Volume 2 Honoring Robin Chapter 33 Then our K team will definitely help out
Grayson's unpainted Batmobile drove directly into the underground through the base's large entrance and exit. When it stopped in the garage, its armor still had traces of blood and dents left by heavy weapons bombardment.
Fortunately, the master has always been willing to spend money on his weapons and equipment, and he knows that useful things must be expensive, so although it looks miserable, this Batmobile still maintains a considerable degree of integrity.
"It might need a repaint, Alfred."
The cabin slid open, and Nightwing, wearing a titanium alloy bat suit, jumped out. While carrying his silent girlfriend from the passenger seat out of the car, he said to Alfu who had rushed over:
"The desert-colored camouflage is too conspicuous in the city. I was almost hit by several rockets when I was trying to evade them. Is there any special painting equipment for the Batmobile here?"
"Don't worry about it, Master Grayson, leave it to me."
Alfred held the coffee cup and said to Nightwing with a smile:
"This was once the Batmobile's experimental base, with a full set of modification equipment here. It may take us another hour or two before we can set off, which is enough time for it to be sprayed with a beautiful and low-key black stealth paint.
Of course I'll have to seek advice from its current owner."
Having said that, the old butler glanced inconspicuously at Barbara Gordon who was held in Nightwing's arms. The latter seemed very tired and buried her head in her boyfriend's chest, without any expression on her face.
"Master Wayne is waiting for you."
Alfred took a sip of coffee and said:
"Come on up, the color tone of your 'handsome clothes' may need some fine-tuning."
"Thanks for the reminder, Alfred."
Dick Grayson seemed very happy after successfully retrieving his girlfriend from a group of black warriors from the League of Assassins. He hugged Barbara, said goodbye to Alfu, and got on the elevator.
In the garage, the old butler sighed.
In the shadows behind him, Mason reached out and took off the hood covering his head to make himself visible.
He walked towards his Batmobile, and was very annoyed about the fact that his car was "scratched" by Nightwing. While stroking the uneven outer armor caused by the explosion, he said to the old man behind him:
"Do you think that love-sick person really didn't guess it? Or is he unwilling to face the truth? I think everyone in the Bat Family should have an answer.
Even old Gordon."
"She's a good kid."
Alfred replied irrelevantly.
The old man obviously didn't want to discuss this topic, so he asked:
"Would you like to have it painted classic black? Or another color?"
"My friends and I don't need to drive it around a city at night, so black doesn't have any special advantages for us.
I would like it to be painted grey if possible.
Dull grey, and reinforce the outer armor so it can withstand a hail of bullets."
Mason, sitting on the hood of the Batmobile, says:
"Then we will add the missing combat modules to this prototype, we will handle the weapon system ourselves, and remove the remote control lock in the engine.
Consider this your reward, Alfred.
After all, my friends and I are going to fight for Batman’s cause and his city.”
"Of course, Mason."
The old butler walked to the edge of the garage and used his fingerprint to activate a vehicle modification machine hidden in the wall. He skillfully manipulated several mechanical arms to move the Batmobile prototype into the modification garage, saying:
"So you also helped with the improvements to the zombie virus vaccines?"
Alfred's question went unanswered.
In silence, the old man looked back and saw that there was no trace of Mason in the garage.
This "Batman behavior" made the old butler snort in dissatisfaction, then he picked up his coffee and modified the already highly completed prototype car according to Mason's request.
Mason didn't actually ignore Ah Fu's inquiry on purpose.
In most cases, he is a person who respects the elderly and loves the young, it's just that this incident happened suddenly.
As Mason quickly left the garage and came to the edge of the abandoned factory outside the base, he took out the old flip phone and waited for a few seconds before the number rang again.
He put the phone to his ear and said:
"Charles? Where are you?"
"I just got my kids to safety, Boss."
The kite flyer gasped and replied:
"We are now being chased by three helicopters from the League of Assassins. These people are simply crazy! They are trying to blow up the city's energy pipelines and the bridge over the Gotham River to make the city an isolated island."
"Get rid of the pursuers as soon as possible!"
Mason replied:
"Let's find a quiet place to talk."
"Got it, wait a moment, Boss."
The Kite Man did not hang up the communication.
After a few dozen seconds, Mason's cell phone heard several loud explosions and screams. Ten seconds later, Charles' tired voice sounded again.
He said:
"The pursuers have been dealt with, and I've used up all my flying bombs. Boss, I know what you're going to ask. It was Poison Ivy and a psychiatrist named Harley Quinzel who saved me and our employees when Falcone's gang of bastards raided the bar.
