The track of dawn in the world of American manga

Chapter 104 56. He still has to thank us for this--[3950]

Early the next morning, Mason, who was yawning and with dark circles under his eyes, did not leave the hospital. Instead, he directly washed up, put on a nurse's gown, and started his busy day at the clinic.

The situation was as he expected. After the Assassin's League made a big fuss, the number of injured people in Gotham City increased sharply, which made Dr. Leslie's clinic "boosty" and made Mason's proficiency in first aid skills soar.

As he was about to leave work that afternoon, Mason finally got the reminder he longed for:

Successfully complete the Ultimate Craft·First Aid Trauma Bandaging once, the first aid skill proficiency will be increased by

The trait of [Self-injury First Aider] is changed to [Skilled First Aider: First Aid Craftsmanship completion level will not be lower than 'Excellent' Craftsmanship]

"Hey, you can get off work early today."

When he saw this prompt, Mason's slightly anxious mood was immediately soothed.

He moved his somewhat numb hands, showed a sunny smile to Wendy, the little nurse beside him, and told her to complete the next emergency bandaging.

Wendy, the cute little nurse who has been "studying" with Mason these days, blushed at Mason's handsome smile.

But one thing is for sure, Mason is indeed a good teacher.

Under his words and deeds, the little nurse's first aid skills have also improved. Today, she was even praised by Dr. Leslie who was doing rounds in the ward.

Ten minutes later, Mason, wearing a gray windbreaker and carrying a suitcase, walked out of the clinic. He planned to go back to his small shop to start today's skill practice, and also to see how the two girls who stayed in his shop were doing.

But as soon as he walked out of the clinic, he felt a breeze blowing on his face. The wind made Mason feel slightly cold in the weather that had just rained.

While tightening his clothes, he looked around, and soon saw a homeless man wrapped in tattered clothes waving to him in the corner across the street.

Mason did not go over immediately, but made a vague gesture.

He walked towards Crime Alley with a normal expression. Because the blasting of the second barrel yesterday caused half of the alley to collapse, it would take several months to repair it based on the level of Gotham's municipal government.

But the area around here has been fenced off to prevent anyone from slipping in and getting hurt.

Mason crossed the fence and waited for a few minutes by the ruins of Crime Alley, and then saw the homeless man walking over in a decent manner, pushing his cart and belongings.

"There is Batman surveillance near my shop, you shouldn't show up there!"

Mason was not polite and said very directly:

"Because your unprofessionalism almost exposed both of us."

Faced with his accusation, the homeless man in tattered clothes raised his head, revealing a dark and depressed face.

There are still terrible scars on that cheek.

He looked at the expressionless young man in front of him and thought that the status of the two people talking to each other in Arkham Asylum two days ago was not like this!

At that time, Mason had to be careful and flattering in front of him, but in just two days, the relationship between the two had undergone earth-shaking changes.

What a fucking reality!

The destitute Mr. Sandstorm complained bitterly in his heart.

But now he had to lower his head under the eaves. He could only pull up his tattered clothes and said in a hoarse voice:

"I can't help it, three-headed dog, Mason, I have nowhere to go. Damn Batman has spies all over the city, you have no idea how I got here in the past two days.

It's really a shame to be reduced to grabbing things from a group of homeless people.

But you don’t seem to be surprised by my appearance?

Your team members should have seen with their own eyes the scene where my body was shattered by the Flash?"

"You are a Class B personnel, Mr. Sandstorm."

Mason shook his head and said:

"Although I have only been in the industry for a short time, I also know that every colleague who can grow to B level cannot even have some life-saving skills. But since you are so down now, I guess your team has already."

"No more, all gone."

A trace of loneliness and pain flashed across Mr. Sandstorm's dark face. He clenched his fists and said:

"The biologist I spent countless time and energy to recruit is dead, and the ancient titan I spent almost all my money to buy also had his heart blown out.

My lieutenant Storm chose to sacrifice himself to protect our secret, while my best attacker Hank died at the hands of Superman.

In order to escape for my life, I even exploded the Isu treasure bow that I had obtained by killing a difficult saint in that damn assassin world.

The Six-Headed Serpent Team is not a large war group, we are pioneers taking the elite route, which means that I have lost everything in this world that I could gain a foothold in the Association of Stars."

"But you still have a reserve team."

Mason raised his eyebrows and said:

"I remember you told me before that you were ready to include Damian Wayne in your reserve team. For a senior member like you, the quality of the reserve team should not be bad, right?"

"The bastards in my hometown are really talented, but they need to grow up."

Mr. Sandstorm sighed, leaned against the wall, took out a pack of cigarettes and took out two cigarettes.

