Volume 3: The Nameless Chapter 76 I see that you, a yellow-haired girl, have an extraordinary temperament. Are you interested in joining Team K?
Mason's modification of the anti-Superman armor went very smoothly. It took him three hours to basically assemble it and install the reactor, so it could be started at any time.
The changes that the knowledge from the God of Fire and Forge has brought to Mason's creative skills are currently just wild ideas, but as he continues to go deeper and integrate the inheritance, it will eventually bring about an absolute qualitative change.
This change is exactly what Mason wanted to see.
With two hours left before the scheduled meeting with his team members, Mason climbed out of the suitcase. He looked around warily but saw no signs that anyone had been in the underground parking lot which had been half collapsed by the explosion.
He was very sure of this.
Because he used the extrasensory skill "Eagle Eyes" brought by his Isu bloodline, which is the basic ability of the Isu bloodline in this world. When activated, the five senses are strengthened to capture all clues in the surrounding area.
It's equivalent to a downgraded version of "Spider-Sense".
Moreover, as he continues to adapt to the Isu people's super senses, the Eagle Eye ability will be upgraded. It is difficult for Mason to describe in words the feeling when this super sense is activated.
But to sum it up it's awesome.
Very cool.
The ability to sense all the detailed changes in his surroundings 360° without blind spots even with his eyes closed means he never has to worry about being ambushed.
It is said that the Isu people can even clearly feel the trajectory of the flow of time due to their keen perception. If Mason continues to strengthen himself, perhaps one day he will be able to master the ability of "bullet time" on his own.
"Although it's not a direct reinforcement, this gradual approach is not bad."
Mason jumped out with satisfaction.
He picked up the briefcase and fished out a tube of Polyjuice Potion from his pocket and drank it in one gulp. Ten seconds later, when he left the abandoned parking lot, he had completely transformed into the local assassin saint John Wick.
He "borrowed" a car on the street near dawn, started the engine with an engineering master key, and took out a chip and inserted it into the USB speaker on the car's console.
Soon, the voice of AI veteran driver Delaman sounded in the car:
"Hello, Passenger 1, it is a relief to see that you are safe and sound."
"Hello, Lao De."
Mason leaned on the driver's seat and said:
"You drive. I'll take a nap. Our target is the New York Grand Temple outside the city. The coordinates have been entered into your program."
"Received. We are planning the best route."
The car started again with a clear electronic sound, and soon carried Mason away from the city after a night of hustle and bustle.
But I didn't get far.
Just when Mason had dozed off for a few minutes due to the fatigue enhanced by the drugs, a sudden loud noise woke him up from his half-sleep.
He instinctively grabbed the penguin umbrella and the kinetic pistol at his waist. He was about to scold the old driver AI for going crazy again and causing a traffic accident, but when he looked up, he found that it didn't seem to be Delaman's fault.
On the hood of the car in front of him, there lay a bloody human figure that had fallen from the sky.
This guy smashed the window of Mason's car. His blond hair was stained with blood and he looked quite miserable. Mason could even see his fingers twitching. How come this guy is not dead after falling from such a high place?
"Look at her arms, Mason."
The man in the hat on the young man's head reminded:
"It's your people."
"oh?"
Mason rubbed his eyes and jumped out of the car. He pulled the guy off his hood and carefully examined the guy's arm next to the vehicle that was emitting black smoke. He found that there was indeed a bloody devil's mark on it.
"How did he get cut like this? It looks like he rolled out of a meat slicer. The assassins tortured him on purpose... Well, she's a young girl."
He used a handkerchief to wipe the face of this "companion" who fell from the sky. Although she was seriously injured, it could still be seen that she was a young lady.
This put Mason in a difficult position.
"Looking at her injuries, she must have escaped during the chaos when the assassins attacked the Continental Hotel. In this world, except for the A-level personnel Wesker that Zha Kang and the others met, all the other B-level members are stationed here, so she should be one of them."
The young man touched his hat and said:
"Should we leave her here to die? Or should we stab her with one more blow?"
"She's almost awake."
Hat reminds:
“Her healing speed is amazing. You may not be able to defeat her, but there is still very chaotic magic remaining in her body, as if she was hit head-on by some powerful magic and suffered lasting damage.
Aren't assassins in this world not capable of magic?"
Mason put on medical gloves, laid the injured person flat on the ground, took out the magic cloth bandage and first aid equipment he made, and explained:
“The Isu had a very advanced control over energy, and some of the energy devices they left behind behaved like magic after being activated.
After all, both involve changes in energy, so it is not surprising that such injuries occur.
Keep an eye on my surroundings, hat.
I'm going to bandage her up."
"The Isu Shroud you carry can heal her."
The Sorting Hat said:
"Although you explained how it works before, I still find it incredible that it exists. These Isu people have used technology to achieve something that is difficult to achieve with magic."
