Volume 4: The Last Day Chapter 95 Grandpa and Grandma Return to Their Hometown

After Mason returned to Osborne Tower, he dismissed his team members first and let Selina and Harley go to rest. He himself was not very sleepy, but completing this B-level promotion mission did not mean that his troubles were over.

His mind was full of things at the moment, and he felt that he urgently needed to calm down and take some time to think about his next plan.

Mason sat at his desk in his dormitory in Osborne Tower, took out his notebook and took off his hat and put it aside, then picked up a pen and began to write and draw on it.

This was his habit when thinking about important matters. Writing down each factor and each problem on paper obviously helped to sort out the relationships between them.

"We have used the A-level seats to exchange for the trust and alliance of the Resurrection Team, and together with the group of people led by the old man, the K Team now has three forces that can act simultaneously.

Meanwhile, Ciri's "favorability" is steadily increasing, and she has become a force that can be united and trusted.

It is barely enough to deal with the current situation.”

Mason wrote the names of the three forces and Hunter Ciri on the paper.

This is his basic foundation, and from this foundation he can work out the issues that he urgently needs to resolve.

The invitation from Old A, the meeting with the Swordsman, the contact network in Gotham also needs to be rebuilt, and I also need to find time to talk to my new teammates.

He currently has three Kryptonians in his hands, but he has not yet figured out how to use Mason properly.

If nothing unexpected happens, after obtaining the B-level qualification, the world they are currently in will be the base world of Team K. Osborne Tower currently has enough manpower, and the reconstruction of the wasteland world should also be put into process.

The old Green Goblin has been planning and advancing this aspect, and perhaps he should find time to talk to Norman Osborn.

The two sides are currently in a "nominal alliance" and do not actually trust each other, but they should at least ensure that their short-term goals are consistent to avoid any disturbances.

In addition to the above matters, Mason also needs to consider the strategy for activities within the Star Club after becoming a Class B personnel.

There is no chance of slacking off in such a busy organization, especially after entering the B-level ranks and becoming the true backbone of the Star Club, he and Team K will be assigned more core and more important pioneering tasks.

This all requires Mason to plan carefully.

But the good news is that Class B personnel will have a series of benefits while also greatly improving their freedom of action.

Team K no longer needs to calculate the time to carry out the forced development mission. As long as they complete enough exploration and material submission within a certain period of time, they can spend their time on their own things.

At that time, I will have a private conversation with Ciri and ask her to arrange an easy, long-term job for Team K to conceal Mason's actions and make them more convenient.

"But the spying and questioning from the Warlock Grand Master is still a problem!"

Mason looked at the paper that was already filled with words.

He circled the name "Warlock".

Deathstroke confessed that he was Lex Luthor's undercover agent who infiltrated Team K, and the power behind Luthor was likely related to this great logistics mentor.

It seems that even though they did a clean job in the Isu world, this pioneer team, the only one that escaped, is still being targeted by someone with ulterior motives.

"We must clear our suspicion as soon as possible, or find a way to divert the warlock's attention to other things."

Mason rubbed his forehead and thought:

"Being targeted by a great mentor is like sitting on pins and needles. Considering Ciri's power, the resources that a warlock can mobilize in the Star Society are quite terrifying. It's like a pair of eyes watching behind you at any time, making you nervous no matter what you do.

But since he is connected to Lex Luthor, perhaps we can start from that aspect.

A tricky Beyond Grade A world, I think it's enough for the three mentors to work together to formulate an infiltration plan, right? I just don't know if the master is ready to face a large-scale 'secret invasion'? "

He wrote the word "hold" behind the idea, then turned the page over and wrote his name on another page.

My own life experience!

Mason stared at the name on the paper.

He once thought that his background was not a big problem, especially in this dark age with frequent shocks. No matter how big an orphan's background was, it was impossible for him to be involved in important affairs.

But as the strange power in Mason's body grew, he increasingly felt that he had "extraordinary origins."

The torrential rain that is a must in every battle, rolling in the Phoenix fire without any harm, and even touching the sacred trident of Neptune in Atlantis to mobilize the rolling clouds and rain.

This is no longer something that an ordinary mysterious bloodline can do.

Moreover, Ciri hinted several times that Mason had ignored his own "peculiarity". When thinking about the sudden goodwill of the mutant camp where the swordsman was, Mason had a preliminary guess.

"Maybe I'm a mutant lost in another world... or a very powerful one?"

He stroked his chin and thought for a moment, then picked up a pen and drew a "?" behind his name. He felt that he should spend some time on this matter.

Of course, it has lower priority than several other things.

