The track of dawn in the world of American manga

When Mason woke up, he was not surprised to find that his potion had been overheated and turned into a ball of black coal.

But he was in no mood to deal with the disgusting-smelling failure right now.

On the contrary, the young man stood up suddenly and rushed out the door. Then he saw a rusty box stained with seaweed and barnacles placed neatly at the door.

There are still yet dry footprints on the steps of the bamboo building in front of you, extending all the way to the beach washed by the sea.

It's as chilling as a ghost story.

But the appearance of this iron box with the emblem of the Flying Dutchman means that Mason's dream just now is real, including Will Turner and the "cryptic prophecies" he said about the end of the world.

And the truth that made Mason's heart run wildly like ten thousand weeds.

"The zombie virus in this world was actually released by Old K? And according to Will's description, Old K's team had not yet suffered a disaster at that time. The calculated time coincides with more than two months ago."

Mason rubbed his chin, wrapped the rusty box in a piece of cloth and took it back to the house.

Captain Will didn't say much more.

After Mason promised to take his wife and children away from this world, the captain of the ghost ship promised to collect as many rare materials and various items as possible for Mason in the following time.

Although there are legends of ghost ships everywhere in this world, there are not many ships that can actually travel on the bottom of the sea. The treasures buried deep in the sea can only be obtained by ghost ships like the Dutchman that are truly cursed by the sea god.

The deal itself is great.

It's a huge win in Mason's interests.

But the young man really couldn't be happy at this moment. As he followed the prompts left by Will and twisted the weird lock of the rust box in front of him, he thought in his heart:

"Although I have known for a long time that the stars are not a good thing, this method of spreading viruses around the world is a bit too much. The most important question is, why do they do this?

If it's just to plunder resources, there must be a more efficient way.

And there’s the ‘doomsday’ that Will Turner has been emphasizing.

He is definitely not referring to the zombie scourge spreading across the world, and from what he means, the coming of the end of the world does not even have much to do with the Council of Stars."

Mason squinted trying to get an answer.

But unfortunately, he currently has too little information to piece together the truth.

"Click"

With a crisp sound, the box in front of me was opened.

The interior of it is very waterproof, and the items stored inside have not been wetted by sea water. At the top is a nautical chart with the location of a small island located in the Caribbean waters marked.

That is where Will Turner's wife and son are now, and according to the agreement, Mason will take them back and take them away.

Underneath the chart is a slightly worn sheepskin notebook.

The upper part of this thing records all the locations where the cursed guys on the Flying Dutchman buried the treasure, and the lower part contains the knowledge recorded at Mason's request.

Will Turner's Forging Notes

Effect: Learn the blacksmith's forging skills, which also records some unique forging skills mastered by the legendary pirate Will Turner.

Item description: If it were not for love, the legendary pirate Will Turner might have become the world's top blacksmith.

Mason took the codex in his hand and flipped through a few pages before discovering some tips specifically written by Will on it, which taught Mason, a novice blacksmith, how to handle special materials like cursed gold coins.

The code also records many weapons and armor forging techniques and production blueprints, giving Mason a sample that he can learn from the forging technique that he never knew how to get started with.

This somewhat dispelled the mysteries about the meeting of stars and the end of the world that Mason had in mind at this time.

He is a person who likes to do things according to plans and dislikes such unplanned emergencies. However, considering that he has not yet understood the dark truth of the Society of Stars, it is a bit unfounded to think about the end of the world.

So after a few minutes, Mason calmed himself down, sat back at the workbench, and started to prepare the brown owl potion again.

He liked this feeling of being unfocused, and it continued until the evening. When Mason finished making the tenth downgraded version of the weak brown owl potion, the prompt he had been waiting for finally popped up:

"Successfully completed an excellent craft and alchemy item production, and the alchemy branch proficiency was increased by x20. It is currently lv3."

"I have used magic fire many times to complete item creation, and my flame manipulation skills have been improved. I am currently at level 1."

"Well, double yolk, I like it."

The young man stood up and stretched greatly. He placed the yellow-brown high-grade vitality potions he had made in front of his eyes and admired them for a few seconds. Then he put them into a special wooden box and threw them into his suitcase.

He walked outside the bamboo building and took a look at the sunset slowly sinking into the sea in the distance, and heard the unique engine sound of the flying motorcycle. He looked up and saw that Charles was driving the motorcycle to carry the drunk cat in the car.

The lady returns here.

"Hey, cutie Mason, come here and let me give you a hug."

Selena jumped out of the car smelling of alcohol, stepped barefoot on the beach, and staggered forward wearing a gorgeous palace dress.

Mason refused her embrace and frowned again:

"Why are you so drunk? Didn't you go to discuss business?"

"Yes, let's talk business!"

