor and then tiptoed into the building's corridor, heading towards room 415 at the far end.

Business was slow at this apartment building; very few people lived there, especially on the fourth floor, half of which was rented by Kognek under different names and was usually empty except for room 406, where he kept his secret stash of money.

In other words, as long as you don't take a heavy machine gun and start firing wildly inside, you basically won't attract anyone's attention no matter what you do.

Mason peeked through the crack in the door—he had deliberately clipped a very short strand of hair into the crack when he left yesterday, so that he could check if anyone had sneaked in on his second visit.

And now, sure enough, the hair he had caught in the door crack has vanished without a trace.

Then the question becomes very simple—is there anyone else in the house?

Following the usual pattern, Mason would definitely have to spend some more time going around to the window to sneak a peek. After all, theoretically, he should be the one who is cautious, afraid that the brewery will track him down through the network. In other words, most of the people who come here to investigate would think, "What do I, the party in the advantage, have to be afraid of?" However, the situation is actually quite the opposite. It is Mason who is actively looking for people from the brewery.

So, based on this, what should he do?

Of course, you just push the door open and go in.

After making his decision, Mason reached out and unlocked the fingerprint lock, slipped the air gun onto his left index finger, and then strode into the living room with lightning speed.

To his delight, there were two people in the living room whom he really wanted to see.

Chianti and Cohen were huddled together in front of Cognac's safe, checking something. There was a walkie-talkie on the coffee table, and Gin's voice was coming from it.

Some might wonder why precious snipers would be sent on such a mission. That would be underestimating them. Chianti and Cohen are both highly skilled assassins, proficient in much more than just sniping. They are also adept at infiltration, close combat, and short-range gunfights. It's just that Gin prefers to use them as snipers.

"If all the small, valuable items were taken, then that means Konek only arrived recently—"

As the word "come" came through the walkie-talkie, Chianti and Cohen turned their heads in unison toward the entrance—where Mason, wearing a helmet, was giving them a bright smile.

Good morning.

As he spoke, he raised his left hand. Chianti and Cohen reacted incredibly quickly, drawing their pistols the instant Mason pointed his finger at them. If they had been given just half a second more, they could have riddled Mason with bullets in a single burst.

But pistols are not as convenient as air guns, so Mason was a little faster.

"Bang, bang—"

At a command, a compressed air mass struck the two of them simultaneously, the powerful impact instantly launching them into the air and slamming them against the wall behind them.

"Bang, bang—"

But Mason wasn't satisfied and fired two more shots on the spot. This time, the two men, who were barely able to stay conscious, were knocked unconscious and stopped breathing.

Finished, that's it.

Then, Mason whistled as he walked over to the coffee table, picked up the walkie-talkie, and cheerfully said, "Good morning, Gin. Was yesterday's surprise exciting enough?"

"Konek?" Gin exclaimed in surprise. "You—?"

"Reverse thinking, reverse thinking."

Mason chuckled twice: "Don't get the wrong idea that you're the one hunting me—in reality, I'm declaring war on the organization!"

"How dare you—"

"Alright, alright, don't be so irritable." Mason interrupted Gin. "Consider Chianti and Cohen as a greeting gift. I'll bring you more surprises later—if there are any ambushes nearby, feel free to send them up, but I can't guarantee their safety."

After saying that, he immediately threw the walkie-talkie out the window, not giving Gin a second to react.

Gin is a suspicious person; the more confident he appears, the less he dares to act on his own.

After all, they are completely unaware of their own situation. Who knows if sending more men immediately will result in them being wiped out by the ambush?

This is what's called a "first offensive," have you all learned it?

Mason then searched the room, pulled out two chairs, twisted up bed sheets and sofa covers to make ropes, and tied the unconscious Chianti and Cohen to the chairs. He then moved them in front of the television.

After some more fiddling, Mason took out a DVD player from the cabinet that could play videotapes.

Now we'll see what Sadako (the goddess from the movie "Sadako") does!

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