The Track of Dawn In the World of Marvel

  Chapter 5 5. Hundreds of dollars a month, what are you doing!

  In the bat cave underground in Wayne Manor, the old butler Alfred made himself a third cup of coffee and sat in front of the super cool bat computer with tired steps.

   In front of the old man's eyes, the twenty-four screens are monitoring various important locations in Gotham City in real time.

  When Batman went out to patrol the night, Ah Fu helped to monitor the city, which sounds very evil. Of course, when there was Robin in the past, this job would be handed over to Robin.

   "The young master is attacking the black mask's drug factory on Naihe Island. The progress is in order. The bank in the East District was robbed by thugs. Calculate the time and plan the route. The young master just happened to be able to deal with them on the way back.

   There was a gun battle in the Audisburg area, the firepower density is very powerful.

let me see"

  Ah Fu pushed his reading glasses, took a sip of fragrant coffee and zoomed in on the monitor. After a few seconds, the old man's expression became serious, and he dialed the communication immediately.

   "Ah Fu, I'm busy."

   Batman's deep voice came.

   But the old butler ignored it, but said in a short tone:

   "Mason Cooper was attacked, at Gordon's safe house, he is on the run, maybe needs backup."

   "?"

  Master asked in surprise:

   "Lucius helped him set up that safe house, and the level of secrecy is very high. How come... Wait! Isn't the gang killer here?"

"no."

  Ah Fu stared at the fast-moving men in black on the screen, he pursed his lips and said:

   "Master, Lei Xiaogu's assassins have returned to this city."

   "Immediately plan the best route for the Batmobile! Send out the Batmobile to support Mason and save that young man!"

   Batman's voice also raised a few degrees, and Ah Fu immediately became busy in the Batcave.

   On the other hand, Mason Cooper, who is in the war zone, doesn't know that Batman is on his way, and he will feel like he is really going to die.

   These killers in front of them are indeed the ace of Penguin.

   Their combat literacy is so much higher than those of the gangsters. Let me give you the most intuitive example. Even if Mason has a BUG-like combat aid, it is difficult to hit them with the configuration of the aiming frame and the preset trajectory.

   These guys are on the move all the time.

  And anyone who has played FPS games knows that the difficulty of shooting a moving target is much higher than that of a fixed target.

In this seldom-occupied fourth-floor apartment, those silent men in black were walking fast in groups of three, as if they were playing a cat-and-mouse game with Mason, but their offensive methods were very brutal and they encountered obstacles Destroyed directly by explosion.

   There is also a gunman with night vision goggles leading the way, making Mason's escape quite difficult.

   Fortunately, the free aiming frame of the combat aid can at least mark Mason's movement when the enemy is approaching, just like a small radar, which allows him to barely maintain a slight advantage in dangerous gun battles.

  Director Gordon's gun had run out of bullets, and was thrown out by Mason as a "hidden weapon" to make the man in black rushing in front of him short and dodge.

  Taking this opportunity, he took a step forward, turned the handle of the umbrella, popped out the fighting spear, and stabbed forward fiercely, quite like a rifle assassination technique.

   "Successfully performed a melee execution, the fighting skill branch is opened, currently Lv0."

  The man in black who was attacked had his eyes widened, probably because he didn't expect this black umbrella to be so tricky.

  But being pierced through the heart made him fall to the ground in an instant, and Mason quickly grabbed the gun in his hand. In the chaos, there was no time to aim precisely.

  He didn't have time to look at the prompt, rushed to the window and smashed the glass with the **** of his gun, and glanced down.

   This is the second floor.

  If you fall, you may die.

   "铛"

  A chubby object was thrown into the house, and Mason only had time to look back before jumping down while swearing and grabbing the window frame.

   There was a loud bang.

  The exploding grenade in the room caused dazzling flames to spurt out of the window, and the impact was like a heavy fist on the young man, causing him to roll and fall on the lawn outside the apartment.

  The soft ground allowed Mason to avoid the danger of falling and getting a headshot, but falling from a high place made his legs ache.

   Possibly a broken bone?

   "poof"

  Mason grabbed the Batman's self-use hemostatic agent given by Director Gordon before, and injected a needle towards his leg.

  The cold liquid injected into his veins allowed him to barely regain his ability to move after a few seconds, but the darkness hidden by the crisis around him forced him to limp and run forward.

  Those Penguin killers have come around.

  There were several cars parked at the intersection in front of Mason. In the light curtain in front of Mason's eyes, the free aiming frame had locked on more than a dozen enemies. This situation of ambushes made the young man feel desperate.

   But before those guys closed in, the familiar sound of bombardment sounded from the dim sky.

