The track of dawn in the world of American manga

Chapter 30 30. Frostmourne, hungry. Uh, I went to the wrong set, Sorry

In the hiding place of Pier 7, Catwoman leaned against the wall, grabbing her cat-tail whip and twirling it around.

She looked at Mason. This young man was still messing around with his little things in a small area, but this time he was no longer making potions, but dealing with parts of some electronic products.

There is also Penguin's umbrella in his hand.

But the thing was so badly damaged that it looked like Mason was trying to repair it.

In the corner of the hiding place, Kite Man was holding a record board, recording in detail the expression and body changes of the gangster brother who was tied to the chair in front of him.

The latter has been fed six different potions in the past four hours.

The man was still alive at this moment, but the left half of his face was covered with terrible rashes, the right half of his face was a weird purple-red color, and his whole body was still twitching and shaking.

The painful look made Catwoman feel that this was a kind of torture.

"The information has been shared with the group of bat cubs. They are discussing the action plan in the Batcave. Grayson hopes that we can act with them. Apparently, the first-generation Robin is quite satisfied with your performance."

Selena glanced at the messages on her phone and said to Mason:

"So, what's your answer?"

"How to act together?"

Mason, who was trying to install Count Vertigo's intracranial disruptor into the Penguin's armed umbrella, raised his head and said to Catwoman:

"Based on the current information, a group of people are needed at Blackgate Prison, a group of people are also needed at the secret location where the Assassin League stores weapons, and some people must be left behind for logistics and intelligence support.

Counting the first-generation Robin Dick Grayson and the third-generation Robin Tim Drake, you, me and Charles are only five people. Even if we include Commissioner Gordon and Barbara who is in a wheelchair, our numbers are still seriously insufficient.

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In this case, we still need to divide our troops. I can only say that Young Master Bat has made this simple."

"What do you mean?"

Catwoman nodded.

She also felt that Grayson's proposal was a bit whimsical.

If Batman is okay here, that cold and omnipotent man can be on one side alone, and it's perfectly fine for others to go to the other side.

But Batman isn't here now.

"What I mean is that you and the Bat Family work together to destroy the weapons warehouses of those brave enough to arm the prisoners in advance. There must be many people from the Assassin Alliance guarding there. It won't work if there are fewer people."

Mason carefully dismantled the ring-shaped mechanical box of the Penguin Umbrella in front of his eyes. He used the components on the light screen to scan to analyze the structure of this thing, and then said with two minds:

"Charles and I sneaked into Blackgate Prison, where we tried to delay their robbery as much as possible. As long as you move fast enough, you can come in time to support us.

These two things don't necessarily have to happen at the same time.

As long as we wait until Batman's magic weapon descends from the sky and returns to Gotham, we will win more than half of the battle. Maybe he will bring back helpers?"

The young man moved his fingers and began to disassemble the components of the mechanical box, saying:

"Like that Superman or something."

"This is a good idea, but why do I feel like you don't want me to be a team with you?"

Catwoman said suspiciously:

"Do you and your followers have any other dirty secrets? I thought we were already in the same group."

"You think too much."

Mason said without raising his head:

"It's just because the invisibility cloak is so big that it can hide up to two people, so I can only operate in pairs."

"Then the two of us can definitely be a team."

Catwoman squinted her eyes and said:

"What? You, a 17-year-old kid, would rather act with an old man than let me protect you?"

"Are you serious? Ms. Selena."

Before Mason could speak, the Kite Man shuddered and raised his hand and said:

"Do you really think it's the right choice for me, a third-tier villain, to work with the sons of the Bat Family? They were all taught by Batman, and they are very ruthless.

I broke three ribs the last time I met Nightwing, and I don't want to try it again."

"You see, this is the best way to group."

Mason added quietly:

"And I think that in the absence of the children's father, you, the 'adoptive mother', should shoulder the responsibility of taking care of the children."

"What you said makes sense and I can't refute it, but you'd better stop making bad 'adoptive mother' jokes. I'm still young!"

Catwoman was choked and speechless. She rolled her eyes and said:

"I'll tell the Batcave about this idea first, and I'll give you a reply later."

After saying that, Ms. Selena walked out of the hiding place with her long legs that were even more amazing under the tights. When the Kite Man saw her leaving, he wanted to speak, but Mason reached out to stop him.

The young man stood up and walked to where Catwoman had been leaning and searched the wall carefully. After a few seconds, two bat-shaped monitors were taken out from the gap.

He shook his head and put the thing into his pocket, and then said to the kite man:

"When you come into contact with people from the Bat Family, you must be careful with at least three eyes. They have all learned bad things from Batman, and all of them have hopeless snooping and surveillance habits."

"Oh, I learned it."

Kite Man rubbed his head, feeling that it was no wonder he couldn't make it in Gotham. Looking at the minds of these first-line characters, and then looking at himself, he couldn't help but feel sad.

