The track of dawn in the world of American manga

When the Italians first crossed the ocean and came to North America, they brought two local specialties from their hometown to this land, namely pizza and mafia.

Mason clearly prefers the former.

Of course, there is a mafia in Gotham. The Falcone family has been competing with other gangs for control of Gotham City's black area, but that was a long time ago.

They are traditional villains and have long since declined after the emergence of super villains. Even guys like the Penguin who are between traditional villains and super villains can ride on their heads.

But after the Penguin died tragically in the fire of Blackgate Prison and the entire Penguin Gang fell, the Falcone family seemed to have a second spring.

The entire chain of Iceberg Bars in Gotham has been taken over by them, leaving only the last one, which is Penguin's first store in Gotham.

As long as the Mafia is captured there, they will be declared back on top.

Although Mason handed over the running of the bar to Kite Man, he also knew about the recent series of fire incidents on Glacier Avenue. Therefore, these guys who coveted the "K Team Headquarters" became Mason in tonight's special operation.

The first target of attack.

In the Falcone family's stronghold, Mason, wearing an invisibility cloak, quietly approached the main distribution box of the three-story old building. He did not touch the thing to avoid leaving fingerprints, but raised the penguin.

Gently twist the umbrella handle.

The intracranial disruptor implanted in it was activated to emp mode, and electric sparks immediately exploded from the distribution box, followed by an unpleasant burnt smell and the entire building instantly fell into darkness.

"Pa"

The voodoo birdcage was placed on the ground, and a pair of scarlet eyes opened in the darkness.

Miss McGonagall also seemed to smell the fragrance of flesh and blood so close at hand. She became anxious and walked around in the cage, and her tail, which had grown fur again due to the healing effect of the Resurrection Stone fragments, stood up.

"Go ahead, I've done some research, and there's no innocent person in this building."

Mason knelt down and opened the birdcage for a moment, and the zombie cat rushed out with a swoosh, as fast as lightning, its steps were light and made no sound in the darkness.

But it did not pounce on the approaching noisy footsteps. Instead, it lay down a few steps in front of Mason with a vigilant attitude, looking back at the young man.

Mason stared at it too.

"You have regained some sense. At least you can understand what I say."

After he and the cat looked at each other for several seconds, he whispered:

"In the past, you would have pounced on me the moment you came out of the cage, but now you can distinguish my breath. You know that it was me who brought you here from that apocalyptic world, and I am the one who feeds you every day.

Professor McGonagall.

If you can understand, just answer me and we can talk."

"Meow~"

Mason responded with a shrill howl.

The moment the cat meowed, Miss McGonagall jumped up and kicked off the wall like lightning, and pounced on the face of the mafia gunman who came to check the distribution box.

The sharp virus claws instantly cut open the guy's throat and injected the deadly substance into the blood vessels.

The fresh flesh and blood stimulated the confused cat, and it could no longer restrain its bloodthirsty desire and rushed into the uneasy darkness.

Mason watched Miss McGonagall disappear. He did not follow her to avoid leaving unnecessary footprints. Instead, he returned to the first floor and locked all the doors and windows along the way.

"Bang"

He took out a flying claw gun from his waist that was very similar to the bat hook lock gun and shot it towards the roof and then jumped into the air when the hook lock was tightened.

This thing is one of the combat accessories of the Batsuit that was obtained during the first contact with Batman. Mason just made it three hours ago.

The principle is not difficult but very practical.

Wearing an invisibility cloak, he sat on the eaves of this three-story old building, waiting patiently while listening to the harsh yelling, chaotic gunshots, and terrified wails coming from the building below his feet.

In such a narrow and enclosed area, facing an agile and deadly enemy like a zombie cat, the bullets fired from the chamber are useless except to embolden one's courage.

Almost ten minutes later, a black shadow jumped out of the ventilation duct on the top floor.

While Miss McGonagall was licking her scarlet mouth, she took steps to leave cute cat paw prints, intending to go further over the eaves.

But a cough sounded from behind it, causing the zombie tiger cat, which had just satisfied its murderous desire and hunger, to turn around cautiously.

Mason took off the hood of the invisibility cloak, took out the voodoo birdcage in his hand, squatted on the ground and waved to the zombie cat in front of him, whose scarlet eyes clearly showed emotional fluctuations.

In the ruins of Hogwarts, Mr. Potter still maintained a certain degree of sanity even after turning into a zombie under the influence of the Resurrection Stone. Mason has reason to believe that the fragments of the Resurrection Stone he put into Miss McGonagall's belly can have the same effect.

Effect.

Even if the cat cannot be transformed back into a wise and powerful witch professor, at least it can be "tamed".

"Come here, girl."

mason said:

"The things here are over, I will take you to another place where there are bad guys and you can hunt to your heart's content."

