Volume 4: The Last Day Chapter 98: Halle Halle! Good luck! Tonight...
"What kind of wicked person actually locked the door? Is this something a human being could do? It's like locking me up with a hungry lioness."
Mason reached out and pulled the door lock, and heard a click from the outside.
This kind of behavior of the funny person gave him a headache, but what was even more troublesome was that Harley was standing there shyly, seemingly with her head down, but in fact she had secretly opened a small bottle with her hands behind her back.
"Are those Poison Ivy's hormone spores in your hand?"
He suddenly turned around and asked, which scared Harry who was "doing something bad". Her hand shook and the small bottle fell to the ground. The gray spores in the bottle, which were the same size as date pits, began to emit green gas under stress.
Mason responded very professionally. He took out a bottle of white honey for detoxification and threw it to Harley.
Then he lifted his hat and put it to his mouth, transforming it into a gas mask. He then put on the alchemist gloves made by the tailor, squatted down, extracted the plant spores from the broken bottle, and placed them in a special alchemical storage box.
Behind him, Harley looked regretful and sorry.
She begged for this thing for a long time before Ivy agreed to give it to her. It is one of Poison Ivy's superpower killer moves, which uses plant-based hormone gases to confuse the mind and put people into various negative states.
It is especially effective for men, and Harley needs its aphrodisiac effect right now.
"You know that in addition to being an aphrodisiac, this thing also has paralysis and neurotoxin properties, right?"
Mason stood up, turned around and said seriously to Harley Quinn who was swallowing white honey:
“If the person who is poisoned is in poor health, it is easy to cause pulmonary fibrosis and die in extreme pain. Even if he survives by chance, Ivy has to come in person to detoxify him.
Although the detoxification method is quite erotic, probably no one wants to try such a painful process.
If you accidentally release all the toxins in the spores, at least it will disturb everyone on this floor. Such dangerous things will cause chaos, Harry."
“Oh.”
Harley lowered her head, admitting her mistake like a child being scolded by a teacher. She did not try to argue and looked very frustrated. Even her twin ponytails, which were full of energy, seemed to droop without momentum.
She really wanted to eat up the sweet Mr. K in one bite.
But she also overlooked a very important point, that is, she had no fighting spirit in front of Mr. K. Her inner dependence made her not refuse any request from Mr. K, and of course she could not refuse criticism from him.
"The most important thing is that I am an alchemist, Harley."
Mason played with the storage box in his hand, and said to Harley in front of him with a helpless expression:
"The aphrodisiac effect of this thing is considered a negative state. Considering my resistance to toxins, unless you can purify it to three times the concentration, it will not be effective on me at this dose.
But you may not.
This was a failed sneak attack, both in terms of planning and execution.”
"I can't help it."
Harley raised her head and stared at Mason. She pouted her lips in annoyance and said:
"You don't sleep at all. I've been observing you for a long time, but I can't find a chance to make a move. Quinn keeps complaining in her heart, and I'm so annoyed.
But I don't mean to hurt you or do anything drastic, Mr. K."
She explained with her sharp voice, gesticulating:
"I just feel that you are under a lot of pressure. Maybe you need a little leisure time to relax and have fun. Your life is too boring and rigid. Apart from collecting some weird things, you almost refuse all forms of entertainment.
It's not a healthy way for you to live, Mason.
I have enough reasons to say this. Although I am not reliable, I am a psychologist with a doctorate degree after all, and I can tell what your condition is.
You need to release the pressure in your heart, otherwise it will turn into various negative emotions after long-term accumulation. "
She approached Mason, took his hand sincerely, and whispered:
"I know you've been learning from Batman, but just learn the good parts and don't learn the bad parts. Besides, even for Batman, Selina is always concerned about his mental health.
You need your own catwoman, too, Mr. K.
I am happy to recommend myself.”
"I admit that what you said makes sense. I have been under a lot of pressure recently, but it is not so great that I need to choose to vent instead of relieve it."
Mason raised his eyebrows and said:
"You should know the difference between these two options, right? Swordsman Tehali. Besides, I have many options to entertain myself... Okay, stop pouting and sit down.
We need to talk about this.”
He pointed to the sofa next to him. Harley blinked and stared at him. Seeing Mason, who sat down first, patted the seat next to him, she immediately coughed and sat on it like a lady.
In her heart, Quinn, the always irritable and evil second personality, also calmed down. Perhaps both Harleys realized that Mr. K, who had been avoiding this relationship, finally decided to take it seriously.
This will be a very important moment.
This attitude also made Harry feel at ease.
