Volume 4: The Last Day Chapter 7 Come on, Wade, give him a good life!
Star Castle, Mr. Hunter's office.
After running to deliver the portal component to Mason, only to discover that the guy had secretly found a "new friend", Ciri was so upset that she took off her mask and threw it on the table.
She was not simply angry about this incident, but she suspected that the evil swordsman might have taken advantage of her when she was not paying attention.
As far as she knew, the power behind the Swordsman was fully capable of bypassing the Star Castle and getting this kind of thing, but the problem was that the Swordsman's power was extremely xenophobic, almost to the point of being "isolated from the world."
Why would they take such a big risk to help Mason, a little-known C-level staffer?
Could it be that Mason has some secrets that I haven't discovered yet?
After making herself a cup of coffee to calm down, hunter Ciri, sitting in a chair, thought about what Mason had just said about the Quint Club. She suddenly realized that what the little bastard who believed no one said was not without reason.
Over the years, I have indeed secretly created a lot of obstacles for the Stars. Those pioneer teams with potential were directly under my control, and after confirming that they were beyond help, I would randomly find a high-difficulty world and throw them into them like garbage.
This is how the "horror legend" of his disregard for human life in the Star Club spread.
However, after so many years, the only pioneering teams she personally discovered that survived were Anna's Axe Team and the Next Life Team, and at most Mason's K Team.
This shows how bad the standards are when selecting members of the star club.
However, this seems to be the maximum level of destructive authority Quint will give her.
She did follow the instructions and cut off many of the "bad branches" of the Star Society, but she almost never touched the real core issues of this organization. Old A always asked herself to be patient and persuaded herself to learn to accept necessary sacrifices.
She had heard these words so many times that she had even said them out loud to persuade Mason. However, Mason's unreasonable answer was like a sledgehammer that knocked her unconscious.
Yes!
What does Lao A and his friends’ “great goal” have to do with me?
I joined them just to avenge my parents, so after lurking for more than ten years, why am I giving up my main goal and serving their ideals?
"So is it possible that, as Mason wanted to say but didn't dare to say it to my face, I was really just a puppet planted in the Star Society to occupy a mentor position?
Am I really irreplaceable?"
Ciri asked herself at this moment.
She found that she couldn't get an answer, and this feeling was even worse than discovering that she was really a puppet.
She would have had no worries if she hadn't thought about these things, but that little devil Mason seemed to have opened a box in her mind, making her no longer dare to easily trust those people she used to call "companions."
In the past, the most extreme thing she had done to the Star Society and other organizations was to take advantage of the opportunity to destroy a few Cleaner Corps or ambush one or two weak Conquerors.
I used to think this job was quite valuable.
But less than two months after joining Team K, they did the same thing. With such terrifying efficiency and contrast, Ciri suddenly realized that she seemed to have been slacking off for the past decade.
It's still the kind of "free-range" fishing, a typical case of boiling a frog in warm water.
She put the cup on the table in annoyance, intending to take a bath and relax before the next patrol. But as soon as she stood up, Mason's soul-piercing question resurfaced in her mind:
If we just think differently but don't take action, what is the meaning of this organization's existence?
They are clearly capable of doing more.
“If the good guys don’t do their job, the bad guys will come in and fill those gaps.”
Ciri didn't remember where she heard this, but at that moment she stood up from her chair and walked to the window of the office, looking at the scenery that once belonged to her own world.
Mason's previous words hurt her deeply.
He said he finally understood why Old K suffered so much at the end of his life.
Ciri actually hid something from Mason.
Regarding the disaster in the Caribbean world...When Old K received the order from the Star Society to spread the zombie virus in the Caribbean world, he also looked for Ciri to resist the mission, but Ciri finally persuaded him in the name that the organization needed him to go undercover.
Ciri thought she had convinced him.
"Ciri the Hound..."
The silver-haired huntress closed her eyes and whispered, then she took a deep breath, turned around and walked to the drawer, opened it, took out a very old communication device, and activated the special communication module.
A few seconds later, she said to the other end of the phone:
"Morgan, do you remember V's proposal last time? I thought about it and think your idea may make sense, so let's take action now.
I will dispatch an additional Translocation Gate module to you in the next hour.
But you have the next three days to complete the transfer of the two special D-class worlds you have marked, the ones that you believe can be saved but have been judged to be 'worthless'.
remember!
This is your suggestion! So don't complain about being tired next time, okay? "
"Next Life Team received! Set off immediately."
Morgan Blackhand's voice came from among them, with a hint of surprise. However, when accepting the mission, this mercenary leader from the 2077 era asked curiously:
"Mr. Hunter, didn't you say before that this proposal was too risky and might lead to our exposure? Why did you suddenly..."
"Nothing, I just suddenly had an extra module on hand, and it would be a shame to just get rid of it like this."
Xi Li glanced at the magic pocket on the table expressionlessly and said:
“Give me a coordinate and I’ll send the module over.