"Meow~"

The eerie cry sounded in the dark night, temporarily satisfying the desire for flesh and blood and making the tiger cat hesitate for a moment as its aggressiveness dropped.

It looked back at another eaves behind it and the city under the dark night in the distance, and then looked back at Mason and the birdcage in his hand.

It took a step back.

Mason immediately took out another tattered object and placed it in the birdcage. It was the tattered branch hat that was completely torn into pieces and was taken out of Hogwarts.

It was also one of the things Professor McGonagall was most familiar with.

"Meow!"

This time the tiger cat didn't hesitate, it pounced over with a whoosh, rushed into the cage and bit into the tattered hat.

The young man grinned.

He closed the birdcage, took it back into his arms, and took out the diagram given by the kite man to select the next target.

Thirty minutes later, in the Batcave, Bruce Wayne put on the Bat helmet in silence after finishing his dinner. Behind him, the cool Batmobile on the dark-toned lift was slowly rising from the underground garage.

"Turn on city surveillance and search for criminal incidents."

The master's hoarse voice sounded, and the electronic system built into the suit immediately linked to the Batcomputer, summarizing various events taking place in Gotham City.

Seconds later, a distress call from a frightened citizen caught Batman's attention.

"Come on! There are monsters on this street! That house is full of monsters! Zombies! Oh my god! It's zombies! Someone come and save us!"

"Um?"

The master immediately frowned.

The word "zombie" reminded him of the raging fire in Blackgate Prison, and an unpleasant premonition arose in Batman's heart.

Instead of jumping into the Batmobile, he fired the grapple gun towards the higher platform of the Batcave. A few seconds later, the ghostly Batfighter drove out at high speed and disappeared into the night.

"Barbara, I need you to take over the monitoring system immediately. The Bat Network permissions have been opened for you."

Batman contacted his most trusted logistics and intelligence personnel, and he said to Barbara Gordon:

"Start city-wide surveillance! I need to see all the information like 'zombie infested'!"

"Received! Searching."

Barbara's steady voice sounded in the secure network communication, and a few seconds later, the girl exclaimed:

"Three places! There were reports of zombies appearing in three places almost at the same time, all of which are the territory of the Falcone family! There are no reports of zombies hurting anyone yet, but you must eliminate those monsters immediately!

They're horribly contagious."

"I'm already on my way."

The ominous premonition came true, which made the master's heart sink.

He flew the Batfighter down from the clouds and approached the chaotic neighborhood below, and gave Barbara instructions:

"Please Gordon to immediately send out heavy mounted police to disperse the crowd of onlookers, initiate a blockade, and stay away until I finish dealing with it!"

The black Batfighter turned on the hovering mode, and Batman's figure fell from the sky, opened his cape, and landed accurately on the roof of the old building.

The master is not using his bare hands this time.

He took out a weird black firearm from the weapon slot on the back of his suit and kicked the stairs open. Then there was a low muffled sound and the roar of monsters in the old building.

Batman doesn't kill.

But zombie monsters are not humans.

So Batman can kill zombies.

Is this syllogism reasonable?

Five minutes later, as the Bat-Fighter took off again and flew towards the second zombie-infested location, Barbara's serious voice sounded over the communication again.

This time it's still bad news.

"There are zombie activities in Miller's Port, Bruce! It is still the territory of the Falcone family, and their smuggling den has been taken away. But it is very close to the city's sewer system, I'm afraid..."

"I'll rush over immediately!"

The master twisted the control panel to make the fighter jet quickly turn and fly towards the dock.

Of course, the remaining two zombie haunts could not be left alone, so the master called his assistant.

"Tim, I need your help."

"Already on the way! Bruce, you go to the dock, I will take care of the remaining two places."

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"Four places should be enough, right?"

Mason carried his suitcase and walked into Zakcon's address, which was a deserted bar that looked quite shabby.

"Let's see Gotham City's reaction to this first. If it's not enough, we can increase the number tomorrow night, but we have to plan the route carefully. What happened tonight must have alarmed Batboy.

It's really exciting to do something like this under his nose."

The young man complained softly.

Standing at the door of the bar, he looked at the flying engineering bomb controlled by himself falling in the dark night, and then he took off his Bat Phone from under the drone-like thing and put it in his pocket.

When he got this phone, he was sure that there was definitely a locator specially prepared for him by Batboy.

He originally wanted to tear it down.

But Batman's black technology with the blessing of money power is too much. To remove the locator without triggering the alarm signal requires Engineering Level 4!

This means that Mason must learn to hide and fake his whereabouts in the short term.

Fortunately, this is a physical locator that only has the simple functions of recording travel and sending signals, so it does not go so far as to pry into Mason's privacy. It seems that the master has a bottom line in this regard.

