The track of dawn in the world of American manga

Chapter 90 42. Butler Man’s lifelong wish finally came true--[2550]

"Are you okay? How about I come?"

Less than half of it collapsed, and the entire defense system was destroyed. It was as miserable as the post-war ruins in the Batcave, where a large amount of fear poisonous gas still remained.

Mason looked at Tim Drake, the third-generation Robin, who had a bruised nose and swollen face and was pouring blood tonic and vitality potion into his mouth. He put on a red Robin suit and climbed into the Batfighter with difficulty.

The young man couldn't bear it and said:

"You should lie down in that Kryptonian treatment chamber and rest now. Bane broke at least five of your ribs, and I knew your organs were bruised without even looking.

There are also symptoms of mild concussion.”

"You are not familiar with the operation of the Bat-Fighter. It will be difficult for you to penetrate the airspace deployed by the Assassin Alliance all over Gotham as quickly as possible. Moreover, I can no longer continue fighting, and there is no use staying here."

The third-generation Robin struggled to fasten the seat belt on his body. During the process, he was hit by a painful wound and grimaced.

However, the blood replenishing agent extracted by Mason with the alchemy stone was very effective, and it quickly reduced the swelling in Tim's eyes, which were beaten to only a slit. While he skillfully started various programs of the Bat Fighter, he said to Mason:

"I will arrive in Central City in an hour at most to reestablish contact with the Justice League. At that time, the communication will be transferred to the backup bat network. You must report the battle situation in a timely manner.

As for Arkham, I'll leave it to you."

"In your situation, I'm really afraid that you'll die on the way. Robin's profession is really life-threatening."

Mason shook his head, took out a high-level blood replenishing agent from the medicine belt on his chest that was diluted ten times with unicorn blood and extracted with an alchemy stone, and threw it to Tim, saying:

"If you really can't hold it anymore, just drink it."

Tim did not refuse this kindness.

He took the bottle of silver potion that looked unusual and even emitted a shimmering light in the darkness, placed it in the card slot of the fighter console, and finally confirmed the route with Alfred before looking at others.

He quickly rose into the air, passed through the waterfall used to cover the outside of the Bat Cave, and disappeared into the night sky.

"How's Grayson doing?"

Mason withdrew his gaze and glanced at the Kryptonian treatment cabin. Selina was operating the seemingly sophisticated medical instrument there, and Old Afu, who had just changed his clothes and returned to the role of "Butler Man", shook his head.

Shake his head and say:

"He will probably be absent from the next mission to support Master Wayne."

"no!"

Mason said decisively:

"There are only a few people, and without the help of the eldest son, it will be very difficult to handle this matter. I really owe you the Bat Family!"

He complained and looked very distressed as he handed the second potion mixed with unicorn blood to Ah Fu and said:

"Give him a drink. It's equivalent to a weakened version of the potion that Bruce Wayne drank. It will allow him to recover quickly and improve his physical fitness and so on.

The dignified Nightwing was actually beaten like this by Bain, it would be embarrassing to tell anyone about it."

Alfred looked at Mason sideways after saying this. After a few seconds, the old butler said quietly:

"You obviously have a problem with your understanding of the strength of super villains. Mason Bane is already a very powerful character around the world. The fact that Master Dick can fight with him for so long shows that he is in Blüdhaven."

Time is not wasted.”

"All right."

Mason was obviously disapproving and still felt that the young master was a loser.

He walked towards the outside of the cave to find Clayface, who had turned around and helped him to complete his previous agreement. Before leaving, he suddenly whispered to Alfred:

"Did you see that tied up naughty kid over there?"

"Um."

Old Afu nodded and said indifferently:

"A minor war criminal who was obviously misled by the radical ideas of the Assassin's League. It is difficult to imagine what kind of mentality those Assassins had to train such a child into a killing machine.

He must undergo professional psychological correction before he can return to a normal state.

And with the damage he caused to the Batcave tonight, maybe we should send him to Arkham Asylum. This kid is a threat to anyone.

He deserves a private room."

"Your assessment of that little lunatic is really accurate."

Mason suppressed his laughter and coughed, put his hand on the serious-faced Alfred's shoulder, and said:

"His name is Damian, Damian al Ghul, or Damian Wayne."

"Um?"

Alfred's expression suddenly changed.

