Volume 3: The Nameless Chapter 11 What? Who is the traitor? How can you insult someone's innocence out of thin air?
Mason was excited after getting the super serum formula. He wanted to rely on his krypton gold dog eyes to get it for free and lay a solid foundation for his future rise in the personal manufacturing industry.
However, things don't always go as planned.
But before Mason could make his move, a slender figure suddenly appeared behind him in this bustling trading venue and reached out to calm Mason's restless heart.
"Mr. Hunter has been waiting for you for a whole day, Mason Cooper! Rude fellow! Drop everything you are doing right now and go to his office right away!"
"Oh, it's really like a death sentence. It's impossible for me to relax and go to the market."
Mason complained and returned the analyzed serum formula to the blond young man in front of him. He smiled and pushed the Ravenclaw wisdom glasses on his nose, waved to the team of brothers in front of him said:
"Then I will have to ask you guys about the essence of alchemy next time, little brother Alphonse and Mr. Fullmetal Alchemist Edward."
After saying that, the guy left with the mysterious woman who suddenly appeared behind him, leaving the two brothers looking at each other in bewilderment.
"Alphonse! You told him our real names?"
The short blond young man immediately turned around and glared at the armored brother, who, though in a majestic posture, waved his hands in panic and explained:
"No, I didn't say anything, brother. I have always claimed that you are the 'necromancer' and I am your cursed knight to scare people.
That person...
I don't know what's wrong with him, but maybe he's really an alchemist, not some self-proclaimed witch doctor."
"Yeah?"
The young man named Edward looked back at the counter, where a business card was placed. He picked it up, looked at it, and said:
"Team K? Mason Cooper? Tsk, what a secretive, annoying guy. Alphonse, close the shop, and let's go back and study this unicorn blood.
I think I can make a lot of interesting things with it.”
On the other side, after instructing Zha Kang and Er Tong not to spend money lavishly on purchases, Mason followed Mr. Hunter's messenger and left the second-floor hall of Star Castle.
"I haven't seen you before. Are you a member of Mr. Hunter's team?"
As Mason walked into a high-tech elevator that went directly to the top floor of the castle, he looked at his sister in a long robe and said in confusion:
"And I didn't receive any message from Mr. Hunter that he was waiting for me. Otherwise, how could I be so rude as to make this important person wait for so long?"
"I'm not obligated to answer any of your questions, Mason."
The young lady with a very young voice said in a cold tone:
"And does Mr. Hunter need to take the initiative to talk about this? As the captain of the reserve team, shouldn't the first thing you do after arriving at Star Castle be to take the initiative to visit your superiors?
Don't you understand the ways of the world?"
"I understand."
Mason leaned against the rising elevator and said in a gentle tone:
"I'm just afraid that my meaningless visit would disturb Mr. Hunter's important work. The last time we met, he told me to seize every opportunity to improve Team K's strength to cope with the pioneering mission.
As a rookie captain who has only been in the organization for a month, I don’t want to embarrass my superiors when I appear on my first mission.”
"You just listen to too much crazy talk."
The young lady standing in front of Mason said in a cold tone:
“I’m sure there are some gossipy people who told you that being part of Mr. Hunter’s direct team means extremely high casualties and danger that can come at any time.
You are just resisting this fate."
"Can you read minds?"
Mason raised his eyebrows and said:
"Why else would you say it out loud when I dared to think of this? You know this behavior is annoying, right?"
"Hmph, I'm only responsible to Mr. Hunter, Mr. Mason."
The lady did not deny Mason's speculation, she said:
"But don't worry. Mind-reading is prohibited within the Star Castle. As for your thoughts... I can tell without mind-reading."
"So what those people told me about the horrific experiences of Mr. Hunter's direct team were false?"
Mason pushed his hat, and the hat cooperated and released the magic of "brain occlusion" into Mason's mental level to prevent his thoughts from being read.
The young man said quietly:
"My team was drinking in the Stars Tavern for an hour when they heard about Mr. Hunter's past few years. 13 teams were wiped out for no apparent reason.
More than 40 Class B personnel and nearly 200 Class C personnel died in a foreign land.
The other two great mentors each have at least ten direct teams under their command, but our Lord Hunter only has two teams left that have not been destroyed by her.
Including my K team and his own team, there are only four.
To say that he is a lonely man is an exaggeration.
Madam, are these creepy rumors all false? If you were me, wouldn’t you feel resistance when you heard these gossips? "
“These are all true.”
The young lady with her back to Mason shrugged and answered without hiding anything:
"Mr. Hunter has to deal with the most troublesome, serious, and fatal problems in the Star Society's exploration affairs. This is his duty as the Grand Master of Exploration.
To do the job, he needs the most fearless pioneers to travel with him into dangerous places.
Such a high loss is just an appearance, Mason Cooper.