"Are you stupid? Why should I heal her? She's not my friend . I'm just bandaging her to improve my proficiency..."
Mason rolled his eyes and deftly used the victim in front of him to brush up his first aid proficiency. He then hid the girl, who was wrapped up like a dumpling, in the grass by the roadside.
He packed up his medical kit and returned to the car, but seeing that the car was beyond repair, he had no choice but to take the risk and throw his motorcycle out.
As he mounted his motorcycle, Mason pushed up his hat and said:
"It's enough for a person in distress who meets by chance to do this. Whether she can escape the assassin's pursuit depends on her luck. They should bear such professional risks when they search for good things here.
Besides, I am a C-rank rookie who can barely protect myself, so how can I care about the life and death of a B-rank boss?"
"Whoosh"
The flying motorcycle took off like lightning and rushed into the sky. In a few minutes, it took Mason away from the main road and into the wilderness on the outskirts of the city. Just as he was about to observe the terrain from a high altitude to find the location of the rift valley of the Great Temple, the hat on his head suddenly gave a warning:
"left!"
"Shua"
Mason reacted very quickly and pulled out the kinetic pistol from his waist. He activated Death Eye and quickly drew the gun, then fired seven shots to his left. But the moment the bullet flew out, a hand grabbed his wrist and pushed it towards the top of his head.
All seven bullets were used up in the blink of an eye, and a blonde girl wrapped like a dumpling appeared in Mason's motorcycle.
"what's wrong with you?"
The latter appeared in Mason's car bed like a flash, and with a pinch of his bandaged fingers, Mason's wrist was in pain and the pistol fell into the other's hand.
She stared at Mason with her blue eyes wide open, and weakly but fiercely scolded:
"Shouldn't you do your best to help a damsel in distress on the roadside? Why did you leave me to die on the roadside with my wounds half bandaged? Where's your chivalry?
Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"
"With your skills, do you still need my help?"
Mason, who was wearing a safety helmet and flight goggles, was startled and retorted:
"Even if I don't bandage you, you can wake up in a few minutes relying on your own healing. What's your chivalry? Don't you see the environment now?
The whole world is hunting us!
You are at least a B-level personnel with the ability to protect yourself. I am a C-level rookie and I will be doomed if they catch me. It would be the least of my troubles if I die first and ask questions later. In this situation, you still want me to help you?
Hey, you are the one who has no conscience, right? "
"C-class personnel?"
First, she was seriously injured by a sneak attack and then was almost killed by the local demigod. She escaped at the critical moment because of a random teleportation. Now, the swordsman lady who was sitting in the truck bed "breathing and recovering blood" raised her eyebrows.
She looked Mason up and down and said suspiciously:
"What are the C-level personnel doing here? Aren't you feeling reckless enough and are here to get killed? Wait, are you... the stupid... ahem, I mean, the direct subordinate team of the respectable Mr. Hunter?
She actually sent a bunch of you rookies here to die?
This is too much!"
"Yes, that's roughly it."
Mason curled his lips and looked at his "companion" who was wrapped like a mummy. He asked:
"What happened to you? Were you attacked by assassins at the Continental Hotel last night? But you were able to escape from so many assassin saints holding Isu artifacts. It seems you are very powerful.
That teleportation skill just now was pretty good, which team are you from?"
"As for me, I have a great background."
The swordsman snorted, removed the bandages that Mason had put on him, raised his chin proudly and said:
"Have you heard of the invincible, beautiful, strong and cool swordsman? I am her... uh, the number one warrior under her command. Yes, that's right."
At this point, she remembered the information the hunter had revealed to her before, so she quickly added to her own "personality":
“Oh, my superior knew that the hunter and the warlock had sent people to this world to investigate the secrets here, but she was extremely wise and didn’t want to be as high-profile as those two idiots, so she quietly sent me to infiltrate here.
Planning to conduct a low-key investigation.
In the end, those two idiots' idiot subordinates alerted the enemy and implicated me... Where are you going? Want to escape? Don't even try. The assassins in this world have some kind of tracking method. They will find you sooner or later."
She watched Mason searching the terrain from high in the sky, then yawned and said:
"Go down, find a place for me to rest and prepare for the pursuit. Don't be afraid, little one, since you saved me, I will keep you safe.
Those shameless assassins actually attacked me. How unsportsmanlike of them! Wait until my health recovers and then I’ll kill them all!
Don’t leave any one behind!”
"Why are you so murderous?"
Mason frowned and threw a bottle of potion over, saying:
"You'd better not try to fight in your current condition. The chaotic energy in your body is constantly destroying your body. Your wounds won't heal and you'll lose blood slowly.
Since you admit that I saved you, just follow my instructions. We are carrying out a secret mission.
Be quiet!
I am only one step away from discovering the ultimate secret of this world."
"Mason? Where are you?"
