Volume 3: The Nameless Chapter 56 V, there is a cyber-psycho causing trouble in Star Castle, would you like to stop by and take a look?
"I killed a garrison of cleaners on my own initiative. If they don't trust me, they should have thrown me out as cannon fodder or found a way to get rid of me."
Mason looked back at the office door that closed behind him. He thought in the elevator:
"Although she was warned, the matter was still handled with great care, which means that in her eyes, the Cleaners' garrison may be just a 'trouble'.
So we still have people in the 'higher authority'?
This is a mysterious person with enough power to influence the decisions of the Cleaners or cover up the news of a rebellion in a certain world. Well, this fact really makes people feel at ease.
It seems that after I mistakenly joined a violent gang, I was fortunate enough to join a powerful traitor organization."
Mason looked at the elevator floor number jumping in front of him. He played with the small slime monster jumping around in his palm and whispered:
"However, Mr. Hunter's reaction also proves that she is probably not the real leader of the Quint Club. There are higher-level leaders above her.
So I now define myself as a lackey of lackeys...
Ah, it sounds so cheap and like I will be thrown out as cannon fodder at any time."
He complained quietly, and when the elevator went down to the third floor, Mason took out the hourglass that Mr. Hunter had given him before. Only a small part of the quicksand on the hourglass was left, and it was still flowing away with the passage of time.
When the sand leaked out, he could see the things he had always been curious about.
About "impact", about "disaster", about those truths that others are very afraid of.
In what form will it appear?
This made Mason, who had escaped punishment and was in a good mood, couldn't help but fantasize, but in the office he had just left, Mr. Hunter didn't even feel like drinking coffee.
She took off the mask on her face angrily and threw it aside. Her long silver hair fell down and was casually pushed behind her ears.
She opened the drawer, took out a very old-fashioned communication device, pressed a few buttons, and then threw it aside.
A few minutes later, a letter was delivered to Mr. Hunter's desk by the "messenger" of the Star Society.
It was more like some kind of magic that made the envelope fall from the air in front of Mr. Hunter and land right in her open hand, but he did not open the letter, but left it on the table.
A few seconds later, the envelope floated up, and its paper twisted into a human mouth, speaking in a deep man's voice.
This is the "howler letter".
Originating from the "useful little tricks" in the magic system of the Hogwarts world, the Star Society and its parent organizations are quite good at making the best use of everything.
The letter said to the hunter:
"What happened? Why did such a vicious attack happen suddenly? Or at this critical moment, are you sure it was just an accident and not a trap set by your other two 'good colleagues'?"
"Don't speculate on conspiracy theories about everything. This was just an accident."
Mr. Hunter shook his head and said:
"You need to send someone to that coordinate world to talk to Norman Osborn and find out his background. Judging from the description in the mission report submitted by my people, this guy is quite capable.
Although it is not uncommon for vassal worlds to send undercover agents into the Star Society, such a large-scale operation has been concealed for three years without being discovered. This is indeed worthy of attention.
It was obvious that he did not do this alone.
According to the intelligence my people brought, when that coordinate world was invaded, they not only sent people to the Star Society in the opposite direction, but also some of them went to your side.
Gotta find them!
If possible, contact them and see if you can work together.”
The envelope in front of her didn't say anything for a while, and then after more than ten seconds, it spoke softly:
"You know this is risky. We are not as free as you are, hunter. There are more than a dozen eyes watching me even when I go to the toilet.
They would like to hide by the toilet and hand me toilet paper when I need it..."
"The risks and troubles are your problem! Not mine."
Mr. Hunter said bluntly:
"It was you who dragged me into this damned little group, and it was you who gave me this heavy responsibility. I could have easily..."
"To die?"
The voice yawned and said:
"You know if I hadn't saved you, you would have died with your parents in that meaningless and worthless rebellion. It would have been fine if you didn't thank me, but you actually put the blame on me.
Hey, I'm not begging you to join this little group, hunter girl.
Okay okay.
I know you've been under a lot of pressure lately. I'll send someone to contact Norman Osborn, okay? You don't have to get involved in this matter. I'll take care of the Cleaners.
It would not be surprising if any problems arose during the impact; a garrison on a marginal world encountered an accident, which would only be a line of numbers in the summary of the situation.
So, the Mason Cooper who told you all this and did it without telling you is the 'new Old K'? What do you think of this person? Is he trustworthy?
"good."
