The track of dawn in the world of American manga

Chapter 88 40. Feel your stepmother’s love, you crooked little bastard--[2350]

The self-destruction program in the collection room caused a small part of the Batcave to collapse, but when I originally chose this place as my base, I had already taken into account the inherently unsafe properties of the cave and therefore made overall reinforcements to the Batcave.

There isn't much rockfall in the remaining area, but the bad news is that the path leading to the Bat Hall has been collapsed by the explosion.

To make matters worse, Mason and Damian Wayne, the maniac who started it all, are trapped in a tight area.

When the explosion occurred, Mason used his flying claw gun to avoid most of the impact, but the accompanying shock almost caused him to be pinned down by a rock. Although he was not injured, he lost his important gun Old K.

This loyal green-mounted shotgun helped Mason block a falling rock in the explosion just now, and ended his short but wonderful life in this way.

The corners of Mason's mouth twitched in distress. Everything has emotions after being used for a long time.

All he has left now is a combat shotgun, a hand cannon with only two bullets, and a freeze gun.

Damian was hit head-on by the explosion.

Logically speaking, this would definitely seriously injure the child, but when he climbed up from the stone debris, he just pulled off the burned cloak and threw it aside, and then screamed at Mason with the broken knife.

The young man noticed that there was a faint green light remaining on the little lunatic's body, and knew that he must have some kind of protection for him who was "born in a noble family".

Maybe it has something to do with magic.

After all, the League of Assassins existed before the Middle Ages. Such a long time was enough for the King of Assassins, Damian's grandfather, to collect enough magic items.

Coupled with the existence of the miraculous Lazarus Pool that can resurrect the dead, although Damian in front of him is only the height and size of an eleven or twelve-year-old child, his destructive power is definitely no greater than that of members of the Bat family.

Difference.

that's the truth.

Damian rushed over dragging the knife, and knocked the Hagrid hunting knife out of Mason's hand three times in a row.

The young man has been fighting as a shooter and alchemist since his rebirth. He is very resistant to close combat and has not learned much about fighting. In this small area, he suffered a lot when facing Damian, a young martial arts master.

"boom"

Relying on the talent of quickly drawing a gun, he fired the freezing gun three times in a row, freezing the surrounding area but still unable to harm Damian.

The little lunatic seemed to have something similar to "combat intuition". When Mason pulled out the double-barreled hand cannon, he rolled over, not only dodging two consecutive rounds of cursed bullets, but even the ghost that lit up later.

Mason's giant hunting knife was picked up under the blue beam.

"A nice weapon, perfect for cutting off your head."

Damian's fingers brushed the blade of the hunting knife, and he expertly assumed a domineering knife-holding posture.

When Mason used the ice ray to distance himself, the little assassin waved his hand and threw out poisoned plum blossom darts, which were so outrageous that they shot at about the same speed as bullets.

He just used the trajectory of the dart to force Mason in front of him.

"Shua"

The young man returned the favor.

The left arm armor was raised, and four petrified darts shot out, but the guy opposite held a knife with both hands and used a move similar to the Iai Slash to cut them off in the air.

Seeing this scene, Mason completely gave up the idea of ​​fighting with Damian in close combat. He was sure that if necessary, this little madman would be happy to show him the unique skill of "cutting bullets with a knife".

"You little monster!"

The young man complained:

"How did your mother train you? Did you learn to hold a knife when you were a baby?"

“It took Bruce Wayne three years to pass the Master Trial of the League of Assassins when he was twenty and it only took me nine months when I was eleven!”

Damian used his flexible movements to dodge the freezing beams shot by Mason like a monkey in the closed area with complex terrain, while sarcastically saying without blushing, without even a beating heart, and without even breathing:

"I don't know how he trained you, Mason, but there is no doubt that you, a guy who only dares to hide and shoot from a distance, can't fight at all."

"Then you are really awesome."

Mason activated the combat assistance, and the free aiming frame began to quickly lock on Damian's figure in the dark area. He held the freezing gun with both hands and took a look at the precarious capacity of the quick-freezing liquid, and said:

"I guess your crazy grandfather has been letting you soak in the Lazarus Pool since you were a child, right? Only that kind of unscientific stuff can make you reach your peak as an adult when you are twelve years old.

Physical strength and strength.

It's like feeding you poison when you were a child to let you gain strength, teaching you killing techniques but not giving you a heart to control power.

You are far worse than your father!

In every way!”

"Shut up!"

Damian shouted harshly and at the same time turned around and threw three poison darts. This action paused his rapid movement on the rock wall, and Mason caught the opportunity.

He fired seven shots in a row, turning the last bit of freezing liquid into freezing rays and firing them out. While freezing half of the stone wall, Damian's body was also successfully infected with the eerie frost.

The little assassin's speed suddenly slowed down.

At the same time, Mason pulled out the blast shotgun and emptied a magazine in a few seconds. The smoke cleared and the ice shattered. Damian fell from the stone wall and fell to the ground, lying there not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

But no kill prompt popped up in front of Mason's eyes.