By the way, Morgan, please contact the captains of the three teams, 'Holy Shield', 'Defender' and 'Punishment', on your behalf. I'll be waiting for them at Star Castle.
Just wait an hour!
I also want to take this opportunity to see if they are the same as us..."
——
"Snap"
A box of things was thrown from the darkness into the bottom hold of the Black Pearl. Amid the noisy sound, a strange creature tried to crawl in through a very small crack.
But it seemed like he miscalculated the measurements.
It was like an adult trying to crawl through a tunnel prepared for children, but ended up getting awkwardly stuck in it. His posture was like a monkey trapped under a mountain, with only his left hand and head able to move.
He sighed and cursed his bad luck under his breath.
As if he was used to this terrible situation, after he had been cursing and trying for several minutes without being able to climb out or retreat, the guy made up his mind and activated some device in the dark.
With a "buzz" sound, his whole body "torn into pieces", and his screaming head and half of his body smashed into the cabin with blood and flesh splattered like an explosion, and landed at a person's feet with two thuds.
The "messenger" blinked, looked up and saw Mason, wearing an Isu vanguard armor, holding a cool-looking high-tech rifle and staring at him speechlessly.
The guy who sneaked into the Black Pearl decided to show his friendliness, so he raised his only remaining hand and said to Mason:
"Hi, how are you?"
"Hello, Wade."
Mason recognized the guy.
He carried the improved version of the Widowmaker on his back, squatted down and looked at the "human stick" in front of him, hesitating whether to pick up his broken body.
Mason should do this.
But he didn't want to because it was too disgusting.
This guy almost blew himself apart.
"Did the Swordsman ask you to deliver the module of the transfer gate?"
Mason quickly changed the subject, pretending that he had a sudden eye disease and had completely missed the body wreckage that filled the bottom cabin. He said:
"Why don't you go through the main entrance? I have someone waiting for you at the World Gate."
"How boring is it to go through the front door?"
The guy with the black and red hood boasted proudly:
"I'm on a secret mission that can't be discovered by the bad guys of the Star Society. Secret mission, understand? Confidentiality is the top priority.
Unfortunately, this conveyor belt has another problem.
I knew that the craftsmanship of those bastard engineers at Star Castle was too poor. They guaranteed that the accident rate had dropped below 15.24%.
I always got hit by it, and if it hadn't worked a few times, I would have suspected they were retaliating against me. Don't worry, it only takes me a few minutes to grow back.
Um, I can already feel my calves…”
"Oh, my God, this scene is terrible."
Mason put his hands over his eyes.
Even though he was an alchemist and had seen many disgusting scenes, the one in front of him really should be blurred.
He couldn't stand the damn smell here, so he took out a good quality healing potion and gave it to the A-level personnel under his feet to help him recover faster.
A few minutes later, the A-level personnel who had finally "grown back", Lord Deadpool nicknamed "Madman", finally stood up. He cheered, wiped off the non-existent sweat, swung his hips and made an obscene gesture to confirm that all his parts were there, then turned around and looked at Mason who was already checking the components of the transfer gate.
He walked forward, put his hand on Mason's shoulder in a familiar manner, and said without thinking:
"What are you capable of, man?"
"I have some Isu blood, I can make some things, and I'm pretty accurate with a gun, but that's all. I'm just a weak C-rank after all."
Mason replied casually and modestly.
He is currently checking the integrity of the additional components used in the World Gate. If they were sent by someone else, there would be no need to check them at all.
But since the delivery man was this guy, Mason felt that he should check it at least three times.
But Mr. Wade was very dissatisfied with Mason's answer. The white eye patch on his blood-stained crimson mask twisted into different sizes according to his mood, and he said with a glare:
"That's not what I'm asking, I mean...well, never mind.
But I found that there is something wrong with you, young man. Ordinary C-level personnel are very terrified when they see an A-level boss like me. Some enthusiastic C-level girls even take the initiative to invite me to "guide" them.
Why are you so calm?
I'm waiting for you to give me some gifts to build a good relationship with me. Anyway, if it weren't for this little benefit, who would be willing to come all the way here?
The swordsman assured me that you were a wealthy man and generous."
"Well, it's probably because I saw an A-level personnel die in front of me a few days ago. Tsk, tsk, that death was so tragic."
Mason glanced at the guy next to him who was complaining and said:
"Perhaps I haven't gotten over that shadow yet, so I neglected you, Lord Wade. Please forgive me. I have prepared a gift...of course. How could I let you make a wasted trip?
Let me see, where did I put that thing?
I picked it carefully.
Oh, here it is! "
Mason took out the "Reward of Cerberus" from his arms and tossed it up and down in his hand. The Isu ghost Consus, floated beside him and dissuaded him:
"Don't! Giving this to him will turn him into a monster. He doesn't have Isu blood."
Mason pretended not to hear.
He casually threw the dangerous but great-looking and mysterious biological mutagen to Deadpool who came to deliver something. The latter smiled happily when he saw that it was good for him.
I don't know how that damn crimson mask turned into a smiling face.
