Volume 4: The Last Day Chapter 35 Goodbye Gotham, I'm sailing away tonight
Gotham City, in the afternoon, in Dr. Leslie's clinic in Crime Alley, there are less than forty minutes left before Team K's scheduled action time.
Mason estimated that the sound of his passing through the World Gate had been captured, but the spellcasters had not arrived yet, probably because they were stopped by the master.
That's good.
It just happened to be convenient for him to deal with some "personal" matters before the film officially started.
Batman should be discussing tactical plans with the spellcasters and the vanguard members of the Justice League. In a sense , this tactical meeting is equivalent to one held between Mason and the enemies.
"Resign?"
Dr. Leslie, who had just spent a fulfilling day and was about to pack up and go home, looked radiant. The beauty potion from Mason made her feel like she had regained her youth.
However, when the doctor saw the resignation letter handed over by Mason who suddenly appeared in front of him, the doctor with a cold face and a warm heart was still stunned.
She looked at the young man in front of her in surprise and said:
"Did something happen? Are you leaving Gotham?"
"That's about right. Because of some personal reasons that will surely scare you if I tell you , I may have to say goodbye to this city for a while."
Mason, wearing a gray windbreaker, played with his Panama hat. He looked around with a hint of regret and nostalgia, and said:
“Today is my last day in the clinic, and thank you, Dr. Leslie, for having lived a very fulfilling and meaningful life here.
You taught me a lot.
If I could start my life over again, I hope I could spend my entire youth here. Unfortunately, there is no chance to start over in life. "
Dr. Leslie felt a little regretful, but nodded anyway.
Although the doctor had some complaints about Mason, an employee who often disappeared for a few days, he still felt it was a pity for the young man's amazing talent in the field of first aid.
If Mason wasn't into superheroes and secret vigilantes, he would most likely be a very good and talented surgeon.
Of course, Dr. Leslie is also worried that he may have to find another chef for his clinic's kitchen.
"It's okay for others, but Wendy will probably be very sad."
Dr. Leslie put Mason's resignation letter in her drawer, and she took the large box of "beauty potion" that Mason handed to her very sensibly.
This is enough for doctors to use for more than half a year.
It was a very pleasing parting gift, and it also gave Dr. Leslie the mood to joke:
"You know that little girl has always admired you, but you always keep your distance from her. Mason, you have your secret life, but even Batman needs Catwoman's company. You can't always reject every good girl who tries to enter your life.
Just like a ship, no matter how far it drifts on the sea, it will eventually return to the dock.”
"I know, but I'm entering a dark period of my life, which is too dangerous for a good girl like her. She deserves someone better, and I believe she will find him."
Mason stood up, put on his hat and said:
"Call Gordon to pick you up, doctor. It will be safer for you to stay with him for the next few days. Go to bed early tonight and don't hang around outside."
He glanced at the dusk outside the window and said softly:
"After a while, this truly 'alive' city will probably be very unstable."
"Is it that serious?"
Doctor Leslie sensed something in Mason's words, and immediately rubbed his forehead with a headache and said:
"I just felt that the security in Crime Alley has improved a lot recently. I heard that there is a masked female vigilante with twin ponytails operating nearby. She uses a baseball bat and is quite ruthless.
She has taken care of several nearby streets.”
Hearing this, Mason's mouth twitched, and he thought that Harley had been playing pretty big recently.
He said goodbye to Leslie, walked out of the clinic wearing a hat, windbreaker and holding an umbrella, and then he saw Wendy, a young nurse who came to the clinic to work the night shift.
The latter blushed when she saw Mason, and went forward to say hello, but saw Mason waving at her and saying:
"Go home quickly, little girl. Doctor Leslie just said that tonight is a special situation and you are not allowed to work overtime."
"ah?"
The young nurse's eyes widened. She asked in a low voice:
"What happened?"
"Well, I guess there might be a gunfight or something like that happening nearby tonight. After all, there are always such things happening in Gotham."
Mason smiled gently, thought for a moment, and said:
"I have to thank you for helping me all this time, Wendy, so I decided to give you a gift. It's hidden in your car. Go get it."