After Mr. Hunter "learned" from Mason and threw his troubles to his superior, he was in a much better mood. He picked up his coffee cup again, took a sip, and said:
"He has brains and skills, and what's more valuable is that he has good intentions. It's just that he has too many tricks. He's always testing my bottom line in his words and deeds. You know, I'm not very good at dealing with guys like him.
But you must be enjoying it, how about I find a chance to send him to you?"
"Never mind. It's not a good idea right now."
The voice said regretfully:
"Let's wait until this impact is over. There are several 'world salvation' test projects going on at the same time. If we are lucky, we may not have to go to the final stage of fighting with them.
After all, everyone came together for the same purpose to create such a big mess.
"Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. I have a meeting to attend soon. There is another group of conquerors coming and I have to go and inspect them. I will leave the three spy teams hidden in the Star Society to you. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, no problem."
Mr. Hunter put down his coffee cup and looked at the mission report submitted by Mason. At the end of their conversation, she suddenly said:
"Wait, I suddenly realized that there are some of your 'acquaintances' in these three teams, Black Widow Natasha, Phil Coulson, tsk, do they want special treatment?"
"It's just a temporal entity."
The voice said casually:
"Although they have the same name, the same past and even the same appearance, they are not the people I am familiar with. You have been in this business for so long, are you still not used to this kind of thing?
When I first started doing this, I killed three of my own people.
I guess your little brother Mason Cooper will also face the same thing soon. Huh, I'm really curious about how he will deal with himself in another time and space?
Don’t forget to tell me the result then.”
After saying that , the envelope floating in front of Mr. Hunter turned into ashes and dissipated in the air as if it had spontaneously combusted without fire.
The man's words undoubtedly reminded Mr. Hunter. She stroked her chin, thought for a while, stood up and put on her mask. In a flash of silver light, she disappeared from the office with her coffee. When she appeared again, she had arrived at the deepest part of the Great Library of All Worlds in Star Castle.
In front of me was a huge, weird steampunk-style machine.
Mr. Hunter held the coffee cup, picked up a punch card and put it into the card slot, then pulled the lever down. As white steam gushed out of the vent, she said:
"Search all currently known parallel worlds for the space-time variant of the C-level member of the Star Society, 'Mason Cooper'. List the results for me in a table."
The machine in front of me received the command and started working rapidly.
Amid the harsh sound of gears colliding and rotating, the machine was operating and projecting an extremely complex star map system. It was not just three-dimensional, but more like a special system formed by many phantoms entangled together.
Spots of light flickered above, representing the worlds being traversed one by one.
Nearly three minutes later, another hot punch card was spit out, and Mr. Hunter took it to a special machine nearby, put the punch card in, and converted the information it carried into text.
A few seconds later, a note was sent out.
Mr. Hunter took it in his hand and glanced at it, then spat out the coffee he had just put into his mouth with a "puff".
"The number of Mason Cooper's temporal anomalies is 0? He is the only one in the entire multiverse parallel world system! How is this possible?"
Mr. Hunter exclaimed in his heart, “Oh shit!”
She was so shocked that she couldn't speak for a moment, and looked back at the strange machine behind her that was said to have been dragged back from a place called the "Life Tribunal".
In the high-level circles of the Star Society, this thing is called the "Destiny Machine". It is said that it can predict the fate of all things in the world. Many important decisions require the advice and assistance of the Destiny Machine.
A few seconds later, Mr. Hunter rubbed his head and complained:
"Is this thing broken? But if it's not broken, I have to think about what kind of person I have recruited...
It seems that Mason is a much more important person than I thought."
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“A-choo!”
Mason , who was talking to the tech girl from 2077 in Judy's workshop, suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his nose and didn't care. He took the photo on the communicator in his hand and said to Judy:
"Look at how this photo turned out. Actually, I wanted to bring back his head at first, but that was too barbaric. Besides, when that guy died, he turned into quicksand. Nothing would be left."
Judy didn't answer.
She curled up on the sofa and looked at the photo in Mason's hand with a complicated expression.
The complex and terrified expression of Mr. Sandstorm before his death was captured vividly. I wonder if this bastard who once spread the zombie virus in Night City repented for the dirty things he had done in the past when he died?
"Thank you, Mason, and Barbara."
Judy's eyes lit up blue, which meant that she was sending the data of this photo to others. She let out a long sigh and said:
"I really didn't expect you guys to be able to do this, and under those circumstances, you would still remember to help us avenge this."
"It's nothing serious."
