The track of dawn in the world of American manga

Chapter 81 33. Then our K team must help out——[1650]

Grayson's unpainted Batmobile drove directly underground through the large entrance and exit of the base. When it was parked in the garage, its armor still had blood stains and dents left by heavy weapons bombardment.

Fortunately, the master has always been willing to spend money on his own weapons and equipment, and he knows that useful things must be expensive, so even though it looks miserable, this Batmobile still maintains considerable integrity.

"It might need a fresh coat of paint, Alfred."

The cabin slid open, and Nightwing, who was wearing a titanium alloy bat suit, jumped out. While carrying his silent girlfriend out of the car, he said to Ah Fu who was coming over:

"The desert-colored camouflage is too conspicuous in the city. I was almost hit by several rockets during my emergency evasion. Is there any special painting equipment for the Batmobile here?"

"Don't worry about this, Master Grayson, leave it to me."

Alfred held the coffee cup and said to Nightwing with a smile:

"This used to be the experimental base for the Batmobile. There is a complete set of modification equipment here. It may take us an hour or two before we can set off. This is enough time for it to be sprayed with a beautiful and low-key black stealth paint.

Of course I'll have to ask its current owner for advice."

Having said this, the old housekeeper glanced at Barbara Gordon, who was held in Nightwing's arms. The latter seemed tired and buried her head in her boyfriend's chest, showing no expression.

"Master Wayne is waiting for you."

Alfred took a sip of coffee and said:

"Come up quickly, the color of your 'handsome clothes' may also need to be fine-tuned."

"Thanks for the reminder, Alfred."

Dick Grayson, who successfully picked up his girlfriend from a group of black warriors from the League of Assassins, seemed very happy. He hugged Barbara and said goodbye to Alfred before taking the elevator.

In the garage, the old housekeeper sighed.

In the shadow behind him, Mason also reached out and took off the hood covering his head to reveal himself.

He walked towards his Batmobile, showing great annoyance at the fact that his car was "scratched" by Nightwing. While stroking the uneven outer armor caused by the explosion, he said to the old man behind him:

"You said that the big lover really didn't guess it? Or are you unwilling to face the truth? I think everyone in the Bat family should have an answer.

Even old Gordon."

"She's a good kid."

Alfred didn't answer the question.

The old man obviously didn't want to discuss this topic, so he asked:

"Do you want to paint it in classic black? Or change it to another color?"

“My friends and I don’t need to drive it around a city in the dark, so black has no special advantages for us.

I'd like it to be painted gray if possible.

Dull gray, by the way, strengthen the external armor so that it can charge with the hail of bullets."

Mason sat on the hood of the Batmobile and said:

"Then we will add all the missing combat modules of this prototype vehicle. We will fix the weapon system ourselves and remove the remote control lock in the engine.

Take this as your reward, Alfred.

After all, my friends and I have to fight for Batman's cause and his city."

"Of course, Mason."

The old butler walked to the edge of the garage and used his fingerprint to activate a vehicle modification machine hidden in the wall. He skillfully manipulated several robotic arms to move the Batmobile prototype into the modification garage and said:

"So you also helped to improve the zombie virus vaccine?"

Alfred's question went unanswered.

In silence, the old man looked back and saw that there was no trace of Mason in the garage.

This "Batman behavior" made the old butler snort with dissatisfaction, then he picked up his coffee and followed Mason's request to modify this already highly completed prototype car.

In fact, Mason did not deliberately ignore Afu's inquiry.

In most cases, he is a very respectful person, but something happened suddenly.

When he quickly left the garage and came to the edge of the abandoned factory outside the base, Mason took out the old flip phone and waited for a few seconds before the dial rang again.

He put the phone to his ear and said:

"Charles? Where are you?"

"I just got my kids to safety, boss."

The kite man gasped and replied:

"Now they are being chased by three Assassin League helicopters. These people are simply crazy! They are trying to blow up the city's energy pipelines and the Gotham River bridge to make the city an island."

"Deal with the pursuers as soon as possible!"

Mason replied:

"Find a quiet place and let's have a good talk."

"Roger, wait a moment, boss."

Kite Man did not hang up the communication.

Tens of seconds later, several violent explosions and screams came from Mason's cell phone. After another ten seconds, Charles' tired voice rang again.

He said:

"The pursuers have been dealt with, and the flying bombs on me have been used up. Boss, I know what you are going to ask. It was Poison Ivy and a psychiatrist named Harley Quinzel who were those bastards in Falcone.

Saved me and our staff during a bar raid.

By the way, is that your girlfriend?

