Volume 3: The Nameless Chapter 62: As the captain of Team K, I love to say no to those who think they are powerful.
In the basement of Cooper's store, Harley Quinn, who had drunk too many sedatives, was still sleeping soundly.
This girl has a bad sleeping posture and seems to have had a sweet dream while falling asleep. Now she is biting her fingers and mumbling something, just like a big baby who has calmed down.
Well, it's like the product of a naughty child taken to the extreme.
Next to her, Mason, who was sitting on a chair, was staring at Damian, a naughty boy with a stern face, waiting for the latter to take the initiative to start a conversation between the young people.
But before the conversation really started, Mason had something very curious.
He stared at the unconvinced bat boy and said:
"How did you get out? Bruce should have provided you with special security measures to ensure that you don't kill people everywhere, and I have already informed him that you put sleeping pills in Alfred's coffee.
Logically speaking, as a former ace agent, Old Alfu shouldn't give you another chance to run away from home."
"Tsk, who told you I just put drugs in Ah Fu's coffee?"
Damian rubbed the wound on the back of his head, bared his teeth, and stretched out his hand to Mason and said:
"Give me some of your magic potion. Your psychopathic pet girl beat me up. You need to compensate me!"
"You are trying to scam me, right?"
Mason asked in a nasty tone.
But he couldn't bear to see Damian's head covered in blood, so he threw a bottle of blood tonic to him. The latter sniffed it carefully under his nostrils and then drank it all in one gulp.
Then he played with the medicine bottle, his eyes fell on the pistol on Mason's waist, and then looked at the furnishings around him, and said as he looked:
"That annoying man did add some damn devices around his manor, but for a master assassin who has undergone years of training, getting through is just basic skills..."
"You sneaked out from the manor sewer?"
Mason twitched his nostrils and said:
"You still have some dirty sewer 'gifts' on your clothes, you dirty little brat."
"Shut up!"
Damian waved his fist in anger, stopped talking to Mason, crossed his arms and acted like an indifferent little adult, and said:
"Are you from the Star Society?"
"Yes, a C-rank member of the Star Society, captain of Team K."
Mason did not deny it and openly admitted his identity. Finally, he said to Damian:
"Don't threaten me with telling Batman about this. I'm pretty sure your dad knew about this before you did. What do you want to say?
Come on, Damian, I'm busy tonight and don't have much time for you."
"I want to join you!"
Rice snorted and emphasized:
"I had already joined you! That hypocritical and annoying Mr. Sandstorm's team. I had fully prepared for the war in another world, but everything was broken by an accident.
But it's the same when joining your team.
As a newcomer, I think my joining will be a substantial improvement to your team! You need a strong and powerful figure to lead you, and I have been training for this for many years. "
"Oh, I see. Wait a moment."
Mason nodded, fished out his flip phone, dialed a number and put it to his ear.
After a moment, he said to the other side:
"Mr. Lucius? I'm Mason, Bruce's son is here with me... No, no, no, I'm not asking you for a ransom! That's not my intention at all.
I mean, Alfred was knocked down by him, so I want you to come and take him back to the manor...yes, right here in Crime Alley, by my shop.
We need to send some capable people over here, this little lunatic is beyond the reach of ordinary people."
After that, as Damian stared in amazement, Mason hung up the phone and said to him:
“That’s my answer to you, Damian.
Now go back to Wayne Manor, put on your cute star pajamas and go to bed. It's best to forget about what happened tonight and give up your "beautiful ideal" of joining the Star Club and living a happy life on the edge of a knife.
As an 11 year old, you should enjoy the life you have just started.
Our line of work isn't really suitable for you.
I also promised your mother to take good care of you. Although Ms. Talia and I are not friends, I have to do what I promised to others.
Besides, if you show up in my team, Selina will kill me, and I can't afford to mess with her now.
You can't afford to offend him.
So, just be obedient and go back to being a third-generation rich man with a boring life, okay?
Don't come and cause trouble for me and the world."
"You don't trust my power?"
Damian gritted his teeth and shouted:
"What happened tonight was just an accident. I was just not prepared. You've fought against me before, and you know how powerful I am! Mason, as the captain, shouldn't you think more about the future of your team?
I am more cold-blooded and more powerful than Selina!
I have received years of training to ensure that I can complete all the tasks you ask me to do perfectly! I will be the best team member and I will not hesitate to shoot anyone you ask me to!
You have absolutely no reason to reject me."
"Why would I let you shoot people for no reason? Do I look like a lunatic to you?"
Mason snapped his fingers and said:
"Your crazy grandpa and crazy mom turned you into a killing machine, but I think you can be saved. Besides, if my squad needs an 11-year-old to shoot someone to survive, then the rest of us might as well kill ourselves right there.
I don't need a thug like you.
But the Wayne family lacks a qualified heir, your father lacks a relative who can make up for all his lost relatives, and Selina also lacks a son who can make her feel that her life is complete.