Catwoman smiled and took a stack of documents from Kite Man, who looked like he had drunk a lot, and stuffed it into Mason's hand. She put her hands on her hips and said:

"Bring the King's Envoy of the British Royal Fleet, Captain Chevalier, the Pirate King of the Mediterranean, Captain Armand, the Pirate King of the Black Sea, and Madam Qing, the Pirate King of the Pacific.

There are also priests from the South American church, tribal witch doctors hiding in the forest, gentlemen and nobles from the thirteen states of North America...

Too many.

They have all ordered at least 50,000 pieces of the 'Hope' miracle medicine from us, and of course the 500 samples have been divided up by them.

In return...

Charles!

Open the eyes of our little sweet Mason!”

Selena snapped her fingers.

The kite man behind her immediately took out several large boxes from his luggage and opened them in front of Mason's eyes. For a moment, the jewels and jewels came in and even lit up the beach in the evening.

Catwoman drunkenly took out a lady's crown decorated with purple velvet, luxurious pearls and gems from the box at hand and put it on her head. She then took the platinum scepter handed over by the Kite Man and turned it around in her hands.

"The queen's crown from the French court and the papal scepter brought from the Vatican. These are peerless treasures over there that I cannot steal no matter how powerful I am.

But now they have become my private collection.

I absolutely love this trip, my sweet little brother Mason."

Catwoman rushed forward with a smile, leaving several "flaming red lips" on Mason's neck and cheeks amid his disgusted resistance. She climbed on the young man's back and said drunkenly:

"Maybe I'm drunk, but do you want another French kiss? Little cutie, for the sake of these wonderful harvests, sister can..."

"You smell like alcohol! Oh my god, you look like a drunkard."

Mason pushed her down.

Of course, he held her hand in a gentlemanly manner to prevent her from falling.

He looked at Selina who was shaking when walking in front of him and rubbed her forehead with a headache, and said to Kite Man, who was full of rings and playing with a golden pipe inlaid with gems:

"Charles, go to the tavern and call Constantine back. Now that the contract is signed, we will return to Gotham tonight."

Mason helped Catwoman, who was holding the crown, scepter, and a large box of top-notch jewelry, and placed her on the edge of the steps. He then walked a few steps forward to the beach and said to the female pirate Angelina who was following:

"We are going to 'go back' and come back in seven days. During this time, you should keep an eye on Jack Sparrow. These things will help you defend yourself."

He handed a bag containing weapons, explosives and a large number of low-level potions to the female pirate, then thrust the chart left by Will Turner into her hand and warned:

"Go to this island with Jack to bring back a mother and her son there. This matter is very important. Angelina, I hope you and Jack can complete it with your heart."

"Elizabeth Swann?"

When the female pirate saw the name marked on the chart, she frowned and said:

"Isn't this the 'Pirate King'? I heard that Jack once had a relationship with her. Could that child be?"

"Jack is a dashing and romantic man, so don't think too much about it. Here, hold this."

Mason pinched his fingers to summon the identity card of his Team K captain, and asked the female pirate to reach out and touch it. The latter stretched out her finger and touched Mason's card, and a red light quickly wrapped around her arm.

The anxious feeling made Angelina's whole body tremble in pain.

As Mason watched, a dim black ghost claw tattoo quickly appeared on her left arm, which represented that she had officially become a reserve member of Team K and the Stars Society.

"Now, we are a team."

Mason took out Catwoman's former tight-fitting suit and handed it to the pale female pirate with both hands, and said to her warmly:

"Welcome to Team K, Angelina. I hope we can have a happy cooperation in the future."

"Thank you for the pain you inflicted on me, Captain."

The female pirate curled her lips, held her suit and luggage in her arms, feeling her growing strength, and blinked again:

"So I can use the name of you guys to bluff and deceive...er, I mean recruit subordinates? The Black Pearl and Jack are also under my command?"

"It all depends on your ability to control a man, girl. After all, Jack is the soul of that ship."

Mason looked back at Constantine, who was carried back by Charles and was disheveled and talking nonsense. He shrugged and said to the new members:

"Anyway, don't forget to collect resources. The more you collect, the easier our lives will be in the future."

"See you in seven days."

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While Mason and others were packing up and preparing to "go home" in the other world, a scene of "farewell" was also being staged here in Gotham, but compared to the joy there, it seemed much more painful here.

"Bang"

The black figure fell from the mid-air in the pouring rain.

The hook that was supposed to hold him up and allow him to glide was cut off by a flying weapon in the air, causing Batman to make a mistake and fall into a dirty dark alley at night.

His bat suit is now covered with bullet holes and scratches from sharp weapons, and even the bulletproof cape has traces of being burned by flames.