He gave one to Mason but was declined. He picked it up without caring, and then saw Mason rub his fingers to create a ball of magic fire and ignite it for himself.

As the smoke rose, he explained to Mason, a newcomer, in an experienced tone:

"The task of pioneering is more difficult than you imagine, Mason. In such a situation, only the brothers and sisters who have been with you along the way are worthy of reliance.

You must understand that our organization has very cruel competition rules.

There is no mandatory relationship between the team members and the captain, which means that once your team members have bad intentions, if you are not sharp enough, you will probably be ruined by your own people.

This kind of story is updated three or four times a month in the tavern in Star Castle.

So for newcomers like you, don't be busy recruiting good players in various worlds, and understand the limits of your own abilities.

Dangerous individuals who cannot control themselves can take advantage of them, but they must not be trusted.

This is why I came to you for help."

He blew out smoke and said to Mason:

"I need to borrow your world gate to return to my base world, where I can lick my wounds and prepare for a comeback."

"Of course, this is a piece of cake. We should help each other."

Mason grinned.

He said:

"But my World Gate does not have the coordinates of your base world, and the number of coordinates that the World Gate can record is limited. Mine has recorded four worlds, and only two spaces are left.

Team K will have another forced development mission in a month."

"I know what you mean, Mason."

Mr. Sandstorm shrugged and said:

"If you want reward, be direct and don't be so hypocritical and beat around the bush. Don't worry, although my team is finished, I still have something to treasure, and I won't let your help go in vain.

You take the shooter route, right?

So this thing may satisfy you."

He took something out of his cart full of garbage and threw it to Mason. The young man took it in his hand and looked at it, and found that it was a precise firearms blueprint.

Hyperrealistic firearms drawings·Technological pistols·DR12 "Quasar"

Quality: Depends on the craftsmanship of the producer, the lowest quality is [Excellent], the highest quality is [Legendary]

Traits: Charged weapons·Bullet adaptation·Super high rate of fire·Deadly precision·Additional technology chip slots

Item description: This thing is everywhere in a place called "Night City".

The configuration of this drawing made Mason's eyes light up.

Although it is a pistol, the appearance of this firearm clearly belongs to the "fantasy" style. Its most unique feature is its drum-type design, which is coupled into the rear of the gun body to form a triangular handle.

The overall style is exactly the kind of industrial simplicity that Mason likes best. The most important thing is that he has also been to the "Night City", albeit in another way.

It's really nice to see familiar things again after being reborn.

"This thing is good."

Mason marveled:

"Is it your trophy?"

"Well, it's the 'dividend' that the 'Afterlife' team and I got from the cooperative mission in a world. What do you say about that world? It's glamorous on the outside but rotten in reality. It's not a pleasant place."

Mr. Sandstorm observed Mason's expression, and he was relieved when he saw the young man smile.

As the captain of a team that had just been destroyed, Mr. Sandstorm also encountered the same predicament as Old K.

Even worse than old K.

When Old K was at his most depressed, at least he still had a powerful assassin's blade for self-defense.

He has nothing left.

If Mason Lion opens his mouth, Mr. Sandstorm will probably be in a difficult situation of borrowing money to survive.

"I'm very interested in these super-tech products."

Mason put away the drawings and asked:

"Can you give me the coordinates of the world where such a weapon can be designed?"

"I'd rather give it to you, Mason."

Mr. Sandstorm shook his head and said:

"But it's over. If you're interested, I can help you contact the captain of the 'Afterlife' team after I go back. That world was their base world.

Maybe they will have something similar in their hands.

Oh, by the way, they are also the team directly under Mr. Hunter, maybe you will get to know each other soon."

"Okay."

Mason was a little disappointed, but didn't say anything more.

He released his flying motorcycle, threw the invisibility cloak to Mr. Sandstorm and motioned for him to get on the car.

The two quickly flew high in the sky and reached the top of the Iceberg Bar, which had not yet been re-accepted. Along the way, Mr. Sandstorm and Mason shared many experiences as captains.

To sum up, there are 108 ways to battle wits and courage with team members who have ulterior motives.

Mason's balls ached when he heard this, and he felt in his heart that if Mr. Sandstorm was born in another country, he would definitely be a good player in palace fighting.

But when he landed on the top floor of the Iceberg Bar, he finally couldn't help but ask:

"About our tattoos"

"Shh!"

As soon as this question was raised, he was immediately glared at by Mr. Sandstorm, and he scolded:

"This is a topic that cannot be discussed, Mason! You are a newcomer so you don't understand this taboo, but no matter where you are in the future, you must not discuss this issue with your colleagues.

