Volume 2 Honoring Robin Chapter 43 When You Over-Strengthen Your Initial Weapon...
Thirty minutes later, Catwoman, who had finished her rest, quickly walked into the armory of the Batcave.
She said to Mason, who was busy at his workbench:
"Your medicine is as magical as ever. Grayson has woken up and Alfred has adjusted the two Batmobiles. Bruce keeps sending news that he has instigated conflicts between the super villains and the Assassin's League.
Arkham is about to descend into the chaos of civil war, and it's time for us to get going."
"Hold on."
Mason said without turning his head:
"I'll be right here."
"Click"
A few seconds later, the sound of a spring tightening was heard. Mason released his hands, stretched his neck, picked up the pistol he had just assembled on the workbench, and threw it to Catwoman behind him.
Lady Selina took it in her hand and took a look at it. She immediately frowned and said:
"What the hell is this? It looks like the offspring of a revolver and a shotgun that got fucked after a drunken night."
"I think as the future matriarch of the Wayne family, you should be more careful and considerate in your choice of words. Your words will corrupt the children."
Mason complained.
He looked at the strange-looking hand cannon in Catwoman's hand. After a few seconds, the young man sighed and said:
"But I have to admit that your harsh comments make sense."
The pistol in Catwoman's hand is obviously an "improved version" of the short-barreled blaster cannon, or a modified version.
Apart from the name, the two things are completely identical.
Mason changed the original shotgun loading structure into a large revolver cylinder, the double-barrel structure was changed into a single-barrel, and the short gun body was lengthened a bit, which makes it look like a classic revolver.
But the problem is that the caliber is incredibly large.
This thing still uses single-headed bullets or large buckshot, and its deterrent power remains the same, but its interior is extremely strange.
Fortunately, because the weapons and accessories used by Batman are of inhumanely superior quality, this weapon that is theoretically almost unusable has become a reality.
"It's too heavy, and not suitable for my style of fighting with the enemy in close combat all the time."
Selina raised the "hand cannon" and made a few aiming movements. She handed it back to Mason with some regret, shook her head and said:
"I can see you've added a lot of fancy ideas to it, but I need a weapon that's lighter and easier to carry."
"Understood. I'll do it for you later."
Mason was not disappointed. He ejected the gun's magazine and loaded six cursed single-headed bullets into it with a quick loader. Then he swung his hand and the magazine returned to its place with a click.
Because it uses all standardized weapon modules, this black short-barreled crit cannon·improved version is full of a square-headed and square-brained style. It lacks the previous rounded feeling but has a touch of industrial minimalist style.
Although the single-barrel gun lacks the roughness and wildness of the previous double-barreled gun, this thing that is two times larger than the average revolver is still extremely intimidating when held in the hand.
If anyone pulls out this thing in a street gunfight, he will instantly become the coolest guy in the crowd.
Mason didn't dislike the style.
He even added a Picatinny rail to the gun so that it can mount more tactical accessories. To use the "jargon", this thing has been enhanced to the top level.
When Mason held it, an information tag popped up instantly:
Short-barreled Critical Hand Cannon·Improved Version
Quality: Excellent engineering items, excellent craftsmanship
Weapon traits: Critical Hit, Fast Reload, Modularity, Durability
Producer: Mason Cooper
Item Description: You don't need to be so careful with your initial weapons, right? Engineer, you are so bored.
Tip: Successfully complete the production of an excellent quality and outstanding engineering item, and your engineering skill proficiency will increase by x40.
“I think it’s actually pretty good.”
Mason inserted his new pistol into the weapon slot on the right side of his waist, and took out two modular black rifles with the same square heads from the workbench behind him.
Like this short-barreled blaster cannon, the blast shotgun and blast shotgun have also been transformed beyond recognition by Mason's ingenious ideas, and have been equipped with some mysterious tactical components to give them a "professional" style.
Especially a precisely calibrated crit shotgun.
Mason installed an advanced smart sight made by Wayne Industries' military research and development laboratory, which is enough to ensure accurate detection of the enemy at a distance of 2,000 meters.
