The track of dawn in the world of American manga

"vomit"

When they crossed the gate of the world and returned to the top floor of the Iceberg Bar with a full harvest, Catwoman and Zha Kang retched due to the accidental drunkenness and the imposition of soul curse and dizziness.

Kite Man is better.

But I was still staggering and had a headache because I had completed the promotion of D-class personnel.

While helping the two people up, Mason took out water and juice from the refrigerator in the office to sober them up. He also checked whether the compartment hiding the door to the world was still safe.

"I should put it on a movable object to ensure that we can pass through it immediately when Team K needs it."

While giving water to the drunk Ms. Selina, Mason looked at the World Gate and thought, maybe this thing is more than just a tool.

Its convenient world travel may save itself and others in critical moments in the future.

"Think of this as a backup plan."

"Well, now I finally know why you and Charles don't care much about this curse. It turns out that you don't feel it at all."

In front of Mason's eyes, Zha Kang, who had woken up, was sitting cross-legged on the ground. With a pale face, he opened his sleeves and looked at the ghost claw tattoo on his arm.

The black magician said in a strange tone:

"This thing is different from other curses I have seen. It will not torture you, project illusions in your mind, or make annoying noises for you.

It won't erode your body and make you feel sick.

It is so silent, so low-key, and does not express its presence in any way. It is as if it does not exist at all, just like an ordinary evil tattoo.

Tell the truth, Mason.

Although I have not had contact with other members of the Society of Stars, I seriously suspect that there must be quite a few people in that organization who are not even aware that they are cursed.

Especially those who know nothing about magical power."

"Because of this, doesn't it seem more dangerous?"

After listening to Zha Kang's thoughts, Mason said something in a faint tone, and the latter nodded.

A dog that bites should never bark. This is also a wise saying in the wizarding world.

"We need to cover it up."

The black magician touched his arm and said to the others:

"I will apply magic to make it invisible to ordinary people, so as to prevent the secret of Team K from being discovered."

"Then I'll leave it to you."

Mason glanced at Catwoman, who was already somewhat awake in her arms.

He put the big sister on a chair, put the suitcase on the table, put the bag in his arms, and said to his three teammates:

"You guys need to rest here one night and take stock of the harvest. My vacation is over and I have to go to work tomorrow, so I'm leaving first.

I will contact you tomorrow night to discuss how to obtain the vaccines we need from the medical department at Wayne Industries."

"You still have to go to work?"

Zha Kang picked up his beloved Sika cigarette and complained:

"Is it to better conceal your unique identity?"

"almost."

Mason glanced at the guy and said:

"A lot of people are paying attention to me. I must have a normal life. Also, your ritual of communicating curses to gain power is flawed. John, you'd better improve it before trying to gain power."

"I'll try my best."

Zha Kang shrugged and yawned, watching Mason put on a gray windbreaker and leave the office. Then he leaned against the wall and said to Kite Man:

"Man, I feel like I deserve my own room in a bar like this."

"Whoosh"

A golden room card was thrown over. Kite Man touched the more complicated tattoo on his arm, glanced at the black magician, and said:

"It has been prepared for you a long time ago, before you joined us. Don't look at me like that, John, the boss has long wanted to invite you to Team K.

It was almost when you first met him.

He really values ​​you."

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"Buzz buzz"

The flying motorcycle made no noisy sound in low-speed mode. Mason, wearing a safety helmet and goggles, rode this cute little blue motorcycle through the crime alley and rushed to his shop.

Went here because it was closer.

But taking shortcuts will definitely cause problems, like now.

"Um?"

Mason tightened his grip on the handlebars and stopped the car. In the dark alley after the rain, he looked suspiciously at the blood stains remaining on the ground and a few bullet casings wrapped in mud.

There was a shootout here?

The young man curled his lips and said to himself that the security situation near Crime Alley was getting worse and worse.

Before he restarted his motorcycle, he suddenly heard a strange noise coming from a large trash can in the shadows in front of him, which seemed so scary in this deserted alley.

If it were an ordinary 17-year-old person, he would be scared to death here, but can Mason be an ordinary person?

He propped his motorcycle on the ground, cautiously grabbed the unfinished penguin umbrella and approached it, then used the tip of the umbrella to open the closed trash can and took a look inside.

"Ou Laser Special!"

Mason exclaimed and took a step back.