Not everyone knows the truth about this tattoo like you and I do."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and a ball of sand surrounded his hands. He looked at Mason with a meaningful look and said:

"I just saw your flame. It seems that you are also a person with 'talent'. Although everyone has that tattoo, only those who can discover the deep power are senior members of the Star Club.

Keep this in mind.

The Club of the Stars is not a good place to hold hands and sing hymns. For the sake of the good relationship between the two of us, I have to remind you, Mason, that the use of this power is not free.

When it pays attention to you, you have to 'please' it."

"Huh? Pay attention to me? Still have to please?"

At this moment, Mason had ten thousand question marks in his mind.

He didn't feel that he was being noticed, and he never had a premonition of the price he would have to pay when using Magic Fire. This was probably due to the help of the mysterious character card.

"Besides, serving Mr. Hunter is not a good choice. That guy is notoriously crazy."

Mr. Sandstorm saw Mason opening the compartment to reveal the door to Team K's world. He finally felt relieved. In a relaxed tone, he said to Mason:

"There are five pioneer teams directly under each Grand Master. The teams directly under Mr. Hunter change frequently, and almost every operation will suffer losses.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that Mr. Hunter is always willing to explore those hard-core worlds.

But if possible, Mason, you'd better find another job. The 'Swordsman' where I am is a good superior.

If you are interested, I can help you find connections.

Of course, you have to bear the cost of the connections."

"Let's talk about it, let's talk about it."

Mason waved his hand, disapproving of this suggestion.

What kind of superior can the Stars have?

What a joke!

"Take out your captain card."

Mr. Sandstorm pinched his fingers and produced a silver captain's card.

He said something to Mason. The young man suddenly hesitated when he took out his bronze card and said:

"I feel a bit shortchanged. I just lost a world coordinate with infinite possibilities."

"Code!"

Mr. Sandstorm cursed in his mind.

What he feared most happened.

Although the rookie in front of me is no good, as a pioneer captain, he has a lot of bad habits. He learned how to pluck his hair at a young age!

The worst thing is that now that I am so down and out, I can only let him control me.

So annoying!

"Haha, how can it make you lose money? Look at what you said."

Mr. Sandstorm said with a smile on his face:

"When I go back to my vassal base world, I will definitely get you better things. I am your senior big brother, how can I disappoint the junior newcomers?

don’t worry.

If you have time to visit my vassal world, I will certainly entertain you warmly.

Or should I take you to the world of assassins, which is rich in all kinds of good things? I can also buy you a few pieces of Isu armor and the like for self-defense."

"I'm busy dealing with the first mandatory mission, so I don't have time to play."

Mason also said with a sad face:

"As you said, as Mr. Hunter's direct team, I probably won't survive the first mission. Alas, it's really frustrating to not have something good to defend yourself from.

I wonder if there will be any kind-hearted people who can help me?"

The two people stood in front of the gate of the world and fell into silence at the same time.

Mr. Sandstorm had a deathly expression on his dark face. Under Mason's expectant gaze, he gritted his teeth and took out another drawing from his pocket and handed it over.

explain:

"That's almost enough, Mason. This time the four pioneering teams were completely wiped out in this world, and twenty-seven of the B-class personnel died! You still don't understand the value of this matter.

But I think instead of spending time blackmailing me, you should seize the time to prepare for the questioning."

"That's what you advised!"

Mason took the drawing and with a serious face stuck his captain on the door of the world and swiped it. Then Mr. Sandstorm also stuck his captain on the door and swiped it.

A fifth scale immediately appeared on the brass handle that originally had four scales.

Mr. Sandstorm, who was blackmailed, didn't want to say anything.

He twisted the handle and inserted the energy stone to open the door. He threw Mason a mobile phone for communication and jumped in. Mason watched him leave. The moment the door to the world closed, he looked at the drawing in his hand.

To be precise, this is the recipe:

Green Goblin's Super Serum

Quality: Depends on the alchemical craftsmanship of the maker.

Item effect: After injecting the serum according to the standard procedure, the injector will gain super strength, super speed, super endurance, super reaction and a certain degree of self-healing power.

This serum requires long-term injection or it will lose its ability.

The serum has serious side effects that can cause mental disorders in users, and a second personality can be born after multiple injections.

Producer:Norman Osborne

Item description: If you are lonely, please take this serum, provided that you can accept that your second personality has a high probability of being smarter and more charming than you.

"This is to trick me."

Mason looked at the drawings and sneered and said:

"What a Mr. Sandstorm, I was almost fooled by you. You are so insincere in making friends, you deserve to be destroyed."

(End of chapter)