Is that your girlfriend?
She seemed a little mentally unstable. She was bleeding but kept asking if you were safe.
"You're half right. She's considered my female friend."
Mason let out a long breath, and then said in a strange tone:
"But I know that you and Poison Ivy will become friends. Where are they now? We are preparing for a joint operation with the Bat Family, and I hope to invite them if possible."
"They left."
The kite flyer said regretfully:
“Poison Ivy said that the League of Assassins was calling a meeting of super villains and that someone was watching them, but she gave me a strange flower and said she would contact me through it if anything happened.
She said your potion cured her and asked me to express her gratitude to you."
"Then come and meet me as soon as possible. I'll send you the address. Be careful not to be followed."
Mason briefly stated the rendezvous point and hung up the phone. At Kite Man's flying speed, it would take him about twenty minutes to get here.
The young man looked back at the underground base behind him, thinking that by the time Charles came over, the Bat Family’s "internal affairs" would probably have been almost resolved.
Mason did not go back but sat cross-legged in a place where wood was piled up and began to disassemble and maintain his three pistols. He had planned to rebuild the guns and add a few special combat modules after obtaining enough special metals.
These weapons were still deadly, but their destructive power was no longer enough to meet Mason's combat needs.
The young man felt that he urgently needed to upgrade the firepower of Team K.
"Why don't you go in?"
Catwoman's voice soon sounded behind Mason.
The elder sister was somewhat helpless at this moment. She walked over to Mason and sat down. She took out a lady's cigarette and put it in her mouth. Without lighting it, she grumbled in a low voice:
"It was such a headache for me to watch those people guessing the riddle! They knew that the girl was the traitor, but they were unwilling to say it out for various reasons.
Bruce is decisive in everything, but he is so indecisive when it comes to matters related to family affection that it is annoying."
"How can you expect a man who lost his parents at the age of eight to handle these family conflicts?"
Mason wiped the barrel of the gun and said without looking up:
"That's something he never had but always wanted. No matter how rational Batman is, he can't take the initiative to hurt his own child, even if his child just stabbed him in the back.
Look, trust is a dangerous dagger, which you hand to your companion behind you.
Maybe I should learn a little from experience.”
"Are you hinting at something?"
Selena said unhappily:
"We have a blood pact, Mason. We can't hurt each other. Stop whining. What else do you know about the League of Assassins operating in Gotham?"
"A lot. More than enough to scare you, Selina."
Mason looked around and took out a strange-looking instrument to test it.
After confirming that there were no eavesdropping devices, he told Catwoman about his conversation with Mr. Sandstorm in Arkham Asylum in a whisper that only the two of them could hear.
This news was so explosive that Selena's cigarette fell to the ground.
"We must tell him!"
Catwoman jumped up.
She realized the seriousness of the problem, but Mason grabbed her wrist.
"We have to tell them, but not from us! Calm down."
The young man looked into Catwoman's eyes and said seriously:
"If the price of saving the world is our exposure within the Star Society, I think this is not worth it. It is best for us to lurk among them and gain more information as spies.
And don't forget to curse, Selina.
You might die in Batman's arms the moment you say it, so fast that I won't be able to save you in time."
"Too."
Selina nodded.
The eldest sister crossed her arms and frowned in thought. After a few seconds, she looked at Mason and said:
"So who are you going to make the pigeon?"
"Constantine."
Mason quickly assembled the gun components in his hand and said to Catwoman:
"First of all, he is in another world. Even if the stars find out about us, John has an alibi. Secondly, John has developed a magical technique that can communicate across worlds by combining his magic and curse tattoos.
Finally, although Kangaskhan is unreliable, he has collaborated with the Justice League several times.
In the circle of top heroes, John has much more influence than the three of us combined.
To sum up, he is the most suitable person to deliver the message."
"And if those guys insist on asking for evidence, John can just use the 'magic' excuse to fool them. He's always wandering around anyway.
You can disappear for months without anyone noticing.”
Catwoman clapped her hands with shining eyes and said:
"Indeed, he is the most suitable candidate, but the curse of secrecy..."
“So we can’t bring up any words related to the Star Club. We have to find the rules.”
Mason stroked his left arm and said helplessly:
“We can only blur the information to avoid triggering the soul curse. John’s experience in dealing with curses is second to none in the world. I believe he can grasp the balance.
Of course, Selina, you have your troubles too."
The captain of Team K looked up and said to Catwoman:
"I think Batman must be suspicious of your relationship with us now. Instead of waiting for him to investigate secretly, why don't you find an opportunity to tell him about the existence of Team K.
