The track of dawn in the world of American manga

Chapter 39 39. If you make a mistake, just make a louder noise to cover it up immediately (Confirmation)

"Boss, the hunter left this for us."

When Mason was about to leave the Iceberg Bar and rush to do something, the Kite Man found him and showed him something. The young man took the document in Charles' hand and flipped through it, then he frowned.

This is a complete set of property ownership documents for the Iceberg Bar. With this, Mason and Kite Man can legally prove their ownership of the Iceberg Bar.

The most outrageous thing is that the asset transfer documents have actually been stamped with the official notarization stamp of Gotham. Considering Mr. Hunter just said that he has been around Gotham City, perhaps these documents are the purpose of his going out.

"To show your unfathomable ability? Or to show off your power?"

Mason looked at the document in his hand, then looked at Charles, and said:

"What else did he say?"

"He said that this bar looks very majestic and that the Borderlands is suitable to be our base of activities in this world, so he helped us get this as a 'congratulation' to the successful reorganization of Team K."

The kite man also looked serious.

He also knew that this "gift" was very hot.

"Boss, do we want it?"

he asked.

"Yes! Why not?"

Mason flipped through the documents and took out a pen and said:

"If we refuse any more, 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 make unnecessary struggles.

But it’s really troublesome to take over this thing, and other forces in the city will definitely try to steal it.”

"I said the same thing."

The kite man sighed and said helplessly:

"But Mr. Hunter told me that a pioneer team that can't even deal with the local forces is not a qualified member that the Stars Association wants to see."

"Well, that's true, but that's not my problem."

Mason nodded solemnly, scrawled a name on the signature of the asset transfer document, slapped the stack of documents on the Kite Man's chest, and said:

"Now it's your problem! Mr. Charles Brown, owner of the Iceberg Bar, congratulations on your transformation from a third-tier villain living in a trashy apartment to a millionaire with property overnight."

Kite Man opened the document with wide eyes and saw that his name was clearly written on the document, which meant that he had become the owner of this new property.

Mason strode into the elevator without giving his younger brother any time to react. Amidst the clear sound of the elevator 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 try my best to break away from the Penguin Gang in the first place?

After walking around for a while outside, I actually came back again.

Fate is truly amazing."

"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 work as a janitor outside of this splendid place, but now, this building, including the land and the 800 meters underground area, belongs to him.

Mason curled his lips, took out the Penguin's armed umbrella, held it in his hand, and strode out of the building.

As he walked down the steps, he looked back at the Iceberg Bar behind him.

It has to be said that Penguin has an absolutely unique vision for doing business. Although this store is not in the most prosperous neighborhood of Gotham, its location happens to be the bordering area of ​​the major gangs.

Occupying this place can effectively integrate the gray resources in the city. Coupled with the terrifying connections that Penguin has cultivated in the city for nearly thirty years, such a bar can be said to be making money every day.

But then Mason suddenly had a realization in his heart.

Giving away an expensive building, which seemed like a show of wealth, was probably Mr. Hunter's reminder to change his mentality.

After all, for an organization like the Society of Stars that spans countless parallel worlds, money and wealth in a certain world are probably equivalent to "mission props".

"These big shots really have eight hundred thoughts in their eyes."

The young man complained.

I hailed a taxi and arrived at Gordon House ten minutes later. I also bought three pizzas, a bottle of wine, some fruit and a bouquet of flowers as gifts along the way.

When he knocked on the door and saw Barbara, he gave flowers to her, making the gentle elder sister smile immediately.

Director Gordon, who was taking care of his old brother in the hospital last night, had just gotten up. Mason happened to bring food and made breakfast.

However, when Barbara was chopping fruit in the kitchen, the watch on her wrist suddenly vibrated. The former Batgirl put down the fruit knife in surprise and took a look, realizing that it was a message from Batman.

She put the fruit plate on the table and returned to the room, picked up the special earphones and put them on. After the communication was connected, Batman's deep voice rang:

"Barbara, where are you Mason?"

"right."

She asked, and Batman asked again:

"How long has he been gone?"

"About fifteen minutes."

Barbara felt a little strange now.

Sitting in the wheelchair, she glanced outside the door and found that her father had just drank a large glass of wine in one breath amidst Mason's cheers. His "chic" posture made the young girl a little unbearable to look at him.

She sighed and said:

"He came to my house for dinner as promised. Gordon was very happy. What happened?"

