Volume 1: Welcoming Gotham Chapter 39 If you make a mistake, just make a louder noise to cover it up (sure)
"Boss, the hunter left this for us."
When Mason was about to leave the Iceberg Bar to do something, the Kite Man found him and showed him something. The young man took the document from Charles' hand, flipped through it, and immediately frowned.
This is a complete set of property ownership documents for the Iceberg Bar. With this, Mason and Kite Man can prove their ownership of the Iceberg Bar at a legal level.
The most outrageous thing is that the asset transfer documents have been stamped with Gotham’s official notarization stamp. Combined with what Mr. Hunter just said about his trip around Gotham City, perhaps these documents are the purpose of his going out.
"To show how unfathomable you are? Or to show your power?"
Mason looked at the documents in his hand, then looked at Charles and said:
"What else did he say?"
"He said that this bar looked very impressive and that the Borderlands was perfect for our base of operations in this world, so he helped us get it as a 'congratulations' for the successful reorganization of Team K."
The kite flyer also looked serious.
He also knew that this "gift" was very hot.
"Boss, do we want it?"
He asked.
"Yes! Why not?"
Mason flipped through the papers and took out a pen. He said:
"If we refuse again, it will show that we have a guilty conscience. He must have found out what happened in the city in the past period of time. Maybe he is using this method to remind us not to make a pointless struggle.
But it is really troublesome to take this thing. Other forces in the city will definitely try to snatch it away."
"I said that, too."
The Kite Man sighed and said helplessly:
"But Mr. Hunter told me that a pioneer team that can't even deal with local forces is not a qualified member that the Stars Society wants to see."
"Well, it is, but it's not my problem."
Mason nodded seriously, scribbled a name on the signature section of the asset transfer document, and slapped the stack of documents on Kite Man's chest, saying:
"Now it's your problem! Mr. Charles Brown, the owner of the Iceberg Bar, congratulations on going from a third-tier villain living in a crappy apartment to a millionaire with properties overnight."
The kite flyer opened the document with his eyes wide open. His name was clearly written on the document, indicating that he had become the owner of the new property.
Mason strode into the elevator without giving his younger brother any time to react. As he heard the crisp sound of the elevator car closing and moving downward, the young man sighed helplessly and rubbed his forehead.
He whispered:
"I never thought that I would end up back in this place like this. Why did I try so hard to get away from the Penguin Gang in the first place?
After a long walk outside, I ended up back here.
Fate is really strange."
"Ding"
The elevator opened, and Mason walked out of the first floor and recalled the scene of his rebirth.
A week ago, he could only work as a security guard outside this magnificent place, but now, this building, including the land and the 800-meter underground area, belongs to him.
Mason curled his lips, took out the Penguin's armed umbrella, held it in his hand, and strode out of the building.
As he walked down the steps he looked back at the Iceberg Bar behind him.
I have to say that the Penguin has a unique vision for doing business. Although this store is not located in the most prosperous district of Gotham, its location happens to be the bordering area of major gangs.
Occupying this place can effectively integrate the gray resources in the city. Coupled with the terrifying network of contacts that the Penguin has cultivated over nearly thirty years of hard work in the city, such a bar can be said to make a fortune every day.
At this moment, Mason suddenly had an epiphany.
Giving away an expensive building, which seems to be an act of showing off wealth, is probably Mr. Hunter's way of reminding him to change his mindset.
After all, for an organization like the Star Society that spans countless parallel worlds, the money and wealth of one world are probably equivalent to "mission props."
"These big shots really have eight hundred thoughts in their eyes."
The young man complained.
I hailed a taxi and arrived at Gordon's House more than ten minutes later. I also bought three pizzas, a bottle of wine, some fruits and a bouquet of flowers as gifts.
He knocked on the door and handed the flowers to Barbara when he saw her, which made the gentle older sister smile immediately.
Commissioner Gordon had just gotten up after taking care of his old brother in the hospital last night. Mason bring some food over so he had breakfast with him.
However, when Barbara was cutting fruit in the kitchen, the watch on her wrist suddenly vibrated, causing the former Batgirl to put down the fruit knife in surprise and take a look, only to find that it was a message from Batman.
She brought the fruit plate to the table and returned to the room to pick up the special headphones and put them on. After the communication was connected , Batman's deep voice sounded:
"Barbara, where are you Mason?"
"right."
She asked, and Batman asked again:
"How long has he been gone?"
"About fifteen minutes."
Barbara felt a little strange now.
Sitting in the wheelchair, she glanced out the door and discovered that her father had just drunk a large glass of wine in one breath amid Mason's cheers. The "cool" posture made the young girl unable to bear to look at it.
She sighed and said:
"He came to my house for dinner as agreed. Gordon was very happy. What happened?"
