Chapter 39 39. If you make a mistake, immediately make a louder voice to cover it up (sure)
"Boss, that hunter left this for us."
When Mason was about to leave the Iceberg Bar to go to work, the kite man found him and showed him something. The young man frowned as he took the document in Charles's hand and flipped through it.
This is a complete set of industrial ownership documents for the Iceberg Bar. With this, Mason and Kiteman can legally prove their ownership of the Iceberg Bar.
The most outrageous thing is that Gotham's official notarization stamp has been stamped on the asset transfer documents. Combined with Mr. Hunter's statement just now that he went around Gotham City, perhaps these documents are the purpose of his going out.
"In order to show his unfathomable? Or is it a showdown?"
Mason looked at the document in his hand, then looked at Charles again, and said:
"What else did he say?"
"He said that this bar looks very imposing and that No Man's Land is suitable to be our base of activities in this world, so he helped us get this as a 'congratulation' for the successful reorganization of the K team."
The kite man also looked serious.
He also knew that this "gift" was hot.
"Boss, do we want it?"
He asked a question.
"Yes! Why not?"
Mason flipped through the documents and took out a pen, saying:
"If we refuse again, it will appear that we are guilty. He must have found out what happened in this city in the past period of time, and perhaps he is using this method to remind us not to struggle needlessly.
But it is really troublesome to take this thing, and other forces in the city will definitely find a way to **** it. "
"I said that too."
The kite man sighed and said helplessly:
"But Mr. Hunter told me that a pioneer team that can't even balance the local forces is not a qualified member that the stars would want to see."
"Well, it does, but it's not my problem."
Mason nodded seriously, wrote a name on the signature of the asset transfer document, slapped the document on the kite man's chest, and said:
"Now it's your trouble! Lord Charles Brown, the owner of the Iceberg Bar, congratulations on going from a third-tier villain living in a junk apartment to a millionaire owning a property overnight."
The kite man opened his eyes wide and looked at the document. His name was written on the document, which meant that he had become the owner of this new property.
Mason strode into the elevator without giving his little brother any time to react. Amid the crisp sound of the elevator car closing and descending, the young man sighed helplessly and rubbed his forehead.
He whispered:
"I really didn't expect that I would return to this ghost place in this way. Then why did I desperately break away from the Penguin Gang?
After wandering around in the wind and dust, I actually turned TM back.
Fate is really wonderful. "
"Ding"
The elevator opened, and Mason walked out of the first floor and remembered the scene when he was reborn.
A week ago, he could only be a janitor outside this magnificent place, but now, this building even the land and the 800-meter underground area belong to him.
Mason curled his lips, took out the Penguin's armed umbrella and leaned it in his hand, and strode away from the building.
When he walked down the steps, he looked back at the Iceberg Bar behind him.
I have to say that Penguin has a unique vision for doing business. Although this store is not in the busiest neighborhood of Gotham, its location happens to be the border area of major gangsters.
Occupying here can effectively integrate the gray resources in the city, coupled with the terrifying contacts cultivated by the Penguin in the city for nearly 30 years, such a bar can be said to be making money every day.
At this moment, Mason suddenly had a realization in his heart.
The act of giving away an expensive building casually, which seems to show off his wealth, is probably Mr. Hunter reminding him to change his mentality.
After all, for an organization like the Stars Club that spans countless parallel worlds, things like money and wealth in a certain world are probably equivalent to "quest props".
"These great people really have eight hundred eyes in one eye."
The young man complained.
I reached out and stopped a taxi and arrived at Gordon's House ten minutes later. I also bought three pizzas, a bottle of wine, some fruits and a bouquet of flowers as gifts along the way.
He knocked on the door and saw Barbara and sent flowers, which made the gentle big sister smile immediately.
Director Gordon was taking care of his old brother in the hospital last night. He just woke up now. It happened that Mason brought food over and settled for breakfast.
But when Barbara was cutting fruit in the kitchen, the watch on her wrist suddenly vibrated, causing the former Batgirl to put down the fruit knife and take a look in surprise, only to find that it was a message from Batman.
She put the fruit plate on the table and went back to the room to pick up the special earphones and put them on. After the communication was connected, Batman's deep voice sounded:
"Barbara, where is Mason?"
"right."
She asked, and Batman asked again:
"How long has he been around?"
"About fifteen minutes."
Barbara felt a little strange now.
Sitting in a wheelchair, she glanced outside the door and found that her father had just downed a large glass of wine in one gulp amidst Mason's applause. The young girl couldn't bear to look directly at that "chic" attitude.
She sighed and said:
"He came to my house for dinner as agreed, Gordon is very happy, what happened?"
"It's just a routine inquiry, remember to hand over the bat phone to him."