No one asked you to prove that you were better than anyone else, Damian.
And this is not a question of strength at all. You know that there is a cesspool in front of you, but you still want to jump in. This can only show that there are some defects in your IQ!"
"If you don't accept me, I will find someone else."
Damian was a little disappointed, but he still stiffened his neck and said:
“I’ve been in contact with Sandstorm, and I know they have collaborators in this world, and they’ve been in contact with other people besides the Assassin’s League.
I'll go find those people!
If we can't be teammates, we can become competitors. That's fine. I'll prove my ability."
“You dare!”
Mason, who was originally reasonable, suddenly narrowed his eyes and said coldly:
"It seems that Bruce is too kind and indulgent to you, and has spoiled you to the point of being lawless and arrogant! You are actively seeking and taking on a fate that all of us have been trying to avoid.
This is really ignorance is fearless.
I have to teach you a lesson, to let you know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is. Let me ask you, have you always been proud of your own strength? Do you think that becoming the most powerful warrior in the world is your ideal? "
"Is there anything wrong with that ?"
Damian felt threatened.
He stepped back, clenched his fists, and said to Mason:
"Isn't this what a real man should pursue? Only a coward would be afraid of a challenge!"
"Only fools would seek trouble for themselves!"
The penguin umbrella in Mason's hand made a clicking sound, and the intracranial jammer installed in it took effect. A dizzying electromagnetic wave was applied to Damian, causing the young man to stagger.
But he was prepared. The moment he was attacked, he punched Mason so fast and hard that he could hardly dodge at this distance.
Mason, who had just turned on combat assistance, caught Damian's attack route before he swung his punch.
While ducking to avoid the attack, he took out a bottle of potion from his arms, swung his penguin umbrella and threw out a ball of lightning, which instantly paralyzed Damian and poured the potion into his mouth.
"Ahem"
Damian forced Mason back with a punch, and then grabbed his own throat to spit out the potion in his mouth.
But it's totally useless.
All the potions prepared by Mason were specially processed to omit the swallowing step. As soon as the potions entered Damian's mouth, they seeped under his skin.
The naughty kid screamed and held his head. He didn't feel any pain, but he could clearly feel that something was happening in his brain.
Something deeply remembered is being forgotten.
It was like a layer of gauze covering his once clear mind. What was even more frightening was that he himself couldn't even be sure what he had forgotten.
"What did you give me to drink?"
Rice screamed.
Mason put the bottle in his hand on the corner of the table, straightened his collar, and said:
"Forgetfulness potion, a high-level potion that can make the user forget the most important things. The more you cling to something, the faster you will forget it after drinking this potion.
You are proud of your strength and want to be the strongest.
Great, in a minute you'll be back to being a good kid and forget all those damn killing skills. Don't worry, Damian, this potion is only temporary.
You will remember this in fifteen days.
But I think fifteen days of normal life may give you some insights.
You better behave yourself.”
Mason heard the sound of a car stopping outside the door. He picked up Rice, who was holding her head and screaming, and walked to the door, saying:
"If you don't behave, I will add this potion to your daily medication. I believe Ah Fu and your father will support my just action.
Also, listen to me!
If I find out that you've been in contact with those Star Society bastards again, I'll teach you a lesson you'll never forget! I'll turn you back to a one-year-old child and let you experience what it's like to grow up again.
If you think I can't do it, then go ahead and provoke me."
"I won't give up, Mason!"
Damian was still struggling, but his tone was much milder than before, just like an 11-year-old child having a tantrum.
He shouted:
"Just wait for me!"
"You are welcome to try again, young master. I still have a lot of magical potions left for you."
Mason opened the door of the car driven by Lucius and the long-legged blonde female assistant and bodyguard, threw Damian in, waved goodbye to him, and said:
"Good night and sweet dreams. Here's a piece of advice for you. Don't hang out with the local bad guys in Gotham. They're all scary."
Watching the screaming Damian being taken away, Mason let out a long sigh, looked back at his shop that was almost blown up, and felt the destructive power of the naughty boy.
My own shop will be closed for several days again.
But it’s better this way. I really don’t have time to run this small shop recently.
He walked back to the messy shop, but instead of going back to the basement, he cleared a piece of ground in the ruins, opened his suitcase and entered it. Then he released the Anti-Superman Armor in the newly built and somewhat crude suitcase factory.
Previously in Osborne Tower, Mason had tested the combat effectiveness of the armor repaired by Dr. Otto in actual combat. He was very satisfied with it, but there was still room for improvement.
Mason placed his hand on the armor, causing it to pop up an information tag:
Anti-Superman armor prototype
Quality: Epic Engineering High-precision Items, Exquisite Craftsmanship
Features: Super strong protection, mechanical strength, anti-superhuman module, intelligent AI, lack of weapon system
Producer: Bruce Wayne
Item Description: Since you've changed it so much that it's unrecognizable, change the name to avoid Batman asking you for copyright fees.
