Volume 1: Welcoming Gotham Chapter 24 Stop pretending, you are not Batman at all!
At Gordon's house, Barbara was standing by the window of her room. This gentle red-haired girl was holding a silver-gray fighting stick in her hand.
There are bat-shaped logos on both ends of this thing, and blue high-voltage electric current is jumping on them.
She looked out the window toward the backyard.
In the darkness, she pressed the frame of her black-framed glasses, causing the lenses to shake like night vision goggles, reflecting several men in black carrying weapons climbing over the wall. In the yard next to her, there were also men in black advancing quickly like ninjas.
There are quite a lot of people coming, at least thirty!
"They've really got Mason hooked, and they won't go away."
Barbara's gentle face showed a trace of disgust, then she picked up a silver-gray earphone and plugged it into her left ear, saying softly:
"Batnet Security Access Code 0274, Codename 'Oracle' requesting communication to the Batcave, the content is as follows: Alfred, the Gordon House has been invaded.
Please support immediately! "
But the only response Barbara got was a busy tone in her headphones.
This made the former Batgirl's face change slightly. Did this group of people block the signal in advance?
So professional.
It is worthy of being the source of all Assassin legends.
But this was no problem for a former superhero. Barbara stepped back to the bed, opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a portable bat signal gun and put it in her arms.
Since the communication doesn’t work, let’s set off some big fireworks.
Barbara took a deep breath, split the fighting stick into two pieces, folded them up and hid them in the wheelchair, took out a few bat darts and held them in her hand, then quietly opened the door of the room.
At the same moment, several smoke bombs broke through the window and were thrown into the room, mixed with a flash bomb. The experienced Barbara immediately pushed the wheelchair around.
But the sudden stun bomb still hurt my ears.
Several figures rushed in amid the pungent smoke and rushed towards the girl in the wheelchair with swift and decisive movements. However, amid the muffled gunshots that followed, the one who rushed the fastest seemed to be hit by an invisible fist and fell to the ground.
A huge wound in the heart meant that the invisible gunman had begun the harvest, and the reason for not hitting the head was that Mason didn't want the dirt to splash on Barbara.
Although headshots are cool, they are too troublesome to clean up afterwards.
The men in black who were attacked immediately dispersed, but it was of no use.
Mason, hiding in the invisibility cloak, stood leisurely in the smoke, shooting them in the head one by one with a slender explosive shotgun at a distance of less than ten meters.
When Barbara regained her senses, there were only corpses on the floor besides her in the room.
This surprised the former Batgirl. When she heard her father say that Mason was a good marksman, she thought it was just an exaggeration.
But tonight I finally saw some real kung fu.
"I seriously suspect that my dad is blind. This is not something that can be summed up in three simple words: 'good shooting'."
Barbara covered her mouth and nose and pushed the wheelchair out of the house through the front door. She looked back at the body of the man in black in the house and the very rhythmic gunshots in the backyard.
Take your time.
Just from the rhythm, one can imagine a 17-year-old young man hiding in the dark, pulling the bolt of his gun, and killing these black-clad killers one after another with a cold and ruthless gaze.
"boom"
The former Batgirl raised her hand and shot the flare in her arms into the sky. The red light, like fireworks, flew into the sky and exploded under the dark clouds, gathering into a bat symbol.
The moment this thing lit up, the Penguin Gang members hiding at the front street corner also rushed over again, howling.
But three of them were knocked down by the bat darts thrown by Barbara.
She may not be able to deal with the assassins of the League of Assassins as she needs to rely on a wheelchair to move around, but it is no problem for her to bully these gangsters.
"Shua"
Barbara twisted her hands around the fighting stick.
The silver-gray staff spun and pulsed with blue electricity, illuminating the eager eyes of the hidden hero, now codenamed "Oracle".
As for the pistols in their hands...
Do not make jokes!
After she was shot by the Joker, Batman specially ordered this wheelchair and a set of bulletproof lined clothes for her.
The small-caliber bullet had no deterrent effect on her.
After all, to exaggerate a little, this sister's underwear is bulletproof!
While Barbara was fighting in the front yard, the battle in the backyard invaded by the men in black from the Assassin's League was even more intense. Bullets flew and men in black fell to the ground every moment, but these killers were completely unable to capture any trace of the enemy.
They could neither see who was shooting nor track the bullet's trajectory.
Even smoke bombs could not block the opponent's aim. It was like a ghost moving through the night. Anyone targeted by him would never be able to leave this ordinary yard intact.
Mason was shooting on the move, changing position after each shot to avoid being caught in the trajectory and counterattacked.
Wearing an invisibility cloak , he seemed to have a cheat. He walked one meter in front of a vigilant killer in black who was hiding by the courtyard wall, and shot him at the same time.