"Boss, do you really want to cooperate with the Bat Family?"

Charles asked softly:

"I don't think this is reliable.

Everyone in this city knows that Batman and his Robin don't kill people, but the other party won't hesitate to do it. The Joker used this to bully them back then.

If they fail, Batman will cover it up, but we don't.

We are not from their group."

"Cooperation is necessary. We only have two people, and we need them to attract some attention."

Mason touched the suitcase in his hand and whispered:

"But we don't have to tie our hands, I mean, we have to get this done before Batman comes back!

I've had enough of being hunted every day when I go out, and I plan to take this opportunity to wipe out most of the forces of the Penguin and the League of Assassins in the city.

Just when they broke free the prisoners and the Penguin, just when they gathered together."

"But we don't have the kind of weapons that can kill them all!"

The kite man spread his hands and said:

"Our two strength values ​​are not high enough. Unless we resurrect old K, I think that old guy will be able to kill all those guys easily with two swords."

"Who said we didn't?"

Mason smiled, patted the suitcase, looked at the Kite Man, and said:

"How did old K die?"

"Given by a monster. Ah, I understand!"

Charles nodded instantly.

He also looked at the suitcase in Mason's hand. If he remembered correctly, his boss brought back three zombie monsters from the ruins of the wizarding world.

But then, the kite man said with some worry:

"Will it spread? This thing is so scary. Once it gets out of control, the whole Gotham will be over."

"Have some confidence in your world, Charles."

Mason returned to the temporary workbench and continued to assemble the Penguin's armed umbrella. He said casually:

"As long as Batman comes back, everything will be over. Have faith in that man. He is deeper, more powerful, and more terrifying than you see."

"It seems that I have to prepare in advance."

Kite Man also made up his mind. He sat opposite Mason, took out a half-finished flight backpack from the travel backpack that Mason returned, and said to the young man:

"I have changed its design idea, but there are still a few problems that have not been solved. Boss, please help me take a look. And this magic coat, I plan to modify it into a flight suit."

Charles took out Hagrid's moleskin coat rolled up and said:

"This thing is much better than any bulletproof vest, but I can't find a suitable tailor. Yesterday I showed it to a friend, and he said that this kind of leather is difficult to cut with ordinary knives, let alone redesign the shape.

Already."

"You make do with it first."

Mason also said in an awkward tone:

"I'm a bit pressed for time now and can't spare the energy to do tailoring. After this incident is over, I'll do some research and try to get your flight suit finished before someone from the Stars Club comes to contact us.

As for cutting, you can ask Catwoman to cut off part of Sujie Eagle so that you can wear it properly.

And, here’s this gun for you.”

He took out a crit shotgun and two crit double-barreled hand cannons from the suitcase and handed them to the Kite Man, and introduced:

"I practiced making it before. Although it is a hand-made black gun, it is definitely much better than the stuff on the assembly line. If you need anything else, just tell me."

"I want those explosives, flight engineering bombs! Boss."

Grinning, the Kite Man took the gun and carried it behind his back, then gestured to Mason and said:

"That thing is very exciting. I fell in love with it after I used it last time. Especially the swarm bombing is so cool."

"for you."

With a wave of his hand, Mason threw out more than thirty newly assembled flight engineering bombs from the suitcase, and gave a control tablet to the kite man.

Satisfied, the latter turned around and left the hiding place to find Catwoman to borrow a sword to cut clothes. Ten seconds later, a furious Catwoman rushed back with the roll of moleskin coat and screamed at Mason:

"You prodigal bat cub! Do you know how rare this kind of top-quality fur is? Sister, I have never seen such good quality fur in all my years in Gotham, and you actually want to cut it open!"

"Those clothes are for half-giants."

Mason said without raising his head:

"After cutting it to make a flight suit for Charles, the leftovers are enough to make another coat for you, who is petite. I can even do it for you for free without charging for the craftsmanship.

I just need some time and a coat pattern from you."

"So, sister, I still need to share a piece of tattered clothes that I don't know where it came from with a stinky man? How can I accept this injustice when I have such a rich boyfriend in my hand?"

Catwoman was even more angry.

She snorted, took out Su Jie's Eagle, and with a few swipes, she cut open the excellent fur, put her hands on her hips and said:

"I don't care! I'll buy something better another day."

It was dusk the next day, two hours before the action started.

In the back of the pier shrouded in the approaching night light, the cool Batmobile drove at a high speed, and then made a dashing stop and turn on Pier 7, which had a rather lonely and desolate atmosphere.

As the black cabin opened, Grayson, the eldest boy wearing a bat suit, jumped out.

At a glance, he saw Mason in front of him, who was wearing a slim-fitting gray windbreaker, a gentleman's hat, and holding a black penguin umbrella in his left hand, and behind him, Charles, the kite man who was dressed like a successful person and was carrying a retro suitcase.