The young man rubbed his eyes vigorously and suspected that he had seen it wrong, or that he accidentally took the wrong road when he took a shortcut and ended up in a damn parallel world.

After a few seconds, he stepped forward again and opened the trash can.

In the stinky trash can, a tall man was huddled in it.

He was wearing a tattered bat suit that looked like it had been burned. His cool cape was torn apart, and his body was covered with various wounds and bleeding was oozing out.

The most important thing is that even when he was in a coma, he showed great pain, and from time to time he would moan in pain that was not consistent with his identity.

"master?"

Mason confirmed that the poor man hiding in the trash can was Batman, and he hurriedly pulled the suffering man out and placed him on the ground.

“So hot!”

The young man put his fingers next to Batman's blood-stained nostrils and felt that his skin was emitting high temperatures like carbon.

This is an obvious symptom of infection and poisoning.

Mason took out the healing potion from his bag and the ground bezoar he carried with him to drink it for the master.

But after waiting for a few minutes, not only did the injury not improve, Batman lying on the ground struggled to vomit out more blood mixed with unknown substances.

It's obvious that the potion and antidote in Mason's hands are not enough to make Batman's condition better.

In the crime alley at night after the rain, Mason frowned and ejected the body of the flying motorcycle, put the old man in a terrible condition into it, and activated the flight mode as quickly as possible regardless of the exposed problems.

Carry him back to his cabin.

He placed Batman on the ground floor and picked up the Batphone to call for support.

But the frequent movements made the unconscious master seem to wake up a little bit.

He opened his eyes on the ground. When he saw Mason holding a bat phone and dialing a number, the master mustered up the strength to wave and fly the phone out of Mason's hand.

This action drained his energy and caused him to vomit blood again.

"Don't! There are...traitors..."

Mason had to be close to the master's mouth to hear his low voice. Even though it was an intermittent and uninflected moan, it was enough to alert the young man.

He glanced at the Bat Phone that fell to the ground and roughly understood what the master wanted to express.

The majestic Batman could be beaten like this on his own territory in Gotham. It would definitely not be possible if the enemy was just powerful.

Batman, who has long been accustomed to making many backup plans before fighting, may fail, but as long as he is prepared, he will definitely escape.

It's the same even when facing Superman.

But the fact that he's so miserable right now only proves that it was a sneak attack and that something went wrong in his bat's security network, rendering most of his backup plans unusable.

"This is simply awesome."

Mason squatted beside the convulsing master, using alchemy tools to extract his blood, and whispered:

"You have successfully made me suspicious of everyone I know in this city now. Sure enough, things related to you are always such a headache."

After taking the blood, Mason poured all the medicines in his bag onto his counter.

He was picking and choosing among them. The genuine potions he had found in the ruins of Hogwarts had been almost used, but the young man still found something useful in the few remaining bottles.

For example this:

water of life and death

Quality: Epic alchemical items·Exquisite craftsmanship

Efficacy: It allows people to enter a baby-like sleep and ignore all external influences. It is extremely effective. The sleep time depends on when it is awakened. The maximum duration is three months.

Creator: Severus Snape

Item Description: The ultimate good news for patients with severe insomnia, allowing you to get enough sleep at once.

Mason looked at the bottle of potion in his hand that exuded a quiet fragrance. This was one of the highest quality bottles of potion in his hand.

But he didn't care about his heartache at this moment. He leaned down and captured the old man's mouth, which was already beginning to fidget, and poured the entire bottle of magic potion into his mouth.

"This will make you more comfortable, and let us temporarily get rid of your tired mind and painful body so that we can help you. Go to sleep, Batman, go to sleep, Bruce."

The young man comforted Batman, who must have been in great pain at this time.

The advanced potion takes effect very quickly. In less than half a minute, Batman's struggling body calmed down. He closed his eyes under the helmet and let his seemingly transcendent spirit fall into a long slumber.

It's like being deeply anesthetized.

The physical pain continued, and he might have nightmares because of it, but this could no longer cause any destructive oppression on his spirit.

Mason breathed a sigh of relief, dragged the snoring Batman to the sofa where he was resting, went out and made a call in the phone booth across the street, then returned to the shop and looked around cautiously.

The first thing he did when he came back was to throw the expensive bat phone into his luggage to completely isolate it from the outside world. Then he set out a series of alchemy tools and began to try to analyze the tube of blood he had just taken out.

Batman must have been poisoned by something terrible.

This can be seen in his blood which is overly viscous and has an odd scarlet color.