Hearing this, the young nurse's face turned even redder.
She thought that her feelings were finally understood by the sunny and handsome brother Mason. She waited for the clouds to clear and the moon to appear, and she walked quickly back to her car with anticipation.
There was a brochure on the driver's seat.
It was the "Midnight Doctor's First Aid Manual" that Mason had bought at the Star Society's trading floor, along with a farewell letter.
Wendy, who was sitting in the car, burst into tears after reading the letter.
The poor good girl's love ended in vain, and this chaotic city has one more sad person tonight.
Ah, that damn evil alchemist Mason who is planning to beat up the Justice League, rescue his companions and then run away. What a sinful guy.
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"Hey, Mason! You'll never guess what I saw! There was a very cute and gentle nurse sitting in her car crying on the side of the street at the back corner.
She said she was dumped by the bastard she had a crush on.
What a hateful guy! Don’t let me catch him or I’ll give him a few beatings.
She was really bold to park her car alone in this area and she almost got harassed. I had to buy her ice cream and teach a lesson to the hooligans who tried to harass her to make her feel better.
Her name is Wendy!
We also exchanged contact information... Hey! Why are you packing? Are you going on vacation? "
More than 20 minutes later, in Mason's shop, Harley Quinn, the new "masked vigilante" and the shop hostess of Cooper's shop, who had just returned from "patrolling the territory" outside with a blood-stained baseball bat in her hand, saw Mason packing up and knew something was going to happen.
Then, when she asked further, she heard the news that Mason was leaving.
But unlike the heartbroken nurse Wendy, Mason's "patient" behaved quite calmly.
Some even cheered.
"Huh? You've finally made up your mind to leave this awful city. Okay, when are we leaving? Do you need me to pack some extra clothes? Do you need to bring beach pants and a bikini?
Can we go somewhere with a beach?"
She threw away the baseball bat in her hand, ran to the closet on the second floor and started rummaging through her messy clothes, with an expression that said, "Wherever Mason goes, I go."
Mason felt a headache seeing this attitude of relying on "Mr. K".
He advised:
"You can't go where you want to go, Harley. Just stay here. Ivy may be back in a few days. You don't want your best friend to be alone in Gotham, right?"
“But my disease is not cured yet!”
Harley's increasingly shrill voice came from the second floor, and she said angrily:
"How can you be so irresponsible as a doctor? You promised to cure me!"
"Ivy can make the medicines you need to take for a long time. You don't need me anymore..."
Mason had just started to speak when a gunshot rang out from the second floor.
The flying kinetic bullet grazed Mason's feet and hit the ground, splashing bricks and stones and bouncing twice, breaking a bottle of aromatic potion on the shelf, filling the shop with fragrance.
"So you're abandoning me?"
Harley Quinn, wielding a pink girlish kinetic revolver, stood on the second floor. She pointed the gun at her chin and cried:
"Mr. J abandoned me, and now Mr. K wants to drive me away. It must be because I did something wrong! As a failure like this, there is probably no point for me to continue living.
Goodbye, Mr. K.
Goodbye, this terrible world..."
"Come on, little drama queen. There's only one bullet in that gun. I just checked it."
Mason covered his head and said:
"Okay, okay. I'll take you to that new place. I can arrange for you and Ivy to continue to be partners and give you a new job. But Harley, this is your own choice. Don't complain to me if you encounter any danger later."
"No! You haven't told me the most important thing yet!"
Harley Quinn dropped a weird stuffed bear stuffed with bombs on the second floor and screamed:
"You have to promise!"
"Okay, I promise, I will continue to be your attending physician."
Mason felt even more tired. He raised his wrist to check the time. He breathed a sigh of relief when he heard "in position" signals one after another from the communicator beside his ear.
He looked up, waved to Harley, who smiled widely, hummed a song, and went back to pack her clothes, and said:
"Now let's go have a meal. I'm too lazy to cook tonight, so let's go out to eat. After all, we need to be full before we can start our journey."
"Yeah! First date with Mr. K."
When Harley heard that Mason was going to take her out for dinner, she cheered and threw the clothes in her hands everywhere.
