Chapter 297 95. Revisiting the hometown of grandpa and grandma
After Mason returned to Osborne Tower, he first dismissed his team members and let Selena and Halle go to rest. He himself was not very sleepy, but completing this B-level promotion task did not mean that his troubles were over. .
His mind is full of things now, and he feels that he urgently needs to calm down and spend some time thinking about his next plan.
Mason sat at the desk in his dormitory in Osborne Tower, took out his notebook, took off his hat and put it aside, then picked up a pen and began to write and draw on it.
This is his habit when thinking about important matters. Writing down factors and problems on paper obviously helps to clarify the relationship between them.
"Using the A-level seat in exchange for the trust and alliance of the resurrection team, plus the group of people commanded by the old man, the K team now has three forces that can act at the same time.
And Ciri's 'favorability' is steadily rising, and it is already a force that can be united and trusted.
It is barely enough to cope with the current scene. "
Mason wrote down the name of the three forces and Hunter Ciri on the paper.
This is his basic board, and from the basic board, he deferred the things that he needs to solve urgently.
The old A's invitation, the swordsman's meeting, and the contact network with Gotham also need to be re-established, and their new team members also need to find time to talk heart-to-heart.
I currently have three Kryptonians in my hands, but I haven't figured out how to use Mason properly.
If nothing else, after obtaining the B-level qualification, the world they are currently in is the base world of the K team. There is already enough manpower on the Osborne Tower side, and the reconstruction of the wasteland world should also be put on the process.
In this regard, the old Green Goblin has been planning and advancing, and perhaps he has to find time to communicate with Norman Osborn.
The two sides are currently in a "nominal alliance" but they don't trust each other, but at least they should ensure that everyone's short-term goals are consistent so as not to cause trouble.
In addition to the above matters, Mason also needs to consider the strategy for activities within the Stars Club after becoming a B-level personnel.
In such a busy organization, it is impossible to try to fish, especially after entering the ranks of B rank and becoming the real backbone of the Stars Club, he and the K team will be assigned to more core and more important pioneering tasks.
This requires Mason to plan well.
But the good news is that Class B personnel will have a series of benefits and greatly improve their freedom of movement.
Squad K no longer needs to count the time to carry out the mandatory pioneering tasks. As long as they complete enough exploration and material submission within a certain period of time, they can spend time on their own affairs.
At that time, I will have a private PY with Ciri, and ask her to arrange an easy long-term errand for the K team, so as to conceal the public and facilitate Mason's various actions.
"However, prying and questioning from the warlock master teacher is still a problem!"
Mason looked at the paper already filled with words.
He circled the name "Warlock".
Death Knell frankly said that he was Lex Luthor's undercover agent who broke into the K team, and the forces behind Luthor are likely to be related to this logistics master.
It seems that although things in the Isu world are done cleanly, they, the only team of pioneers who escaped back, are still being targeted by those who want to.
"We must clear up the suspicion as soon as possible, or find a way to divert the warlock's attention to other things."
Mason rubbed his forehead and thought:
"The feeling of being watched by a great mentor is like sitting on pins and needles. Referring to Ciri's power, the resources that warlocks can mobilize in the stars are quite terrifying. It's like a pair of eyes peeking behind you at any time, no matter what you do, it makes people feel nervous.
But since he has a connection with Lex Luthor, maybe he can start from this aspect.
A tricky Transcendent A Grade world, do you think it is enough for the three mentors to work together to formulate an infiltration plan? I just don't know if the master is ready to face a large-scale "secret invasion"? "
He wrote "suspension" behind this idea, then turned the page over and wrote his name on the other page.
Own life experience!
Mason stared at the names on the paper.
He used to think that his background was not a big problem, especially in this dark age with frequent shocks, no matter how great the background of an orphan is, it is impossible to be involved in important affairs.
But as the strange power in Mason's body grows, he feels more and more that he has an "extraordinary background".
The torrential rain that is inevitable in every battle, rolled in the phoenix fire without any injuries, and even touched the sacred trident of Neptune in Atlantis to mobilize the clouds and rain.
This is no longer something that ordinary mysterious blood can do.
Besides, Ciri hinted several times that Mason ignored his own "strangeness", and then reminiscent of the sudden goodwill of the mutant camp where the swordsman belonged, Mason had a preliminary guess.
"Maybe I'm a mutant lost in another world. Or a very powerful one?"
He stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then picked up a pen and drew a "?" after his name. He felt that he should spend some time on this matter.
Of course, its priority is inferior to several other things.
After all, this is his own private matter, and he cannot mobilize too many public resources of Team K on it. Mason is always very clear about "public" and "private" matters.