You have to see the deeper meaning. If you don't let yourself be defeated you will become more resilient. What doesn't kill you will always make you stronger.
That’s all.”
At this point, Mr. Hunter's messenger laughed and said meaningfully:
"Or do you think you are born weak and just want to be a useless person who eats and waits for death in this life?"
"If possible, who wouldn't want to live a relaxed, happy and carefree life?"
Mason shrugged and responded with a calmness that did not belong to his age:
"After all, 'ideals' are not necessities in life most of the time. You can certainly have this crazy idea of 'survival of the fittest', but you can't expect everyone to believe in the cruel law of the jungle like you do."
"bite"
The elevator door opened at this moment.
There is only one room on this floor, and its door is right in front of the elevator.
The young lady pushed open the door and led Mason in. The office and bedroom suite that appeared before them looked very quaint and elegant, making Mason feel as if he had entered the bedroom of a medieval noble.
There is hardly any modern decor here.
Mr. Hunter was still dressed in the same outfit as before, with a mask covering his body. He...she was sitting behind a huge mahogany desk, looking through something that looked like a map.
"Mason Cooper has arrived, your Excellency."
The young lady who had been so cold just now reported to the great mentor in front of her with a very respectful tone, while Mason stood with his hands behind his back, making a serious expression like a worker summoned by a big boss.
"Well, thank you, Anna."
Mr. Hunter said in a fake, low, hoarse male voice:
"Go and take a rest now. Team Axe has just completed a difficult mission. Maybe they need a few days of vacation?"
"My team and I are ready to go at any time, my lord."
The young lady straightened her back and said:
"Time is running out, and we just wanted to share a little more to relieve you."
"I am so touched every time you come."
Mr. Hunter laughed, sighed, and said in a long voice:
"Unlike some heartless people who not only don't solve the problem but also create problems for me."
This sentence made Mason raise his eyebrows. Why did it sound like he was making a veiled complaint?
Am I the one being referred to as a heartless person?
Shouldn't it?
Didn’t I just kill more than twenty bastards for you?
"Since you still have energy left, go and assist in the emergency evacuation of the B-class world 'Silent Hill'."
Mr. Hunter handed a map to the young lady in front of him and told her:
"The evacuation there is being led by several teams of spellcasters under the command of the warlock. You can go and help them and be responsible for collecting supplies and transferring personnel from the surface world.
Just like before, it needs to be completed as soon as possible, Anna. The supernatural world in that world has always been very unstable, and the ever-expanding disaster illusions have been stimulating it. It is estimated that before the impact occurs, a global supernatural crisis will be triggered.
If possible, bring as many 'specialties' as possible.
The supernatural beings that abound in the Silent Hill world are extremely rare in the entire parallel world system and are important resources.
The transfer gate will be ready in seven hours.
You can go there first to take stock of the people who need to be evacuated."
"Yes, Master Hunter."
The mysterious Miss Anna accepted the mission.
She turned around and left quickly. As she passed by Mason, the young lady lowered her voice and said:
"Don't let your imagination run wild, Mason. If you want to be 'one of our own', just be honest."
After saying that, she strode away, leaving Mason alone to face the busy Mr. Hunter.
The door closed behind him with a muffled sound, and the entire office was silent. Mr. Hunter continued to deal with the documents at hand and did not seem to have any intention of talking to Mason.
The young man waited patiently without saying a word.
He was thinking about the conversation between Mr. Hunter and Captain Anna. A B-level world needed emergency evacuation? And the code name of that world was "Silent Hill"?
It is also rich in strange and supernatural creatures.
Combining these pieces of information together allowed Mason to immediately make a preliminary guess.
"what's on your mind?"
Mr. Hunter took a map in his hand, drew a few lines on it with a pen, and suddenly asked.
Mason immediately replied softly:
"Speculating whether this 'evacuation' is a large-scale operation, and whether it is related to the 'impact' I heard about a few hours ago from Miss Judy, the logistics officer of the Afterlife Team?"
"You'll see it for yourself soon enough."
Mr. Hunter waved his hand without dwelling on the issue.
She said bluntly:
"You will understand a lot of things by then. But I summoned you here today not to talk about these problems that we can't solve, but about your work report, Mason.
Your report made us realize that there is a hidden story behind the casualties in your base world. To be more precise, I have determined it after discussing with the other two great mentors.
There's a traitor in our organization!
A shameless, cunning, sinister guy who sold out his companions to the natives in exchange for benefits!
He has always disguised himself very well.
Even fooled me!
But someone must bear the cost of this loss!"
This sentence was said with an emphasis.
Mason's heart skipped a beat, and then he saw Mr. Hunter stand up, walk around the desk and walk towards him. When he was five steps away, she waved her hand.
An ancient and elegant sword surrounded by blood jumped into her hand.
This scene made Mason's hair tingle.
Could it be that his guess was wrong?
