The track of dawn in the world of American manga

Chapter 116 68. How to respond when a subordinate tests your identity? It’s quite urgent to wait online.

After dark, the rooftop of Bingshan Bar is quite lively.

The new owner, Charles, is holding a party here to welcome his "distant friends" and introduce the bar's industry and operation model to the incoming "new manager" Jack Sparrow.

Speaking of which, Kite Man has had some bad years since he took over the Iceberg Bar.

Originally, the bar was said to have been renovated and was about to open.

However, just after the renovation was completed, the Assassin's League attacked Gotham, causing the bar to enter a "war-damaged state" again, and now it has to be renovated.

And it just seems unreasonable that Captain Jack, who is new to Team K, has such a powerful talent as "Super Charisma" and doesn't use it properly.

Kite Man had no management or business experience before, and now that he is rich, he plans to take time to file a lawsuit with his ex-wife to fight for the custody of his son. Naturally, he is happy to have a sociable and trustworthy friend to take over and hide behind the scenes.

As for Jack, he and his two female friends are new here and need time to adapt to modern life.

What's more, this is still in the "simple folk customs" of Gotham City. Before officially going on a mission, Mason felt that it was quite appropriate for the three of them to stay at the Iceberg Bar and manage logistics.

Dr. Harley and her best friend Poison Ivy, who had been shopping with these "eighteenth-century friends" for a day today, were each holding a microphone and jumping around singing.

Everyone is happy.

Even Mason, who is not here, is also very relaxed.

While others were enjoying their happiness, Mason was closing the door to the world in an office not far away. He had just sent out the K-Team work report he had written.

As a very large organization that spans countless parallel worlds, the Association of Stars has an independent and mysterious postal system within it that can deliver messages and even items across the world.

But this "organizational benefit" can only be used by the team leader.

After sending the letter, Mason did not go to enjoy himself. He assembled his "new toy" on the spot in the Kite Man's office and took out a large box as high as one person from his suitcase.

On a mechanical stand inside is the "Anti-Superman Armor" that Mason got back from the Batcave.

This thing is in tatters. It is obvious that the master has not repaired it at all since the last "heated exchange" with Da Chao. Its appearance is so miserable that it can be sent directly to the museum.

Most of its functions have been damaged, and only the general integrity is maintained. Even the eyes of the thick black mechanical battle helmet have been torn open with a clear fist mark.

From this scar, you can see how heated the "first meeting" between Batman and Superman was.

Mason first checked the damage of this armor as a whole with the rigor that an engineer should have. After the preliminary inspection, the specific information label of this thing also popped up:

Bat Armor·Anti-Superman Series Prototype

Quality: Epic Engineering/Forged Items·Excellent Craftsmanship

Traits: Severe damage·Super defense·Super brute force·Thruster flight·Ultra-precision combat assistance·Bat fire control system·Lethal weapon slot [empty]

Producer:Bruce Wayne

Item Description: Superman was actually in pain when he was hit by this thing, but he gritted his teeth and refused to say anything.

Tip: The power system and internal suspension system of the armor are relatively complete, and the combat auxiliary and electronic fire control are not damaged. The combat status can be restored after replacing the external armor and reloading the weapons.

Engineering Lv3 is required to operate this armor, and Engineering Lv5 is required to further upgrade the armor.

When he saw this prompt, Mason raised his eyebrows. With his current engineering knowledge, he could already use this suit of armor, but he had to repair it first.

Just looking at the damage, you can tell that this is a big project.

Mason thought for a while and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Amidst the bright lights of Gotham City, he took out the retro flip phone given by Afu, dialed one of the numbers and put it to his ear.

The call was connected after more than ten seconds, and a deep voice sounded from the other side:

"Which one?"

"Mr. Lucius, I am Mason."

Mason wasted no time and said straight to the point:

"I want to discuss a deal with you. It does not involve commercial issues. It is just a communication between two engineers. I need a batch of fire control chips for some kind of smart individual weapons. Your laboratory has enough capabilities to develop them.

out of it.

In fact, all you need to do is modify and downgrade the fire control chip you use on the Batmobile."

"Well, that's quite a request, Mason."

Mr. Lucius Fox on the other side of the phone will be testing the effectiveness of industrial printers in the new secret base that has just been built.

He put the sophisticated earphones in his ears and turned on the recording function. While skillfully operating the complex equipment, he said:

"You are asking me to sell you the most advanced technology of Wayne Industrial Military Division. That thing has not even been put into production. But considering the personal relationship between you and the actual owner of this company, it is not out of the question.

I have not found any peer's individual weapon design that requires the use of such a complex fire control chip, and I am very interested in this.

So I hope we can meet.

What I mean is, I need to see the blueprint in your hand."

"no problem."