She seems to be mentally unstable, even though she is bleeding, she keeps asking you if you are safe."

"You are half right, she is my female friend."

Mason took a deep breath and said in a strange tone:

"But I knew you and Poison Ivy would definitely become friends. Where are they two now? We are preparing a cooperative operation with the Bat Family, and I hope to invite them if possible."

"They left."

The kite man said regretfully:

"Poison Ivy said that the League of Assassins was convening a meeting of super villains and that someone was watching them, but she gave me a strange flower and said she would contact me through it if anything happened.

She said it was your potion that cured her and asked me to express her gratitude to you."

"Then come and meet me as soon as possible. I will send you the address. Be careful not to be followed."

Mason briefly stated the rendezvous point and then hung up the communication. At the flying speed of the Kite Man, it would take him almost twenty minutes to get here.

The young man looked back at the underground base behind him, thinking that by the time Charles came over, the Bat Family's "internal affairs" would be almost settled.

Mason did not go back but sat cross-legged in a place where wood was piled. He began to disassemble and maintain his three guns. He had planned to re-make this gun and add some special operations after getting enough special metals.

module.

These weapons are still deadly, but their destructive power is no longer sufficient for Mason's combat needs.

The young man felt that he urgently needed to upgrade the firepower of Team K.

"Why don't you go in?"

Catwoman's voice soon sounded behind Mason.

The eldest sister felt a little helpless at this moment. She walked to Mason and sat down, took out a lady's cigarette and held it in her mouth. She complained in a low voice without lighting it:

"It really gave me a headache watching those people guessing riddles! I knew clearly that the girl was a traitor, but I was unwilling to say it for various reasons.

Bruce is decisive in everything, but his indecisiveness on matters related to family and affection is annoying."

"How can you expect a man who lost his parents at the age of eight to handle these family conflicts?"

Mason wiped the barrel of the gun and said without raising his head:

"That is something he has never had but has always longed for. No matter how rational Batman is, he will never take the initiative to hurt his child, even if his child just gave him a knife in the back.

Look, trust is a dangerous dagger, which you hand to your companions behind you.

Maybe I should learn a little experience."

"Are you hinting at something?"

Selena said unhappily:

"We have a blood pact, Mason, and we can't hurt each other. Stop whining. What else do you know about the League of Assassins' operations in Gotham?"

"A lot, enough to scare you, Selina."

Mason looked around, then took out a strange-looking instrument and tested it.

After confirming that there was no eavesdropping device, he told Catwoman his conversation with Mr. Sandstorm in Arkham Asylum in a whisper that only two people could hear.

The news was so shocking that Selena dropped the cigarette from the corner of her mouth to the ground.

"We have to tell him!"

Catwoman jumped up.

She realized the seriousness of the problem, but Mason grabbed her wrist.

"We have to tell them, but we can't do it! Just calm down."

The young man looked into Catwoman's eyes and said seriously:

"If the price of saving the world is that we are exposed within the Society of Stars, I think this is not worth the gain. The best choice is for us to lurk inside to obtain more information and position ourselves as 'spies'.

And don't forget the curse, Selena.

You may die in Batman's arms the moment you say it, so fast that I won't have time to save you."

"Too."

Selena nodded.

The eldest sister crossed her arms and frowned, thinking. After a few seconds, she looked at Mason and said:

"So who are you going to use as the dove?"

"Constantine."

Mason quickly assembled the gun components in his hand and said to Catwoman:

"First of all, he is in another world. Even if the matter is leaked and the stars will find us, John will have an alibi. Secondly, John has developed magical skills that can be used to communicate across the world through his magic and curse tattoos.

Finally, although Zha Kang is unreliable, he has collaborated with the Justice League several times.

In the circle of top heroes, John's reputation is much greater than the three of us combined.

To sum up, he is the most suitable person to deliver the news."

"And if those guys insist on asking for evidence, John can use the excuse of 'magic' to fool them. Anyway, he has always been unsteady.

Being missing for months wouldn't attract anyone's attention."

Catwoman clapped her hands with bright eyes and said:

"Indeed, he is the most suitable candidate, but that secrecy curse."

"So you can't bring up any words related to the Association of Stars. You have to find the rules."

Mason stroked his left arm and said helplessly:

"We can only blur the information to avoid triggering the soul curse. John's experience in dealing with curses is second to none in the world. I believe he can grasp this degree.

Of course, Selena, you have your troubles too."

The captain of Team K raised his head and said to Catwoman:

"I think Batman must have doubted your relationship with us now. Instead of waiting for him to investigate secretly, why don't you find an opportunity to openly tell him about the existence of Team K.