After all, this is his own private matter, and he cannot mobilize too many public resources of Team K to it. Mason always distinguishes clearly between "public" and "private" matters.

However, in addition to the above things, there is another thing that keeps lingering in Mason's mind and makes him feel uneasy.

Impact events are accelerating.

Although the Third Impact has just ended, when the Fourth Impact will come is still a fatal question. According to Doctor Octopus's prediction, it will most likely happen to this world between half a year and a year.

In other words, if Mason intends to reverse the current trend of the parallel world system towards darkness and barbarism, he only has at least six months and at most twelve months to find a solution.

This is the core conflict of all the problems. If it can be solved, all the difficulties Mason is currently facing will be swept away.

“There are two methods found so far.”

Mason stood up, walked to the window and lit a cigarette for himself. He looked out the window at the Osborne Tower and the abandoned city of New York in the distance, and thought to himself:

“The Aurora device in the Isu world requires a lot of resources and supporting facilities to advance, and it also needs to be constantly calibrated and maintained. Not every world has the ability to build such a global facility.

Although it can anchor the plane and temporarily "peel off" the target world from the parallel world system so that it is not affected by the impact, it can only be used in a world with abundant resources and sufficient technological capabilities.

At the very least they must have the equipment to decipher Isu lore.

This is the most basic premise. Otherwise, even if I give away the golden apples at a loss, it won’t solve the problem. The Speed Force Matrix seems to have a better chance of being promoted, but it is not perfect either.”

The captain blew out a smoke ring and said quietly:

"After all, not every world has the Speed Force, and not every world has a cute little guy like Barry Allen who is willing to sacrifice himself for survival...

Isn't this just sacrificing the Flash in exchange for a smooth ending to the big event?

What a damn 'tradition'.

If the time really comes, Little Flash will probably sacrifice himself voluntarily, but the problem is that he cannot be sacrificed every time. There are not so many Flashes to serve as sacrifices.

The Speed Force Matrix that Kryptonian uses must be improved!

But the think tanks at Fox Nest should be able to handle this matter, so I don’t need to worry about it. Let me think about what to say next…”

"Beep, beep, beep"

Mason's deep thoughts were interrupted by a sudden communication signal. He looked back and saw that the signal coordinates came from Gotham, which made Mason raise his eyebrows.

He put out his cigarette and walked forward to activate the communication. The next moment, a holographic projection came out, projecting the old man's "bust" in front of Mason.

Thomas Wayne has taken off his bat suit and put on a dark black suit, wearing a Panama hat for disguise. Behind him is the bustling city center of Gotham. In the distance, you can see the logo of the Gotham Police Department, which was renovated last month.

"You're here already?"

Mason folded his arms and asked:

"Where are those two die-hard guys?"

"They were beaten half to death. I should have killed them directly, but I thought you kept them here because you wanted them to help, so I brought them here."

The old man whispered:

"I'll keep an eye on them."

“Not only do you have to keep an eye on them, Thomas, you also have to find a way to make them behave, but I don’t think that’s too hard for you.

The Amazons and Atlanteans are on my side, and although our War Queen and King of the Seven Seas have turned evil, they both have a decent sense of responsibility towards their people.

Apart from their bad personal ethics, they are both very charming and qualified leaders. "

He looked at the old man in front of him who was trying to pretend to be calm, but in fact he was still nervous and anxious. He said:

"In short, take over the Assassin's League as soon as possible and hide there. I will send people to rebuild the Iceberg Bar, which will be the 'safe zone' for us to communicate.

I will work out the next action plan as soon as possible and send it to you, but I know you are in a hurry now, so I won't disturb you and Mrs. Martha's "revisiting the old place" tonight.

But, Thomas, if it is possible..."

Mason warned:

"Please try to be low-key."

"I understand, and I know how to keep a low profile."

The old man promised:

"I won't destroy the existing environment you've created. I'll contact you later. Mason, thank you for giving Martha and I a chance to start over. I..."

"Thomas, your dark personality is really not suitable for expressing such heartfelt thanks. You know, with your current expression, I always feel that you will ask for ransom from me in the next moment."

Mason joked:

“There’s no need to say these words, everyone who understands will understand.

We have fought together in the apocalypse, we have witnessed the end of a world together, we have faced powerful enemies and defeated them, all of which is enough for us to build the most basic trust.

I don't deny that I was actually taking advantage of your and Mrs. Martha's guilt and attachment to Bruce to ensure that you two would stand up when my home world was threatened.

Therefore, there is no need to feel any psychological pressure, nor to regard this as some kind of "gift".

This is what you deserve and it is my advance payment.