Mason nodded and said:

"But I have a small request. You cannot disclose this design drawing to others. Of course, you can use it as an experimental weapon and mount it on the weapon system of the Bat suit.

In fact, in addition to this small fire control chip, I also have some other needs in these high-precision fields. It would be great if we could achieve long-term cooperation between the two engineers.

So be it.

I will go to your home in two hours and bring the drawings and physical objects of the smart pistol I developed. Please also bring what I need."

After reaching an agreement with the other side, Mason returned to his desk, took out some special steel from his bag and started shaping it with magic fire.

The precise shaping after the flame was manipulated to level 2 allowed him to avoid the trouble of using molds, and he could smoothly turn the weak magic ores from another world into parts of some firearms.

Soon three quasar combat guns that lacked fire control chips were assembled by Mason.

He glanced at the engineering proficiency prompt three times, and after discovering that it had not been upgraded, he patiently continued to make this advanced pistol and the matching magic engineering pistol bullets.

Occasionally, I rub a few upgraded flying bombs with my hands to adjust.

After obtaining the blueprints of the Bat Drone from the Batcave, the destructive power and movement mode of Mason's explosive gadget have been effectively improved.

Finally, at the moment when the ninth quasar pistol was assembled, a reminder finally lit up in front of Mason's eyes:

Successfully completed a high-quality and outstanding craftsmanship engineering creation, and the engineering proficiency was increased by X40, currently reaching Lv4.

The advanced branch blueprint of Engineering Bomb is unlocked.

Engineering auxiliary item blueprints are unlocked.

The character trait [Skilled Engineer] is upgraded to [Gunner Engineer: the production speed and finished product quality are improved when making weapons-type engineering artifacts]

A whole stack of drawings instantly popped up on the translucent light screen in front of Mason's eyes, especially those engineering aids that dazzled Mason.

There are also some quite unscientific “black technologies” among them.

Like these two that Mason is looking at carefully

"'World Enlarger and Shrinker' and 'Gravity Well'?"

The young man rubbed his chin and looked at the two things in front of him, which were very unscientific in every sense of the word. He was very interested, but he calmed down after taking a glance at the products, which required the lowest manufacturing level of Engineering Lv5.

He then focused his attention on the Anti-Superman suit in front of him, which was waiting to be transformed and repaired.

The improvement in engineering level suddenly made a very bold idea pop up in his mind. Batman has proven that this anti-Superman suit cannot deal with Super, so it is a failed design.

Maybe you should redesign and make it according to your own needs?

After all, it is the first set of mechanical armor that a 17-year-old young man can get at this stage of his life. There is nothing wrong with wanting to make it more usable and cool, right?

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense, and he began to plan and make a set of drawings.

A few minutes later, Mason put away the nine quasar pistols and a large pile of explosives and bullets he made in front of him, and prepared to go to complete the meeting with Mr. Lucius.

Although my own engineering involves tens of millions of dollars, it is not without its shortcomings.

He has noticed that his knowledge is insufficient in the field of high-tech technology. In fact, just looking at the "World Amplifier" he just unlocked, he knows that this magical knowledge does not conform to the physical laws of this world at all.

It is essentially a kind of "magic technology".

It seems that in terms of chips and electronic systems, I really need to find some foreign "suppliers".

——

While Mason was planning a major upgrade of his weapons and equipment, in the distant Star Castle, Mr. Hunter had just returned to the quaint and quiet office with his sword in hand, but he saw the letters on the table at a glance.

This made the great mentor raise his eyebrows.

There was no need to pretend to be a man in a field that made him feel at ease, so Mr. Hunter took off his cloak and mask.

While shaking her long silver hair, she picked up a handkerchief and wiped the blood stains on her blood-red sword. Judging from the blood drops flowing on the blade, she must have just completed a dangerous hunt.

"Mason Cooper?"

Ms. Hunter picked up the letter on the table and squinted her eyes when she read the signature. She was a little unsure of the reason why this guy wrote the letter, so she opened it and found that it was actually a work report.

It is divided into three parts in a realistic writing style and carefully describes all the actions of Team K in the past month.

Including resource plunder in the Caribbean world and long-term calculations and plans, while also fulfilling the responsibility of monitoring the base world, it faithfully describes the crisis that has occurred in Gotham City and the entire world.

The last part records in detail the contact between Team K and Team Six-Headed Snake.

On the surface there seems to be no problem.

It is a work summary written by a junior employee to his superior. The writing format is very standard, and the wording and sentences are simple and unpretentious. The most rare thing is that the content is detailed and not watery at all.

But who is Ms. Hunter?

Being able to reach the position of one of the three great mentors of the Association of Stars proves that she is not only powerful but also mentally sound. Therefore, after reading it for the first time, she felt that there was something in Mason's report.

After making herself a cup of coffee, taking off her boots and leaning back in the chair to relax, she read the report carefully again.

