Volume 1: Welcoming Gotham Chapter 33 Damn, I'm really an orphan now
The zombie three-headed dog Fluffy, or to give it a more majestic and formal name "Flucky", was ruthlessly hacked to death by K in the wizarding world, and was "resurrected" by Mason using three fragments of the resurrection stone.
It is still in zombie form and will not listen to the orders of Mason, a stranger.
If there were no one else around, this guy would attack Mason himself the first thing he would do after being released, but unfortunately, the black warriors didn't know this secret.
The moment they saw the nearly four-meter-tall three-headed zombie dog appear, they fell into a daze of doubt about their lives. Then one of them, who was impatient or had quick reactions, subconsciously pulled the trigger.
It's over now.
The first bullet hit Maomao's head, leaving a small wound on its forehead. It healed quickly under the effect of the resurrection stone fragments without even bleeding.
But this attack immediately gave Maomao guidance on the direction of attack.
A terrifying trio of howls echoed in the filthy sewer.
The black-clad warrior at the front didn't even have time to escape before he was knocked away by the terrifying three-headed dog that pounced on him. He was then bitten by the three terrifying dog heads at the same time in the air and torn out.
Hot blood mixed with internal organs were scattered everywhere.
This brutal and fatal blow marked the beginning of the demise of the last elite squad of the Assassin's League.
As for Mason, who was maintaining the posture of a tamer and pretending to have a great advantage, he also had some free time. He stretched his neck, pulled out a hand cannon from his waist, and searched forward along the bloodstains on the ground.
That was the bloodstain left by the Penguin.
He had been shot in the thigh by Gordon before, and was now desperately escaping in the sewer but couldn't get far.
The Penguin is not a super-powered person.
He has reached his current position thanks to his sharp brain, and of course the fact that he can make something like an armed umbrella proves that the Penguin is also a very capable engineer.
But these two advantages cannot help him escape in the current situation.
"boom"
Mason, who had caught up with him, fired a bullet, breaking Oswald's other leg as he staggered forward, causing his short and fat body to fall to the ground in a mess, screaming like a pig being slaughtered.
Pain filled every nerve of the boss. He tried hard to turn over, supporting his body with both hands and backing away in a pool of blood. Mason in front of him strode towards him holding that strange hand cannon that looked like a shotgun with a sawed-off barrel.
There wasn't much light in the sewer so the Penguin couldn't see Mason's expression, but as he looked at the young man getting closer and closer, a feeling of despair rose in his experienced heart.
he knows.
He's finished.
"Why?"
At this last critical moment, the big man shouted at the top of his lungs:
"I have done nothing wrong to you! Mason, I have been very kind to your father Robert. After his death, I immediately took you under my wing and planned to give you a future!
Why?"
"You mean, you also want to buy me a life insurance policy and write your name as the second beneficiary?"
Mason stopped and looked down at the Penguin who was on his last legs.
He whispered:
"Where's the pension for Robert Cooper after he was hacked to death by Maroni's men while fighting for your territory in Miller Harbor? I didn't get the insurance compensation you bought for him.
As for the future...
If being a doorman at the Iceberg Bar is a promising career, then you have been very kind to me."
"But we can talk! You seem like a good kid..."
The Penguin waved his bloody hands and shouted:
"If it's just money! We can talk about it, Mason, young man, I have plenty of money and I can give it to you! I'll give it to you voluntarily, what else do you want?
status?
woman?
It’s okay, go ahead.
You can take whatever I have!
As long as I go back, I promise I will give them all to you, but if I die here, you will get nothing but a corpse.
This is not worth it, kid!
Leave that bullet to me. Look at me. I'm sixty years old. I have bad living habits, diabetes and high blood pressure. Sooner or later I will die.
It's just a matter of time, you don't need to help me with physics acceleration!
You know, I've always been a man of my words.
You know, I was able to become a big boss in Gotham thanks to the reputation I have accumulated over the past decade."
"Click"
The answer he got was the sound of the hand cannon being folded open and a single-headed bullet being stuffed into the chamber. The light in the Penguin's eyes dimmed little by little, and he knew that his persuasion had failed.
Seeing Mason raising his gun, this cunning guy's mind raced, and he suddenly shouted:
"You bastard! I should have let Robert throw you to death! I don't know what the hell is wrong with that bastard, insisting on adopting a kid of unknown origin!