He whistled and took the thing in his hand. The moment it came into contact with the biological mutagen, it took effect and a section of alien gene was injected into Deadpool's already unstable gene sequence.
The latter yelled, stepped back a few steps and fell to his knees.
As the dark Isu fragments merged into his body, his appearance began to change dramatically. With a low roar, in less than a few minutes a four-meter-tall "big guy" with horns, hooves and a tail stood up in the cabin, shaking his head.
"this……"
The Isu biologist Consus next to Mason was stunned.
He exclaimed:
"Isn't this mutation too fast? How loose are his genes? Is this person made of building blocks? Can he mutate to this extent with just a few mutagenic signals?"
"Ah! How did I become a bull?"
Deadpool was turned into a monster, but he was not panicked at all.
He had no idea that he was being "plotted against". Instead, he tilted his head and looked at his own hands and hooves, and the tail dangling behind him, with great interest.
"This is a 'Druid Transfiguration Device', Master Wade."
Mason walked up to the camera and captured this precious "test picture" while explaining:
“When holding the Heart of the Beast, you will be randomly transformed into four legendary creatures, the Minotaur, Medusa, Cyclops, and Sphinx.
This is a magical artifact I crafted with great care.
Most people would die after using it once, but your special ability makes you so powerful that you can use it unlimited times.
If you're willing to accept a little transformation, you can also unlock the more powerful Mythic Form of Cerberus for free! aka the three-headed dog of hell.
Of course, this small operation will have to wait until we finish this job. I will complete this small transformation operation for you when we meet next time."
"Wow, sounds cool, man, I love this transformation device! Just like those cool transformation belts that those weird guys found, although the posture and voice when transforming are really embarrassing, I really want to get one for myself.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t find a way.”
Deadpool, who had transformed into the Minotaur, was over four meters tall. The cabin was too small for him to stay in. He could only squat where he was, touching his sharp and huge horns and screaming at Mason:
"That's very generous of you. I'll say good things to you when I get back, but how do I change this thing back? It's cool, but I can't keep it like this forever.
Speaking of which, why did I suddenly want to visit Cyclops' house after I turned into a Minotaur?
Or any married woman whose husband is not at home..."
He squatted on the ground, shaking his head and mooing like a cow. Then he saw Mason pull out the rifle from behind and aim it at his heart. With the hissing sound of charging, he said to him:
“It’s a little troublesome to change back, I have to dig the beast’s heart out of your body.
Most people would die if they did this, but you won't die, so I said that only a 'great man' like you is worthy of this transformation device.
Are you ready?
I’m about to shoot, and this might hurt a little.”
"Oh, I see. Then you better hit it right away!"
Deadpool positioned himself on the spot, showing his chest to Mason. The young man pulled the trigger without hesitation and with a bang, a hole was made in the Deadpool's minotaur chest.
The blood-stained Reward of Cerberus hit the ground with a bang and rolled to Mason's feet. The huge corpse in front of him fell to the ground, bleeding and quickly changing from monster form to human form.
After a few minutes, Deadpool got up from the ground in high spirits.
There was still blood on his chest, but he was full of energy. He happily took the box of biological mutagen from Mason, whistled and waved goodbye to him, saying:
"I'm leaving now, generous fellow. I'll put in a good word for you in front of the professor. See you next time! Remember my little surgery, I'm still waiting.
Tsk, there's so much I can do with three heads.
I get excited just thinking about it..."
After saying that, he activated the tattered transmission belt on his suit again.
With a loud bang, this eccentric guy disappeared on the spot. Under Mason's twitching eyes, one arm was left there, and the five fingers were still twitching. The scene was simply too weird.
Then another dark crack appeared, and another hand reached out, picked up the arm he had left behind, and disappeared completely with a whoosh.
“That guy…”
The Isu ghost floating behind Mason's cloak said with interest:
"With such a strong self-healing ability that has reached the level of immortality, he is a perfect test subject."
"Yes, he is."
Mason pulled out a record board marked with "Biological Mutagenesis Experiment" from behind him, numbered the photos he had just taken and pasted them on it. He then complained to Consus:
"This guy has gone crazy for a long time. It's hard for his brain to be interested in normal things. If you want to fool him, you have to do something ruthless.
I installed a recording device in that biological mutagen, which will record in detail the biological data every time Wade Wilson uses it. When we meet next time, it should be enough data to reproduce the experiment.
But are all of Mr. Swordsman’s subordinates mutants?
Wade said something like 'Professor' before he left."
Mason stroked his chin, and after a few seconds, he said with a subtle expression:
"It seems that after things here are over, I have to do a deep check on my genes."
"No need to check, my brother."
Consus floated behind Mason and said:
"The Shroud has a perfect biological information extraction function. Your carrier is just an ordinary human being. When it awakened, it possessed the triple helix DNA characteristics of the Isu creatures."
“I used to think so.”
Mason looked at his fingers and said:
"But to be honest, I'm not so sure now."
