Volume 3: The Nameless Chapter 53: Even though I have maxed out my reputation, I just won't recruit! Hey, just for fun
"How did you get yourself into this state?"
When Mason left the old Green Goblin's office and returned to the ward in Osborn Tower, he saw Catwoman being taken care of by several medical staff from the Osborn Group.
The latter was lying on the makeshift hospital bed, groaning, with blood-stained battle clothes piled beside him. This posture scared Mason.
We finally won the battle. If the future Mrs. Wayne died here, Team K wouldn't have to go back to Gotham. We should get ready to face the crazy pursuit from the master as soon as possible.
He hurried forward to drive away the group of unprofessional Osborn doctors and personally checked the condition of Catwoman, but the latter's injuries were not serious and she didn't even have a scar.
"It's okay, don't worry, and you don't have to bandage me."
Selena, lying on the hospital bed, said sickly:
“It’s just that when I followed Mary Jane on the giant lizard to attack those biochemical mad dogs, I was accidentally hit by a bomb. Now I have a headache.
Just take a break.”
Mason was stunned when he heard what Catwoman said.
Then he completed the first aid bandage very professionally. Although the other party had no wounds, you see he had only bandaged half of it, so he couldn't waste the magic bandage, right?
The main thing is that I haven’t received the first aid bandaging proficiency training yet.
He tied a beautiful bow around Selina's wrist, then stroked his chin and said:
"Dizziness may be a sequelae of concussion. I'll prepare some medicine for you when I get back. By the way, where did you go before? When everyone was busy, there was no news from you. Did you go out to slack off?"
"I already said that I followed Mary Jane to attack those elite soldiers, and I even rode a giant lizard for a while. Don't ask me anymore. I urgently need to rest for a while."
Selina yawned and urged:
“You should go check on Ertong. I feel like he’s hurt more than I am. There’s nothing in this awful place. I feel like my skin is in tatters.
Now I urgently need to have a spa to relax.
And if I don't go back, Bruce will be worried."
"Okay, okay, I'll take you home in a bit, but I have a feeling you're hiding something."
Mason said, rolling his eyes, but walked into the next ward at Catwoman's urging.
Catwoman sighed as she watched Mason leave. She bit her lip and showed a cute annoyed expression. She then pulled the bed sheet up to cover her head, like a "defensive barrier" before sleeping at night.
As we all know, ghosts will not harm people in bed.
Then, Selina raised her left hand and placed it in front of her eyes.
As she watched, a mass of black, mud-like substance gushed out from beneath her delicate skin and quickly wrapped around Catwoman's palms and fingers, forming tough and sinister biological cat claws in just a moment.
"It's not that I don't want to tell you, little Mason, it's just that I don't know where to start."
Selina stared at the changes in her hands in a daze.
She just said casually that she was weakened by the bomb, but the real situation was much more dangerous than she said.
Considering the destructive power of the particle cannon that almost tore her body apart at that time, if it weren't for this weird thing, Catwoman would now be meeting the man she loves in the form of a black and white photo, and Team K, from Mason on down, would be frowning and thinking carefully about how to escape the punishment and pursuit from Bruce Wayne who lost his lover.
Catwoman shuddered when she recalled the dangerous scene last night. She had truly walked between life and death.
To make matters worse, she seemed to lose control for a brief moment after nearly being blown up.
In her vague memory, she only remembered that she transformed into "Venom Black Cat" and slaughtered crazily. The Lizardmen were able to enter Area B so smoothly not only because of the Anti-Superman Armor attacking in the front, but also because of her bloodthirsty hunting in the dark.
However, Catwoman herself knew very well that she was by no means a bloodthirsty person, and the situation last night must have been caused by this damn thing!
"You damn thing!"
Selina shook her hands, letting the Venom symbiote fall off her fingers. She gritted her teeth and said:
"Look, I'll find someone to kill you when I get back!"
"You better not do this, Selina."
A deep, muddy voice sounded in Catwoman's mind, saying:
"Didn't we make a deal? Didn't I save your life? You see, you were doing something dangerous, and you needed me, and I needed you.
We have accomplished symbiosis.
I have the power and I will fight for you.
Please don't tell Mason Cooper about my existence.
That guy is dangerous!
The young man who always has a gentle smile hides a dark beast in his heart. He will treat you and me as experimental subjects and put us on the dissection table. I know you trust him as you trust your relatives.
But Selena...
Everyone needs their own little harmless secret.
I promise, I will never do anything bad."
Catwoman didn't answer.
She was still thinking about these things but she didn't notice that in a blind spot beside her bed, a small camera was working. Outside her ward, Mason frowned tightly as he watched the changes in thermal imaging from the micro-display in his hand.
He is a senior alchemist!
When he touched Catwoman's arm just now, he sensed some changes taking place in Selina's body, but now was not a good time to deal with this problem. They had to wait until they returned to Gotham.
