Chapter 193 76. I see that you are a yellow-haired girl with a strange skeleton. Are you interested in joining the K team?
Mason's transformation of the Anti-Superman armor went very smoothly. It took him three hours to basically assemble it and install the reactor, ready to start at any time.
The changes brought about by the knowledge of the God of Fire and Forging to Mason's creative skills are just whimsical ideas, but as he continues to integrate and inherit, it will eventually bring about absolute qualitative changes.
This change is exactly what Mason wants to see.
With two hours left before the scheduled meeting with the team members, Mason got out of the suitcase. He looked around vigilantly and did not see anyone coming in the half-destroyed underground parking lot. trace.
He was very sure of this.
Because he used the supersensory skill "Eagle Eye" brought by the Isu blood, which is the basic ability of the Isu blood in this world. When activated, the five senses are strengthened to capture all the clues around him.
is equivalent to a downgraded version of "spider perception".
And with the continuous adaptation to the Isu's super senses, this eagle eye ability will be upgraded. It is difficult for Mason to describe the feeling when this super sense is activated.
But to sum it up, it's cool.
Very cool.
The kind of detail changes that can perceive the surrounding 360° without dead angle with eyes closed, so that he no longer has to worry about being attacked.
It is said that the Isu can even clearly feel the flow of time because of their keen perception. If Mason continues to strengthen himself in this way, maybe one day he can really master the ability of "bullet time" by himself.
"Although it is not directly strengthened, this kind of gradual progress is not bad."
Mason jumped out satisfied.
He picked up the suitcase and took out a tube of Polyjuice Potion from his pocket and drank it in one gulp. Ten seconds later, when he left the abandoned parking lot, he had completely changed into the appearance of the local assassin saint John Wick.
I "borrowed" a car on the street near dawn, used an engineering master key to start the ignition, and took out a chip and inserted it into the speaker USB of the car's console.
Soon, the voice of the old AI driver Delaman sounded in the carriage:
"Hello, passenger number one, it's good to see you safe and sound."
"Hello, Old De."
Mason leaned on the main driver and said:
"Come on, let's drive. I'll squint for a while. The target city is the Great Temple in New York. The coordinates have been entered into your program."
"Received, the best route is being planned."
In the clear electronic sound, the car started again, and soon drove Mason away from the city after a night of hustle and bustle.
But it didn't go far.
Just a few minutes after Mason was still slightly exhausted after being strengthened by the drug, a sudden loud noise woke him up from his half-asleep.
Instinctively, he grabbed the penguin umbrella and the kinetic energy pistol at his waist, and was about to scold the old driver AI for going crazy again and caused a traffic accident. Then he looked up and found that Delamain was not to blame.
On the hood of the car in front of you, there is a **** figure lying down from the sky.
This guy smashed the glass of Mason's car. His blond hair was stained with blood, and he looked miserable. Mason could still see his fingers twitching. How could this guy not die after falling so high?
"Look at her arms! Mason."
Mr. Hat on Young Men’s Head reminds:
"It's your people."
"oh?"
Mason rubbed his eyes and jumped out of the car, pulled the guy off the hood, carefully checked the guy's arm next to the black smoke, and found that there was a **** devil's mark on it.
"Why is it all cut up like this? It's like rolling out of a meat cutter. The assassins deliberately tortured him. Well, it's still a young girl."
He wiped the face of the "companion" who fell from the sky with a handkerchief. Although the injury was serious, he could still tell that it was a young lady.
This made Mason difficult.
"Looking at the injury, it should be that the assassins escaped in the chaos when they attacked the Continental Hotel. In this world, except for the A-level personnel Wesker they met, all B-level members are here, so she should also be here. One of those people."
The young man touched his hat and said:
"Should I leave her here to die? Or make up for it?"
"She's about to wake up."
Hat reminded:
"Her injury healing is amazingly fast, you may not be able to beat her, but there is a very chaotic magic power left on her body, as if it was sustained damage caused by a frontal hit by a powerful magic.
The assassins in this world don’t know magic? "
Mason put on the medical gloves, put the wounded in front of him flat on the ground, and took out the magic cloth bandage and first aid equipment he made. He explained:
"The Isu have a very high control over energy, and some of the energy devices they left behind behave like magic after being activated.
After all, both are changes in energy, so it is not surprising that this kind of injury occurs.
Help me look around, hat.
I need to bandage her. "
"The Isu Shroud on you will heal her."
The Sorting Hat says:
"Although you explained the working principle of that thing before, I still find its existence inconceivable. These Isu people have used technology to do things that are difficult for magic to do."
"Are you stupid? Why should I cure her? She's not a friend, I just bandaged her to improve my proficiency"
Mason rolled his eyes and quickly brushed up a few waves of first aid proficiency with the distressed person in front of him, and then put the distressed girl who was wrapped like a zongzi in the grass by the roadside to hide.