Batman gave a warning, and hung up the communication in a brief tone, making Barbara Gordon raise an eyebrow. It seems that Batman really cares about Mason very much.
She had never seen this man take the initiative to call and exhort such a trivial matter before.
But what Barbara doesn't know is that things are not going well for Batman.
The night knight in Gotham rarely appeared during the day, and they still acted together with Nightwing.
On the remote road near the Arkham Asylum on the outskirts of Gotham City, the bat-fighter controlled by Afu hovered in the air to provide fire support to the ground, while the master and the young master cooperated with each other to attack the man in front of him with some kind of electromagnetic heavy weapon. Fierce giant monster.
The zombified three-headed dog that suddenly appeared ten minutes ago was roaring and running wildly on the road. This crazy monster opened its **** mouth and bit the master who was swinging in the air.
Batman stared closely at the back of the three-headed dog, where stood a mysterious man holding a scarlet saber.
"It seems that the plague of zombies in Black Gate Prison has nothing to do with Mason, at least not directly."
The master looked at the alienated monster exuding a rancid smell in front of him, and came to a preliminary conclusion in his heart. The mysterious man driving the three-headed dog in front of him was undoubtedly the most suspicious.
"Arkham Asylum gathers a large number of evil and crazy souls, and I can already smell the delicious smell of corruption."
The mysterious man shouted sharply:
"Get out of the way! Batman, you haven't settled with you for destroying my house and taking away my well-cultivated 'white mouse'. Are you so eager for death?"
"Are you that dark wizard?"
Batman froze for a moment, then immediately reacted.
While the bat-fighter above his head kept pouring firepower to suppress the three-headed dog, the master grabbed three bat darts and threw them at the mysterious man.
This enhanced Batarang brought a dazzling electric current in the air, and the attack special effects were extremely cool, but it didn't hit anything.
The mysterious man disappeared in place strangely.
At the same time, the Bat fighter hovering at least 300 meters in mid-air seemed to be swept through the engine by an invisible blade, and slanted towards the nearby forest in a violent explosion and fire.
And the master crossed his arms to block in the air at the moment when he had a premonition of a fatal crisis, but amidst the piercing sound of metal cutting, the scarlet straight-blade war knife turned into a stream of light and disappeared in front of Batman's eyes, followed by a fierce kick in the air. Also kicks Batman from the air to the ground.
The master rolled and fell to the ground.
The fighting gauntlets of both hands cracked silently, and a clear scratch was cut from the chest to the waist and abdomen of the black armor.
The other party seems to be teasing him.
This knife almost cut off his skin, destroying the battle suit but not causing any harm to the body.
"Dark wizard? Do you think I'm such a low-level thing?"
The mysterious man returned to the back of the three-headed dog, sneered and turned his wrist to make a sword.
He said sarcastically:
"What a dark knight who committed the crime of arrogance, but I have no intention of opposing a "chosen one" who has escaped death several times, Batman, fate is on your side.
For now.
Now, get out of the way!
Just like the sinful souls in Blackgate Prison, taking the souls from Arkham Asylum is good for the city you guard, and it will be the last thing I take in Gotham.
If you don't move out of the way, the next knife will not be so gentle. "
While speaking, the mysterious man disappeared and reappeared in the same place again, kicking the young master who was sneaking behind him more than ten meters away in the afterimage of a shaking body.
He put up a fighting posture to block the howling zombie three-headed dog, like a praying man holding a chariot, and the mysterious man sneered and drove the giant beast forward.
At the moment when Batman was about to be crushed, a stream of blue light several times the speed of sound fell from the sky. While splashing dust all over the sky, he swung a punch, knocking back the three-headed dog in front of him and crushing the big head in the middle.
The dust splashed like a ring, and the master whispered to the helpers:
"It took you two full minutes to get here from Kansas?"
"I was teaching my son to milk a cow just now, and it will take time to find a reason to slip away."
The man replied:
"And you can't even last two minutes? You are really old."
"Superman!"
Standing in front of the zombie three-headed dog whose whole body was almost torn apart by a punch, the mysterious man glanced at the tall man standing in front of Batman with extreme fear.
The latter was suspended in the air a few centimeters above the ground, and the heat rays from his eyes were ready to go.
The mysterious man did not pester him any more.
He seemed to know how powerful this man was, and he took a step back and disappeared on the ravaged and unsightly road like entering a stream of water, disappearing together with the broken three-headed dog.
The deadly and exciting battlefield just now quieted down.
The eyes of Superman who came to support him cooled down, and he fell to the ground in his battle suit. In the swing of the red cape, he frowned and looked at Batman whose armor was cut open, and said:
"What about those weapons you've been hiding? Why don't you use them and call me instead? That's not your style."