Then the voice of Zha Kang sounded, accompanied by the flash of Mason's collar pin, and he said:
"We've already reached the vicinity of the rift. We defeated a few idiots chasing us and got some good stuff to re-equip ourselves. But Wesker said there's some amazing energy in the rift, so he plans to go in and take a look himself."
"Let him go."
Mason said as he landed towards his companions:
"There's nothing wrong with having more cannon fodder as scapegoats. I'll be joining you guys soon. Don't go near the Great Temple until I arrive."
"Wesker? The 'Blight' from the Council of Twelve?"
After he finished the call, the swordsman in the car frowned and said:
"The person sent by the warlock turned out to be him? Tsk tsk, it seems that the warlock is not satisfied with just exploring secrets. He has already prepared to launch a pollution war here."
"Oh? How do you mean?"
Mason asked with his eyes squinting:
"You are familiar with the Council of Twelve?"
"That's quite familiar. I've even had dinner with some of them."
The swordsman rolled his eyes and said in the usual boasting tone of passers-by:
"I know all about those twelve people. Take this Wesker for example. This guy is a real bad guy. He was a complete villain before he joined the Star Society.
He spreads dangerous modified viruses in his own world in an attempt to gain the secret of changing life forms. It must be said that he is very talented in this regard.
Later, when his world encountered a crisis, he immediately grabbed the olive branch extended by the Stars Society and became our spy. It only took him a few months to help us take down the disease world that had become a wasteland.
But that wasn’t his greatest achievement.”
The swordsman waved her hand with disgust, and nonchalantly shared the inside story that only the three giants knew. She said:
"Albert Wesker's research on biological viruses won him the favor of the Warlock, who then recruited him into the 'Pollution Operation' team.
That guy did a great job.
The original lethal and scarce source virus was integrated with many strange things and downgraded to a less dangerous but more polluting "zombie virus".
Because of his success in this area, it took him only one year to enter the Council of Twelve and become a capable leader of the Warlock faction.
The downgrade virus he created was quickly spread to countless D-level and C-level worlds, greatly accelerating the Star Society's development speed in this area.
So his nickname is 'Blight'.
It's really like a source of pollution, leaving endless poison.
The warlock sent that guy here. He probably had planned to start a virus outbreak on the spot after figuring out the secrets here to prepare for the subsequent war of occupation.
I mean, man, you C-level guys deal with that kind of guy."
Miss Swordsman had a beautiful face like a young girl, but she shook her head and said in an old-fashioned way:
"You can't beat him, and I suspect your companions may have been 'contaminated' by him. That guy is a 'poisonous man'. He has almost all the disease samples collected by the Star Society."
"Tsk"
Mason flicked his tongue, narrowing his eyes with a rare cold murderous intent, and said:
"He sounds like an unforgivable villain. If he died in this world , I guess all the victims in the stars would be grateful for him, right?"
His words made the swordsman in the car look surprised. As a veteran who had traveled back and forth in countless worlds among the stars, she could naturally understand the deep meaning of Mason's words.
The Star Society is not a good organization. It is not uncommon for them to ambush their companions, kill them and steal their treasures.
She just didn't understand where this C-level person got the courage to ambush an A-level? Are all the C-level cannon fodders under the hunter so confident?
No wonder the casualty rate is so high.
"Crash"
There was a sudden rumble of thunder in the gloomy sky just now, followed by dark clouds and gusts of cold wind, which made Mason, who was in a bad mood, look at the sky.
What was going on with this sudden change in weather? Was it God's will to change his face to highlight the desperate situation of Team K?
Isn’t this too appropriate?
"It's going to rain, let's go down, it's time to end these things. By the way, I haven't asked you your name yet? If it's inconvenient to say it, you can give me a nickname or something?"
He looked at the swordsman, who shrugged and said:
"Just call me... um, 'Mysterio'. I haven't used this nickname for a long time."
"Mysterious guest?"
Mason was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said:
"It's a good nickname. It's mysterious and cool enough."
"Really? Haha, it took me a while to come up with this nickname, but after I joined the Star Club, they didn't even allow me to use it, saying it's too recognizable and not conducive to hiding.
Tsk tsk, what a broken rule! I'm not considered a first-line hero in my hometown. Even in the parallel world, few people know me, right?
It’s really upsetting to even think about it.”
Miss Swordsman was in a good mood after being praised.
But she didn't notice the flash of surprise in Mason's eyes.
This B-class personnel is actually a senior X-Man? Tsk tsk, the Star Club is indeed full of talents, but I wonder when I can meet a person as talented as the Professor or Lao Wan.
Of course, he didn't know whether he would be lucky enough to meet his favorite short man and ask for a few autographs.
In addition, is this yellow-haired girl who fell from the sky really a B-level personnel?
Why does this old-fashioned old-fashioned person who speaks so conscientiously not look like him?