However, this kind of high-tech gadget requires practice to use, and Mason probably needs some time to become familiar with its operation.
This time he did not name the new gun.
"Old K" is still the eternal name of his favorite pistol, but Mason needs to get the "dream gun" he wants first.
He installed a square engineering silencer on the muzzle of the explosive shotgun and put it into his backpack. He then carried the square-headed combat shotgun, which looked like a black box with a handle, on his back and went to the bullet production line to load several boxes of high-explosive and armor-piercing bullets into his backpack.
Then he stroked his chin and thought for a while, and simply put the entire production line into the suitcase without any hesitation.
Catwoman shook her head repeatedly when watching this scene.
Lady Selina complained faintly:
"Can't you find someone else to do the harm? You took away Bruce's laboratory and Batmobile, looted his collection room, and now you've even robbed his weapons depot."
"What you said doesn't make sense."
Mason continued to take out explosives of various functions from the master's arsenal to fill his own arsenal, while retorting:
"Why don't you say that I brought Team K to help without even asking for any money? Your boyfriend doesn't care about these small losses, so don't complain.
As a man, who doesn't have the dream of getting something for nothing? "
As he spoke, Mason threw a combat belt filled with various combat accessories to Catwoman and said:
"Have Grayson ready to go. We'll be leaving in five minutes."
After saying that, he quickly walked out of the weapons room of the Batcave, looked at Alfred who was busy in front of the Batcomputer with some guilt, and then tiptoed out of the Batcave.
The fear gas on the road leading to the entrance had almost dissipated. Mason took out a special reagent bottle and collected some samples of the fear gas enriched on the ground.
When he appeared outside the devastated bat cave, a mass of mud that had been suspended in the water immediately "stood up" and gathered in front of Mason's eyes to form the slime monster of Mud Face with blurred features.
"I did what I promised you! Those man-bats have been driven away, and the Assassins have been buried under the earth! I offended those bastards for your request, and now I have to run away!
This is all your fault! "
Mudface roared angrily:
"It's your turn to fulfill your promise!"
"Why are you yelling so loudly?"
Mason wiped the mud splatters off his face.
He glanced at this very unstable guy, took the Devil's Box out of the suitcase and opened it in front of Mudface.
The magnificent and cold cursed aura created by the entire box of devil's gold coins piled together made the powerful super villain take several steps back in fear.
He didn't expect that Mason still had so many of these horrible things?
This young-looking guy must be an old evil wizard in disguise!
Absolutely!
Clayface defined Mason in that instant.
"If necessary, I really want to shoot this thing into the body of every troublemaker in Gotham. It will definitely make you stay where you belong."
Mason pointed to the Devil's Box and said:
"Confess to it with your own blood and return the cursed metal, and your curse will be lifted."
"Blood?"
Mudface had already transformed the mud into two hands and was about to throw the cursed metal into the box, but he froze in place .
He thought for several seconds before grunting and saying:
"Look at me now. Where is the blood?"
"Well, maybe pure ooze would work."
Mason looked at the guy in front of him whose whole body was made of mud. It was really difficult to ask him to draw blood, so the young man stroked his chin and said:
"You want the kind of slime that comes from your true self, not the stuff you enrich yourself with water and soil. The purer the slime, the better.
And don't even think about returning your 'blood' to the Devil's Box and then getting it back.
That will only bring you a worse curse."
"Oh! Damn it! I hate this business."
The grumpy Clayface cursed again.
Mason couldn't see Clayface's expression clearly through the flowing mud, but it was certain that this request must have made the cursed super villain very distressed.
With his huge body, he stretched out his fingers with mud flowing through them shyly like a little girl, mixed three drops of pure brown mud with the cursed metal and threw them into the devil's box.
As three balls of golden mud bullets fell with a crisp sound, Mud Face suddenly felt a sense of relief from his extremely heavy heart.
The cold power left him, the nagging phantom sounds were no longer in his ears, and the world before his eyes no longer showed all kinds of horrifying scenes.
It was as if his life, which was full of darkness and violence, had been "pardoned" in some way at this moment.
