Mason's so-called "forced control"—what exactly was it? Alvin had no idea!
No one knew what would happen if the "Black Widows" who hadn't completely broken free of the control, along with the two special Superpowered People, went berserk.
But when he had the means and the ability to do something right, Alvin's habit was to do it.
Alvin had no idea how Hela was using her magic to send a copy of herself off to deal with the new crisis.
All he needed to do now was give Mason a little hope, so he wouldn't seem quite so desperate.
Buying time seemed like the best choice for now!
Besides, Alvin really was curious about Mason's ability...
Mason looked at Alvin, not quite believing him. "If I do it, will you really let me go?"
Alvin shrugged and smiled. "Of course I keep my word. I'm confident in myself, too.
"If you win, I'll let you go. But first, you'll have to answer a few questions."
Mason eyed Alvin warily. "You can ask, but I can't promise I'll answer.
"You know, some things are more terrifying than death...
"I'm not going to put myself through a fate worse than death just to stay alive."
Alvin nodded. "I understand. But you should believe me when I say that even if you don't want to talk, we have ways of making you open your mouth.
"Natasha and the others were trained by the Red Room. Interrogation should be their specialty."
As he spoke, a golden sword extended from Alvin's right hand...
Faced with Mason's confident gaze, Alvin smiled and activated Angel Siyla.
A sword's gleam, not particularly fast, swept past Mason...
To test the quality of the man's ability, Alvin had Siyla demonstrate the marvel of swordsmanship at the slowest speed possible.
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