After all, although she is a little crazy, she also hopes that the other half she loves can take her seriously instead of just treating this as a joke like that other annoying and evil guy.
Mason played with the plant spores in the alchemical storage box in his hand. He poured the alchemical solution into it and sealed it as if he was doing a simple experiment. While maintaining a fixed frequency rotation, he organized his words and said to Harley, who was beating her heart and soul beside him:
"I'm not against this kind of intimate contact, nor am I a cold person by nature as the scumbag Kang privately complained. My sexual orientation is also normal. Frankly speaking, Harry, you actually fit my definition of 'beauty'..."
"I'm glad you called me pretty, but is that annoying 'but' coming?"
Harley curled her lips, and after a few seconds of being serious, she crossed her legs and sat there again. She took out a piece of gum from her pocket and put it in her mouth to chew, then she crossed her arms and said angrily:
"This feels like one of those soap operas I've watched. Last night was great, but it was just an accident... You're a good person, but I think you deserve better... Even though the child isn't yours, he calls you dad..."
"Be serious."
Mason snorted, and Harley, who was complaining wildly, immediately quieted down. She leaned her head on Mr. K's shoulder very obediently, waiting for what he would say next.
"It's not your fault, it's mine."
He sighed and said:
"I should have told you and Ivy about the situation when Team K was first formed. Charles and I narrowly escaped death and returned alive from the Hogwarts world. That was second only to the time when I was working for the Penguin and a bottle flew over my head and blew my head on my first day at work.
It was a close call with death.
What I want to say is that after my rebirth, my personal life was a mess.
The grievances and hatreds of the Bat Family, the twists and turns of the Star Society, the complexity of the impact events, and now there is also the mystery of the foggy life experience.
Harley...
I myself don’t even know how long I can hold on. I used to be very confident that I could reach the finish line, but now I no longer dare to tell others so confidently that we will win.
What we are doing is inherently dangerous. Fighting for survival is no longer an adequate description of it. Perhaps in the next second this world will be broken into by a large group of conquerors, who will burn us and the Osborne Tower to ashes.
It is also possible that this will happen in a few months.
But all-out conflict is bound to come.
It must be tragic, bloody, and painful, do you understand what I mean?"
Mason stopped the spinning alchemical container in his hand and looked into Harley's eyes without evasion or dodging. For the first time, he looked so frankly at this crazy beauty who obeyed his every word.
He said:
"It is extremely irresponsible to casually promise someone a relationship when your future is uncertain.
You mentioned Batman and Catwoman just now. So why do you think Batman and Selina have been playing the game of chase for so many years but have always remained close yet distant?
Why did Selena choose to elope against her husband, contrary to everyone's expectations, when her marriage was finally about to be concluded?
Is it that their love for each other is not sincere enough?
Harry, this is the situation we are facing now. It is really easy to move on to the next stage, but the difficulty lies in how we can reach the end..."
"Wow!"
This remark, which was supposed to be a dissuasion, not only did not disappoint Harley, but instead made her bright eyes turn into the shape of red hearts.
She exclaimed excitedly:
"You actually thought so far ahead? I thought I was already devoted enough, but I didn't expect you to take this relationship ten times more seriously than I did...
I was wrong, Mr. K!
It's not that you don't like me.
You like me so much that you have even started to think about how we will get to the end.
I was wrong, I shouldn't have doubted you, come, let me kiss you."
She pounced on Mason and hugged his neck like a kitten catching a mouse, preparing to give him a passionate kiss, almost knocking the alchemy container in Mason's hand to the ground.
The captain struggled and said:
"Uh, Harley, I feel like your focus is a little off! Calm down first."
"No, no need to calm down."
Harley put her arms around Mason's neck and hung herself on Mr. K like a koala. Her face was full of seriousness, and that serious expression at this moment did not look like that of a schizophrenic at all.
She said to Mason:
“You just think too much, Mr. K.
In this precarious world, you always try to find an ending that satisfies everyone, but you ignore the fact that we live in a life .
Even without the shock, I'd probably get electrocuted when I got up in the morning to make some toast... I really don't care if we can make it to the end, if we can have a perfect ending.
I don't care about our future.
I just want it now.
Remember that argument between you and your boss that Barbara taped? I've overheard it once before, and I admit that you made a lot of sense.
You tell your boss that there is no future if you don't seize the present, but when it comes to love, you make the same mistakes as those insects you despise.
No!
Don’t think that far ahead! You don’t need to.
We haven't reached that stage yet. We are just a young couple in love who want to taste the forbidden fruit for the first time. It's not like we are going to discuss getting married, starting a family, and having kids right now.