"Just a routine inquiry. Remember to give him the Batphone."
Batman gave some instructions and hung up the phone in a brief tone, causing Barbara Gordon to raise an eyebrow. It seemed that Batman was really concerned about Mason.
She had never seen this man take the initiative to call to remind her of such a small matter before.
However, what Barbara didn't know was that Batman's situation was not very good at this moment.
The Dark Knight in Gotham rarely appears during the day, and he acts with Nightwing.
On a remote road near Arkham Asylum on the outskirts of Gotham City, the Batfighter piloted by Alfu was circling in the air to provide fire support to the ground, while the master and the eldest son cooperated with each other to use some kind of electromagnetic heavy weapons to attack the ferocious giant monster in front of them.
The zombie-like three-headed dog that suddenly appeared ten minutes ago was running wildly on the road, roaring. This crazy monster opened its bloody mouth and bit the master who was swinging in the air.
Batman stared at the back of the three-headed dog, where stood a mysterious man holding a scarlet sword.
"It seems that the zombie disaster in Blackgate Prison has nothing to do with Mason, at least not directly."
The master looked at the alien monster in front of him that exuded a foul smell and came to a preliminary conclusion in his mind that the mysterious man riding the three-headed dog was undoubtedly the most suspicious.
"Arkham Asylum is home to a large number of evil and crazy souls. I can already smell the delicious scent of depravity."
The mysterious man shouted:
"Get out of the way! Batman, you destroyed my house and took away the 'guinea pig' I carefully cultivated. Are you so eager to die?"
"Are you the dark wizard?"
Batman was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted.
While the bat fighter overhead continued to pour down fire to suppress the three-headed dog in place, the master grabbed three bat darts and threw them at the mysterious man.
This enhanced bat dart created a blinding electric current in the air, and the attack effect was extremely cool, but it didn't hit anything.
The mysterious man disappeared strangely on the spot.
At the same time, the bat fighter plane that was suspended at least 300 meters in the air seemed to have its engine slashed by an invisible blade, and fell obliquely towards the nearby forest amid a violent explosion and fire.
The moment the old man sensed the fatal crisis, he crossed his arms in the air to block, but with the sharp sound of metal cutting, the scarlet straight-blade sword turned into a stream of light and flashed before Batman's eyes, and then a fierce kick in the air kicked Batman from the air to the ground.
The master rolled to the ground.
The combat arm armor on both hands cracked silently, and a clear scratch was cut on the black armor from the chest to the waist.
The other party seemed to be playing a trick on him.
The knife almost grazed his skin, damaging his suit but causing no harm to his body.
"Dark wizard? Do you think I'm such a lowly thing?"
The mysterious man returned to the back of the three-headed dog, sneered, turned his wrist and made a sword flower.
He said sarcastically:
"You are truly a Dark Knight guilty of arrogance, but I have no intention of going against a 'Chosen One' who has escaped death several times. Batman, fate is on your side.
That’s it for now.
Now, get out of the way!
Just like the guilty souls of Blackgate Prison, the souls taken from Arkham Asylum are of benefit to the city you protect, and this will be the last thing I take from Gotham.
If you don't get out of the way, the next cut won't be so gentle."
While speaking, the mysterious man disappeared again and reappeared in the same place. With a shake of his body, he kicked the young master who attacked him from behind more than ten meters away.
The silent master did not move aside.
He took a fighting stance and stood in front of the howling zombie three-headed dog, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. The mysterious man sneered and drove the giant beast forward.
Just when it was about to crush Batman, a blue stream of light at several times the speed of sound fell from the sky. It threw a punch while splashing dust all over the sky, knocking back the three-headed dog in front of it and crushing the big head in the middle.
As dust flew in circles, the master whispered to the helpers:
"It took you exactly two minutes to get here from Kansas?"
"I was just teaching my son how to milk a cow. It would take time to find an excuse to slip away..."
The man replied:
"And you can't even last two minutes? You really are old."
"Superman!"
Standing in front of the zombie three-headed dog whose entire body was almost torn apart by a punch, the mysterious man looked at the tall man standing in front of Batman with extreme fear.
The latter was suspended in the air a few centimeters above the ground, with the heat rays from its eyes ready to be fired.
The mysterious man did not bother him any further.
He seemed to know how powerful this man was. He took a step back and disappeared on the ravaged road as if entering a stream of water, disappearing along with the three-headed dog with its body broken into pieces.
The battlefield that was deadly and exciting just now suddenly became quiet.
Superman's eyes cooled as he rushed to support him. He landed on the ground in his battle suit. With his red cape swaying, he frowned as he looked at Batman, whose battle suit had been cut open, and said:
"Where are those weapons you hid? Why didn't you use them instead of calling me? That's not like you."