Make up a better story.

I don’t ask him to believe me, but I want to stabilize him for the time being.”

"I'm good at this. I have rich experience in dealing with Batman."

Selina grinned, viewing this as another guessing game with Bruce Wayne, and then at Mason's request, Catwoman pulled out her sword and handed it to him.

Mason sat down after reassembling the firearm, took out two devil's gold coins and melted them into liquid with magic fire in front of Catwoman, then picked up the Midas Philosopher's Rod and other materials, and then took out Will Turner's forge

Notes.

While reading the records in the book, he drew and carved some mysterious runes on the blade of Su Jie's Eagle, which was as smooth as snow.

"What is this doing?"

Selina asked curiously,

Mason concentrated on drawing the lines and said without raising his head:

"Enchanted!

Allows your weapon to have the 'curse' property.

Fortunately, we have devil's gold coins, a high-end material that has its own cursed power. Otherwise, with my current level of enchantment and inscription, I would not be able to complete such a high-end operation.

It will definitely need to be modified in the future.

But when we go to the battlefield tonight, we can’t let you wield a blank slate weapon against Assassin, right?”

"You are really gaining more and more knowledge."

Catwoman sighed:

"Compared with your rapid progress, I am simply an ignorant jewel thief."

"Don't belittle yourself like this, Selena. I know you are also very talented in fashion design. I will ask you to teach me some tailoring skills later."

Mason activated [Swift Eyes and Quick Hands] and began to carve the main body of the curse inscription. The melted devil's gold coins turned into twisted and gloomy inscriptions and were painted on the sword body.

The young man said:

"And your amazing jewelry collection. If I need to contact jewelry processing, I hope you can provide me with some raw materials for a long time.

I can make those shiny little cuties into magic items for you to use.

John knows this very well and I plan to ask him for advice later.

finished."

Mason's golden rod left the blade of Su Jie's Eagle, and the golden lines painted on it shimmered in the darkness. Mason roasted it with magic fire for nearly a minute, then put it to his mouth and blew it gently.

A layer of golden gold powder disappeared into the dark night, and the inscription on the sword blade became dim as a decoration like a Damascus pattern.

Successfully complete an excellent craft and advanced weapon temporary enchantment, and the enchantment skill proficiency will be increased by X20.

Successfully complete an excellent craft·exotic inscription (curse) seal carving, the inscription skill proficiency will be increased by X20, and is currently Lv1.

Unlock inscription scrolls and magic ink making recipes.

Two reminders lit up in front of Mason's eyes, making the young man nod with satisfaction.

He placed the weapon with the primary enchantment in front of him to look at it. The excellent original entry of Sujie Eagle remained unchanged, except for the addition of a temporary information label of [Cursed Weapon]:

When bleeding the target's life, apply [Weakness Curse] and [Psychic Shock] to it.

Since the curse carrier of the Devil's Gold Coin has been transformed into the weapon itself, the curse no longer has a permanent effect, but the curse effect can be stacked multiple times until the target's spirit is completely defeated.

"Yes, its edge is even more deadly."

Mason returned the sword to Catwoman, then picked up Selina's cat tail whip and a bunch of unicorn mane. He wanted to add these processed high-grade materials to the whip to complete another "weapon upgrade" for it.

”.

Catwoman was on hand to guide Mason on how to knit to get better results. Girls are indeed naturally good at tailoring.

More than ten minutes later, the kite man finally arrived.

The smoke from the fierce battle and the indelible fatigue still remained on this poor guy's body. As soon as he landed, he asked his boss for a vitality potion and drank two bottles of it before he could recover.

"Boss, look at this!"

Charles picked up his phone and showed Mason the message. He said in a strange tone:

"Those madmen in Arkham sent me this, saying that I proved myself more powerful than Falcone and qualified to join the 'League of Evil' by slaughtering Falcone's minions.

They invited me to Arkham tonight.

He said he wanted to discuss the governance of Gotham."

"Huh? This is an unexpected surprise."

Mason raised his eyebrows.

A great idea came to mind.

But before he could say anything, Kite Man pointed to the top of the abandoned floor of the underground base not far away in a surprised tone and said:

"What is that girl in a wheelchair doing? Why is she so close to the edge of the building? This is too dangerous!"

"Um?"

Mason and Selina turned back at the same time. After seeing the figure on the top of the building clearly, their expressions changed and they immediately ran over there.

Something bad happened!

Batman may be losing another one of his children tonight

(End of chapter)