The future may be dark, but that doesn't stop us from enjoying ourselves now.
If we die in the next second, at least we can go to hell together hand in hand. If we are lucky enough to live ten years later, I may not still be with you.
Maybe by then you will be too old and boring and no longer attractive to me.
Because even if we have to break up, it must be me who dumps you, Mr. K who likes to fantasize."
Harry leaned over and whispered in Mason's ear:
"Be good and live in the present, okay ? I don't need you to think so much about me. Harley Quinn can take care of herself at any time."
Mason blinked.
It was impossible for him to change his way of thinking because of what Harley said, but Harley's excuse did not seem to be unreasonable.
Love is love, marriage is marriage.
It seems that this relationship has not really reached that stage yet, and there is really no need to think too much about it.
"All right."
He let out a long breath, and when Harley cheered and helped him unbutton his clothes, he paused, put the alchemical container in his hand in front of his eyes to look at the color and concentration of the liquid inside, and said to Harley:
"Remember what I said just now, Ivy's aphrodisiac hormone spores need to be purified three times before they can work on me? I purified it five times..."
"so what?"
Harry was angry again.
She sat on Mason's waist, crossed her arms, puffed up her cheeks, and said angrily:
"Am I old and ugly enough to need you to use this thing to get high?"
"No, silly boy."
Mason took off the Ravenclaw wisdom glasses frame, put the container in his hand to his lips, and let the sweet crimson liquid flow between his lips and teeth.
His brain, which was always working non-stop, slowly emptied at this moment, and then the personal emotions that had been suppressed for a long time quickly filled the gap in his mind.
His breathing became a little faster, and a faint red light appeared in the depths of his eyes.
He looked at Harley in front of him and said in a hoarse voice:
"After receiving the gift from the Isu, I spent every waking second analyzing, learning, and accepting the vast amount of knowledge. I have become accustomed to that state.
But I think you deserve a better and more engaged night, Harley.
A night just for you without being disturbed by knowledge.
You deserve it.”
"Wow!"
The red light in Harry's eyes suddenly flashed.
She seemed to be fully electrified, even her voice became sharper, she held Mason's face and kissed him hard, firmly, without any hesitation, like a cat striking out.
The atmosphere in the whole room seemed to turn pink.
She held her heart in her hands, her face as red as a peach, and untied her double ponytails. As her long hair dyed red and blue fluttered, she whispered in a hoarse voice as if she was approaching some kind of hunger:
"You are so gentle and considerate of me, Mr. K. If you continue to be so warm, I will definitely die of a broken heart when I break up with you in the future.
Unfortunately, you may have to invest a little more.
Because it’s not just your kitten Harley who’s here tonight…”
"hiss"
Mason, whose earlobe was bitten, grinned, and then he heard another sharp and manic voice in his ear:
"And there's the big bad guy Quinn~"
——
"Snap"
In the top office of Star Castle, Ciri, who was writing a reply to an official document, frowned and looked at the broken quill in her hand.
She didn't know what was going on, but she had been feeling restless since a while ago.
It was as if an unplanned singularity suddenly appeared in a system where everything was running perfectly, or as if a discordant note jumped out of an elegant song.
I can’t really say what’s wrong, but it just makes me feel uncomfortable.
Perhaps it was her superior hunting instinct that was sounding the alarm, reminding her that even though everything seemed to have returned to calm, there were still undercurrents. Well, that was indeed the case.
She sighed, picked up the coffee at hand, and glanced at the two documents on the desk.
On the left was Mason Cooper's proposal for promotion to Class B personnel. As she expected, no one objected. But on the right was more troublesome. It was a secret invasion plan proposed by the warlock.
Its target is Mason's home world...
Obviously, the disappearance of the two spellcaster teams there has touched the warlock's bottom line, and he is determined to teach that Beyond Grade A world a lesson.
"Perhaps I should ask Mason's advice?"
This idea quickly appeared in Mr. Hunter's mind, and Ciri also thought it would be great to have a reliable external brain, so she held a coffee cup and answered Mason's call.
As a result, no one answered the phone after five calls, which made Xili feel even worse.
"You don't respect your superiors that much? How arrogant!"
How dare you not answer the phone?
This is outrageous!
After making seven consecutive calls with no one answering, Ciri, with the anger growing in her heart nowhere to vent, simply picked up her seal and slammed it on the document, then drank a large cup of coffee.
A wicked smile appeared on her face, as if she had finally gotten rid of her anger. She picked up the hot coffee again and put her cute feet on the desk...
Hey, bad luck to you, you bastard Mason!
However, I don’t know what that bastard is doing now?