We have to hurry up.
Mason adjusted his expression, turned around and walked into the next ward and saw Ertong. Although his wounds had healed, just from the scars it was clear that Ertong had definitely experienced a battle.
The black-haired young man was now sitting beside the hospital bed, looking at the broken Great Caste Blade in his hand with some sadness. To him, the loss of the weapon was obviously more painful than the pain in his body .
However, Ertong looked much more decent than Selina who was "possessed by Venom". Apart from his pale face and a bandage on his arm, there was basically nothing wrong with him.
Thanks to the alchemist captain, the members of Team K never lacked some first aid medicines.
Mason took out Hufflepuff's gold cup, scooped a spoonful of the epic-quality blood tonic and gave it to the second bucket to drink. This high-quality healing medicine was extremely effective, and within a few minutes the young man recovered more of his strength.
He looked at Jason, who was dejected because of the loss of his weapon, and joked:
"You look like you were kicked in the balls by the White Ghost. I have to give you a day off so you can have a good rest for a few days. You look terrible."
"But I'm in a good mood."
Ertong, who was leaning against the bed, rarely smiled. The black-haired young man put his broken sword into an antique box as if he was saying goodbye.
The young man, who was suspected of having a "fetish", stretched his tired body and whispered:
"I was never sure whether joining Team K was the right decision, but after this battle I can be sure that we are at least not bad guys, which makes me no longer suffer as much as when I fell into the hands of the Assassin's League.
My blade is swinging in the right direction, and that’s precious.”
"But we just did the right thing at the wrong time and in the wrong place, so don't think too much about it, Jason. Maybe the next mission will require us to be ruthless and destroy a world?"
Mason replied.
He glanced at the wooden box next to Ertong and shook his head. He took out the Gryffindor Sword of Vengeance and rubbed it in his hand. Then, in Jason's surprised eyes, he threw this magical blade with growth potential to him.
explain:
"I've compensated you, don't let it go to waste."
"Isn't this what Mr. Hat gave you?"
Ertong couldn't let go of the new weapon. He glanced at the black hat on Mason's head and said:
"If you give it to me, will you..."
"Have you ever seen me fight in close combat since you joined the team?"
Mason shrugged and said:
"I'm a very insecure person. It's actually quite good to be a coward who attacks from a distance. This thing is a waste of money if it falls into my hands. If you really don't want it, then give it back to me?
It will look better if I hang it on the wall.”
"bass"
The silver blade was half pulled out. Ertong looked at the blade that had stabbed the Sandman to death and absorbed the energy and turned into sand. He whispered to Mason:
"Thank you, Captain. I won't let it go to waste."
If Mason remembered correctly, this was the first time Ertong called him "Captain" since he joined the team.
This title alone was enough to make the easily satisfied Lord Mason happy for a long time. After confirming that Ertong and Selina were still able to move, Mason planned to leave with his people.
The others were not hard to find, on the balcony on this level of the Osborne Tower.
The Kite Man, Captain Jack and Zack were smoking and talking about the world. The three boastful men finally found a chance to relax.
Mason felt embarrassed when he heard them bragging about each other. These guys were really shameless.
Mason called them over and handed the captain's authorization card he had just received to the drunk Captain Jack. After hearing the use of this thing, Jack said with shining eyes that he wanted to go to his "new ship" to take a look.
This request was immediately and strongly rejected by Barbara who came over.
What a joke!
The area near that ship had just been bombed by a tactical nuclear weapon an hour ago. Although it was a small nuclear bomb that would not cause radiation contamination, going there now would be really seeking death.
Zha Kang, who had wanted to leave here for a long time, was already cleaning up the World Gate and preparing to run away.
Dawn is about to come, and the demon Itlegan who is killing people down there may come to cause trouble at any time. Even if Jason Blood regains his sanity, it will not be a good thing.
That guy had conflicts with the jerk Constantine before, and now he has been tricked into another world and can't go back in a short time. If Mason is a demon knight, he will definitely draw his sword and kill Constantine, the bastard, on the spot.
"Mason!"
The shout from behind made Mason turn around while he was thinking, and he saw the haggard Peter Parker being pushed towards him by Matt Murdock, who was wearing Daredevil's iconic red and gold suit.
Hmm!
It is a rare sight to see a lame Spider-Man being pushed around by a blind man.
"You're not injured that badly, are you?"
When they got closer, Mason stared at the old spider in the wheelchair and said with a frown:
"Wolverine's enhancements are enough to heal all your injuries. Who are you trying to show pity for by sitting in a wheelchair? Are you planning to win back Mary Jane in this way?"
"No, it's over."
Peter in the wheelchair smiled with a complicated expression.
This time there is less cynical resentment and more relief.
It seemed that killing the Mimic Master had put his mind at ease, and brought back some of the image of the talkative young man who used to hang around New York.
Unfortunately, things have changed.
