Chapter 293 91. The K team can no longer keep up with the version, and it will be called the K Legion in the future, understand?
"Okay, let's leave a contact information. If there is a chance, let's go out and die together."
Mason took out the communicator and exchanged numbers with V.
He waved his hands and said:
"Of course, I will charge you a high price the next time I ask you to kill yourself. It's okay to bring your long-legged girlfriend to Gotham. That place must be very suitable for you.
Say hello to Panan for me, her gun is really good. "
Watching Mason and Judy walk into the passage in front of them, V grinned, and a blue halo lit up in the depths of his eyes. After activating the communication, he said to the other side:
"I tried it, Morgan, this guy is a mechanic, not too threatening, and you can squeeze his head off with one hand in close combat.
He has a good personality and is a good candidate for making friends.
Especially when he laughs, it reminds me of old V and Jack, this guy must be a conscience. I like dealing with such people, at least I don't have to worry about being cheated. "
"V! I didn't ask you to do these unnecessary things!"
The roar of the captain of the afterlife team sounded from the communication, and he scolded:
"Mason is our friend. I have already confirmed this. You don't need to try it out. You **** who only adds fuel to the fire! If you have nothing to do, why don't you go to the transfer door to help?"
"Aren't you afraid that you will be attacked?"
V snorted, turned over and jumped out of the window, while stretching his body in the warm sunlight, he took out another samurai sword with a black blade reflecting blue light patterns and carried it on his back, saying stubbornly:
"In case you accidentally overturned the gutter and got killed, I have to take over the mess. You know I don't like dealing with those bastards. Naturally, I hope you live a long life.
You bad old man who doesn't know good people! "
"beep beep"
Amidst V's "resonant sound", the leader of the afterlife team, Morgan Blackhand, who had already met Mason in the secret area, pressed the hang up button awkwardly.
The tall legendary old mercenary coughed and said to the expressionless Mason in front of him:
"You are laughing at the lack of control, Mr. Mason."
"It doesn't matter, I understand what a terrible experience it is to have a group of players with very 'personality' under my command. With them, my captain's majesty is almost zero."
Mason stretched out his hand to Morgan in front of him with empathy, and said:
"What's more, it's not the first time we've met.
Even though that previous conversation was interrupted by an unexpected situation, I feel that after all that happened, the K team and the afterlife team can completely trust each other. "
"That's true."
Captain Morgan smiled, reached out and held Mason together.
I didn’t feel anything when I watched the holographic projection in the Fort of Stars, but when the two really stood together, Mason realized that Judy’s captain is really a "big guy" in various senses.
Mason's height after several times of strengthening is close to 1.90, but he is still a head short in front of Morgan Blackhand. Although the latter is no longer young, his upper body is almost in the shape of an inverted triangle because of his tight muscles and military vest. .
People's forearms are as thick as Mason's thighs
When the two hands were held together, Mason suddenly felt like a numb homeboy standing in front of Schwarzenegger.
The most outrageous thing is that if Mason remembers the information of the legendary old mercenary in front of him correctly, this guy should be at least ninety years old, right?
In the case of only installing the basic prosthetic body, maintaining this body shape at this age, it can only be said that the gap between people is really not ordinary.
As far as Mason is concerned, he feels that at the age of ninety, he can guarantee that he can avoid running the bathroom a few times at night and keep up with Harley's rhythm when kissing, which is already a big victory.
"Don't pay attention to V's little jokes, he likes to play with these moths."
After Mason exchanged pleasantries with Captain Morgan, a lady in combat uniform sitting on the other side of the secret area also said to Mason:
"Mr. Hunter will come at any time, I think you and him must have something important to discuss that we don't know, so let's hurry up.
Combine all the issues that should be discussed. It is not easy to meet in a parallel world on non-trading days. "
This lady is not young anymore.
Her face and figure have obviously undergone corrective surgery to keep her appearance from being too affected by time, but the long gray hair and eye wrinkles still represent the traces left by time on her body.
However, the old aunt's calm demeanor when she spoke proved that she was by no means an ordinary person. At first glance, she was the think tank and important figure of the Afterlife Squad.
"Mason, this is Roger."
Judy whispered to her friend:
"The most powerful middleman in Night City and even our world, the queen of immortality in the mercenary world, the name of the afterlife team is named after the bar she owns.
She is now serving as the intelligence officer and reconnaissance commander of the afterlife team. "
"Famous, like thunder."
Mason nodded politely to the old aunt, and pulled out a chair to sit next to Captain Morgan. Since he had already started the initiative, he no longer concealed his intentions.