"This isn't a date... ah, never mind, just do whatever you want."
Mason wanted to explain, but when he saw Harry grab the unloaded pistol again, he waved his hand and gave up the intention of explaining and correcting.
The two of them went out and rode their beloved scooters through the streets and alleys, then got off at a famous restaurant nearby and ordered a table full of dishes.
Harley was in a good mood and her mouth was busy while she was eating. Her unique sharp voice was indeed a bit noisy at first, but once you get used to it, you will find it has a unique feeling.
In particular, she always grins and can easily infect the mood of people around her.
She described to Mason the funny things that had happened to her, and Mason nodded repeatedly while eating, just to kill time and relieve the stress of the upcoming war.
Ten minutes later, Mason, who had just rejected the cherry cake that Harley had kindly placed in front of him, suddenly put down his knife and fork, frowned, picked up his flip phone that was vibrating in his pocket, and checked the number.
Good job!
This was the first time he had ever seen a 23-digit number. What kind of cross-world communication technology was this? He didn't remember leaking his number to such a powerful person.
Alas, the leak of phone numbers can lead to telecom fraud and other bad things that are really hard to guard against.
Can't we just happily have this farewell dinner quietly with a crazy but beautiful girl?
"Hello?"
He put the phone to his ear and said:
"Who?"
"Mason, in about ten minutes the 'guests' you invited will enter your world. I will drop them off near your shop in Crime Alley."
Ciri knocked on the table, picked up the application information in front of him, and read it out in a serious manner:
"Their team is composed of two senior B-class members leading 14 B-class personnel and 32 C-class personnel, all of whom are high-level spellcasters certified by the Star Castle Adventure Guild.
If you count the various strange props in their hands, then this is already the weight of an advance team that can directly explore the A-level world and establish a "safe zone" in it.
I hope you are prepared for this.
Of course, I have also prepared the report on their accidental deaths. You'd better give me a reasonable reason so that I can spend less time on this fooling around.
Finally, I just read the battle summary that the Delaman program sent back to me. Not only did you fail to kill Kolypso, you recruited her into your team.
What a bold move.
But I still need to confirm, have you obtained the divinity of Colippo?"
"Well, it is in my hands, being studied by my companions."
As Mason spoke, he smiled at Harley, who was dressed very ladylike across the table. Harley, who was secretly watching Mason talking on the phone, quickly wiped her mouth and responded with a sweet and perfect smile.
He lowered his head and said to the other end of the phone:
"But it seems that your superiors haven't told you what happened over there. To avoid you making a fuss, Ciri, I have to tell you in advance that we killed all the invading mad dogs there and even took care of a conqueror."
There was silence on the other end of the line.
After a moment, Hunter Ciri sighed and said:
"Every time I thought I had reached the limit of Team K, you would show me your capabilities with a bolt from the blue. Well, it seems I have to raise my expectations of you again.
But it's not a good thing for Team K to always keep a low profile. You keep causing unexpected incidents, and even if someone helps you cover them up, sooner or later someone with ulterior motives will find out.
How about this, after you hand in your divinity, I will arrange for you to enter the B-level promotion mission? This way, I can promote you legitimately. "
"B-level promotion mission..."
Mason had a flash of lightning in his mind, then he squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then he said:
"Of course! But I'll pick the time, okay? Also, remember my suggestion last time? If your superior asks you to do something again, remember to discuss it with me in advance.
At least now that we both trust each other, it's a good thing to be able to give you another idea, right?"
"We'll talk about this later."
Mr. Hunter obviously avoided the topic.
But she did not reject Mason's proposal, but reminded:
"I won't ask you who gave you the portal, Mason, but be careful when you come into contact with those people. You are 'unique' and you may not realize it yet.
Maybe that's why they reached out to you.
If you have any trouble recently, you can call me.
But it’s best not to get into trouble.”
"Got it, my superior. Thank you for your concern. I'll be in touch later."
Mason set a 10-minute countdown on his watch, then reached out to the waiter to pay the bill, and whispered to the other end of the phone:
“Please take care of yourself during this precarious time.”