Next to them is Catwoman who is fully prepared for battle. In addition to her usual cat tail whip and combat belt, Catwoman also carries a sword on her back.

Grayson is all too familiar with that broken sword that can blind people's eyes.

"Can you two do it?"

Nightwing walked up to the three of them and asked Mason in Batman's tone.

Mason, who had been cultivating all night to improve his proficiency in alchemy and engineering, pulled up the brim of his hat and poured the blue primary vitality potion into his mouth.

He put the slender crystal bottle back into his pocket, stretched his body and said:

"It's okay to use the invisibility cloak to delay time, but you'd better hurry up. Will Director Gordon also join the operation?"

"I can't help it, I can't help it."

The eldest young man sighed and said:

"He said it was his duty as a Gotham police officer, so he rushed to Blackgate Prison with SWAT.

We can't move the Penguin ahead of time. If he gets hijacked midway, it will be more of a loss than the gain. This city is simply full of assassins from the League of Assassins.

This is for you."

Nightwing took out two pairs of specially customized phone headsets and said to Mason and Kite Man:

"Barbara will serve as our intelligence support and communicate the battlefield situation at any time. If we can't stand it any longer, we can call the Bat fighter for support."

"Or a non-lethal weapon?"

mason said:

"There is no 'no killing rule' in this situation, right?"

"Yeah, it's time now, don't worry about it anymore! Facing a group of murderous lunatics, you need a stronger deterrent."

The kite man also gave some advice.

"These are the rules that bind us and make us, hinder us and protect us, Mason."

The young master said seriously:

"He set an example for us and drew a line that we must not cross. Once the identities of 'protector' and 'killer' are confused, it is the beginning of the degeneration of will.

No one can resist the temptation to use violence to solve a problem once and for all, so the best way to fight it is to draw a clear line with it in the first place.”

"Tsk, tsk, the bat cub imitated the old bat and started talking in a long way. There is nothing new in the clichés."

Catwoman is very impatient with this.

She swayed her waist and waved her hands towards the Batmobile, jumped into the driver's seat deftly, blew a passionate kiss to Mason, and said:

"Be careful, little one. My sister will go over there to rescue you after she's done with it."

After saying that, this wild and rebellious beautiful cat stepped on the accelerator and drove the violent Batmobile out of the dock like a roaring beast with a control level more exquisite than that of the Bat.

Nightwing shook his head, fired his grapple gun and flew into the sky in pursuit of the Batmobile.

Mason watched them leave and lightly snapped his fingers.

The kite man behind him opened his suitcase and pressed the button of the Traceless Extension Spell, and the blue flying motorcycle appeared in front of the two of them with a whoosh.

The young man inserted the key, turned on the engine and threw the rocket-shaped body of the car.

The Kite Man jumped in holding the suitcase as if he were holding a nuclear bomb box. Mason twisted the handlebars to let the blue retro classic move forward smoothly and then fly into the clouds three seconds later.

The kite man in the cart grinned and said while "changing his clothes":

"Speaking of which, boss, we should probably give ourselves a more powerful name. For example, our gang should be called the 'Kite Gang' or something."

"A gang of two?"

Mason sneered:

"If I say this, my colleagues in Gotham will laugh out loud. Besides, I have left the gang, and don't we have a name? K-Team

That actually sounds pretty good, right?

Charles, you probably didn’t feed Mag, Yaya and Maomao today, right?”

Mason, who was wearing flying glasses, asked.

The kite man who carried the jetpack shrugged, patted the box maliciously, and said with a grin:

"Of course not, boss, as you ordered, Mason Cooper's death beasts are hungry now. They are very hungry."

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On the other side, in the Batmobile that was traveling at high speed, Nightwing, who had finally landed in the co-pilot, had not yet breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Catwoman, the main driver, suddenly say:

"I changed my mind! You bat cubs who were personally trained by him can handle that place! I won't go. I'm more worried about my little brother Mason than you unpleasant guys."

After saying that, she pressed a hidden button on the Batmobile's steering wheel.

With a clicking sound, the front cover of the tank-like Batmobile popped open, ejecting the driver's seat and Catwoman together. When the precise module flipped in the air and landed, it had formed a slender black Batmobile.

Catwoman lay on the motorcycle and made an almost impossible 180° turn on the spot, speeding towards the Black Gate Prison as Nightwing watched helplessly.

As for the Batmobile, which has lost both front and rear wheels.

rest assured!

This war machine, which cost tens of billions to build, also refilled the spare tire the moment it released the Batmobile, and a spare operating panel popped out of the original co-pilot.

"Jason also wanted to steal the tires from this car."

Young Master Ye Yi grabbed the control panel and continued to accelerate, curled his lips and said softly:

"He didn't know at that time that there were eight spare tires in this car alone. Jason, it would be great if you were by our side in this situation."

(End of chapter)