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

Suddenly, Mason remembered a very important question.

So he immediately started asking himself the question.

"Are you there?"

"Yes, I am. Is there anything I can help you with?" Kuroishi Kasumi replied immediately.

"Are you resistant to mental intrusion or attacks?" Mason asked directly.

"Yes, there is. After all, the universe is very cruel. Something like me, designed as a bodyguard, has to know a little bit of everything."

"...You just said you didn't understand medicine?"

"Guest, this is something you don't understand," Kuroshi Kasumi said matter-of-factly. "The Yapo civilization originated from arms manufacturing; how can you insult us with such low-class medical technology?"

"...But shouldn't the weapons list usually include at least a medkit?"

"Hmph, the fact that they compiled such a list only proves that its purity is too low!"

"..." Mason was momentarily speechless, so he had to suppress his urge to retort and get back to the point, "So, if I were to be subjected to a psychological threat, do you have any methods to deal with or prevent it?"

"Hmm? That's a bit difficult..."

After thinking for a moment, Kuroishi Kasumi replied, "While it's not that this function doesn't exist, given that your abilities seem to be at the average human level, it would be quite difficult to implement."

"……so?"

"It will cost more," she said decisively. "However, since psychic abilities are a broad category, there are packages available for purchase. For example, the cheapest option is for you to contact me after you realize you've been attacked. A more expensive option is for me to use my brainwave connection to provide you with a protective shield throughout the process. If you want both psychic protection and don't want psychic individuals to discover that you have such protection, it will be more expensive. If you need it for more than a month, it might be more cost-effective to just buy me outright."

"No need to say anything more."

Mason interrupted Kuroshi Kasumi's explanation: "I'll choose the most expensive one, right now."

The saying goes, "The more debt you have, the less you worry; the more you worry about not being able to borrow money." Compared to a small amount of debt, Mason still finds being mind-read by Professor X more terrifying.

If you ask why, it's because I have a mobile bomb by my side who has borne the brunt of the evils of this world (tentative title) through the hands of Lord Charles.

Although that bald, wheelchair-bound man is a man of principle and follows the rules, who knows if he might suddenly become curious and take a look inside his head? The Deadpool massacre of Marvel Universe magazine has already demonstrated the seriousness of similar situations. Although the timelines are different and the reactions may not be the same, it's always better to take precautions and not gamble.

Although relying on Yapool and the Super Beasts doesn't sound like a good thing, the merits of the choice can only be seen at a certain point. Right now, he doesn't have the luxury of staying still. He must move forward, forward, and forward again until he gains enough security.

Loans are available! From now on, please call me the invincible FX warrior!

"As you wish."

Without any further ado, Kuroshi Kasumi immediately agreed.

The next instant, Mason felt a chilling breeze seeping from the depths of his bones, surging up his spine and finally settling in his mind, making him involuntarily more lucid.

"All done—" Kuroishi Kasumi's message followed closely: "Although it's not obvious on the surface, if anyone tries to use mental powers on you, they will immediately be retaliated against by my 'resentment'—but if the opponent is particularly strong and exceeds my limits, there's nothing I can do."

Is it "resentment"?

This thing can be said to be the true core technology of the Yapools. Even if the giants of light repeatedly killed their entire families by the Water Watch, they could still be resurrected by their resentment. I never expected it to have such a use.

"That's good."

Mason nodded, then felt a weight on his shoulder.

The weight of the loan... there's no way around it; once you make a choice, you have to bear the corresponding pressure.

Compared to such things, the gains are more gratifying. Now he has triple insurance. He has Black Stone Feather to guarantee his violent and mental defenses. Even if a black luxury car suddenly drives by and shoots him, he can probably get back up with his self-healing ability—provided he figures out what's in his mana bar. But in short, his current setup is already better than many superheroes.

Therefore, even sitting in the S.H.I.E.L.D. interrogation room, Mason was not afraid at all.

—This scene transition might be a little abrupt, so let's start from the beginning.

A few minutes earlier, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents had finally clarified the situation at the hospital and confirmed that there were no remnants of the ninjas inside. So, under the orders of Natasha and Clint, they headed back, leaving the rest to the New York Police Department. However, they also took away a few citizens who claimed to have seen what happened in the corridor, including Lorna and Mason.

Because Lorna's declaration of mental illness was rather frightening, they didn't dare bring her to headquarters. Instead, they chose a relatively remote branch office. Interestingly, they didn't choose to bring a large convoy to escort her. Instead, only Clint and Natasha drove with them.

Nothing unexpected happened along the way, and they arrived at their destination in about ten minutes. Natasha then personally led Mason into the interrogation room, despite her aching back—the kind of room with only a handcuffed table and two chairs, and a huge one-way glass wall on one of the walls.

Incidentally, Lorna had been taken to a European-style reception room beforehand, where there was plenty of black tea and desserts, and the air conditioning was so comfortable that the difference in treatment was almost heartbreaking.

"I'm saying..."

Before Natasha, who was sitting opposite him, could speak, Mason preemptively asked, "We're all on the same side. Why make it so serious? We can just find an office to write our statements."

"That's the rule, Agent Cissell."

Natasha sighed: "Didn't I tell you before? This matter has been raised to the highest priority by the department. Even if I'm involved, I still have to honestly explain things clearly in a similar place. If you understand, then answer my questions properly."

"Lorna clearly went into the reception room!"

"That's because the X-Men have a mutual aid agreement with the department. If we don't treat their people with courtesy, we won't be able to borrow well-trained mutants from anywhere else next time."

Mason scoffed, "Is this the terrifying reality of capitalist society? Oh, Jesus, have you closed your eyes?"

Upon hearing this, Natasha shrugged: "The footage here is going to be shown to the director. If you keep saying anything outrageous, you might get sent to the Afghanistan branch."

Mason's lips twitched twice: "What about human rights? What about freedom? Isn't this workplace bullying?"

"Hmm?" Natasha looked up, her eyes sparkling with clear doubt. "Do you have some strange misunderstanding about this country and this organization, Agent Cisel?"

"...It's alright, let's start from the beginning." Mason sighed. "It went something like this—"

He made a few more remarks just to see if he could find out something that couldn't be found online, and he managed to get something out of it.

While it's not surprising that the X-Men and S.H.I.E.L.D. have a cooperative relationship.

And so, he recounted the day's story from a bystander's perspective, while Natasha took notes across from him. The whole process was surprisingly harmonious, mostly just calm question and answer, completely lacking the jump scares and scare tactics often seen in movies of similar themes. This must be one of the advantages of being a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.

—That's what Mason originally thought.