He packed his medical kit and returned to the car. Seeing that the car was beyond repair, he could only take the risk of throwing his little motorcycle out.
Mason pushed his hat back on his motorcycle and said:
"This step is enough for the survivors who meet by chance. Whether they can escape the assassin's pursuit depends on her luck. They should bear such professional risks when they search for good things here.
Besides, as a C-level rookie, I can't protect myself now, so how can I care about the life and death of B-level bosses? "
"嗖"
The flying motorcycle started into the sky like lightning, and within a few minutes, Mason was taken off the main road and into the wilderness on the outskirts of the city. Just as he was about to observe the terrain from a high place and find the direction of the rift valley of the Great Temple, the hat on his head suddenly gave a warning arrive:
"left!"
"唰"
Mason pulled out the kinetic energy pistol at his waist in a very quick reaction, opened the death eye and drew the gun quickly, and fired seven shots in a row towards his left, but a hand was clasped on his wrist the moment the bullets flew out, Then push it upwards to the top of your head.
The seven bullets were all emptied in a short time, and there was a blond girl who was wrapped like a rice dumpling in the bucket of Mason's scooter.
"what's wrong with you?"
The latter appeared in Mason's car body like a flash. With a squeeze of his bandaged fingers, Mason's wrist hurt and the pistol fell into the opponent's hand.
She stared at Mason with wide blue eyes, and reprimanded weakly but fiercely:
"When I met a girl in distress on the roadside and asked for help, shouldn't I do my best to help? Why did you leave me on the side of the road waiting to die? How about your chivalry?
Conscience is eaten by dogs? "
"You still need my help with your skills?"
Mason, who was wearing a safety helmet and flying goggles, was taken aback, and retorted back:
"Even if I don't help you bandage and rely on your self-healing, you can wake up in a few minutes, and you still have chivalry. Don't look at the current environment!
The whole world is after us!
You are still a B-level personnel with the ability to protect yourself. I am a C-level rookie and I will be finished if they catch me. In this case, do you still want me to help you?
Hey, is it you who have no conscience? "
"C-level personnel?"
First, she was seriously injured by a sneak attack and then almost killed by a local demigod. At a critical moment, a wave of random teleportation came and escaped. The swordsman lady who would "breathe back to blood" while sitting in the car raised her eyebrows.
She looked Mason up and down, and said suspiciously:
"What are the C-level personnel doing here? Don't you think it's too messy to take the initiative to give away the head? Wait, you are... that stupid hunter. Cough cough, I mean, the team directly under the respectable Mr. Hunter?
This is too much! "
"That's right, that's about it."
Mason curled his lips, and also looked at the "companion" who was surrounded by him like a mummy. He asked:
"What's the matter with you? Were you attacked by assassins at the Continental Hotel last night? But you were able to escape from the pursuit of so many assassin saints holding Isu artifacts. It seems that you are very powerful.
The teleportation technique just now was not bad, which team are you from? "
"I, I have a great background."
The swordsman snorted, and while removing the bandage Mason had wrapped, he raised his chin proudly and said:
"Have you ever heard of the powerful, invincible, unparalleled, super-cool swordsman? I am her, uh, the number one warrior under her command, yes, this is the identity."
Speaking of this, she remembered the information that the hunter had revealed to her before, so she quickly added to herself by "adding a persona":
"Oh, my superiors knew that hunters and warlocks both sent people to this world to investigate the secrets here, but she is extremely wise and not as high-profile as those two idiots, so she quietly sent me to sneak in here.
Planning to do a low-key investigation.
As a result, those two idiots' idiots made a fool of themselves and got me involved. Where are you going? Want to escape? No need to try, the assassins of this world have some kind of tracking, and sooner or later they will find you. "
She watched Mason search the terrain at high altitude, then yawned and said:
"Go down, find a place for me to rest and prepare for the hunt, don't be afraid, little guy, since you saved my sister, she will keep you safe.
Those shameless assassins actually sneaked up on me. They really have no martial arts. Wait until I recover my blood to see that I will kill them all and crush them all to death!
Not one left! "
"Why are you so murderous?"
Mason frowned and threw a bottle of potion over, saying:
"In your current situation, don't hold on to the fight. The chaotic energy in your body is constantly destroying your body. The wound cannot heal and it will slowly lose blood.
Since you admit that I saved you, follow my arrangement, we are carrying out a secret mission.
You be quiet!
I am only one step away from discovering the ultimate secret of this world. "
"Mason? Where are you?"
Jackson's voice followed with the flash of Mason's collar pin, and he said:
"We've reached the vicinity of the rift valley. We also defeated a few idiots chasing us along the way and got some good gadgets to re-arm. However, Wesker said that there is quite amazing energy in the rift valley, and he plans to go in and see for himself."