He took out the cigarette case and said:
"Originally, I invited Captain Morgan for interviews many times to talk about the overall cooperation between the K team and the afterlife team. I mean cooperation at the alliance level.
But something happened just now that made me feel that I have to discuss another matter with you first. "
Mason picked up a cigarette, glanced at Morgan, then at Roger, and said:
"What I mean is, we'd better determine the answer to this matter before the hunter arrives. It's not complicated to say. You should know that not long ago, there was a vacancy in the A-level twelve-member council."
"Well, we know."
Aunt Roger hooked her fingers, and Mason threw his cigarette case over with a wink. The latter lit one for herself in an elegant and sassy manner, and leaned on the sofa like a queen and exhaled a puff of smoke rings. Say to Mason:
"According to the information obtained by my informant, Wesker's accidental death is a mystery, and its answer is locked in the Isu world that has disappeared from the parallel world system of the Constellation Society.
But I know that K-team was also involved in that operation.
So, if my guess is correct, Wesker's death should have something to do with you? "
Facing her inquiry, Mason nodded without hiding it.
Such a candid answer caused Roger and Captain Morgan to exchange glances.
Different from logistics staff like Judy, Morgan and Rogge are combatants, and they have a good understanding of the combat effectiveness of A-level members of the Constellation Society.
It sounds unbelievable that Team K could do such a thing as a C-level team, but Wesker's death cannot be faked.
"I just completed my B-level promotion mission, and during this mission, I had a conversation with Mr. Hunter's superior."
Mason exhaled the smoke ring, and made a long story short:
"In order to win me over, they promised to give the vacant seat to the K team, but I don't want it, our strength can't control that position, and the end of forcibly boarding can only be seen and remembered by all walks of life .
This is not the result I want.
So, taking the opportunity of this conversation, I want to give up this A-level seat to you. Anyway, the afterlife team is already undergoing the promotion process of the A-level twelve-member council.
You already have ideas, so I'll just be a favor. "
"Uh, wait a minute! Let me take a look."
Captain Morgan touched his head.
He felt that his frontal cortex RAM manager was a little hot. Why did Mason, a C-level person, talk about the A-level seat coveted by countless people, like a Chinese cabbage on the street?
This tone of holding hands is not quite right, is it?
But compared to Morgan's prudence, Aunt Roger's eyes lit up when she heard Mason's proposal. She sat up straight and flicked the cigarette ash, saying:
"Can you guarantee that the seat will fall into our hands? Is your relationship really that strong?
I heard the little girl Judy say that you might be the illegitimate son of a heavyweight in your world, but I wondered if your suspicious father is really a big shot in the higher authority, right? "
"I can try to work, I don't think it's a big problem."
"As for who my parents are, I don't know yet, but I'm sure they are not as powerful as you think, Roger, it's just that I have something that the higher authority needs, so I can bargain with them.
An A-level seat is nothing more than a piece of cake for those who are truly savvy.
But before we discuss the details, I have a question for you, and I hope you can answer me honestly. "
He paused, and asked with a heavier voice:
"Squad K and hunters don't like the style of the Stars Club when they cooperate with the hunters. The hunters are likely to do this kind of thing for revenge, so what about you? Why do you 'collaborate' with us?
With your ability, no matter which faction you switch to, you can get along well, but there is no need to go all the way with us. "
"Is this answer important?"
Rogge exhaled a smoke ring and asked a question.
Mason nodded, took out the penguin umbrella, and held the golden apple in his hand to make it emit a golden shimmer. Against the light, he said seriously:
"We are fighting a war. The enemy is not just the Stars. If I want to win, I must choose my allies carefully. Look at this thing, Roger and Captain Morgan, and then answer my question.
Can I trust you guys? "
"I knew it wouldn't be an easy character to do so much, well, if you want to know."
Rogge flicked his hair, and the old aunt gave a feminine snort, crossed her legs and leaned on the sofa in a different position, staring at the golden apple in Mason's hand.
She can feel a force interfering with her mind, which may be some kind of clever "lie detector method".
But she didn't care.
she says:
"The afterlife team is not just a refugee after the collapse of the world, we were selected as representatives and guardians of a 'data civilization' in the dark age of the material world.
Different from other lone avengers, we also shoulder the responsibility of reviving civilization.
And according to the trillions of calculations performed by the "God of Data" Batemos who is still maintaining cyberspace in Mikoshi at this time, it shows that the current expansion model adopted by the Stars Society and even its superior organization is unsustainable of.
Because under the background of the impact event, the overall resources of the entire parallel world are limited and are constantly decreasing by themselves, which means that they will soon 'be able to make ends meet'.