  Mason looked up and saw that the ghostly bat-fighter was swooping down from the sky, and the high-speed rotating machine gun kept firing at the ground, blasting the vehicle in front of him abruptly and creating a way for the young man to escape.

   "It's you, my lord, at the critical moment."

  Mason was overjoyed to survive the desperate situation. Leaning on Penguin's umbrella and dragging a snatched gun, he ran towards the direction of the cover of combat skills, and shot backwards while running.

  He didn't know that Alfred was controlling the fighter remotely at this time, but Mason knew that the appearance of the bat fighter was his only chance of escape.

  He had to run to an open area to board the fighter plane before the plane landed.

  Behind him in the darkest night of the day, the Bat fighters patrolled back and forth and covered the man in black with constant firepower, pressing the man in black back into the apartment. The exchange of fire between the sky and the ground behind him had the momentum of a frontline battlefield.

   But this is a scene that happened in the main city of Gotham.

   I have to say that the fact that the gang killer raided the police safe house and the superheroes in the city came forward to save people is really Gotham.

   "I'm here! Come on!"

   Mason gritted his teeth and endured the pain and climbed up to the roof of a two-story building. Apart from his legs, at least two bullet holes were bleeding from his body.

  Thanks to the injection of hemostatic analgesic just now, otherwise the pain alone would be enough to overwhelm this young man.

   But even so, he is already at the end of his battle.

   Fighting against the well-trained killers of men in black had already exhausted Mason within seven or eight minutes, and the little pride that arose after beating the gangsters before had disappeared.

   Defeating the creature at the bottom of Gotham's food chain is really nothing to be proud of.

  He waved his hands in the dark night, watching the Bat-fighter flying down in his direction, a sense of rejoicing that he survived the catastrophe made the disgraced young man smile.

   But before the smile faded away, three rockets flew out from the darkness behind them, dragging a long tail flame and roaring into the ghostly fighter plane.

  Ah Fu's maneuvering skills are really good. He let the Bat fighter dodge the first two rounds with a classic falling leaf, but was hit by the last round.

In the light of the huge fireball soaring into the sky, the bat-fighter dragging black smoke slanted past Mason's head like a bird with broken wings, and finally hit the big square three blocks away and became a Burning torches in the dark.

   "!"

  Mason watched this scene dumbfounded.

  A cold breath enveloped my heart at this moment.

   To be able to take down Batman's fighter plane, this must be no ordinary gangster killer!

  And now he is being hunted down by these lunatics, without the fire support of the fighter plane, he is tired and injured, and he immediately feels that his future is bleak.

   "Penguin's men are too hardworking, right?

  I know he bought you insurance and treated you well, but is it really worth it for a boss who is sent to prison?

  With so little money every month, what fate are you playing! "

  Mason cursed and got down on the roof of the two-story building, and put the gun he had snatched in his hand on the eaves to point it in the direction where the men in black came.

  His leg was injured, so running away rashly is just a way to die, and now the only hope is to hold on here until Batman's magic weapon descends from heaven.

   Fortunately, the distance has been increased, and I should be able to delay for a while by relying on combat assistance.

boom!

  A sudden gunshot caused Mason to roll over while covering his face. The bullet just now shattered the scope of the rifle in his hand and grazed his cheek like a knife, almost killing his head.

   "There are snipers!"

  This idea rushed into the young man's mind, causing him to immediately hold up the penguin's umbrella. Almost at the same time, a second bullet hit the bulletproof surface of the armed umbrella.

  Under Mason's gaze, the sharp projectile spun like a dagger, drilled a hole in the umbrella surface and hit the ground beside him, splashing a stream of sparks.

  Penguin’s umbrella is okay for defending against small-caliber bullets, but it can’t defend against sniper bullets!

   Mason felt a chill in his heart.

  Are the gangster killers in Gotham so professional? Chasing and killing me, an ordinary person actually even used a sniper?

  Mason quickly took off his coat and wrapped it around the closed umbrella, and put his baseball cap on the tip of the umbrella. This is the way he learned from film and television works to deal with snipers.

  He didn't act rashly.

   Instead, he lay down on the ground and took the rifle with the shattered scope and quietly set it up on the other side of the eaves.

  He stopped paying attention to the constantly moving free aiming frame on the light curtain, and focused all his attention on the sniper's position.

   After taking a deep breath, Mason squinted his eyes and lifted the disguise prop in the other hand, but the opponent was obviously not fooled and did not use the disguise. Instead, he calculated the distance and fired three shots at the position where Mason might be lying on his stomach.

  The random eaves bricks next to his head made the young man sweat coldly, but the moment the opponent fired, a small aiming frame finally jumped out in front of his eyes.

   Calculated from the distance, this is at least 500 meters!

