Volume 2 Honoring Robin Chapter 56 He still has to thank me for this
The next morning, Mason, yawning and with dark circles under his eyes, did not leave the hospital but went straight to wash up, put on a nurse's gown and started his busy day in the clinic.
The situation was just as he expected. After a big fight in the League of Assassins, the number of injured people in Gotham City increased sharply, making Dr. Leslie's clinic "booming" and Mason's first aid skills soar.
At the end of the afternoon, Mason finally got the tip he had been longing for:
Successfully complete the Ultimate Craft: First Aid Trauma Bandage, and increase your First Aid Skill Proficiency by X20, currently at Level 4. Unlock the Alchemical First Aid Bandage blueprint.
[Self-harming First Aider] trait changed to [Skilled First Aider: First Aid Craftsmanship Completion Degree will not be lower than 'Excellent' Craftsmanship]
"Hey, you can leave work early today."
When Mason saw this prompt, his slightly anxious mood was immediately soothed.
He moved his numb hands, gave a sunny smile to the young nurse Wendy beside him, and instructed her to complete the next first aid bandage.
Wendy, the cute little nurse who has been "studying" with Mason these days, blushed at Mason's handsome smile.
But to be honest, Mason is indeed a good teacher.
Under his guidance, the young nurse's first aid skills have improved greatly, and she was even praised by Dr. Leslie who was on rounds today.
Ten minutes later, Mason, wearing a gray windbreaker and carrying a suitcase, walked out of the clinic. He planned to go back to his own shop to start practicing skills for the day and check on the two girls who were staying in his shop.
But as soon as he walked out of the clinic, he felt a light breeze on his face, and in the weather where it had just rained, the wind made Mason feel a little cold.
He tightened his clothes and looked around, and soon saw a homeless man wrapped in tattered clothes waving at him in the corner across the street.
Mason didn't go over immediately, but made a cryptic gesture.
He walked towards Crime Alley with a normal expression, because the explosion caused by Er Tong here yesterday caused half of the alley to collapse. With the level of Gotham City Government, it would take several months to repair it.
But the area around here is fenced off to prevent anyone from sneaking in and getting hurt.
Mason climbed over the fence and waited at the ruins of Crime Alley for a few minutes, then saw the homeless man walking towards him in an orderly manner, pushing his cart and belongings.
"There are Batman surveillance cameras near my store. You shouldn't be there!"
Mason was not polite and said directly:
"Because your unprofessionalism almost exposed both of us."
Facing his accusations, the homeless man in tattered clothes raised his head and revealed a destitute and dark face.
There was still a terrible scar on that cheek.
He looked at the expressionless young man in front of him, and thought about how the status of the two of them talking in Arkham Asylum two days ago was not like this!
At that time, Mason had to flatter him carefully, but in just two days, the relationship between the two changed drastically.
What a fucking reality!
The down-and-out Mr. Sandstorm complained bitterly in his heart.
But now he had to bow his head under the eaves, so he could only pull his tattered clothes and said in a hoarse voice:
"I can't help it, three-headed dog, Mason, I have nowhere else to go. The damn Batman has spies all over the city, you have no idea how I got here these past two days.
It's a shame to have to fight with a bunch of homeless people for things.
But you don't seem surprised by my appearance?
Your team members should have witnessed the scene where I was smashed to pieces by the Flash, right?"
"You are a Class B personnel, Mr. Sandstorm."
Mason shook his head and said:
"Although I have only been in this industry for a short time, I know that every colleague who can grow to B-level cannot be without any life-saving skills. But you are in such a bad state now, I guess your team has already..."
"No, all gone."
A trace of loneliness and pain flashed across Mr. Sandstorm's dark face. He clenched his fists and said:
“The biologist I spent countless time and energy to recruit died, and the ancient Titan I spent almost all my money to buy also had its heart exploded.
My lieutenant, Storm, sacrificed himself to protect our secrets, and my best attacker, Hank, died at the hands of Superman.
In order to escape, I even destroyed the Isu bow that I had obtained by desperately killing a difficult saint in that damn assassin world.
The Hydra Squadron is not a large-scale battle group. We are pioneers who take the elite route. This means that I have lost everything that allows me to gain a foothold in the Star Society in this world."
"But you still have the reserve team."
Mason raised his eyebrows and said:
"I remember you told me before that you were ready to recruit Damian Wayne into your reserve team. With a senior member like you, the quality of the reserve team should not be bad, right?"
"Those bastards from my hometown do have good talent, but they need to grow."
Mr. Sandstorm sighed, leaned against the wall, pulled out a pack of cigarettes and took out two.