Especially the second and third parts.

Soon, Ms. Hunter tasted it.

"On the surface, it seems that Shabao, the captain of the six-headed snake team, misjudged information during his cooperation with the local indigenous people, which led to an intelligence leak, which directly led to the annihilation of the four high-level pioneering teams.

But in fact, Mason's report very implicitly pointed out the key role played by Team K."

Ms. Hunter took a sip of the hot, bitter coffee, rubbed her cheeks and thought:

"If you make a bolder guess, you can come to a shocking conclusion. The person who leaked the information was not Sandstorm's indigenous partners, but probably Mason himself.

This little guy ruthlessly and cold-bloodedly sold the four high-level pioneering teams of the Association of Stars to the Justice League of his world, in exchange for which he could enter the circle of the highest level of power in that world.

Especially when he describes in the last part how he helped Sandstorm escape.

It seems that he has cleared away the suspicion, but in fact he is telling me that he has left a "tail" for this matter. So, is this actually asking me for instructions on what to do next?

No!

It’s not just that.”

Ms. Hunter put down her work report.

She reached out and played with the ends of her hair. After thinking for a few seconds, she whispered:

"He is testing me? He wants to confirm my identity through my reply. It seems that he already knows that Old K is not absolutely loyal to the Stars Association.

One more thing.”

She picked up Mason's work report again and carefully read the details of Team K's operations in the Caribbean world. Unsurprisingly, she found important information written in just a few words:

"Team K ran into friends in the Caribbean world?"

Ms. Hunter looked at this line of text, and she roughly understood what Mason wanted to express.

They met Old K's former "friends" in Old K's exclusive development world, and Old K had reported this to himself before going on his last mission.

In other words, Mason already knows about the existence of "Quint Society", and this guy is using this matter to test whether he is a member of the small organization hidden in the Society of Stars.

"Cunning little guy!"

Ms. Hunter snorted.

Annoyed, she crumpled up the work report that was about to fall into her face and threw it into the trash can nearby. She didn't really like dealing with these bastards who had eight hundred ulterior motives in their glances.

But now she has to give Mason a reply.

It's a pity that the rookie didn't know that as a great mentor, the degree of "monitoring" being done to him was far more than that of a C-level personnel like him.

I am far less free than him.

You have to think of a way to stabilize him first.

Ms. Hunter thought about it and finally made a decision. She opened the drawer and took out a piece of letter paper and wrote a few words on it. Then she summoned the courier of the Society of Stars to send the reply.

After doing all this, she didn't take any time off. Since Mason had revealed everything to her, there really should be a solid solution to this matter.

Thinking of the internal trade fair that was about to start, Ms. Hunter quickly made a decision.

She closed her eyes and called her two companions in the soul link, and her tone turned cold and said:

"Swordsman! Several days have passed since the incident, and your subordinates have caused such a big mess and you still haven't given us an explanation? Are you planning to pretend that the losses of twenty-seven B-class personnel never happened?"

"Shut up! I'm checking!"

A slightly irritable woman's voice sounded and said:

"You don't need to intervene."

"You? Investigate? Don't make people laugh."

Mr. Hunter sneered mercilessly:

"Your mind is totally different from the word 'investigation'. I think this matter should be left to the more astute 'warlock' sir to handle."

"No time!"

Another gloomy male voice responded:

"You should know that an important moment is coming, and I can't spare the time to deal with such a trivial matter."

"Is it a small thing to reimburse almost one-fifteenth of the senior staff at once? Although they are all cannon fodder in the hands of Lord Destiny, they should not be wasted like this!"

Mr. Hunter scoffed at this. She took a sip of coffee and said:

"Let's meet, you two. I have found some clues. There is a hidden story behind this matter, and it may involve the issue of traitors.

There is a traitor in our organization!

Again.

It seems like this shit will never stop."

On the other side, when Mason returned to the Iceberg Bar with a box of micro fire control chips satisfied, the first thing he saw was the reply letter placed on his desk.

Signed Mr. Hunter.

His heart suddenly lifted. He didn't expect the guy's reply to be so quick!

Mason picked up the envelope and opened it, feeling quite expectant.

He wanted to know how the mysterious Mr. Hunter should reply to him? Was she his friend? Or was the letter informing the execution team of the upcoming sentencing?

With this thought in mind, Mason looked at the paper.

There was no reply, no confirmation, no threats or scolding.

There is only one word on the huge piece of paper:

"read"

From the light strokes of this word, Mason can even think of the malicious smile on Mr. Hunter's lips when he wrote this word.

She understood and answered Mason's temptation, but she didn't answer it at all.

"grass!"

Mason, who was full of expectations and felt that he had been tricked, tore the letter into pieces and threw it into the sky in anger.

Coded!

I've met my opponent.

This is a high-end game!

(End of chapter)