The outstanding demeanor of Butler Man, who has always had the standard British gentleman style, broke through his defense instantly. He looked at Mason in disbelief, and the latter nodded to him and said seriously:

"Yes, he is Bruce Wayne's only bloodline so far. He is the product of Batman's romantic relationship with Iceberg's senior sister, Ms. Thalia, when he was studying in the League of Assassins.

I heard some rumors that Talia stole Batman's genes and raised Damian in the laboratory, but I personally prefer that this child is indeed the forbidden product of a twisted love.

Otherwise, it cannot explain why his character is so bad.

The good news is that the Wayne family has a daughter.

The bad news is that you may have a busy time over the next few years.

In addition to taking care of Batman, I also have to take care of a little lunatic who is a threat to everyone and should be put in Arkham Asylum."

"This is obviously two pieces of good news!"

Old Afu grinned.

The original distress and anger in my heart over the destruction of the Batcave instantly transformed into the joy and satisfaction of having my lifelong wish come true tonight.

This old man who was regarded as a true family member by Thomas Wayne and who single-handedly raised Bruce Wayne once pessimistically believed that his young master might not have any descendants after Catwoman escaped from marriage.

The Wayne family's bloodline that has been passed down for hundreds of years will be severed in a few decades.

But unexpected surprises often come so suddenly.

His obsession with persuading Bruce to give up his Batman career and become a playboy and find a good woman to marry and have children suddenly dissipated, and was replaced by another obsession that was rising again.

Bruce Wayne, the Batman, probably won't be able to change his hobbies in his lifetime.

Simply put, since Master Wayne is hopeless, let him be.

And since I am already old, it may be time to start a new, more important career in the manor that I have regarded as "home" after serving for my whole life.

But old Afu soon became entangled again.

He looked at Damian, who was tied to the platform by Catwoman and fell into a coma, then looked at Mason and said:

"Master Damian obviously needs professional mental comfort. Maybe I should order a batch of medicines from you now that are specially designed to heal the mind and have no side effects.

In addition, Ms. Selina told me that this child has been soaked in an evil pool for many years and has some residual magical effects. Maybe you can too.

Um."

The old butler looked Mason up and down, and finally extended the invitation and said:

"Perhaps you can become a member of the Wayne family's personal doctor team and become our personal alchemist responsible for Master Damian's health?

Salaries and benefits are completely negotiable.”

"Personally, although I don't want my career to be tied to the Wayne family, I am very willing to have an additional little drug tester. However, I think you should reach an agreement with this little lunatic first."

Mason lamented in his heart that every member of the Wayne family was so "near a billionaire", and then shook his head and said:

"It is not an easy task to convince him to change the twisted values ​​that have been completely shaped by the Assassin King."

"I have spent two-thirds of my life taking care of a man who is ten times more difficult than Master Damian."

Alfred smiled and said:

"I don't think this is a problem for me. Well, Master Damian needs a new room. Maybe we can prepare a small pet for him. A loyal little mastiff might be a good choice."

"Perhaps we can prepare a cow."

Mason recommends:

"Look for a cow with bat-like patterns on its body, and if you don't have any problem, you can ask some superheroes who are good at farm work to teach him how to milk a cow to pass the time.

Although it sounds very unreliable.

But believe me, I saw his love for small animals in this little madman's eyes.

Also, can you allow me to enter Batman's arsenal so that I can choose some weapon accessories?"

The young man took out the broken and unsightly old K from his bag, and said with full regret and reluctance:

"Before I came here, I knew that I had to sacrifice something for this victory, but I didn't expect that I would sacrifice my most beloved gun at the beginning. It had been with me through those difficult days and nights, and had given me so much

I bring confidence and warmth in desperate situations.

In order to cope with the coming battle, I may need to prepare a new weapon before we start again."

"Of course, this request is reasonable."

Alfred nodded like a gentleman, but then he glanced at the half-collapsed Batcave and reminded:

"But all the weapons Master Wayne keeps in the Batcave are non-lethal. This doesn't seem to be in line with your combat style?"

"No, they can be fatal."

Mason shook his head, took out his engineering toolbox from his bag and followed Afu towards the weapons depot. He whispered:

"It only takes a little 'modification' to make Batman's 'good weapons' evil again. Fortunately, I'm pretty good at this."

Soon, with Alfred's special authority, the Batcave's weapons arsenal was opened in front of Mason.

When he walked into it, he could see that it was filled with various types of equipment, including not only firearms but also various explosives stored in different categories.