He gave one to Mason but he declined. He didn't mind and picked it up himself. Then he saw Mason rub his fingers together to make a ball of magic fire and light it for himself.
As the smoke rose, he explained to Mason, the newcomer, in the tone of an experienced person:
"The difficulty of pioneering missions is beyond your imagination, Mason. In such a situation, only the brothers and sisters who have been with you all the way are worth relying on.
You have to understand that our organization has very cruel rules of competition.
There is no mandatory relationship between team members and the captain, which means that once your team members have bad intentions, if you are not sharp enough, you may be ruined by your own people.
Three or four stories of this kind are updated every month in the tavern in Star Castle.
So for newcomers like you, don't be busy recruiting good players from various worlds, but understand the limits of your own abilities.
Dangerous elements that cannot be controlled can be used, but must not be trusted.
That’s why I came to you for help.”
He exhaled a puff of smoke and said to Mason:
"I need to borrow your world gate to return to my base world, where I can lick my wounds and prepare to make a comeback."
"Of course, it's a piece of cake. We should help each other."
Mason grinned.
He said:
"But my World Gate doesn't have the coordinates of your base world... and the number of coordinates that the World Gate can record is limited. Mine has already recorded four worlds, and there are only two empty slots left.
Team K will have another mandatory pioneering mission in a month."
"I know what you mean, Mason."
Mr. Sandstorm shrugged and said:
"If you want a reward, just be direct. Don't beat around the bush. Don't worry. Although my team is finished, I still have some treasures. I won't let you help me in vain.
You're a shooter, right?
So maybe this thing will satisfy you.”
He took something out of his cart full of garbage and threw it to Mason. The young man took it in his hand, took a look, and found that it was a sophisticated gun blueprint.
Hyper-realistic gun blueprints·Technology pistol·DR12 "Quasar"
Quality: Depends on the craftsmanship of the maker, the lowest quality is [Excellent], the highest quality is [Legendary]
Features: Charged weapons, Bullet adaptation, Ultra-high firing rate, Deadly accuracy, Additional technology chip slot
Item Description: This thing is everywhere in a place called "Night City".
The configuration of this drawing made Mason's eyes light up.
Although it is a pistol, the appearance of this gun is obviously of "fantasy" style. Its most unique feature is its drum magazine design, which is coupled into the rear of the gun body to form a triangular handle.
The overall style is exactly the industrial simplicity that Mason likes best. Most importantly, he has also been to "Night City", although in another way.
It was such a joy to see familiar things again after a rebirth.
“This stuff is good.”
Mason exclaimed:
"Is it your trophy?"
"Well, it's the 'dividends' I got from a cooperative mission with the 'Afterlife' team in a certain world. How do I describe that world? It looks bright and shiny on the outside, but it's actually rotten and not a pleasant place."
Mr. Sandstorm watched Mason's expression and was relieved when he saw the young man smile.
As the captain of a team that had just been destroyed, Mr. Sandstorm encountered the same dilemma as Old K.
Even worse than Lao K.
When Old K was at his lowest point, at least he still had an incredible assassin's blade in his hand to protect himself.
He has nothing left.
If Mason asked for too much, Mr. Sandstorm would probably have to live in debt.
"I am very interested in these super-technological products."
Mason put away the blueprint and asked:
"Can you give me the coordinates of the world that can design such a weapon?"
"I'd like to give it to you, Mason."
Mr. Sandstorm shook his head and said:
"But it's finished. If you're interested, I can help you contact the captain of the 'Afterlife' team after I return. That world was once their base world.
Maybe they have something similar.
Oh, by the way, they are also Mr. Hunter's direct team, maybe you can get to know them quickly."
"Fine."
Mason was a little disappointed, but didn't say anything more.
He released his flying scooter and threw the invisibility cloak to Mr. Sandstorm, motioning him to get on.
The two quickly flew all the way to the top of the Iceberg Bar, which had not yet been readmitted. Along the way, Mr. Sandstorm and Mason shared a lot of their experiences as captains.
To sum it up, there are 108 ways to fight wits and courage with teammates with ulterior motives.
Mason felt a pain in his balls after hearing this, and thought to himself that if Mr. Sandstorm was born in another country, he would definitely be an expert in palace fighting.
However, when he landed on the top floor of the Iceberg Bar, he finally couldn't help but ask:
"About our tattoos..."
"Shh!"
As soon as this question was raised, Mr. Sandstorm glared at him fiercely and scolded:
"This is a taboo, Mason! You are a newcomer so you don't understand this taboo, but no matter where you are in the future, you must never discuss this issue with your peers.