Just like that, another unlucky guy died.
The captain of the men in black felt something was wrong after losing one-third of their men in just a few minutes.
He immediately gave the order to retreat.
A large number of smoke bombs were thrown out to cover these guys' quick retreat, but the combat auxiliary free aiming frame still accurately locked every target in Mason's field of vision.
He didn't chase after her.
Instead, he bent down and took a few grenades from the waist of the headless corpse next to him. He adjusted the throwing curve in front of him, pulled the pin and threw them out one by one. A few explosions blocked the retreat of the men in black. Then he picked up an assault rifle and fired a volley of bullets, knocking down several of them.
Mason's shooting skills have undergone a qualitative change since his level 3 shooting skills. Coupled with his incredibly steady hands in any situation, his hit rate has been greatly improved even in continuous shooting.
He had no intention of letting these men in black go, as if any one of them ran away he would be in trouble.
However, after three consecutive shootings in the backyard, when Mason was reloading his explosive shotgun, the invisibility cloak he was wearing suddenly fluctuated slightly, and the magic power wrapped around it began to dissipate rapidly.
The bloody curse effect of the invisibility cloak was triggered at this moment, causing Mason to frown. The next moment, he was exposed to the already panicked men in black.
"There he is!"
Someone shouted, and then bullets whizzed towards them.
The young man slid into the corner of the wall without panicking. When he got the invisibility cloak, he knew it was unreliable, and his experience at Hogwarts also taught him how to fight.
He hid there and did not attack blindly. Instead, he held the double-barreled blaster cannon at his waist, breathing steadily and waiting patiently.
A few seconds later, several figures rushed out from two directions at the same time.
They raised their guns to shoot, but Mason was faster.
Triggering [Quick Draw] at close range made the young man shoot as fast as lightning. Two gunshots rang out almost at the same time, and the four men in black who rushed out from two directions were shot into sieves by the 16 hot steel balls from the two buckshot bullets.
"There are about thirty of them. Not counting these four, they still have six at most."
Mason squatted back in his hiding place like a senior, took off his invisibility cloak and stuffed it into his bag, opened his hand cannon and loaded it with large buckshot, while calculating in his mind:
"If I'm lucky, I can trigger another wave of rapid draws to end the battle. The 'special training' that Lao K brought me to the wizarding world really worked. Look how powerful I am now.
Oh, yes, there is also this good stuff!"
The young man took out two small gray bottles from his bag. They were filled with a liquid as viscous as mercury. These were potions that he and Kite Man found in the ruins of Hogwarts, but they had never been used.
Mason stared at it, and a label quickly popped up on the screen:
Petrification Potion
Quality: Excellent alchemical item, standard craftsmanship
Effect: All creatures that come into contact with the potion will be quickly petrified in a short period of time. The effect lasts for 120 minutes.
Status: Drawings collected
Item Description: The secret to making soup is to add some poisonous mushrooms and an old shoe heel...
Mason smiled and tossed the bottle up and down in his hand.
After waiting for a few seconds and seeing no sign of the men in black attacking, he turned around and took a glance. The free aiming frame in his field of vision accurately marked the positions of the remaining six people through the wall.
They were huddled together, seemingly discussing how to launch a surprise attack.
The young man took a deep breath, rushed out of his hiding place, and threw the petrifying potion at the heads of the men in black along the throwing curve in his field of vision, and raised his sniper rifle as he fell to the ground.
Sniper mode locks on aiming in one go.
There was a bang of a gunshot, and the gray medicine bottle that flew in a parabola was blown up in the air.
The crystals splashed and the mercury-like viscous potion was scattered everywhere like raindrops.
The six men in black who gathered together were caught off guard and were splashed with potion. They thought it was poison but did not feel any pain. Instead, the "ghost boy" who had been hiding rushed out on his own initiative. This made the captain of the men in black very happy and he grabbed his pistol and was about to shoot.
When he raised his hands, he saw a layer of gray substance spreading rapidly up his arms and legs like a spreading shadow.
Wherever that thing went, I was quickly losing all my senses.
Like him, his five subordinates were petrified into anthropomorphic "sculptures" in various postures in the blink of an eye in panic.
Mason got up from the ground with his gun in hand, brushed off the grass debris on his body, and walked out of the backyard of Gordon's House, intending to smash the stone statues to put an end to it once and for all.
As he walked, he pulled out the Sujie Eagle from behind and said:
"I swear, when I have some free time, I will make a few hundred bottles of petrification potion to use for self-defense. Isn't this much more useful than noisy and dangerous grenades?"
"Shua"
A black shadow passed through the night sky behind Mason, without affecting the young man's walking. He walked to several stone statues of various shapes, staring at their eyes that still contained expressions of surprise and fear.