"I have no weapons against this particular enemy."
The master looked at the mess on the ground and replied briefly:
"If you can't kill with one strike, you can't just expose your cards. Having your strength known will only reduce your deterrent effect. Calling on you to implement 'intimidation tactics' is the most appropriate option.
Have you seen his true face?"
"No."
Superman rubbed his eyes and said:
"It's the kind of magic I hate the most. It's like I'm filled with lead and I can't see anything. I know Gotham is a magical place, but when did this kind of ruthless character come?"
The master shook his head and didn't answer.
He squatted on the ground and collected the remaining flesh and broken teeth of the three-headed dog, then stood up and said quietly:
"So, next time I should just call the more helpful Diana?"
"Or Barry."
Superman didn't care about his friend's sarcasm. He said calmly:
"He's a very fast guy, and it would be a good idea to suppress him with even faster speed. Barry has been a little restless recently, and he said that the speed force is becoming unpredictable.
Maybe it’s something we’ve been paying attention to…”
"Shh!"
The master made a gesture to keep quiet and said:
"We'll discuss this in the watchtower."
"Don't you really need me to stay here and help?"
Superman shrugged, floated up and asked:
"I can help you with my super hearing..."
"Your son is on an 'adventure'."
The master tapped the monitoring device on the bracelet and said quietly:
"He's about to find those things you hid under the barn on the farm."
"goodbye!"
Superman's face changed.
With a whoosh, it flew into the sky and disappeared.
"Alfred, did you record the battle just now?"
Batman activated the communication and asked, and the reliable old butler immediately replied:
“We have begun analyzing the enemy’s combat pattern, but there is too little data available to formulate targeted tactics, and the tracker you dropped on him has also been destroyed.
Young Master, your acting skills have deteriorated. You should have persisted in fighting for a while longer.
A new enemy has been created, codenamed 'Three-Headed Dog'. Now that it has been confirmed that this guy is the source of the zombie problem, does Mason need to continue to observe him?"
"De-prioritize, but keep watching."
Batman carried the knocked-out Nightwing into the Batmobile and said:
"I'm still curious about what Mason is hiding."
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At Gordon's house, Mason helped the drunk Gordon back to his room and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. As expected, he found that Mr. Hunter was already waiting for him there.
The lady in disguise held a damaged tracker between her fingers.
He threw the voodoo birdcage to Mason. The three-headed dog Maomao inside looked extremely miserable but was slowly recovering under the effect of the resurrection stone fragments.
"Next time you make me recite those shameful lines, I will stab you."
Mr. Hunter said faintly:
“But Batman is really interesting. He even had the energy to analyze my fighting style during our first battle.
If my team wasn't already full, I would really like to invite him to my side. He is definitely the kind of all-around teammate that all world explorers desire.
Mason, when you become strong enough you can try to win him over.
As for Superman, forget it.
That guy is too dangerous, you can't control him."
"Thank you for your generous assistance, Master Hunter. You really helped me a lot."
Mason sincerely thanks:
"Although my favor may not be worth much, I must admit that I owe you one."
"Then try to make your favor more valuable. Maybe it will become a surprise in the future."
Mr. Hunter waved his hand behind him, and a door revolving like a sea of stars jumped out. He turned and walked into it, disappearing as his cloak fluttered.
Mason let out a sigh of relief in the quiet kitchen.
Finally I can relax for a while.
"Mason!"
Barbara's voice rang out from outside the kitchen. A girl in a wheelchair approached with a laptop in her arms. She pushed up her black-framed glasses and said to the young man who was washing dishes:
"I've selected some great jobs for you. Would you like to take a look?"
"Thanks, Barbara, but I've already found a job I'm looking for and asked my friend to send my resume in for me."
Mason smiled and said:
“Maybe there will be a reply tomorrow.”
"Really? Then I wish you a good interview."
Barbara laughed, took out a black cell phone from her pocket, threw it to him, and said:
"Although you don't want to be Robin, Batman still gave you a gift, the latest Batphone. You can temporarily connect to the BatNetwork by activating the safe mode.
It has the contact information for Grayson and me, as well as Tim and Gordon.
Batman's personal contact is also on the emergency dial.
But don't make harassing calls.
Be careful he blocks your account.
Dad said you are very interested in technology products, but I advise you not to open it casually. "
The girl shrugged and said:
"Don't do what Tim did. I guarantee that if you take it apart, there won't be more than ten people in this world who can put it back together."
"Yeah?"
Mason wiped his hands.
He picked up the Batmobile in his hand and looked around. He was 100% sure that there were at least two positioning devices hidden in it. He stroked his chin and said:
"Maybe it will be eleven soon."