"I don't have a weapon against this particular enemy."
The master looked at the messy ground, and replied briefly:
"If you can't kill with one blow, you can't expose your hole cards casually. Being found out about your strength will only reduce your deterrence. Calling you to implement 'intimidation tactics' is the most appropriate choice.
Have you seen his true face? "
"No."
Superman rubbed his eyes and said:
"It's the kind of magic I hate the most. It's like being filled with lead so I can't see anything. I know Gotham is a magical place, but when did this kind of ruthless character come again?"
The master shook his head and didn't answer again.
He squatted on the ground and collected the remaining flesh and broken teeth of the three-headed dog, then got up and said quietly:
"So next time I should call the more useful Diana directly?"
"Or Barry."
Superman didn't care about his old friend's insinuation, he said frankly:
"That's a very fast guy, and it's good to overwhelm him with more speed. Barry has been a little restless lately, and he said that the speed force is changing to elusive.
Maybe it’s the one we’ve been paying attention to.”
"Hush!"
Master made a silence and said:
"These things will be discussed in the watchtower."
"Do you really need me to stay here to help?"
Superman shrugged, levitated and asked:
"I can help you with super hearing."
"Your son is on an 'adventure'."
Master clicked on the monitoring device on the bracelet, and said faintly:
"He's about to find those things you hid under the barn on the farm."
"goodbye!"
Superman's expression changed.
flew into the sky with a whoosh and disappeared.
"Alfred, have you recorded the battle just now?"
Batman activated the communication and asked, and the reliable old butler immediately replied:
"The enemy's combat mode has been analyzed, but the available data is too little to formulate targeted tactics, and the tracker you threw on him has also been destroyed.
Master, your acting skills have regressed, you should have persisted in fighting for a while just now.
A new enemy has been created, code-named 'Three-Headed Dog'. Now that it has been determined that this guy is the source of the zombie problem, does Mason need to continue to observe? "
"Decreased priority, but continued observation."
Batman entered the Batmobile with Nightwing who was kicked unconscious, and he said:
"I'm still curious about what Mason is hiding."
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Gordon House, Mason helped the drunk Gordon back to the room, and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Not surprisingly, he found that Mr. Hunter was already waiting for him there.
The masquerading lord holds a sabotaged tracker between his fingers.
He threw the voodoo birdcage to Mason, and the three-headed dog Maomao inside was miserable but was recovering slowly under the effect of the resurrection stone fragments.
"Next time you ask me to read those shameful lines, I will give you a knife."
Mr. Hunter said quietly:
"But Batman is really interesting, and I still have time to analyze my combat mode in the first battle.
If my team wasn't full, I'd really like to invite him to my side. He's definitely the all-around teammate that any world explorer craves.
Mason, after you become stronger, you can try to win him over.
As for Superman, forget it.
That guy is too dangerous, you can't control it. "
"Thank you for your generous assistance, Lord Hunter, you have really helped me a lot."
Mason sincerely thanks to:
"Although my favor may not be worth much, I must admit that I owe you once."
"Then try to make your favor worthwhile, maybe it will become a surprise in the future."
Mr. Hunter waved his hand and flicked behind him, a revolving door like a sea of stars jumped out, he turned and walked into it, and disappeared while the cloak was swaying.
Mason let out a long breath in the quiet kitchen.
Finally, I can relax for a while.
"Mason!"
Barbara’s voice sounded outside the kitchen. The girl in the wheelchair approached with a laptop. She pushed the black-rimmed glasses on her face and said to the young man who was washing the dishes:
"I have screened some very good jobs for you, do you want to take a look?"
"Thanks, Barbara, but I already found the job I wanted and asked my friend to send me a resume."
Mason said with a smile:
"Maybe there will be a reply tomorrow."
"Really? Then I wish you a smooth interview."
Barbara laughed, took out a black mobile phone from her pocket and threw it to him, saying:
"Although you don't want to be Robin, Batman still gave you a gift, the latest Batphone, you can temporarily connect to the Batnet by activating the safe mode.
Me and Grayson, and Tim and Gordon are all in there.
Batman's private contact is also on the emergency dial.
But don’t make harassing calls if you have nothing to do.
Be careful that he blocks your account.
Dad said that you are very interested in technology products, but I advise you not to take it apart casually. "
The girl shrugged and said:
"Don't do the stupid thing Tim did, I promise you won't take it apart and there won't be more than ten people in the world who can put it back together."
"Yeah?"
Mason wipes his hands.
Picking up the bat phone in his hand and looking it around in front of his eyes, he was 100% sure that there were at least two positioning devices hidden in it, then rubbed his chin and said:
"Maybe it will be eleven soon."
(end of this chapter)