Not everyone knows the truth about this tattoo like you and I do.”
As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and a ball of sand swirled around his hands. He looked at Mason with a meaningful look and said:
"I just saw your flame. It seems that you are also a person with 'talent'. Although everyone has that tattoo, only those who can discover the deep power are considered senior members of the Star Society.
Keep this in mind.
The Star Society is not a good place to hold hands and sing hymns. Considering that we get along well, I have to remind you, Mason, that the use of this power is not free.
When it pays attention to you, you have to please it."
"Huh? Paying attention to me? And having to please?"
Mason now had a thousand question marks in his mind.
He didn't feel like he was being watched, nor did he have any premonition that he would have to pay a price when using the magic fire. This was probably due to the help of the mysterious character card.
"Besides, serving Mr. Hunter is not a good choice. He is known to be a cruel and insane person."
Mr. Sandstorm finally felt relieved when he saw Mason open the compartment and reveal Team K's world door. In a relaxed tone, he said to Mason:
"Each Grand Master has five pioneer teams under his direct command. The teams under Mr. Hunter are the most frequently replaced, and there are casualties in almost every operation.
Of course, this is also related to the fact that Mr. Hunter is always willing to explore those tough worlds.
But if possible, Mason, you'd better find another career. The 'Swordsman' I work for is a good superior.
If you are interested, I can help you with the connections.
Of course, you will have to bear the cost of using connections."
"Let's talk about it later."
Mason waved his hand, dismissing the suggestion.
What good superiors can there be in the Star Club?
Are you kidding me!
"Take out your captain card."
Mr. Sandstorm pinched his fingers and produced a silver captain card.
He said to Mason, and the young man hesitated suddenly as he pinched out his bronze card;
"I feel a little bit disappointed. I just lost a world with infinite possibilities."
"Codes!"
Mr. Sandstorm cursed in his mind.
The thing he feared most happened.
Although this rookie in front of him is green, he has all the bad habits that a pioneer captain should have. He has learned to take advantage of others at such a young age!
The worst thing is that I am now so destitute that I can only let him do whatever he wants.
It’s so annoying!
"Haha, how could I let you lose money? Look at what you said."
Mr. Sandstorm said with a smile on his face:
"When I return to my vassal base world, I will definitely get you something better. I am your senior and big brother, how can I let a junior newcomer down?
don’t worry.
If you have time, come and visit my vassal world, I will definitely give you a warm welcome.
Or I can take you to the assassin's world, where all kinds of good stuff are plentiful? I can even get you some Isu armor or something like that for self-defense."
"I'm busy dealing with my first mandatory mission, so I don't have time to play."
Mason also said with a sad face:
"As you said, as a member of Mr. Hunter's direct team, I don't think I will survive the first mission. Sigh, it's really not fun to have no good things to protect myself.
I wonder if there will be any kind-hearted person to help me? "
The two people stood in front of the Gate of the World and fell silent at the same time.
Mr. Sandstorm's dark face showed a look . Under Mason's expectant gaze, he gritted his teeth, took out another drawing from his pocket and handed it over.
explain:
"That's enough, Mason. This time, the four pioneering teams were completely wiped out in this world, and 27 B-level personnel alone died! You don't understand the significance of this matter.
But I think you should spend more time preparing for questioning than blackmailing me."
"You advised!"
Mason took the blueprint, and with a serious face, he stuck his captain on the World Gate and swiped it. Then Mr. Sandstorm also stuck his captain on the gate and swiped it.
A fifth scale immediately appeared on the brass handle that originally had four scales.
Mr. Sandstorm, who was blackmailed, didn't want to say anything.
He twisted the handle, inserted the energy stone, opened the door, threw Mason a mobile phone for communication, and jumped in. Mason watched him leave, and at the moment the world door closed, he looked at the blueprint in his hand.
To be precise, the recipe should be:
Green Goblin's Super Serum
Quality: Depends on the creator's alchemical craftsmanship.
Item Effect: After the serum is injected according to the standard procedure, the injector will gain super strength, super speed, super endurance, super reaction and a certain degree of self-healing ability.
The serum needs to be injected long-term or it will lose its effectiveness.
The serum has serious side effects that can cause mental disorders in the user, and after multiple injections a second personality will be born.
Producer: Norman Osborn
Item Description: If you are lonely, please take this serum, provided that you can accept that your second personality is likely to be smarter and more charming than you.
"This is to trick me."
Mason looked at the drawing and sneered, saying:
"Mr. Sandstorm, you almost fooled me. You are so insincere in making friends. You deserve to be wiped out."
