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

Hey, isn't that Polaris?

If Mason is not mistaken, the person lying in the hospital bed is none other than Lorna Dane, the youngest daughter of Magneto, Marvel's most respectable man, a powerful mutant known as Polaris, who possesses the ability to control magnetic fields.

And it's the same look as the TV series version.

So her appearance completely stunned Mason.

Since it's the TV series version of the appearance, does that mean this is actually the timeline of the TV series "The Gifted"?

But that doesn't make sense either—according to the TV series, mutants should be like rats in the street, hated by everyone. Lorna Dane in front of us is a pure wanted criminal, and it's impossible for her to appear in the hospital so openly. Besides, that's a story that takes place in Texas, and this is New York, more than 3,000 kilometers away. It would take three or four hours to fly there. Even if you wandered into the wrong movie set, you shouldn't be doing it this way.

Moreover, due to some well-known reasons, there shouldn't be any other superheroes or S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra in mutant works, but he just met Spider-Man and Rhino, and he is a double agent. He even glimpsed Stark Industries' GG sign on the way here. Obviously, it is a world view with a lot of powerful people, and it is impossible for it to be as petty as the TV series.

The family is in chaos.

Although all sorts of guesses were running through his mind, Mason didn't show it on his face. He was then pushed by the nurse to the bed next to Polaris Lorna Dane's—there was no other way, there were only two beds in the huge ward, so there was no way to get away from it.

The nurse then helped Mason onto the bed, gave him some instructions, and went off to work elsewhere.

Only he and Lorna remained in the ward.

The other person didn't react in any particular way. They just looked up at him when he was pushed in, and then went back to reading their book, acting as if they were keeping to themselves.

Good.

Mason wasn't sure whether to strike up a conversation. Since the other party wasn't going to talk to him, he decided to just go about his business.

Thinking of this, Mason sighed, lay down on the bed, and then took out his phone, which he hadn't had time to examine closely before, with his unbandaged hand.

It has to be said that the technological progress of the Marvel Universe is quite advanced. In 2010, Mason's phone actually has a fingerprint unlock function that should have been officially launched by Apple in 2013.

But this is a good thing. If it were a combination lock, he would have been stuck lying here all day and wouldn't have been able to do anything.

After searching through his contacts, text messages, and photos, Mason's expression hardened.

Perhaps the original owner, being a low-level agent, didn't have a strong sense of secrecy, which is why she discovered a large number of important clues with just a casual search.

First is "your own" personal information.

He found several medical reports, rental agreements, and driver's license photos in the album, which showed that Cecil Lee Mason was an orphan from a Chinese family. His parents died in a robbery shortly after his birth. After living in an orphanage for a period of time, he was adopted by an elderly person. Then he went to school, joined the army, was transferred to S.H.I.E.L.D., and currently lives in an apartment in Queens. He lives quite well on his salary and military allowance. Overall, he is a very ambitious and hardworking young man.

The only problem is that the old man who adopted him is actually a Hydra.

Indeed, when Mason extracted his own resume from these photos, he vaguely recalled several turning points in his predecessor's life.

To distinguish it, let's call its predecessor "Cisser".

Cisser was taken in and adopted from an orphanage by an old man named "Karen," who gave him a lot of care. When he was admitted to university and joined the army, the old man revealed his identity as a Nazi remnant and dragged him into joining Hydra.

He could sense Cecilia's intense sense of disorientation in that moment from the fragments of memory—after all, it was the 21st century, and who in their right mind would want to keep spouting outdated Nazi ideology all day? How many years had those failed art students died? Hydra's leader, Red Skull, had long been captured and made a watchdog for the Soul Stone. Who knows how such a crippled organization, lacking in any of the essential elements, had grown to the point of almost infiltrating the entire S.H.I.E.L.D.? It could only be attributed to the magical matchmaking system of the Americas.

But what Cecil thinks is irrelevant. Once he's on the pirate ship, he has no way to escape even if he wants to. He has become a member of the new generation of Hydra and has participated in a lot of training. A few days ago, he received the order to "go and kill a traitor".

The whole thing is quite absurd. The "traitor" killed by Cecil was a relatively senior Hydra agent who enjoyed good treatment. However, he developed a strong gambling addiction while on a mission in Las Vegas. The salary Hydra paid him was naturally not enough to cover his expenses. After several mishaps that brought him to the brink of bankruptcy, he came up with the idea of ​​selling information to S.H.I.E.L.D. in exchange for Dao Le.

—His plan was brilliant, but unfortunately, the SHIELD contact he chose was also a Hydra agent. His bad luck was truly heartbreaking.

So naturally, he was given an order to be eliminated at lightning speed, and Cecil was disguised as the contact to carry out the mission. The rest is history.

After finally remembering the most crucial thing, Mason shook his head helplessly.

Ha, is this the legendary hydra that grows back two heads after one is cut off? How hilarious.

Then, through text messages and call records, he could identify someone who might be his superior. If he contacted that person and made up some excuses about being mentally disabled after jumping out of the car, he should be safe for the time being. However, he was not sure if that person was Elliott, who might have been turned into a human twisted dough stick along with the black Ford, so he did not do that for the time being.

Let's take a break first...

Today has already been unlucky enough, I can't possibly suffer another serious illness while I'm lying in the hospital, can I?

Mason nestled into the soft cushions, tossed his phone aside, and frowned uneasily at the tiny abrasions on his forearm that had been disinfected by the doctor.

From the moment the towel was tied on until it came off when I jumped out of the car, the total healing time for my brain was no more than ten minutes. At this rate, not to mention fractures, these minor abrasions should have healed in a few tens of seconds at most. But since I jumped out of the car, almost an hour and a half has passed, and they have only formed a thin layer of scabs, showing no signs of rapid healing.

What kind of logic is that?

It can't be an active skill, can it?

With a subtle mindset, Mason stared at a tiny scratch that was about two centimeters long and tried to come up with an idea.

—Body! I command you to heal!

It was just a joke at first, but the next moment, the skin near the abrasion suddenly twitched slightly.

The abrasion has healed—partially.

The bright red scabs suddenly turned into scars that were about to fall off.

Mason vaguely sensed that something within him was being... consumed?

what?

Considering there were other people around, he forced himself to keep a straight face, but once the thought took hold, it was hard to stop. When he glanced at the abrasions in other places, Mason couldn't help but think about healing, but the miracle didn't happen, and the wounds remained as they were.

What's going on? Did I run out of blue bars?

Mason's mind raced through a thousand possibilities. Just as he was about to carefully sift through a few plausible ones, his phone, which he had tossed next to his pillow, suddenly rang.

He was startled, then picked up his phone and saw that the caller ID was the one he had just deduced was his boss.

Alright, now there's no need to guess anymore, they've delivered themselves to our doorstep.

Mason's lips twitched slightly, then he answered the phone and brought it to his ear.

The next second, a slightly familiar voice came from inside.

"Looks like you're still alive—how are you?"

"..."

Mason wanted to send those words back verbatim.

Because the voice on the other end of the phone was none other than Elliott.