When there are not enough new worlds for them to discover and plunder, organizations that can still rely on interests to unite will fall into the cruel contest of "internal fighting".
In that case, our 'low-level civilization' will obviously be consumed as 'consumables'.
No one wants to end up being sacrificed as cannon fodder after putting so much effort into existence, so when Mr. Hunter threw an olive branch at us, we quickly responded to him. "
Rogge took a deep breath.
She looked into Mason's eyes and concluded:
"The premise for us and even our civilization to be lucky is to ensure that the current stars will not be in power! Under the current system, we can't see any hope.
We are eager to see change, for better or for worse, which is why we are here to talk to you. "
"That's the obvious reason, it can be said that it is a collective decision made by our civilization."
After Aunt Rogge finished speaking, Captain Morgan also knocked on the table and said:
“As far as we are private, we also have our reasons.
After all, everyone present here and the survivors in the afterlife team have personally experienced the end of the world, although even without the invasion of the Star Society, there is a high probability that our world will not be able to survive the impact of the disaster.
But Mason.
It may be emotional to say this, but our world was not destroyed by shock, we all saw who really destroyed it.
We stinky mercenaries who don't know a few big characters don't understand the truth.
But we still understand the rules of blood for blood and tooth for tooth.
I want to see them fail, I want to see them bleed, I want to see them fail, I want to see them crumble.
I don't seek happiness for a long time to live in a bright age.
That's not a choice a mercenary would make.
But I hope that at the end of the dark ages, when the stars will burn brightly, one of the fires will be lit by me. "
The ninety-year-old hot-blooded old man with a pot head shrugged. He played with a cigar, looked at the golden apple in Mason's hand, and said very calmly:
"Although it may seem irrational for me to say this, the fact is that this is a personal grievance."
"They killed my best friend."
Judy, who was not asked to speak, also put her hand on Mason's shoulder at this moment, and the tech girl said softly:
"Revenge can't bring them back to life, but I have to do something for them at least.
Although in our world, those of us at the bottom are free to live and die randomly, but maybe revenge is our last dignity and the only dignity we can get. "
"Very well, you didn't lie. Although there may be something hidden, I can't criticize too much after all."
Mason moved his hand away from the golden apple, and the yellow gleam disappeared.
He took out a note full of words, handed it to Captain Morgan, and said:
"Let's talk about that seat next, I'd love to give it to you for free, but I'm the captain of Team K after all, and I have to fight for some benefits for my organization."
"Uh, I can understand the previous things. What does this last mean?"
Morgan looked at the note in his hand, he said suspiciously:
"You ask us to help you train your servant army? We have to send no less than 100 legendary mercenaries as instructors, and set up a production line of military prosthetic bodies and weapons for your servant army.
How many servants does Team K have? "
"A lot."
Mentioning this question gave Mason a headache, saying:
"An Osborne Tower, a million pirate remnants, an assassin alliance that will serve us, an all-superhuman Amazon tribe, and the Atlantean kingdom that will soon own the world's oceans, eh?
Why are you looking at me like that?
Isn’t it normal for the pioneer team to have minions? You also have a world of bionics in your hands who are willing to go through fire and water for you. "
"If you think that a world of androids can be compared to these guys you just mentioned, then I feel like you are mocking the efforts we have made over the years to grow ourselves."
Old Aunt Roger said quietly:
"I have never seen any B-level team with such a luxurious servant configuration, in fact, even A-level members are quite rare like you.
The most important thing is that the "servant army" we call in the conventional sense usually does not exceed a thousand people, and the average pioneers cannot afford to support any more.
but you
According to your current thinking, what you want is not some servant army, Mason.
You are asking us to train you a real, fully armed army that can run across the world. Let me put it more simply, you have to build your own 'cleaner'!
I doubted your determination to fight them to the end.
But now I am only ashamed of my lack of imagination, you are just trying a very new way of rebellion"
"Maybe it's because I understand the principle that political power grows out of the barrel of a gun? Maybe it's because I know that dignity can only be won with **** fists? Maybe it's because I plan to do it with real swords and guns instead of using a big ideal to confuse you."
Mason stood up, pushed the hat on his head, and said:
"So what? The answer from the afterlife team?"
"Such an interesting thing, we must participate. This is much more thoughtful than I imagined secretly attacking a few resource worlds or burning Starsburg to ashes."
Captain Morgan also got up abruptly.
He looked at Mason with admiration, stretched out his hand towards him, and said:
"Since you, who have a great future, bet yourself on the poker table, what do us barefoot have to fear? We follow!"
(end of this chapter)