"I have to replace it with a stronger outer armor, and perhaps modify its appearance again. Finally, the weapons, the freezing gun must be installed.
Another hidden mantis blade is needed, and the plasma shoulder cannon and drone floating cannon also need to be replaced.
This is a big project.
But fortunately, Judy can provide weapon drawings, and Dr. Otto has helped finalize the modification plan.
Once I have finished transforming you, my little cutie, I can further debug the cooler Fenrir armor."
Mason put on engineering goggles and took out his engineer's toolbox. While dismantling the tritium energy engine on the chest of the anti-Superman armor, he opened the design drawings given to him by Doctor Octopus.
This small sun-like device comes from a failed design of Dr. Otto many years ago. Its principle is the same as that of Iron Man’s Ark Reactor, both of which are designed to produce clean energy that can be used for a long time.
But the ideas of the two are obviously different, and it is still a little difficult for Mason to understand these designs in the field of high-energy physics with his current engineering knowledge.
There is no need to repair this thing anymore.
The modification suggestions given by Doctor Octopus also clearly stated that Mason needed to modify the parameters and structure of the anti-Superman armor. It would be a better choice to use Stark's Ark Reactor to provide energy for the armor.
This transformation is not complicated and can be completed with Mason's engineering skills.
However, Mason is now in urgent need of finding enough palladium. This radioactive element is hard to find in this world, but Mason's advantage is that he can find enough materials in Hogwarts, which is full of zombies.
"Let's finish the outer armor tonight!"
Mason walked to the edge of the workshop and dragged out the box of various materials that the Elric brothers had given him as payment.
He wanted to use the Alchemy Array to reshape the outer armor of his own battle armor, and at the same time complete the order he had just received from the "Artisans' Union". In fact, if conditions permitted, Mason would prefer to get enough vibranium.
The good news is that the two brothers should still have a lot of vibranium in stock.
The bad news is that this thing is so expensive that Mason, who is short of money, has to work for the two brothers to earn a "meager" salary.
While smelting the metal with magic fire, Mason saw the box of liquid black gravity hammers placed at his feet. He rolled his eyes and thought of the strange technological drawings he had unlocked when he was promoted to engineering.
It seems that the thing called "gravity well" can also be put on the production schedule.
"A set of armor that can't fly always feels like something is missing."
Mason rubbed his chin and thought:
"If we install a gravity well in the armor, it can escape the gravity for a short period of time. Well, maybe we can go a step further and design it into some kind of weapon.
A gravity bomb that can trigger gravity waves? Or a small gravity-neutralizing bullet?
It feels like there is a lot of work to be done.
Speaking of which, maybe it's time to try jewelry processing. It would be interesting to make a few gravity rings to cosplay as Magneto or Magneto.
I'll finish making the armor tonight and try it out tomorrow."
While Mason was busy upgrading his armor system, something closely related to him and Team K was happening in Mr. Hunter's office in Star Castle.
The incident started with a sudden piece of news.
"Have you checked it out?"
Ms. Hunter, dressed as a man, sat on her chair, crossed her hands and supported her chin in a signature move of a certain commander. She stared at Miss Anna, the captain of the Ex team, who came to report the news.
He said in a serious tone:
"Are you sure it's the world Team K is in charge of?"
"Well, I asked a few friends who were sent on reconnaissance missions."
Anna nodded and said:
"It has been confirmed that a weak divine reaction has indeed occurred there, and it has been monitored by the Cleaners Corps. They will most likely take action before the impact occurs."
“This is really troublesome.”
Mr. Hunter said with a headache:
"I don't dare send Mason and his crazy team to do this again. God knows what they will do there. Can you do it, Anna?"
"Of course we can, but that world is Team K's exclusive world. If we go there, Mason's world gate will definitely react."
Miss Anna said with some hesitation:
“We cannot avoid him in this matter, and the attack is imminent. We also have our patrol and protection tasks. Perhaps this is an opportunity, sir.
It's time for Mason to see it all for himself.
The fact that he dared to fight the Cleaner Corps proved that he really didn't care about those threats, and hadn't he always been curious about the truth behind the impact?
Let's just see what choice he will make when facing the pressure."
"That's fine. With Team K's combat power, it won't be a problem to deal with a weak god. If they act before or after the impact, they might be able to destroy another army of cleaners.
That’s a good thing.”
Mr. Hunter nodded and agreed without much hesitation. After a few seconds, she said:
"There is still about half a month left, and Team K's mandatory mission should be put on the agenda, so we have to let them prepare in advance.
Facing the impact head-on is no longer a minor issue as in the past.
I have to find a place for them to end their 'newbie protection period' that is stressful but not too risky . Hmm, a great world suddenly occurred to me.
It must be a good place for them.”