I know that we can’t be soft-hearted in our line of work.”
"Um?"
Mason paused as he pulled the trigger.
A trace of doubt appeared on his face, and this doubt was keenly captured by the Penguin Man. He seemed to see a ray of hope, and shouted loudly:
"Ha, you don't know yet, do you? Poor kid, you don't know your true origins at all! This is actually a very small matter for me, just because Robert was my right-hand man back then.
Yes, it's your father.
My career was just starting at that time.
I had no better choice, and although Robert was not very smart, he was loyal and fierce enough, which made me remember the incident that almost caused a quarrel between your father and me.
Do you want to know?
Let me go! Take me out! I'll tell you this! I can guarantee that you will never find another person who can tell you this except me.
Those who witnessed it back then are all dead.”
Mason thought in silence in the darkness. After more than ten seconds, he put down his gun under the gaze of the Penguin and said:
"Speak, I'm listening."
"Take me up first. The monster you released looks hungry."
The Penguin Man laughed dryly twice but refused to give in.
Mason glanced at him, walked over, dragged him by the hand, and pulled him toward the sewer exit, where he was dumped on the floor of Blackgate Prison a minute later.
Oswald, who seemed to have returned to the human world, let out a hoarse and intermittent laugh. He coughed, as if he was grateful for having escaped from the three-headed dog.
Under Mason's cold gaze, Penguin wiped his muddy face and said:
“You were picked up by Robert!
16 or 17 years ago, I can’t remember the exact time.
All I remember is that it was a very cold night. I had just killed my boss and got a small piece of territory. Robert helped me a lot, so I gave him a large sum of money.
You know, your dad is a complete scumbag, alcoholic and violent, and he's like crazy when he's drunk, but there's one good thing about him, he loves his wife very much.
Even though his wife, your mother, cannot have children due to physical reasons."
Oswald gasped, the pain eating away at his body made him twitch as he lay there, but facing the black muzzle of Mason's gun, the big man still insisted and spoke slowly:
"I don't know the details of the process. I only know that Robert took the money from me and went out to drink and have fun. He bought a lot of expensive things like crazy and said he would give them back to his wife to make her happy.
He left the bar drunk, and a few hours later, he and his wife came back, waking me up from my sleep.
He showed me what he had in his arms...
Haha, a baby in swaddling clothes, that’s you!
Robert didn't want you, Mason, but your mother held you tightly, saying that you were a gift from God and she would rather give up everything to keep you.
Your father really loves your mother. He couldn't persuade her, so he asked me to use my connections in the city hall to get you a certificate.
You know what’s the weirdest thing?”
The Penguin laughed twice and said:
"Your skin color is very similar to your mother's. It's like a gift from God to that poor woman. I helped them. After all, Robert is my right-hand man.
After two years, that crazy guy actually turned over a new leaf and planned to live a good life.
But unfortunately, your mother did not have the blessing to see you grow up. The poor woman fell seriously ill, and Robert worked like crazy to make money for her treatment but she still couldn't survive.
You may have forgotten.
When your mother died, she begged Robert to take good care of you.
I saw that scene with my own eyes. Unfortunately, Robert was a rotten person, and he went completely crazy after losing the last bit of beauty that the world gave him.
I'm done.
That's all I know, but I think this old secret is enough to buy my life."
“But I don’t think it’s enough.”
Mason raised his gun, pointed it at the Penguin, and said:
"You need to tell me more. Where did he pick me up from?"
"I have no idea!"
Oswald said irritably:
"Like I said, I was resting by then, but if I remember correctly, you were swaddled with the Gotham Orphanage label on you when they brought you here.
I once suspected that the madman Robert went to the orphanage and stole a child in order to please his sick wife.
But later he talked about it when he was drunk and it didn't seem to be the case.
He said you were picked up accidentally from a car accident scene, otherwise it would not be so easy to register you as a member of the Cooper family.
The process by which he picked you up was indeed not illegal.
I have told you everything I know, and now it's your turn to fulfill your promise, you bastard. You have already cut off two of my fingers, and it's time for me to repay you for what I have done to you.
After all, it was my help that allowed you to survive!
Boy!
You must repay the kindness!"
"You're right. I should really repay the kindness."