Make up a better story.
Don’t ask him to believe, but keep him steady for now.”
"I'm good at this. I have plenty of experience tangling with Batman."
Selina grinned, seeing this as just another guessing game with Bruce Wayne, and then at Mason's request, Catwoman drew her sword and handed it to him.
Mason reassembled the gun and sat down. He took out two devil gold coins and melted them into liquid with magic fire in front of Catwoman. He then picked up the Midas Touch and other materials, and then took out Will Turner's forging notes.
While reading the records in the book, he carved some mysterious runes on the snow-smooth blade of Sujie's Eagle.
"What is this doing?"
Selina asked curiously.
Mason concentrated on drawing the patterns, and said without raising his head:
“Enchantment!
Can give your weapon the 'Curse' attribute.
Fortunately, we have high-end materials such as devil's gold coins that have their own cursed power. Otherwise, with my current level of enchantment and inscription, I would not be able to complete such high-end operations.
It will definitely need to be modified later.
But we are going to the battlefield tonight. We can't let you fight the Assassins with blank weapons, right? "
"You are acquiring more and more knowledge."
Catwoman exclaimed:
"Compared to you who are making rapid progress, I am nothing more than an unlearned jewel thief."
"Don't belittle yourself like that, Selina. I know you're very talented in fashion design. I'll need you to teach me some sewing tips later."
Mason activated [Quick Eyes and Quick Hands] and began to engrave the main body of the curse inscription. The melted devil gold coins turned into twisted and gloomy inscriptions that were painted on the sword.
The young man said:
"And your amazing jewelry collection. If I need to contact jewelry processing, I hope you can provide me with some raw materials for a long time.
I can make those shiny little cuties into magical items for you to use.
John knows a lot about this, and I plan to consult him later.
finished."
Mason's Touchstone left the blade of Sujie's Eagle, and the golden patterns painted on it shone faintly in the darkness. After being roasted by Mason with magic fire for nearly a minute, he put it to his mouth and blew gently.
A layer of golden powder disappeared into the night, and the inscription on the blade became dim, like a Damascus pattern decoration.
Successfully complete an Excellent Craft·Advanced Weapon Temporary Enchantment, and increase your enchantment proficiency by X20.
Successfully completed an excellent craft·Exotic Inscription (Curse) engraving, and the proficiency of inscription skills increased by X20, currently at Lv1.
Unlocked the recipes for crafting inscription scrolls and magic ink.
Two prompts lit up in front of Mason's eyes, causing the young man to nod in satisfaction.
He placed the weapon with the primary enchantment in front of him and examined it. The original entry of Sujie's Eagle remained unchanged, except for the addition of a temporary information tag of [Cursed Weapon].
When the target's life bleeds, it will be inflicted with [Curse of Weakness] and [Mental Shock].
Because the curse carrier of the devil's gold coin has been transformed into the weapon itself, the curse no longer has a permanent effect, but the curse effect can be stacked multiple times until the target's spirit is completely defeated.
"Yes, its blade is even more deadly."
Mason returned the sword to Catwoman, and picked up Selina's cat tail whip and a bunch of unicorn mane. He wanted to add these processed high-grade materials to the whip to complete another "weapon upgrade" for it.
Catwoman was standing by and guiding Mason step by step on how to weave for better results. It turned out that girls were born with knowledge in the field of tailoring.
More than ten minutes later, the kite flyer finally arrived.
The poor fellow still had the smoke of the fierce battle and the indelible fatigue on his body. As soon as he landed, he asked the boss for vitality potion and guzzled two bottles before he recovered.
"Boss, look at this!"
Charles picked up his phone and showed Mason the message. He said in a strange tone:
"Those lunatics in Arkham sent me this, saying I slaughtered Falcone's minions and proved myself stronger than Falcone and more worthy of joining the 'Alliance of Evil'.
They invited me to Arkham tonight.
They said they wanted to discuss the right to rule Gotham..."
"Huh? This is a pleasant surprise."
Mason raised an eyebrow.
A great idea came to my mind.
But before he could say anything, Kite Man pointed to the top of the abandoned floor of the underground base not far away and said in a surprised tone:
"What is that girl in the wheelchair doing? Why is she so close to the side of the building? This is too dangerous!"
"Um?"
Mason and Selina turned around at the same time. After seeing the figure on the roof clearly, their faces changed and they immediately ran over there.
Something bad has happened!
Batman might lose another one of his kids tonight...