"Free! I am free!"
The guy howled and raised his hands to the sky in a classic scene from The Shawshank Redemption.
Imitation degree 99.9%!
It is said that Clayface was a very good horror movie actor before he became a monster, so it is no wonder that this guy occasionally does some very strange things.
He howled in ecstasy, took a few steps back and looked at Mason warily, then twisted his body under the young man's gaze and quickly turned himself into a strange man again.
Except for the slightly darker skin color, he looks almost exactly like an ordinary person, even his clothes have changed.
He stared at Mason fiercely and said:
"But I will not go back to that damn place Arkham. I am leaving. Don't chase me, evil wizard! I have been prepared. Your little tricks will not work on me."
"This is what we agreed on before, Clayface."
Mason put his hand on the blaster cannon at his waist and said calmly:
"You promised me that you would go back to the mental hospital to serve out your sentence. I thought that the prominent villains in Gotham City would have some respect for the spirit of contract."
"I can change it . I can make you an offer you can't refuse, and I know you'll accept it!"
Mudface grinned, imitating the Godfather's posture and even shaped a cat with clay in his arms. This heavy cosplayer stomped his foot on the ground and said in a long and cunning voice:
"Let me tell you a secret, wizard. The League of Assassins sent more than just a few of us to assist the rampaging Bane. They sent the Walking Dead as well.
Yes, that's Solomon Grundy.
But the guy never showed up.
He ran away!
And I heard him say when he was escaping that he wanted to master the power of these zombies. You know, he was originally a resurrected zombie, he was not afraid of being infected by the zombie virus.
You don't want to see that after you have finally saved Gotham, everything will be destroyed by a lunatic who hates life, right?
I can help you find him.
I'll even help you catch him so I can offset my sentence."
“Good suggestion.”
Mason thought about it, curled his lips and said:
"As you wish, I accept the suggestion, but you should wait for Batman to come back and talk to Batman yourself. I will not get involved in this. Have a nice journey, Clayface."
"Tsk. What a hypocritical fellow."
Mud Face cursed, turned around, turned into a ball of mud, and quickly disappeared into the wet ground.
After he left, Mason looked at the two bullets in the devil's box that had not been deformed. He took them out, reloaded the shells and stuffed them into the magazine. He then glanced at the small ball of slime that was curled up and shivering in the devil's gold coins.
They are the "blood" of Mudface, and naturally possess Mudface's supernatural power to transform into mud, but because of the curse, their connection with the original body has been cut off.
They have become independent entities.
However, this little bit is obviously not enough to give birth to intelligence, but it doesn’t matter, Mason has enough time to cultivate his own "slime monster".
"I'm going to call you 'Kevin'."
Mason reached out his hand to the shivering little slime in the devil's gold, letting it "crawl" to his palm. He stared at it and said:
"It is said that the apprentices of the plague alchemists of the House of Blight in Maldraxxus should have their own slime assistants, so I am complete with you, my little cutie."
"Hey! If you keep talking to a lump of mud, I'll have to think about booking you a room in Arkham Asylum."
Catwoman's voice came from behind.
she says:
"We are about to set off. The next break-in to Arkham will be very dangerous, Mason, if you don't want to participate, you can leave with Kite Man first.
I will not be hostile or disdainful of you for this.”
Selina moved her lips and said:
"This is a Bat Family matter after all. You are already friends enough to help out to this extent."
"No, of course I will."
Mason touched his suitcase and said:
"Look at how much 'reward' I got. I owe them this. I would feel uneasy if I didn't repay them. Besides, aren't there colleagues from Team K working there?
As complete newcomers like us, we have to learn more from the older brothers, learn their style of doing things, and observe how they bring disaster upon themselves.
I think this will definitely be of great benefit to our future careers.”
As he spoke, Mason moved the tattoo on his left arm closer to the collar pin. When the eye of the Hell's Eye collar pin opened, he said to the other side:
"John, are you ready?"
"etc!"
Constantine's voice seemed to come from another world. He said listlessly:
"Let me memorize these damn lines first."