Batman has rarely been so embarrassed in his own city.

But he did not give up action because of the pain radiating from all parts of his body. Instead, he held on to the wall and moved forward quickly, trying to hide into the darkness that had been protecting him.

"Barbara...Call...Bat-Network...Backup!"

Batman's tone was choppy.

It was obvious that he had suffered a heavy blow that caused difficulty in breathing, and the spinning world in front of his eyes meant that the poison injected into him by the sneak attack had begun to spread in his body.

He called the person he trusted most in the communication.

That was a member of the Bat Family who once worked with him to maintain order in the city, but tonight when the master needed it most, the always reliable communication fell into a long and strange silence.

No one responded to this call for help.

It was like another invisible cold blade piercing his already shattered heart once again.

"Bang"

A low gunshot sounded from behind.

Batman dodged to avoid the bullet, but the shooter's shooting skills were obviously extremely powerful.

The specially made bullet whirled and hit the master in the back, drilling into his body along the cracks in the suit that had been completely torn apart, bringing up a handful of blood.

The impact caused the poisoned Batman to fall to the ground.

But he still reacted quickly. He grabbed a first-aid needle from his combat belt and was about to pierce it into his neck, but a flying black combat boot kicked his wrist and knocked the needle away.

A pair of strong hands covered in armor stretched out, grabbed the master's shoulders and pulled him up from the ground. In the rain that continued to fall in the darkness, the two men struggled together at this moment, like predators in the darkness.

Two beasts.

Each sees the other as prey.

Cold raindrops flowed down Batman's helmet, mixed with the blood gushing from his nostrils and mouth, and fell from his chin.

What was reflected in the eyes of this silent and cold man who was getting weaker after the poison took effect was a red streamlined round helmet.

It has no eyes or facial features. It should be made of some kind of high-tech protective material.

The metal armor worn by the opponent was very similar to the Bat suit. His movements were agile and deadly. Every time the master tried to counterattack, he was noticed in advance and dealt more crazy blows.

He's like another young, angry version of Batman.

But he uses a gun!

This makes the attacker even more dangerous.

"I know you, Batman!"

A hoarse voice came from the red helmet in the rainy night, with extreme hatred and a touch of madness caused by pain. Like a bull, he pushed up the weak Batman and slammed it against the wall so hard that the bricks broke.

.

He roared:

"Your attacks! Your defenses! Even your suit and your weapons! I know you better than anyone, and I know how to defeat you.

Just like this!”

"bass"

The attacker threw away his hands, and the dark-black shark-tooth fighting knife ejected from the metal gauntlet and staggered, leaving an X-shaped scar on Batman's body, causing blood to burst out in the rain and the poisoned man to let out a low groan.

He fell to the ground and was picked up again by the assailant's neck. He punched Batman hard in the abdomen, followed by a torrential series of blows, venting his deep hatred.

"I won't kill you, but I will let you experience my pain! In every nightmare that never wakes up, just as I beg you to save me, you will beg someone to pull you out of the darkness.

redemption...

But there won’t be.

No one will ever come back to answer your desire. Prayer is no match for the weakness of despair, remember? You taught me not to be defeated by fear.

I've never lost to fear, but you failed me miserably."

He looked at the man in front of him whose face was covered with blood, his deep laughter echoed in the helmet, and he said:

"They gave me a name, they called me 'Scarlet Knight,' and they wanted me to replace you as their deadliest weapon.

I agreed.

This is the reward they gave me.

An opportunity to settle this blood feud with you in your city.

Bruce Wayne!

Stand up!

Keep getting beaten!"

"Who are you?"

The master, who was about to lose consciousness, immediately felt a surge of anger when he heard the other party calling out his real name. He struggled to resist the constant punches, and while retreating crookedly, he took out a smoke bomb from his arms and smashed it.

on the ground.

Thick smoke billowed out in the heavy rain. The attacker could have continued to attack, but he did not do that and instead stood quietly in the thick smoke and waited.

When the smoke dissipated in the heavy rain, there was no trace of Batman around.

"Run away, Batman."

The attacker who called himself the "Scarlet Knight" lowered his hands, letting drops of blood drip from his gauntlets.

He squatted down.

Picking up the torn blood-stained cloak in this dark alley, he thought of the days when he had walked through the city under the protection of this cloak.

Those beautiful past are like a dream that has ended long ago.

How beautiful it is in the dream, but how despairing it is after waking up from the dream.

The Scarlet Knight held the broken cloak in his hand and whispered as if saying goodbye:

"The power that made me will destroy you. May pain and despair turn into poison and rush through your veins. Tonight, Batman dies.

Gotham is dying too.

You'll know who I am, Bruce.

You'll know it when the city and all your expectations begin to burst into flames."