Mason took back the communicator and said:
"With your strength, it's easy to deal with these bastards. I just happened to be there. Don't take it too seriously. I didn't intend to use these things to threaten you."
"Mason, everything we need is ready."
Barbara walked out of Judy's workshop warehouse, holding a very sophisticated silver-white biological containment tank in her hand, which was specially prepared for the symbiote in Selina's body.
"Well, let's leave now."
Mason stood up, waved goodbye to Judy, and was about to leave with Barbara.
But just as they reached the door, Judy suddenly received some news. The handsome girl with tattoos on her arms and neck stood up and said:
"Wait, Mason, my captain wants to meet with you."
"Um?"
Mason turned around in surprise and said:
"So fast? Didn't you just tell us that they were still on patrol in a dangerous prehistoric world, while dealing with a group of dangerous guys?"
"They are indeed there, but the captain said that you have helped so much, it would be unreasonable not to thank you properly."
Judy brushed her unique long hair and explained:
“Of course, I’m not coming here in person to meet you as you think. I’m just using the Star Castle’s multi-realm communication system to project a data projection here.
Please wait a moment, I will prepare the equipment.
In fact, if you can accept a little bit of prosthetic modification, you can meet and talk in the improved version of Mewtwo. I can create an environment that will make both of you feel comfortable."
"Attach some metal parts to your body?"
Mason pursed his lips and said:
"Forget it, I have no interest in these self-harming things."
Judy quickly pushed out a special black drone-like device from her bedroom. After activation, a blue light was projected down.
The figure of a tall and strong man was quickly woven on the ground in front of Mason, and even the background of the wild forest in the area where this guy was was woven out.
The man was about two meters tall, had a neat bowl-cut haircut, and had the complexion of a South American mixed race. He was leaning against a tree with a burning cigar in his mouth.
At his feet was a heavy kinetic shotgun of a caliber large enough for a child's fist to fit into.
Behind him, a young man in a black cloak was practicing swordsmanship with a long black sword. In the camp farther away, a girl was sitting there maintaining a sniper rifle in her hand.
"Mason Cooper?"
The man said:
"My name is Morgan, Morgan Blackhand, the captain of the Afterlife Squad. Behind me are V and Panam. Roger and his men are on guard at a farther distance. Please understand that we are on a mission and cannot thank you in person."
"Shabao is just a small figure, there's no need to be like this."
Mason's gaze did not stay on Morgan Blackhand for too long, but was fixed on V who was practicing swordsmanship behind him. After several seconds, he finally could not help but ask:
"The famous V is actually a man? Wasn't it agreed to be a woman?"
"ah?"
Mason's sudden question stunned the tough guy Morgan Blackhand. He didn't know how to answer and just thought it was a joke, so he shrugged and ignored it.
Just said in a deep voice:
“Perhaps it seems like a piece of cake to you, but the destruction of the Hydra Squadron is of great significance to us Lost Ones. I believe that the reserve members in the next life will be happy about it.
You are our friend now, Mason.
There should be some spare weapons and equipment in Judy's warehouse. If you need them, please feel free to take them. Come to our bar for a drink when you have the chance.
I remember there seems to be a demon lizard in Panam's garage. If you don't mind, then ..."
"Morgan! They're coming again!"
A shout from an old lady in the distance interrupted the conversation between Morgan and Mason. The tall man picked up the shotgun at hand, turned around and fired a shot. Green fluorescent blood spurted out behind him.
The communication was terminated.
At the moment when the light and shadow faded, Mason keenly captured a hideous figure emerging from hiding.
"So, their mission this time is to drive out the Iron Blood Warriors?"
Mason looked back at Judy.
The technical officer of the Afterlife Team shrugged and said with a grin:
"Ha, you guessed it. They are not ordinary Iron-Blooded Warriors. They are a group of Iron-Blooded Elders and their Queen's Guards who are hunting everywhere in that vassal world. They are just like crazy.
Seven low-level teams have already been defeated there, otherwise it wouldn’t be our turn to intervene.”
"This is really dangerous."
Mason rubbed his forehead, looked at Judy in front of him, and said:
"But you just heard it. Your captain said he would send us a magic lizard. I can't pretend I didn't hear it. Where is that thing? Let me go and open my eyes."
"You can't use it without the brain plug-in."
Judy complained:
"That thing is a fully sensory war vehicle. Don't tell me you want to transform it into a backward hand-controlled one? I won't agree to that!"