  The gun in his hand is a short-range submachine gun. At such a long distance, the preset trajectory even has a projectile trajectory, but it doesn’t matter. Mason adjusted the muzzle height so that the preset trajectory coincided with the aiming frame.

   Pull the trigger.

boom.

   The flying bullets brought a star point.

   There is no prompt for shooting execution, it seems that it missed.

   Mason was a little disappointed.

   But the situation soon did not allow him to continue to be disappointed. He turned his gun and aimed at the men in black assaulters who had rushed around the building below and started shooting.

   And at a certain window of the apartment that was smoking black smoke five hundred meters away, a small figure dressed in a black man's attire frowned.

  He looked at the scope of the sniper rifle in his hand that was split by bullets, and touched the weak scratches on his cheeks.

   "Such accurate shooting at this distance is close to the category of 'super shooting'. The Penguin Gang's information is wrong! Is that guy really just a 17-year-old dropout?"

  The little man said to the two commanders in black standing behind him:

   "The target of the battle has changed, capture him alive!"

   A few seconds later, Mason, who was under great pressure, suddenly felt that the number of bullets shot from around him had decreased significantly, which made him feel relieved and at the same time feel more pressure.

  The killers of the men in black have an absolute advantage.

  They stopped shooting now and they must have taken him back alive to be tortured. The Penguin Gang definitely didn’t have any strict rules, but he, a traitor, would definitely not end well if he was caught.

   "I have to work hard!"

  Mason threw away the empty rifle and grabbed Penguin's armed umbrella.

He took a deep breath, waiting for the first wave of men in black to rush to the roof, then opened the umbrella and rushed out, emptied all the bullets in the handle of the umbrella in one breath, and twisted the handle of the umbrella at the moment surrounded by people to let the green The poisonous gas sprayed from the umbrella tip.

  The poisonous gas jet lasted for a few seconds and was replaced by a flame jet, causing several men in black to scream and fall from the roof, but Mason was also slashed several times.

  He was forced to the corner of the eaves, twisted the handle of the armed umbrella to the end, and the hollow and sharp tip of the umbrella popped out with a bang, directly piercing the heart of a man in black at this distance.

  Mason couldn't even stand still.

   There was even a dizzy dizziness in front of his eyes. Seeing the people in black surrounded him, he grabbed the handle of the umbrella with his last strength and slammed it, and the hidden staff and sword were pulled out.

   This will be his last defiance.

   "嗡"

  The low roar of the engine sounded from the other side of the street. After smashing two walls in a row, the black chariot with a thick and stylish shape and bat decoration rushed into the battle zone like a tank.

   This is exactly the "Soldier from Heaven" that Mason has been looking forward to!

  Although it was nearly a thousand meters away from Mason's location, the entry of the Batmobile still made the people in black immediately adjust their combat focus.

  Especially the short Commander.

  He seemed particularly excited.

   "Batman appears! He's mine! Haunt him!"

   "Batman Appears!"

   The same idea also appeared in Mason's mind.

  The young man's tense spirit suddenly relaxed at this moment, and the blood loss caused his eyes to go dark, so he fell from the eaves of the second-story building while holding the stick and sword.

   This action will definitely get a headshot.

  But just before Mason passed out completely, he felt himself being caught by a pair of powerful hands, and what came into view was a face with a weird mask.

   "Hello, Penguin Betrayer."

  The man stabbed a sedative into Mason's neck in a gentle tone, and whispered to the shaky young man:

   "What a show, and I think it's well worth the trip tonight. Well, go to sleep, and you won't realize what an honorable opportunity you have until you become one of us.

   Anyway, welcome to join us.

  Welcome to the Stars Club.”

   "Put him down!"

   Several killers in black surrounded him from all sides.

   Obviously, this guy who suddenly appeared was not one of them.

  Facing the glaring sword and the black muzzle of the man in black, the guy holding Mason sneered disdainfully, and with a flick of his hand, a one-handed sword with a golden hilt like a golden eagle's wings jumped into his hand.

   He waved lightly.

  The dazzling streamer erupted from the blade, blinding the unprepared killers in black, and then the muffled sound of the sharp blade piercing the body resounded in the dark alley.

However, the battle was over in three or four seconds. It was a one-sided massacre. Surrounded by **** corpses, Mason carried the comatose Mason and thoughtfully helped him take back the tip and accessories of the armed umbrella. The mysterious guy walked quickly. Walking to the end of the alley, he opened a door casually.

  He glanced back at the battlefield one last time.

   With a little greed and longing, he looked at the black figure in the distance who was beating up the Assassin Alliance killer with the assistance of the Batmobile, and then shook his head regretfully and walked into the door and disappeared.

  (end of this chapter)