Could it be that Mr. Hunter is not one of "his own people"? Did she lure herself here and tell him this just to get herself out of the protection of the Justice League?
With this thought in mind, Mason waved his hands and said:
"Wait, I can explain..."
“No need to explain!”
Mr. Hunter said in a cold tone:
"The traitor must die! Especially at this moment when the impact is imminent and people are in panic, there is no reason to explain such a heinous betrayal.
Isn't that right, Mason Cooper?"
"I don't want to do that either. Some things are really out of my control."
Mason's hand was on the flintlock at his waist, and his hat began to accumulate magic power to release a random teleportation.
"We have found out who the traitor is and have enough evidence. Now I have to finish this matter."
Mr. Hunter stepped forward with knife in hand and stood one step away from Mason.
Her eyes studied Mason's expression beneath the mask. She certainly noticed that the young man was about to resist, but she didn't care.
The difference in combat power between the two is like that between a Tyrannosaurus Rex and a Paramecium.
After three full seconds of silence, when Mason was about to make up his mind to resist, he heard the murderous hunter suddenly change the subject and said quietly:
"That damn traitor is Sandstorm! He was the one you let go, so you are also responsible for this matter, Mason Cooper. You have caused me trouble at this important moment.
So you have to find a way to solve this mess!"
"ha?"
Mason was extremely shocked at this moment.
etc!
Wait, how come Mr. Sandstorm, who is loyal to the cause of the Star Society, has become a traitor for no apparent reason? Hey, are you guys mistaken about something?
The real traitor is right in front of you!
You are insulting someone's innocence, do you know that?
If you don't have the use of your eyes, you can donate them to someone in need.
Mr. Hunter admired Mason's "wonderful" expression at this time. She stroked the bloody sword in her hand and said in a long voice:
"What? You have a problem with Sandstorm being the traitor? If he's not, that means someone else is the traitor, right? Little Mason.
You have always been a very wise and intelligent person.
Then please tell me, if the traitor was not Shabao, then who was it? If I remember correctly, the only member who stayed after that incident was him..."
"Ahem, I definitely don't mean that! Sir, I have no secrets, and Team K is absolutely loyal!"
Mason said seriously:
“I was just shocked by this horrible truth. Who would have thought that the guy with such an honest face could have such a cold and terrible mind?
I actually gave him a way out even though I was deceived.
This really shouldn't happen.
I may really be too young, because my inappropriate kindness has caused you trouble at this important moment, for which I sincerely apologize."
"Just so you know."
Mr. Hunter snorted and said:
"Young people are always clumsy in their work, and they always leave some unnecessary messes that need others to clean up for them. Next time something like this happens, remember to handle it more cleanly."
Mason lowered his head and accepted the criticism from his superiors.
His mouth curved into a smile.
All the negative emotions in my heart disappeared at this moment.
He was completely sure that the hunter in front of him, who was disguised as a man, was one of his own.
A real one of ours.
Someone who can confuse right and wrong in the organization, call a horse a zebra, and label a B-level personnel a traitor with just a flick of his finger.
This means that he finally has an absolute strong backer in the damn Star Club. With this relationship, can he do whatever he wants?
"If you recognize your mistakes, there is still hope."
Mr. Hunter put away the cold and attractive sword, patted Mason on the shoulder , and said casually:
"Since you are the one who caused the trouble, you should solve it yourself. I want to see this matter come to a perfect end before the third impact occurs. As for Sandstorm's head...
You can retrieve it for me."
This reminder made Mason raise his eyebrows.
He didn't expect that the big shot in front of him would make such a request, but faced with this question, Mason made the right choice without hesitation.
He nodded.
Anyway, Mr. Sandstorm and the Hydra team are not good people. They were the ones who spread the zombie virus into the world of the Afterlife team. Miss Judy still grits her teeth when she mentions them now.
If Mason can kill the sandstorm, he can not only complete Mr. Hunter's instructions, but also improve the favorability of the Afterlife Team.
Killing two birds with one stone, totally worth it.
But the most important problem now is that Mason doesn't think he has the ability to do so.
"He fled back to his base world. He said he had taken control of the world and had all the resources of the world at his disposal, even though his main players had been exhausted.
But he still has players in reserve.”
Mason spread his hands and said to Mr. Hunter who picked up the document again:
"Team K has only been established for a month, and I'm still in the process of recruiting members. Let's go deep into a controlled base world to execute traitors.
What I mean is…
Wouldn’t that seem a little bit too much?”
"Indeed, it is like sending you to your death."
The Grand Exploration Master of the Star Society nodded seriously.
She slowly picked up a map and looked at it, then said softly:
"But you should have known my ways, Mason, and those gossipy fellows would have made up a rumor that I had deliberately sent you to your deaths for fun.
I want to clarify this.”
She looked up at Mason and said seriously:
"Those are not rumors, they are the truth! So, you better behave yourself, Reserve K."