He coughed and said:
"Jane and I can't go back to the past, and I shouldn't keep thinking about going back to the past. We should always look forward. Maybe we can become friends in the future..."
"Come on."
Mason leaned against the wall next to him, rolled his eyes and said:
"This is just the beginning of your ill-fated relationship. Every Spider-Man should have his own Mary Jane. This is not even something you two can decide.
Let’s not talk about this anymore. How are you doing?”
"Headache."
Peter bared his teeth, pointed to his head and said:
"That wild beast sense seems to still be stirring in my mind and is unwilling to leave, but this may not be a bad thing. Under its stimulation, my long-dormant spider sense seems to have some movement.
And then there's the hunger and the stomach discomfort, like the intestines are twisted together."
The old spider rubbed his belly, and Mason noticed that a lot of the fat on his body had disappeared, making his belly flatter.
"Last night, the short battle of just over ten minutes allowed me to consume twelve pounds of fat, but more likely it was Logan's fighting instinct that prompted my body to consume these useless things."
Spider-Man sighed and said:
"It was horrible, and although it was an effective way to lose weight, I really don't want to go through it again."
"Just bear with it. The most uncomfortable rejection reaction has not come yet. You will probably have to stay in bed for half a month."
Mason took out a few bottles of tonic and a bunch of bottles and jars used for health care and handed them to the old Spider who had a headache. He told him how to take them in a long voice like an old Chinese doctor.
After he finished speaking, he glanced at the two people in front of him and whispered:
"What are you two going to do next? I won't hide it from you. I just talked to Norman Osborn. He plans to use your abilities to help him contact those pioneers who have already left.
Lawyer Ma will be sent to contact the defenders.
And you, Peter, he wants you to get Frank and Gwen back."
"No! He shall never."
Peter in the wheelchair drank the demulcent in one gulp, which slightly relieved his headache. Then he shook his head and said:
"I won't join the Star Society. I want to stay here! I will continue to protect the people here in Osborne Tower. I have no interest in those gorgeous parallel worlds. Compared to the outside world full of monsters and demons, this devastated hometown needs me more."
"Me too."
Attorney Matt sat next to Mason.
He recovered well, but due to several years of bed rest he was still unable to engage in high-intensity combat. But tonight he also participated in the war to liberate Osborne Tower in his own way.
He leaned on his cane, which he called "Billy", and whispered:
"Norman Osborn clearly has a plan of his own, and he's using every surviving hero as a pawn, and you can't take his side of the story, Mason.
The heroes who went away were all believable characters.
If they're having trouble with the Green Goblin, there's something fishy going on. I know Team K is working with Norman, but don't get too close to him."
"Well, I've experienced that myself."
Mason sneered and said:
"He tricked us before. He may have a grand ambition and his goal may be in line with ours for now, but I don't like the means and methods he used to achieve his goal.
He and I will never be friends, but unfortunately, we need each other.”
"Mason."
After a few seconds of silence, the old spider in the wheelchair raised his head, playing with the crystal bottle in his hand that had been drained of potion, and said to Mason:
"If you need me to help you, I can go with you! I owe you a heavy favor last night. If you need anything, I will definitely help you to the best of my ability."
"Me too."
Lawyer Matt smiled and said:
"I owe you a life. This is a big favor. I just don't know if there is a place for two useless people like us in Team K..."
"No, I have no plans to recruit more people for the time being."
Mason winked and rejected the two "recruitment contracts" that were delivered to his door without even looking at them. He glanced at the door to the world that had opened behind him and joked:
"But you can join Team K as 'non-staff members' and be considered our honorary members. This way, I don't have to pay you an extra 'job insurance'.
All kidding aside, you two."
He said seriously to Old Spider and Lawyer Ma:
"You all have concerns here, and I'm not so desperate as to snatch away a little girl's father who has just become a hero. As for you, Matt...
I heard from Green Goblin that Erica also went to the Star Club? Aren't you going to go find her?"
"She will be back."
Lawyer Matt smiled gently and said:
"Erica left the shelter and went to the outside world to find a way to save me, but now that I have recovered, maybe she will come back soon."
"Look, everyone has a happy life."
Mason said sourly:
"So I, a person who brings misfortune, will not disturb your good life after the apocalypse. Team K does not lack two powerful attackers."
"Wait, Mason."
The young man turned to walk into the gate of the world but was stopped by the old spider. He turned around and saw Peter holding a key and handing it to him, saying:
"The weapons that Taskmaster collected were all specially made by SHIELD for the Avengers. I put them all in a compartment safe on the top floor.
If Matt and I can't leave with you to a more dangerous place, then perhaps the weapons of the dead will protect you instead.
Remember to come back and visit when you have time, and don’t forget that you still have friends here.”
"If you need anything, just ask."
Lawyer Matt stood up, patted Mason on the shoulder, and said:
"We and the world must respond!"