"Stop pretending!"

While loading cursed bullets into his hand cannon, the young man pulled out Maxi Zeus' lightning scepter from his bag and aimed it at Damian, shooting a cool golden current.

Regardless of the attack effect of this thing, at least it is very powerful visually. The swirling lightning is really like the thunder thrown by the god king in mythology.

But it failed to cause any harm to Damian.

His plan to pretend to be seriously injured to lure Mason closer and then deliver a fatal blow was seen through. The little assassin stopped pretending and jumped up against the flying lightning. He fired the flying knives in his arms one after another, but Mason used the lightning scepter to hit him in the air.

Shot down in succession.

There are a lot of good things in this little guy.

While drinking some kind of ancient-looking medicine, he approached Mason very quickly and struck with a knife, but Mason blocked it with the golden lightning rod held in both hands.

But when the weapons collided without any force, the young man's expression changed slightly.

At this distance, he had no time to dodge. Damian abandoned the knife and stepped forward. The two fingers of his left hand came together to form a sword and stabbed his chest with a whoosh. The next moment, severe paralysis and pain broke out in his body, causing Mason to stagger back.

"The martial arts my grandpa taught me are much more powerful than Batman's benevolent tactics."

The little lunatic, who was sure of victory, lifted Hagrid's hunting knife from the ground, stretched his neck and stepped forward with a grin, his eyes glowing slightly green in the darkness.

That was probably the residual sequelae of long-term exposure to magic water.

He said:

"I am destined to take over the legacy left by the great Lei Xiaogu in the future, and the Assassin's League hidden in the darkness will also return to the sun under my leadership.

You, Nightwing, the third generation of Robins, Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, you are all just substitutes that the pathetic Batman found to make up for the missing family.

Even Batman himself"

Damian scoffed at the nickname, saying:

"He will die tonight! I will not allow anyone to interfere with my battle. Mason, you should have died a long time ago. That night in the Audisburg District, the sniper bullet I fired should have

Break your brain.

I won't let you escape again today."

"Well said, little one. I think I should have died a long time ago. I may have died once."

Mason drank a whole bottle of blood tonic to make the pain in his chest and drive subside. He felt like the sweet and fishy blood was pressing in his throat.

The little lunatic's technique similar to acupuncture just now was too vicious. If his body hadn't been strengthened by the level upgrade of the Association of Stars, he would have thrown himself into the street just now.

He is indeed a guy who has learned various killing techniques since childhood.

It's just so annoying.

He stood up holding the lightning staff of Maxi Zeus and said to Damian who approached him with a knife:

"But I think what I said is correct. You have all the skills but no mind to control the power. Do you think it's normal that with my shooting skills, I just shot you seven ice rays and missed six?

"

"boom"

A violent explosion sounded in the tunnel blocking the connection between this place and the Bat Hall.

Just in front of the stone wall that had just been frozen by Mason with the last of the quick-freezing liquid, the cluster blast of engineering bombs easily blew away the thick but fragile rock under the influence of the cold.

Damian turned around with a slightly changed expression, and saw Catwoman holding a sharp sword and the heavily armed Kite Man rushing in.

"Damian! You can't win in battle unless you are strong, otherwise Batman wouldn't be so feared."

Mason twisted the lightning scepter and used the golden electric current blast to push back the oncoming young assassin. He also used the Kite Man's low-altitude blast to fire the flying claw gun, taking himself and the freezing gun at his feet into the air.

He fell to a safe height a few seconds later. While rubbing his chest and coughing, he said to the little madman on the ground who was jumping up and down in anger:

"You may have passed that bullshit master trial in a shorter time than Batman, but if you want to catch up with his combat intelligence, you'd better practice for a few more years.

The League of Assassins does not lack a master, but there is only one Batman in this world!

A little idiot who thinks too highly of himself!

The crooked little lunatic.

Don't underestimate your father too much."

"Mason!"

Catwoman on the ground turned her wrist, letting the blood stains on the blade of Su Jie's Eagle sword fall to the ground. She blocked the exit of the explosion and stared at the little man holding the knife in both hands. She said:

"This is it."

"Yes, he is your nominal and legal adopted son, Selina."

Mason coughed and said:

"Perhaps you should take advantage of his father's absence to show off your stepmother's majesty, teach this little guy the rules of survival in Gotham, and at the same time speak out for your dearest little brother.

I was almost beaten to death by this little lunatic just now."

"You, a strong 17-year-old man, were bullied like this by an 11-year-old child. Do you still have the nerve to complain?"

Catwoman let out a weird laugh and pushed up her cat-eared mask, looked Damian up and down, and said:

"Maybe I should say the kid did a good job?"

"You! Selina Kyle!"

Damian also recognized Catwoman.

After all, even in Gotham City, where demons are raging, female heroes dressed like Catwoman are very rare. The little lunatic stared at Selina with a more hateful look, raised the hunting knife in his hand, and pointed the sharp blade at Catwoman,

explain:

"It was you who hindered my mother from moving forward with that man, and you made her very sad. She always wanted to kill you with her own hands, just to end that relationship in front of Bruce Wayne.