"It's just a routine inquiry. Remember to give him the Bat Phone."

Batman warned and hung up the communication in a curt tone, causing Barbara Gordon to raise her eyebrows. It seemed that Batman was really paying close attention to Mason.

She had never seen this man take the initiative to call and tell him about such a trivial matter before.

However, what Barbara didn't know was that Batman was in a bad situation.

The Dark Knight in Gotham rarely appeared during the day, and he also acted with Nightwing.

On a remote road near Arkham Asylum on the outskirts of Gotham City, the Bat fighter controlled by Alfred was constantly hovering 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 them with some kind of electromagnetic heavy weapon.

A ferocious giant monster.

The three-headed dog that suddenly appeared as a zombie ten minutes ago was roaring and running wildly on the road. This crazy monster opened its bloody mouth and bit into the master who was swinging in the air.

Batman stared closely behind the three-headed dog, where a mysterious man holding a scarlet sword stood.

"It seems that the zombie scourge in Blackgate Prison has nothing to do with Mason, at least not directly."

The master looked at the alienated monster that exuded a putrid 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 is home to a large number of evil and crazy souls, and I can already smell the delicacy of that depravity."

The mysterious man shouted sharply:

"Get out of the way! Batman, you destroyed my house and took away the 'guinea pig' I carefully cultivated. I haven't settled the accounts with you yet. Are you so eager for death?"

"Are you the dark wizard?"

Batman was stunned for a moment, then reacted immediately.

While the Bat fighter plane overhead kept pouring firepower to suppress the three-headed dog in place, the master grabbed three batarangs and threw them at the mysterious man.

This enhanced batarang brought dazzling electricity in the air, and the attack effects were extremely cool but it didn't hit anything.

The mysterious man mysteriously disappeared from the spot.

At the same time, the Bat fighter hovering at least 300 meters in the air seemed to have been scratched by an invisible blade across its engine, and it plummeted towards the nearby forest amid violent explosions and fires.

The moment the master sensed a fatal crisis, he crossed his arms to block in the air, but with the harsh sound of metal cutting, the scarlet straight-edged sword turned into a stream of light and flashed past Batman's eyes, followed by a fierce kick in the air.

It also kicked Batman from the air to the ground.

The old man rolled to the ground.

The fighting gauntlets on both hands cracked silently, and the black armor was cut with a clear scratch from the chest to the waist and abdomen.

The other party seemed to be playing a trick on him.

The knife almost grazed his skin, destroying the suit but not causing any damage to the body.

"Dark wizard? Do you actually think I am such a low-level person?"

The mysterious man returned behind the three-headed dog, sneered and turned his wrist to perform a sword show.

He said sarcastically:

"It's true that the Dark Knight has committed the sin of arrogance, but I have no intention of going against a 'Chosen One' who has escaped death several times. Batman, fate is on your side.

That's the case for the time being.

Now, get out of the way!

Just like the evil souls from Blackgate, the soul taking from Arkham Asylum is beneficial to the city you protect. This will be the last thing I take away in Gotham.

If you don't get out of the way, the next stab won't be so gentle."

At the same time as he spoke, the mysterious man disappeared again and reappeared in the same place. As an afterimage of his body trembling, he kicked the young man who was attacking behind him ten meters away.

The silent master did not step aside.

He put on a fighting stance and stood in front of the howling three-headed zombie dog, like a mantis using his arms as a cart. 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 with several times the speed of sound fell from the sky. While splashing dust in the sky, he punched out, knocking back the three-headed dog in front of him and crushing the one in the middle.

Big brain.

Dust was flying in a ring, and the master whispered to the helpers:

"It took you exactly two minutes to get here from Kansas?"

"I was teaching my son how to milk cows just now. It takes time to find a reason to run 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 entire body was almost torn apart by a punch, the mysterious man glanced at the tall man standing in front of Batman with unusual fear.

The latter is suspended in the air a few centimeters above the ground, and the heat rays from his eyes are ready to go.

The mysterious man didn't bother anymore.

He seemed to know how powerful this man was. He took a step back and disappeared on the ravaged and unsightly highway, disappearing together with the three-headed dog whose body was smashed.

The battlefield that was deadly and exciting just now suddenly became quiet.

The eyes of Superman who came to support him cooled down, and he fell to the ground in his suit. With the red cape swaying, he frowned and looked at Batman, whose suit had been cut open, and said:

"Where are those weapons you hid? Why didn't you use them instead of calling me directly? This is not like your style."