He shook his head and swung the sword with a gorgeous golden eagle hilt.
At this moment, a prompt lights up:
"Enter combat mode..."
"Ding"
Mason turned around and slashed with his sword, knocking away the hidden weapon thrown at him from behind. The weapon fell to the ground and stuck in the ground in front of the young man, making him frown.
A standard-issue batarang.
In the darkness before him, the familiar figure leaped down from the eaves of Gordon's house.
As the black cloak swayed and slid down, the cool and low-key black armor was covered, leaving only the bat logo on the chest and the golden combat belt exposed.
The man walked towards Mason in an extremely oppressive manner, and the majestic chin under the bat helmet seemed to reveal his dissatisfaction with the battlefield littered with corpses beside him.
"Barbara has requested assistance. You should wait for rescue."
Batman stood ten steps away from Mason and said in his signature hoarse voice:
"You're just a child."
"so what?"
Mason frowned as he looked at the Batman in front of him.
He always felt that the man in front of him was a little weird, so he followed Batman's words and retorted:
"You arrived ten minutes after they broke into Gordon's house. If I had hidden myself, who would have fought off these vicious guys?
That little cutie in the wheelchair?"
Batman fell silent.
He seemed unable to refute Mason's words, so he skipped the topic and looked at the six "stone sculptures" behind Mason. After a few seconds, he said:
"You clearly had a way to capture them alive, but you insisted on using bullets to harvest these lives... You reminded me of someone I'm familiar with, determined, decisive, and ruthless."
"I'm not you. I don't have an invulnerable armor or super martial arts that can knock down a hundred people with bare hands. All I have is this gun in my hand and some gadgets I stole from the wizard."
Mason lowered his head and lowered the sword in his hand.
He seemed to have no intention of arguing with Batman. He took off his gun and made a "please" gesture to Batman.
What I mean is that since you are here, you should be the one to finish it.
Batman didn't care about all this. He walked forward and approached the six stone sculptures. When he passed Mason, the young man glanced behind the old man.
"This looks like some kind of magic..."
Batman stood in front of the statue and looked at it carefully. Behind him, Mason quietly raised Suger's Eagle and slashed at his neck the next second.
"clang"
Batman reacted quickly, waving his left arm and ejecting the shark-tooth blade on his combat arm armor, accurately blocking Mason's sword. He shouted:
"You're crazy!"
"You're not Batman! Who are you?"
The young man yelled, took a step back, drew out his sword, and at the moment the guy in front of him swung his fist, he imitated Old K's movements and flipped the blade while swinging the sword.
A dazzling light refracted from the blade of Sujie's Eagle and burst out. The sudden attack at such a short distance made the "Batman" in front of him instantly blinded and dizzy.
He reacted quickly, waving his hand and throwing three bat darts in different directions, but the next moment, he was kicked down by Mason.
The guy is still fighting back.
Even though he was blind, he did not walk around randomly. He used his excellent blind-fighting skills to knock away the icy sharp blade. But then Mason mercilessly slammed the second bottle of petrification potion at this guy's feet.
The crystal bottle shattered with a bang.
The fake Batman maintained a funny posture as if he was about to jump up, but was quickly petrified on the spot. Before he was completely petrified, Mason pulled off the bat helmet on his face.
What comes into view is a handsome face, stylish black bangs and a pair of gentle blue eyes.
He has the temperament of a pretty boy.
He looked at Mason as if he wanted to explain something.
But before he could finish his words, a layer of grey rock covered his handsome face, turning him into a "charming" male statue.
"Mason! No, what did you do?"
Barbara Gordon, who had just taught the Penguin Gang thugs a lesson in the front yard, also rushed into the backyard pushing her wheelchair. She was shocked by the scene of corpses everywhere, and then she looked at the petrified fake Batman across the street.
Now the gentle elder sister is not gentle at all.
She pushed the wheelchair over angrily, stared at Mason and said:
"Why did you turn my boyfriend into this? Are you a wizard in addition to being a gunslinger?"
"Is this your boyfriend?"
Mason grinned and quickly comforted him:
"Don't worry, Barbara. I can make an antidote. I just need some ingredients. But it's not my fault. Who asked this guy to pretend to be Batman and teach me a lesson?"
"How did you find out?"
Barbara, who was in the wheelchair, was relieved when she heard that the petrification could be lifted. Then she pushed her black-framed glasses curiously and said:
"It's not the first or second time that Grayson has replaced Batman on night patrol, but he has never been exposed so quickly."
"First of all, Batman doesn't talk a ton of crap!"
Mason snorted and played with the bat helmet in his hand. Looking at the petrified handsome guy in front of him, he said sadly:
"Secondly, the master's butt isn't that perky..."