Even if he has already been secretly monitoring the entire city, or even the entire world.

The young man walked to the bar of an empty bar.

He knocked on the table and said to the old man sitting there listening to the radio:

"Hello, I'm Constantine's friend and I'm here to buy the things on this list."

He handed over Zha Kang's materials list, but the old man didn't take it. He took out a double-barreled shotgun from under the counter and pointed it at Mason, roaring:

"Constantine? That scumbag owes five debts here! Want something? Yes, pay for your scumbag friend first!"

"Hey, I knew it!"

Mason pouted.

Under the threat of the black barrel in front of him, he placed the suitcase on the bar, took out a small box and opened it. Inside was a whole row of potions with various effects.

He pushed the potions over and said:

"Are these enough?"

"If you have enough for two times, you still owe three times."

The old man picked up a bottle of potion, checked it out and said indifferently. Mason took out a box of smelted magic metal and threw it away.

This can be regarded as helping Zha Kang pay off his debt.

Then he asked for a list of magic items that this store could provide, and was pleasantly surprised to find that there were many kinds of materials he urgently needed. It was indeed a store specifically for spellcasters.

"Why are you young and young and hanging out with a guy like Constantine?"

When the old man prepared the materials on the list for Mason, he couldn't help but complain:

"That guy is a mobile scourge! Stay away from him, young man."

"There's nothing I can do. I work for him now, and that bastard put a curse on me."

Mason said pitifully, then took out an alchemy stone and threw it on the table, saying:

"I'll pay with this."

"What's this?"

The old man picked up the small gray stone in surprise.

He could feel that it was a magic item but didn't know its use. Mason asked him to get a bottle of any potion in the store and threw the alchemy stone in.

A few minutes later, under the old man's surprised gaze, the magic concentration of the potion increased almost visibly to the naked eye.

"It can be used 8 times. It can be extracted from almost any potion. But don't use it on low-level potions. It won't be worthwhile."

Mason explains:

"This thing is my unique skill. If you want it in the future, you can come to Cooper's Mystery Supplies Shop in Crime Alley to buy it. I welcome professionals like you to visit me.

Of course, it can also be used to enhance the taste of wine.

Your store is indeed a little too deserted."

"But Gotham is a place of right and wrong, young man."

The old man shook his head and said:

"Those of us who have one foot in the other world better not be too famous. There are some weird things wandering around this city, and they don't like magic...

This is what you asked for, welcome to come again next time."

After completing the transaction, Mason walked out of the bar with his suitcase, only to catch a glimpse of Miss McGonagall squatting on the trash can and licking her paws on the side of the street.

The young man glanced at the looming Port Miller in the distance.

He reached out and took out the birdcage and waved to the tiger cat. The latter swooped over and grabbed the branch hat in the cage and curled up as if to "digest".

"The senses of these zombie magical beasts, especially their sense of smell, are really terrifying. It seems that if you want to tame Mao Mao and Fang, you have to find some of Hagrid's items."

Mason put the shrunken birdcage in his arms, picked up his suitcase and walked across a street to hail a taxi, when he suddenly felt the wind blowing behind him.

He cautiously grabbed the penguin umbrella and turned around, only to see Batman standing in the shadow behind him like a ghost.

"Are you going to play this nasty game every time you show up?"

Mason patted his heart and complained:

"Thankfully I don't have a heart condition."

"What are you doing here?"

Batman asked dumbly.

Mason patted the suitcase in his hand and said:

"I'm here to buy some magic materials. There's a bar not far away. It's a magic supplies store in Gotham City. You should be aware of its existence, right?"

"Um."

The master nodded, and after a few seconds of silence, he said:

"The 'three-headed dog' is back."

"who?"

Mason was stunned for a moment and asked:

"Is there a new supervillain in town? Why haven't I heard that nickname?"

"The wizard who captured you, I gave him a nickname. He drove the zombie beast to attack the gang stronghold in the city tonight. He is most likely still tracking you."

The master who had just finished handling the emergency at Miller's Harbor looked at Mason and said hoarsely:

"We need to be more vigilant these days."

Mason's heart skipped a beat.

It's not that he's afraid that the master will discover his actions.

It's because he knows very well that there is no villain named "Three-Headed Dog" in this world, or in other words, the real "Three-Headed Dog" is standing in front of the master at this time.

This kind of face-to-face dialogue between the tracker and the tracked is really exciting, especially when you are hunted down by Batman himself.

and...

He was actually "appointed" with a villain nickname by his master, and he was probably listed in the Bat Database, lying in a folder with the information of the Joker, Lei Xiaogu, and Bain.

The young man pursed his lips and glanced at Batman in front of him.

How could he actually feel a little honored?