"Let him go."
Mason said while landing towards his companion:
"There's nothing wrong with multiple cannon fodder taking the place of the dead ghost. I'll meet you right now. Don't approach the Great Temple until I arrive."
"Wesker? The 'disease' in the Council of Twelve?"
After he ended the call, the swordsman in the carriage frowned and said:
"The person sent by the warlock is actually him? Tsk tsk, it seems that the warlock is not satisfied with just exploring the secrets. He has made preparations in advance to launch a pollution war here."
"Oh? How do you say it?"
Mason squinted and asked:
"Are you familiar with the Council of Twelve?"
"That's quite familiar, and I've had dinner with some of them."
The swordsman rolled his eyes, and said in the usual tone of passers-by bragging:
"I know those twelve people very well. Take this Wesker as an example. This guy is an out-and-out bad guy. He was a complete villain before he joined the Stars Club.
Spreading dangerous engineered viruses in his world in an attempt to gain the mysteries of changing life forms, he is, it must be said, gifted at this.
Later, after his world was in crisis, he immediately grabbed the olive branch that the stars would give him, and became our eyeliner. It only took a few months to help us get rid of the disease that has become a wasteland. world.
But his greatest feat was not. "
The swordsman waved his hands with disgust, and shared the inside story indifferently, only the Big Three knew about it. She said:
"Albert Wesker's research on biological viruses won him the favor of warlocks, and he was then included in the team of 'Pollution Operations'.
That guy did a great job.
The originally lethal and scarce source virus was fused with many strange things, and downgraded to a less dangerous but more polluting 'zombie virus'.
Because of his success in this area, it took him only one year to enter the Council of Twelve and become a capable general of the Warlock faction.
The downgrading virus he produced was quickly spread to countless D-level and C-level worlds, which greatly accelerated the development speed of the Stars Club in this area.
That's why his nickname is 'Plague'.
It is really like the source of pollution, with endless poisonous legacy.
Warlock sent that guy here, probably planning a long time ago that after figuring out the secrets here, a wave of virus outbreaks will occur on the spot to prepare for the subsequent occupation war.
It's not me, boy, you C-level people deal with that kind of guy. "
Miss Swordsman had a youthful and beautiful face of a beautiful girl, but she shook her head old-fashionedly and said:
"You can't play him, and I suspect that your companion may have been 'contaminated' by him. That guy is a 'poison man'. He has almost all the disease samples that the stars will collect."
"tsk"
Mason flicked his tongue, and a rare cold killing intent appeared in his squinted eyes. He said:
"Sounds like a heinous guy. If he dies in this world, the victims of the entire stars will be grateful for it, right?"
His words made the swordsman in the car show a surprised expression. As a veteran who has traveled back and forth in countless worlds of stars, she can naturally understand the deep meaning in Mason's words.
The Stars Club is not a benevolent organization. It is not uncommon for organizations to ambush their companions to kill people and seize treasures.
She just didn't understand where this C-level person had the courage to ambush an A-level person? Are all the C-rank cannon fodder under Hunter so confident?
No wonder the casualty rate is so high.
"哗啦"
There was a sudden muffled thunder in the gloomy sky just now, and then there were dark clouds reverberating, and gusts of cold wind blew in, making Mason, who was in a bad mood, glance at the sky.
What's going on with this sudden change in weather? Is it because God specially changed his face to set off the desperate situation of Team K?
Isn't this too appropriate?
"It's going to rain, let's go down, these **** things should be over. By the way, I haven't asked your name yet? If it's not convenient to say it, can you give me a nickname or something?"
He looked at the swordsman, who shrugged and said:
"Call me... Well, 'Secret' is fine, this nickname has not been used for a long time."
"Secretist?"
Mason froze for a moment, then nodded and said:
"A good nickname, mysterious and chic enough."
"Really? Haha, it took me a lot of brainstorming to think of this nickname at the beginning, but in the end, I was not allowed to use it when I joined the stars, saying that it is too recognizable to hide.
Tsk tsk, what a broken rule! I'm not considered a first-line hero in my hometown, even in the parallel world, not many people know me, right?
It is really annoying to mention it. "
Miss Swordsman was in a good mood after being praised.
But she didn't notice the fleeting surprise in Mason's eyes.
This B-Class is actually a senior X-Men? Tsk tsk, the Stars Club really has a lot of talents, but I don't know when I will meet someone like the professor or Lao Wan.
Of course, the short man he likes the most doesn't know if he will be lucky enough to meet him and ask for some more autographs.
In addition, is this yellow-haired lady who fell from the sky really a B-level person?
This old-fashioned old fritters look, why doesn’t it feel like it?
(end of this chapter)