But in addition to the above things, there is another thing that always echoes in Mason's heart, which makes him feel uncomfortable.
Shock events are accelerating.
Although the third shock has just ended, when the fourth shock will come is still a fatal question. According to Dr. Octopus' prediction, this world is likely to be within half a year to a year.
That is to say, if Mason intends to reverse the current parallel world system's downward trend towards darkness and savagery, the time left for him to find a solution is at least six months and at most twelve months.
This is the core conflict of all problems. If it can be resolved, all the difficulties Mason is currently facing will be swept away.
"There are currently two methods found."
Mason stood up, went to the window and lit a cigarette for himself. He looked at the Osborne Tower outside the window and the abandoned city of New York in the distance, thinking in his heart:
"The aurora device in the Isu world requires a lot of resources and supporting facilities to advance, and it needs to be calibrated and maintained continuously. Not every world has the ability to build such a global facility.
Although it can anchor the plane and temporarily 'strip' the target world from the parallel world system so that it will not be affected by the impact, it can only be used in a world with abundant resources and sufficient technological power.
At least they must have the equipment to interpret Isu knowledge.
This is the most basic premise, otherwise, even if I give away the golden apple at a loss, it will not solve the problem. The Speed Force Matrix seems to be more likely to be promoted, but it is not perfect. "
The captain exhaled a mouthful of smoke rings, and said faintly:
“After all, not every world has the existence of the Speed Force, and not every world has a cutie like Barry Allen who is willing to sacrifice himself for survival.
Isn't this just sacrificing a Flash in exchange for a smooth ending of the big event?
It's really a **** 'tradition'.
When that time comes, Xiao Shan will probably sacrifice voluntarily, but the problem is that he cannot be sacrificed every time. How can there be so many Flashes as sacrifices.
Krypton's speed force matrix must be improved!
But the think tanks at the fox’s nest should be able to handle this matter, so I don’t need to worry about it, let me think about it, what’s next.”
"beep beep"
Mason's deep thinking was interrupted by the sudden sound of a communication signal. He glanced back. The coordinates of the signal came from Gotham, which made Mason raise his eyebrows.
He extinguished the cigarette and walked forward to activate the communication. The next moment the holographic projection was played, projecting the "bust" of the old man in front of Mason's eyes.
Thomas Wayne had already taken off his bat suit and put on a dark black suit, and he also wore a Panama hat for camouflage. The background behind him was the bustling city center of Gotham, and he could see it from a distance. The logo for the Gotham Police Department, which was renovated just a few months ago.
"Have you arrived yet?"
Mason folded his arms and asked:
"Where are those two **** guys?"
"They were beaten half to death. According to my idea, they should be killed directly, but I think you must keep them because you want them to contribute, so I brought them here."
The old man whispered:
"I'll keep an eye on them."
"It's not just about watching, Thomas, you have to find a way to make them obey, but I don't think it's too difficult for you.
The Amazons and Atlantis are on my side, and although our Queen of War and King of the Seven Seas are blackened, they all have a decent sense of responsibility for their people.
Excluding the bad personal morals of both parties, they are both very attractive and qualified leaders. "
He looked at the old man in front of him who was trying to pretend to be calm, but in fact he could still see the nervousness and anxiety. He said:
"In short, take over the forces of the Assassin Alliance as soon as possible and hide there. I will send people to rebuild the Iceberg Bar, which will be the 'safe area' for our two parties to communicate.
But, Thomas, if you may."
Mason exhorted:
"Please try to 'low-key'."
"I understand, and I know how to keep a low profile."
The old man guarantees that:
"I will not destroy the existing environment you have created, and I will contact you later, Mason, thank you for giving me and Martha a chance to do it again, I"
"Thomas, your dark personality is really not suitable for saying these heartfelt thanks. You know that matching your current expression always makes me feel that you will ask me for a ransom in the next moment."
Mason joked:
"There is no need to say these words, everyone understands everything.
We have fought together under the apocalypse, we have witnessed the end of a world together, we have faced powerful enemies and defeated them, all of this is enough for us to build the most basic trust.
I don't deny that I'm actually using you and Mrs. Martha's guilt and attachment to Bruce to ensure that you two will stand up when my home world is threatened.
So, there is no need to have any psychological pressure, and there is no need to regard this as some kind of 'gift'.
This is what you deserve, and it is also my advance payment.
Go and meet him, old man, he may be going out to watch the night later, and Damian should also rest, it’s okay for children not to go to bed on time.
You, as a grandfather, have to return him safely to Wayne Manor. "
"you are right."
Thomas pressed his hat, and with a fleeting smile on the edge of his well-groomed chin, he said:
"Then, I'll contact you later, Captain Mason."