But I would rather give my mother a ‘gift’ with my own hands.

I wonder if you can still smile with your head in the gift box?"

"You're right, Mason."

Selina frowned and said:

"This little thing is really crooked and not cute at all!"

"The water in the Lazarus Pool is burning his mind, making him irritable and dangerous. Overgrowth is never a good thing. Catch him alive, Selina, he can still be saved.

But if we let him run away and go back to that twisted family for a few years, he will be completely hopeless."

Mason raised his crit shotgun and replaced it with a single-head bullet, while kneeling down to aim, he warned:

"Of course, you can stab him a few times to build up the authority of the stepmother. Don't worry, he won't die as long as I'm here. At most, he will suffer a little physical pain."

"clang"

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant hunting knife collided with the blade of Su Jie's Eagle. Damian let out a war cry and pressed the blade forward, but was unexpectedly kicked in the chest by Catwoman with her long leg.

With the desperate height difference between the two of them, Selena didn't even have to adjust her posture when she kicked him.

Damian jumped back a few times to regain his balance. Just as he was about to step forward to fight with the knife, he was hit in the calf by bullets flying. Although the weird accessories helped him offset the damage, the interruption of the rhythm forced him to fight.

Selina stepped forward with her sword.

Since joining K-Team, Catwoman has taken the initiative to fight very rarely.

She has never used all her strength to fight, but in this hidden and uninhabited corner, Selena, who appears as a "stepmother" with the help of Mason, will be very aggressive towards her crooked "adopted son".

She is indeed a strong woman who can still maintain a certain advantage after being entangled with Batman for more than ten years.

A master-level and highly personal fighting skill, with impressive physical toughness and a light and sharp blade specially made for the Assassins in his hand, he can always inadvertently reach for his claws like a black cat.

It also leaves scars on the irritable children.

In less than a minute and a half, Damien, who was full of momentum, was suppressed.

Sujie's Eagle has been enchanted by a curse!

Damian hadn't felt the first few scars yet, but the longer the battle continued, the more the little madman could feel the physical weakness and mental pressure.

It was hard for him to even concentrate when he was cornered by Catwoman and that damn elusive bullet.

What's even more terrible is that the blind light that suddenly shines when the Sujie Eagle is flipped lightly in Catwoman's hands can get stuck every time Damian tries to fight back.

It's like an extremely precise "skill interruption", which makes the little madman more and more frustrated.

Through the secret technique of breath identification taught by his grandfather, he could feel that the threat from Catwoman was not great, and he even had an advantage in strength. However, when facing Mason, he was overshadowed by the opponent's terrain, and when facing Catwoman, he was defeated again. The "stepmother" uses skills to suppress it.

Two consecutive failures and the oppression of a mental curse made the confident Damian feel depressed.

He decided to suspend the battle where he was at a disadvantage and return to the darkness to find a fighting chance again.

"boom"

A special smoke bomb was thrown at Selina's feet. The Assassin's League's special smoke burst completely obscured a small area. Damian disappeared into the darkness like a ghost and planned to leave.

This was the first lesson he received in the Assassin's League, about how to escape safely from a battle.

But this smoke may block Catwoman's sight and make other tracking methods ineffective, but the free aiming frame in front of Mason will not let him get used to it.

"boom"

With a crisp sound, Damian, who was hit in the leg, tumbled out from the edge of the smoke in a panic.

The bullets flying out from the second gunshot directly broke the hook lock he used for swinging, causing the injured little lunatic to dance and fall from the height to the ground.

"Whoosh"

The black cat-tail whip was swung out of the thick smoke and wrapped around the waist of the fallen Damian, then pulled him into Selena's arms.

The unruly child was still struggling, but in the next moment, the cold-faced stepmother cut him on the back of the neck with his palm. She then took out the powerful sedative that Mason had made for Team K from her belt and stabbed it into the little assassin's neck.

Damian's struggle became weaker and weaker, and after a few seconds, he fell asleep completely in Selena's arms.

Kite Man took Mason and fell to the ground. The limping Captain of Team K stepped forward and looked at Damian in Catwoman's arms. He curled his lips and said:

"This little guy is so cute when he sleeps. I really want to suffocate him with a pillow."

"Go aside!"

Selena snorted and said:

"I don't plan to give Bruce a child in this life, as it will destroy my perfect figure and take away the relationship between me and him, so the arrival of this little guy may also be a gift.

But Damian’s education issue is really going to be put on the agenda!

Mason, tell me, is that bitch Thalia here tonight?"

Facing Catwoman's meaningful question, Mason shrugged, glanced at Damian who was already in Selina's arms, and whispered:

"You stole someone else's lover, and then someone else's child, and now you're going to give her a failure and then kill her. Are you stepping into the role of the 'evil stepmother' a little too fast?"

(End of chapter)