Mason shook the tube of blood and put it in front of his eyes. The moment he concentrated, an information label popped up:

Poisonous blood with complex components

Item description:

The blood is mixed with the combined effects of a variety of toxins, which in a delicate balance will cause a variety of torturous effects on the poisoned person, but because of the continuous effectiveness of the special ingredients in it, the poisoned person will not die.

This means that the poisoner does not intend to kill the target, but rather to torture him.

Notice:

While causing great pain, the poison also destroys the target's vitality and vitality and weakly changes his life form. If the poison cannot be detoxified within a short period of time, the poisoned person will fall into permanent weakness.

"Who did you offend?"

Mason looked back in surprise at the old man who was shaking in pain on the sofa but also sleeping soundly. He quickly went through Gotham's villains in his mind, but did not find a suitable poisoner.

The most likely guess is the ugly man Zhou Keer who devoted his extraordinary life to falling in love and killing Bat Boy, but that guy probably hasn't escaped from prison yet.

Otherwise, the whole Gotham would be in chaos.

"So, after the terrifying Lord Three-Headed Dog, is there another super villain in town that I don't know about?"

While Mason put the poisonous blood sample into a professional distillation tube and heated it, he had to first determine how many toxins there were in the master's body before he could find a way to make an antidote.

While he was busy, anxious knocks on the door also sounded outside the shop.

As the rolling shutter door opened, the other three members of Team K who hurriedly appeared outside the door in casual clothes. Catwoman wrapped in a black coat looked anxious. She didn't have time to say hello to Mason when she saw him lying not far away.

The miserable master.

The old lover's eyes suddenly turned red and she rushed over to check on him.

The horrific scars and poor condition on Batboy's body that were almost torture made Catwoman almost shed tears, and the expressions of Kite and Zha Kang also became quite serious.

In Gotham, being able to injure the local "bully" Batman like this...

The person who came is not kind!

"Don't worry yet."

Mason put his hand on Selena's shoulder and whispered comfort:

"This is a big matter, there's no point in being anxious."

"Can you comfort people?"

Zha Kang complained quietly and motioned for Mason to pull Catwoman away first.

He was quite comfortable after returning to this magical world, and now he took off the cigarette from his mouth and used it as a spell medium to throw a healing spell at the bat boy he hated.

But under the green fluorescent wrap, Batman's injuries not only did not recover, but the blood flowed out faster due to the application of healing magic.

"Hey! This is not a good time for you to take revenge. Selina will stab you to death."

Kite Man pulled Zha Kang backward.

He really thought that Zha Kang was taking the opportunity to take revenge.

But no.

"There's something strange in his body that's preventing the healing magic from taking effect!"

Zha Kang said to Selena with a gloomy face:

"You can hurry now, the trouble is really big."

"My potions are useless. It seems that the mysterious side power can't help at the moment."

Mason rubbed his chin, and after making eye contact with Catwoman who was looking at him for a few seconds, he turned back to Kite and Zha Kang and said:

"Let's split up! You two and Selina go to Wayne Manor to 'invite' the old butler Alfred over. I'll go to Dr. Leslie's clinic, which has professional equipment.

Remember, never alert other people.

Batman told me that there is a traitor within the Bat Family, and now there is no point in hiding Batman's identity."

The young man glanced at the old man. In this dim shop, he took a deep breath and whispered to Charles and Constantine:

"Actually, the true identity of Batman, who has been guarding Gotham for more than 20 years, is..."

A few seconds later.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Zha Kang covered his face and screamed:

"He is a superhero and a world-class rich man at the same time? Damn it, I finally know why Xiao Zha still misses him. How can I argue with this bastard!"

The kite man next to him was puzzled by another question.

He pulled Mason's sleeve and asked in a low voice like a wise man:

"Boss, if Bruce Wayne has been playing Batman, then who is playing Bruce Wayne at the same time?"

"Well, that's a good question."

Mason rubbed his forehead and sighed:

"I can't answer you yet, but I think that instead of answering, we should take action now. We have to save Bruce before this poison completely turns him into a cripple.

This attack is probably just the beginning.

We need him to be healthy, and so is this city that is going to suffer."

ps:

It will be on the shelves tonight, please support me brothers!

Of course, there is no need to wait specially at this time of year to avoid catching a cold. If your health is important, don’t stay up late. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to open your eyes and read Chapter 50 when you wake up tomorrow morning~