From emergency door breaking to collapsed buildings, from the most conventional explosive fragments to sophisticated EMP missiles, the most exaggerated thing is that there are several large boxes of modular weapon accessories specially designed and produced by Wayne Industrial Technology R&D Department.

this.

Mason's eyes lit up when he saw these things. He quickly stepped forward to open an accessory box and took out a black stock made of special material used for firearm modification.

Information label pops up:

Modular firearm modification components

Quality: sophisticated engineering items·standard workmanship

Item effect: Standard modular design accessories allow users to complete the assembly and modification of standard weapons in a short time, and special designs also allow users to freely experiment according to their own needs.

Producer: Wayne Industries Military Technology R&D Department

Item description: This thing is like building blocks. Rookies can only use it to build houses, while experts can use it to assemble the Millennium Falcon fleet.

Tip: The drawings have been included. Engineering Lv2 is required to use modular components.

“So is it time to get really technical?”

Mason moved his fingers. He looked at several boxes of high-quality weapon components stacked around him. For the nth time, he felt deeply for the arrogance of the master and at the same time had a very bold idea.

Maybe you can take this opportunity to upgrade all your guns?

Other members of Team K also need more powerful weapons, and as the captain, I must prepare for the long-term development of the team.

Anyway, I guess I don’t care if these accessories are consumed. If he uses these alone, he will have to wait until the end of the year to use them up?

Just help him "clear his inventory" himself.

Thinking of this, Mason activated his drawings of several different models of critical shotguns on the translucent light screen in front of him, and began to use his L3 engineering knowledge to try to modify them.

These weapons are "initial weapons" and their structures are simple, so it is not difficult to improve and strengthen them.

In addition, the advantages and disadvantages of Lao K's various weapons collections included in Mason's "Weapon Drawing Library" have been marked, so Mason only needs to select and assemble them like a player to complete this transformation design.

live.

While he was modifying the drawings with his mind, he looked thoughtfully at the firearms that had been modified beyond recognition, and he realized that this might be the true essence of engineering.

After all, a good engineering master must not only make things according to fixed drawings.

Just like being reminded of the essence of alchemy by Catwoman, maybe I should add some "personal characteristics" to the weapons I make?

"Well, I felt before that the crit hand cannon was very powerful in close combat, but two bullets were not enough. The crit shotgun used for mid-range combat was inconvenient to carry and had poor accuracy.

It would be a waste to have only one semi-auto mode for a precisely calibrated crit shotgun."

Mason stood in front of a pile of accessories, rubbing his chin and thinking:

"The most important thing is that combat scenarios such as long-range sniping must also be considered. My shooting skills from a thousand meters away are enough, but my eyesight cannot keep up, so I have to get a potion enhancer that can permanently strengthen my eyesight.

Previously, a necessary scope also had to be assembled."

With this in mind, Mason took a few steps forward beyond the parts warehouse, and was surprised to see a small bullet production line deep in the Batcave's weapons warehouse.

This is a device specially designed for the master to produce special ammunition with various functions that will not cause death.

Mason has always wanted to get this thing, but he never had the time to look for it. Now, a trip to the Batcave has almost made up for everything he lacked.

He took out several cans of engineering gunpowder that had been prepared before from his luggage, and put this improved version of the explosive commonly known as "Goblin Engineer Gunpowder" into the device of the bullet production line.

The ammunition issue that has been plaguing Mason will also be resolved tonight.

After turning on the bullet production line and allowing it to be produced automatically, Mason quickly returned to the component warehouse and began to assemble the gun he wanted according to the drawings he had modified.

Even though he was satisfied with the money he got from the man who was never short of money, Mason still had regrets.

As he thought before, this ordinary type of weapon can no longer keep up with the battle scene between him and Team K. It is okay to deal with humanoid creatures, but it is already somewhat powerless when facing zombified magical animals, let alone

He said that he would definitely encounter more powerful enemies in future development missions and adventures in other worlds.

If a darkened version of Superman appeared in front of them, would they use ordinary bullets to attack him?

I'm afraid scratching the itch isn't enough, right?

"The next stage of the engineering branch is to find blueprints for more powerful weapons!"

Mason skillfully assembled various accessories with his hands, and he made up his mind and thought:

"These things are definitely not easy to deal with, but the upcoming trading day of the Stars Conference may be a good way, but this requires ensuring that Team K is not exposed in this incident.

Alas, the job of a spy is really not easy."

(End of chapter)