"I don't have a weapon against this particular enemy."

The master looked at the messy ground and answered briefly:

"If you can't kill me with one blow, you can't reveal your trump card casually. Having your strength revealed 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 and makes me unable to see anything. I know Gotham is a magical place, but when did such a ruthless character come again?"

The master shook his head and did not answer.

He squatted on the ground and collected the remaining flesh, flesh and broken teeth of the three-headed dog, then stood up and said quietly:

"So next time I should just call the more useful Diana?"

"Or Barry."

Superman didn't care about his old friend's innuendo, he said calmly:

"That's a very fast guy, and it's a good choice to suppress him with even faster speed. Barry has been a little restless recently, and he said that the Speed ​​Force is becoming unpredictable.

Maybe it’s what we’ve been paying attention to.”

"Shh!"

The master made a gesture of silence and said:

"Let's talk about these things at the watchtower."

"You really don't need me to stay here to help?"

Superman shrugged, levitated and asked:

"I can help you with my super hearing."

"Your son is on an 'adventure'."

The master clicked on the monitoring device on the bracelet and said quietly:

"He's about to find those things you hid under the barn on the farm."

"goodbye!"

Superman's expression changed.

With a whooshing sound, it flew into the sky and disappeared.

"Alfred, was the battle just recorded?"

Batman activated the communication and asked, and the reliable old butler immediately answered:

"We have begun to analyze the enemy's combat patterns, but there is too little available data to formulate targeted tactics, and the tracker you dropped on him has also been destroyed.

Master, your acting skills have deteriorated. You should have continued to fight for a while longer.

A new enemy has been filed, codenamed ‘Three-Headed Dog’. Now that it has been determined that this guy is the source of the zombie problem, does Mason still need to continue to observe?”

"Lower priority, but keep watching."

Batman carried the kicked Nightwing into the Batmobile and said:

"I'm still curious about what Mason is hiding."

——

At Gordon's House, Mason helped the drunken Gordon back to the room, and then went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Not surprisingly, he found Mr. Hunter already waiting for him there.

The man disguised as a man held a destroyed tracker in his fingers.

He threw the voodoo birdcage to Mason. The three-headed dog inside was in miserable shape but was slowly recovering under the influence 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 fighting mode in my first battle.

If my team wasn't already full, I would really like to invite him to my side. He is definitely the kind of all-around teammate that all world explorers long for.

Mason, you can try to win over him after you become stronger.

As for Superman, forget it.

That guy is too dangerous and you can't control him."

"Thank you for your generous assistance, Mr. Hunter. You have really done me a great favor."

Mason sincerely thanks:

"Although my favor may not be valuable, I must admit that I owe you once."

"Then try to make your favor valuable. Maybe it will become a surprise in the future."

Mr. Hunter waved his hand behind him, and a rotating door like a sea of ​​stars jumped out. He turned around and walked into it before disappearing with the swaying of his cloak.

Mason let out a sigh of relief in the quiet kitchen.

I can finally relax for a while.

"Mason!"

Barbara's voice sounded outside the kitchen, and the girl in a wheelchair approached holding a laptop. She pushed up the black-rimmed glasses on her face and said to the young man who was washing the dishes:

"I helped you select some very good jobs, do you want to come and take a look?"

"Thanks, Barbara, but I've found the job I want and asked my friends to send me my resume."

Mason smiled and said:

"Maybe there will be a reply tomorrow."

"Really? Then I wish you good luck in the interview."

Barbara laughed, took out a black mobile phone from her pocket, threw it to him, and said:

"Although you don't want to be Robin, Batman still gave you a gift, the latest Bat-phone. By activating safe mode, you can temporarily connect to the Bat-network.

The contact information of Grayson and I, as well as Tim and Gordon, are all recorded in it.

Batman's dedicated contact is also on the emergency dial.

But don't make harassing phone calls if you have nothing to do.

Be careful if he blocks your account.

Dad said you are very interested in technological products, but I advise you not to open them casually."

The girl shrugged and said:

"Don't do the stupid thing Tim did. I guarantee that after you take it apart, there won't be more than ten people in the world who can put it back together."

"Yeah?"

Mason wiped his hands.

He picked up the Bat Phone and looked around in front of his eyes. He was 100% sure that there were at least two positioning devices hidden in this thing, so he rubbed his chin and said:

"Maybe it will be eleven soon."

(End of chapter)