Mason let out a long sigh, put the hand cannon back into his waist, then reached out and picked up the Penguin with broken legs and pulled him a few steps out, leaving a blood mark on the ground. He then glanced at the Penguin, picked up a gun from the blood stain next to him, took out the magazine and ejected the bullets, leaving only one bullet inside.
Then, under the wide-eyed gaze of the Penguin, he raised the gun and pulled the trigger.
With a "bang", the head of a zombie wandering in the distance exploded, and the remaining zombies were attracted by the sound and staggered towards this side.
Oswald struggled madly.
He knew what Mason was going to do.
He shouted:
"No! You can't do this! You evil bastard who unleashed disaster! Batman won't let you go!"
"So you also know that Batman can't know about this?"
Mason laughed and leaned over, placing the empty gun in Penguin's arms. He said:
"You have saved your bullet, Mr. Oswald. Now use the secrets in your mind to convince these 'friends' before you.
Don't think I don't know why you want me to bring you up here.
You know you won’t survive today.
But you are not afraid of death.
Because your partners have the means to revive you... the Assassin's League's Pool of Saralu, a magical treasure that can bring the dead back to life.
Unfortunately, I also know this secret.”
He patted the Penguin on the shoulder and said:
"Bullets can't kill you, they can only free you faster. And I did my best to arrange all this not to let you escape death and continue to live freely, becoming another trouble in my future life.
I hate trouble.
As for that baby you helped seventeen years ago...sorry, he's dead.
He could have safely completed his studies at Gotham High School and lived an ordinary and satisfying life, but it was you who dragged him into your gang.
It was you who pulled him back into the darkness, it was you who brought him misfortune.
A life, a death.
Now we are even.
Pray, Mr. Oswald."
Mason pulled the struggling Penguin by the collar from behind and threw him towards the zombies. The moment his hands loosened, the young man said to him:
"The feud between Penguin and the Cooper family is over. You are free, and so am I."
"ah!"
The short man, covered in blood, was thrown towards the hungry zombie brothers who were rushing towards him with a scream, but Mason did not look back, nor did he enjoy the wailing before death.
Although he had personally created a disaster tonight, Mason was not a person who enjoyed cruelty. All of this was just a means to achieve his goal.
After all, it was the Penguin Gang and the Assassin's League who provoked him first.
Since they took the initiative to start a war, they must be prepared to fail in advance.
This is the truth, there is no right or wrong.
The young man walked down the sewer holding the voodoo bird cage.
Maomao should be full and it's time to recycle it. He doesn't want Blackgate Prison to have another legend of a three-headed hellhound living in the sewers.
But Mason was not calm at this time.
He walked in the sewer, moving in the direction where the roar came from, and the secret that the Penguin had just told him kept emerging in his mind.
He complained in his heart that when he was reborn, he was still feeling lucky that his cheap father was hacked to death in a fight and he became an orphan with no worries.
Unexpectedly, my words came true.
The secret identity hidden behind the beginning of his new life turned out to be a genuine orphan who was honest and trustworthy to everyone.
He recalled the suffering this body had gone through over the past 17 years.
So little joy, so much sadness.
While exploring the details, I couldn't help but comment that this young man's past was so miserable and so mediocre, and it didn't seem like he had any special identity.
"Boss, the Batplane has started to clear the ground. I see the Batmobile is coming as well. Are you done yet?"
Kite Man's urging rang through his headphones, along with the low roar of some large creations being blown up. Mason shook his head to calm himself down.
The zombie three-headed dog in front of him, after feasting on a feast, was howling and stepping on the dirty water as it pounced on him. Mason took out the voodoo birdcage and pulled Maomao into this strange magic cage like a bullfighter the moment he pounced on him, and then threw it back into the suitcase.
A minute later, Mason was back on the grounds of Blackgate Prison.
Glancing into the distance, I immediately saw Mr. Penguin, who was already mixed in with the zombie group and "swaying happily" with his "good brothers".
He took a look at the surrounding environment, put on his invisibility cloak and rushed towards the direction where Yaya was roaring, and said to the anxious kite flyer:
"Sorry, there was an accident just now but it's been resolved. Prepare to blast the escape exit, Charles, I'll be there after I retrieve Fangya!
Next, help the Bat Family clean up the zombies. Remember not to act so "professional" to avoid being discovered. Also, remember to get rid of these headphones before reuniting!
Don’t let them catch you in any detail.”