Go see him quickly, old man. If it’s any later, he might have to go out for night patrol. Besides, Damian should rest too. It’s not good for a child not to go to bed on time.

As a grandfather, you have to get him back to Wayne Manor safely."

"That's what you said."

Thomas adjusted his hat, a fleeting smile flashed across his neatly trimmed chin, and he said:

"Well, call back later, Captain Mason."

"Shua"

The communicator hung up and Mason stood in his room and blinked.

He was somewhat curious about what would happen next, but he couldn't go back to Gotham openly to watch the scene.

This made Mason feel like a cat's claws were scratching his heart. A few seconds later, he walked out of the room and sneaked to the Batgirl's room next door like a thief. He knocked on the door and then turned the handle and walked in.

Then, he was surprised to see that all the members of Team K were staying here, even the "non-staff member" Judy was sitting on the sofa eating melon seeds.

In front of this group of people was a projection device that was being debugged by Barbara.

A camera that had been hacked into the surveillance system of the city of Gotham in another world had been turned on, and from it one could see the old man and Mrs. Martha discussing something in a dark alley on the side of the road.

"Ha, I knew you were no good! Come on! Don't miss this."

Zha Kang, holding a popcorn bucket, grinned and patted the sofa next to him.

There's a seat here reserved for Mason.

"Boss, come here quickly!"

The kite flyer, who was holding a glass of red wine, urged:

“No one wants to miss the first meeting of the three generations of Grandpa Bat, Old Bat and Little Bat. This is a historic moment.

Barbara is remotely taking over the cameras in the Batcave and Wayne Manor. Maybe we can see Batboy crying and throwing himself into Mrs. Martha's arms, calling her "Mom"!

This is definitely a dark history.”

Mason walked forward and sat next to Zha Kang. Catwoman on the left handed him a glass of orange juice, and Zha Kang on the right grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into his hand.

Harley in front of him swayed her body and leaned back, just sticking to Mr. K's legs. She rubbed against him like a well-behaved kitten.

Harley was probably the only person present who was not interested in "Wayne family affairs". She showed up here tonight purely because Barbara told her that Mason would definitely come.

She just wanted to be with her darling little cutie and plan something that wouldn't pass muster.

"Well, I thought you might be disappointed."

Mason looked at the projection screen that was gradually lighting up in front of him and whispered:

"Thomas is not a man who does things recklessly. He will not meet Batboy tonight. But you are right. This is the three generations of the Wayne family living together...

My God, it feels like a miracle that will never happen.”

"Bruce doesn't need that damn parental voucher anymore."

Ertong, who was leaning to the side, drank a sip of apple juice and said quietly:

"That damn thing is expired! It's so vicious."

——

“A-choo!”

The old man who walked out of the dark alley of Gotham City suddenly sneezed when he was standing on the side of the road. The plain-clothes Knight of Vengeance looked around and moved his body uncomfortably, as if someone was watching him.

"Didi"

A black luxury car slid gracefully to the side of the road and stopped next to the old man who was about to hail a taxi.

Thomas glanced at the driver's seat and saw that his little grandson was driving the car, while his ex-wife was sitting in the back seat, touching up her makeup with a hand mirror.

"Where did this car come from?"

The old man asked in a bad tone. Damian, who was holding the steering wheel, shrugged and said:

"I 'borrowed' it. The locals in Gotham are used to this kind of thing. Of course, I know you want me to grow up to be a good boy, so I left a box of money in the parking lot, enough for him to buy another one.

Get in the car, Thomas."

The little lunatic with a burning fire of gossip in his eyes urged:

"Bruce is waiting for you. Let's go. What's so good about Gotham City? Aren't you tired of staying in that shithole?"

“It’s a little different here than where we are.”

The old man opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. As the car started and slid into the traffic, he looked at the bright lights and nightlife outside the window and said with emotion:

"There is no vengeful knight slaughtering criminals here. Bruce has set a certain bottom line for himself. He knows better than me what to do to maintain the vitality of this city instead of turning it into a cold and vicious tomb."

"Oh, you're already praising me before we even met?"

Damian pouted unhappily and said:

"I've never heard you praise me like this before."

"boom"

A roadside bank was on fire. As pedestrians around calmly and skillfully dodged, a group of masked robbers fired into the air and rushed in to rob.

This scene made the old man sitting in the car shrug his shoulders. He retracted his gaze, closed his eyes, and said:

"Well, it's not that different, it's still Gotham, and you're right, Damian, it's a cesspool.

This is Batman's fate..."

"Stop ahead, Bruce."

Mrs. Martha in the back seat suddenly said:

"Before I go to see my Bruce, I have to go somewhere first."

"Is that... Crime Alley ahead?"