"唰"
The communicator hung up, Mason stood in his room and blinked.
He is a little curious about what will happen next, but now he can't go back to Gotham to eat melons on the spot.
This made Mason scratch like a cat's paw. A few seconds later, he walked out of the room, sneaked into the next room of the Batgirl like a thief, reached out and knocked on the door, then twisted the handle and walked in.
Then, he was surprised to see that everyone in the entire K team stayed here, even the "non-staff member" Judy was sitting on the sofa eating melon seeds.
In front of this group of people is a projection device being adjusted by Barbara.
A camera hacked into Gotham city surveillance system in another world has been turned on, and from it, it can be seen that the old man and Mrs. Martha are discussing something in the dark alley by the roadside.
"Ha, I already knew you were not a good bird! Come on! Don't miss this."
Zhakang, holding the popcorn bucket, grinned and patted the sofa beside him.
Here's a seat reserved for Mason.
"Boss, come here!"
The flamboyant kite man with a glass of red wine urged:
"Everyone doesn't want to miss the first meeting of the three generations of the old bat, the old bat and the little bat. This is a historic moment.
Barbara is taking over the cameras of the Batcave and Wayne Manor remotely. Maybe we can see the picture of the bat boy crying into Mrs. Martha's arms and calling for his mother!
This is a proper dark history. "
Mason stepped forward and sat next to Kang Zha, the catwoman on the left handed him a glass of orange juice, Kang Kang on the right grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into his hand.
Halley in front of her swayed and leaned back, just sticking to Mr. K's legs. She rubbed against her like a well-behaved kitten.
Halley was probably the only person in the room who wasn't interested in "Wayne's Affair," and she's here tonight purely because Barbara told her Mason was coming.
She just wants to stay with her own cutie, and plan some things that can't pass the trial.
"Well, I think you might be disappointed."
Mason looked at the projection screen that was gradually lighting up in front of him, and he whispered:
"Thomas is not a random person, he will not meet Batboy tonight. But you are right, this is the three generations of the Wayne family
Gosh, it's like a miracle that will never come true. "
"Bruce doesn't need that goddam parental coupon anymore."
The second barrel leaning on the side took a sip of apple juice and said faintly:
"That **** is still out of date! It's so vicious."
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"Ah Choo!"
The old man who walked out of the dark alley in Gotham City suddenly sneezed while standing on the side of the road. The casually dressed revenge knight looked around and moved his body uncomfortably, as if someone was watching him.
"Didi"
A black luxury car slid gracefully onto the side of the road, and stopped next to the old man who was about to wave for a taxi.
Thomas glanced into the driver's seat and found his young grandson sitting there driving, while his ex-wife was sitting in the back seat holding a hand mirror and applying makeup.
"Where did this car come from?"
The old man asked in a bad tone, and Damian, who was holding the steering wheel, shrugged and said:
"I 'borrowed' it, Gotham natives are used to this sort of thing, and of course I know you guys want me to grow up to be a good kid, so I dropped a box of money in the parking lot, enough for him to buy another car.
Get in the car! Thomas. "
The little lunatic with the burning fire of gossip in his eyes urged:
"Bruce is waiting for you, let's go, what's so good about this Gotham City, haven't you stayed there enough for the place like a cesspit?"
"It's not the same here as ours."
The old man opened the car door, sat in the co-pilot, and slid into the traffic as the vehicle started. Looking at the feasting lights outside the window, he said with emotion:
"There is no revenge knight who slaughters criminals here. Bruce has set a bottom line for himself. He knows better than me what to do to maintain the vitality of this city instead of turning it into a cold and vicious grave."
"Hey, are you boasting before we meet?"
Damian pouted unhappily and said:
"I've never seen you praise me so much."
"Boom"
A bank on the side of the road burst into flames. A group of masked robbers shot into the sky and rushed in to rob while the surrounding pedestrians calmly and skillfully evaded.
This scene made the old man sitting in the car shrug his shoulders. He retracted his gaze and closed his eyes, saying:
"Well, in fact, the gap between the two is not that big, this is the same Gotham, you are right, Damian, this is a place like a cesspit.
This is Batman's destiny."
"Stop in front, little Bruce."
Mrs. Martha in the back seat suddenly said:
"Before I go to meet my Bruce, I have to go somewhere."
"Crime Lane ahead?"
Damian froze for a moment, he glanced at the old man, and whispered:
"Do you really want to stop there? Are you sure nothing will happen?"
"Do as your grandma says, Damian."
The old man didn't open his eyes, he leaned on the seat and said:
"We really have to go there, as a farewell to the past...and embrace the new."
(end of this chapter)