Volume 5: The Young Wolf Seeks Home Chapter 21: Thief who steals other people's beloved things, your bad behavior will be punished~
"Buzz buzz buzz"
The rumble of engines echoed through the ruins of San Francisco at dawn.
Barbara was standing at the entrance of the camp, chatting with Jimmy Houtley and his sister Laura Houtley and instructing the two children on how to control the bone claws so as not to get hurt.
She was very interested in the body structure of the Son of Wolverine, but unfortunately there was no special equipment to examine it.
The sound of the engine made Barbara look up, and with a thought, more than a dozen Griffin drones were deployed in a defensive state around her. But soon, she saw Mason riding a strange-looking burning motorcycle in the dark, and behind him, Harley was chasing him on a flying motorcycle, shouting.
It's like a speed race.
Further away was a spider cart filled with supplies being driven over by Old Wolf. Although Mason repeatedly reminded Logan that there were enough supplies in his bag and that he didn't need to search the Ghost Riders' base for anything, old Logan, who had lived in the wasteland for seventeen years and developed a frugal character and successfully changed his job to become a "wasteland garbage man", was still stubborn and collected everything he could use.
It's hard to say whether this was the instinct of the wastelanders, because Mason saw Old Logan sneakily pick out a retro "flat shovel head" from the motorcycles left by the Ghost Riders and put it behind the Spider Car.
This is exactly the retro taste that Logan, the "immortal", likes, so maybe it's Wolverine's "residual soul" at work, allowing the old wolf to "abuse his power for personal gain."
But soon, Mason realized that he had misunderstood Logan.
He gave the vintage motorcycle he had finally found to his son Jimmy, who was obviously very happy.
All right.
This turns out to be a heartwarming story about a cowardly father trying to make up to his son.
"Where did this amazing-looking motorcycle come from?"
Barbara looked at the burning Harley motorcycle under Mason's crotch in surprise, but before Mason could answer, Harley, who came up behind, swung her tail and stopped suddenly, allowing the "out of favor" little blue car to stop at the edge of the camp.
Wearing flight goggles, Harley excitedly rushed to Barbara, grabbed her hand and screamed:
"Mr. K found a better motorcycle, so the lovely flying motorcycle is mine from now on. I will call it 'Harley Speeder'!
I can also take my dog for a ride.
Put something awesome on it, Barbara. I want an awesome gun ! An awesome cannon! A clown bomb launcher! And a unicorn wing and a fence on it..."
"Okay, okay, I'll put them all on for you."
Batgirl perfunctorily comforted Harley, who was jumping up and down with excitement because of her new gift. She saw Mason jump out of the car and pick up the toolbox to fix it, and then she roughly understood.
The eldest daughter of the Gordon family rubbed her forehead helplessly and said to her younger brother:
“I know that young people of your age are interested in motorcycles, but can you change your habit of picking up junk everywhere?
What a mess this car is in!
Driving it out would be detrimental to your status as Honorary Robin. There are not enough motorcycles in the garage for you to drive... Oops! What's wrong with this car?"
Before Barbara could finish her scolding as an adopted sister, the evil spirit motorcycle, whose self-esteem was stimulated by being called a "broken car", suddenly accelerated and hit Barbara's buttocks.
This knocked the Batgirl away and she rubbed her buttocks and climbed up before she screamed:
"Mason! Take care of your car! Don't let it chase me! Okay, I apologize, okay? You're not a broken car, you're the most powerful motorcycle in the world, okay?
I was wrong!
Mason!
Still laughing! Stop it, or my hair will burn off! "
She was chased all over the ground by the burning motorcycle and had no choice but to use her flying claws to pull herself up to the upper floor of the ruins before she barely escaped. Seeing that the evil ghost motorcycle was still accumulating energy to "spit", Mason hurried forward to calm it down.
He said:
"Stop messing around. I have to check your body before we leave. Be good, I have good materials to replace it for you, but I have to get your blueprints first.
Come here, you stubborn ass! We don't have much time. "
After a while of noise, Mason was finally able to work. The damage to the Ghost Rider was indeed serious. It seemed that what Hawkeye said about Venom and the Ghost Rider fighting a fierce battle here was not a lie.
Mason checked the entire car body and pessimistically found that at least three-quarters of the parts needed to be replaced, which meant it had to be returned to the factory for a major overhaul. Fortunately, he had a suitcase factory that could handle the casting of these parts.
But this evil motorcycle has a pretty sharp tongue.
Mason took out all the existing magic metals and physical metals for it to choose from, and it fell in love with Vibranium and Urugin at first sight.
The problem is that this stuff is also scarce in Mason's hands, so he can only persuade it to accept the lower-grade Kryptonian alloy and Isu gold as repair materials.
It also has its own ideas about improving the blueprint, and uses its noisy engine sound to ask Mason to modify the blueprint to its original appearance but also add some cool features.
It's just like the stingy and demanding Party A! All that's missing is Mason making a colorful black set for it.
With so many requirements, Mason's workload increased rapidly, and it would definitely not be finished in a few hours. Fortunately, the Ghost Motorcycle was reasonable and did not force Mason to repair it immediately.
At dawn, we barely replaced its engine and some internal parts to ensure that its equipment wouldn't explode while it was running, and the first phase of the transformation was completed.
The remaining shell and detail polishing will have to wait until the suitcase factory produces qualified parts.
This exploration was not an official mission, nor was it achieved through the World Gate, so Team K 2.0 had no time constraints, allowing Mason to switch to a more relaxed rhythm.
He decided to wait until the sun rose before setting off, mainly to take care of Hawkeye who had just undergone an eye transplant. This guy was very excited when he could see the light, and was eager to look around. As a result, he accidentally saw the burning Ghost Motorcycle, which almost blinded his delicate eyes again.
He is covering his eyes and crying.
He had no choice but to put on those sexy little sunglasses again to protect his new eyeballs. After all, he had been blind for nearly seventeen years, and even if he regained his sight, it would take some time for him to adapt.
After having a hearty breakfast prepared by Mason himself in the camp, the team set off again.
This time it's much more luxurious.
Mason, the Ghost Motorcycle and the "Harley Speedster" led the way in front. Logan, Hawkeye and the Houtley family were sitting in the Spider-Car, as if they were moving house.
The last part is exaggerated.
In order to better collect information, Barbara released her own magic lizard tank. This tank has been modified into an "electronic warfare-only" vehicle. Barbara can perfectly control it alone with the cooperation of the Delaman AI.
Not to mention whether it can fight or not, the twin 25MM rapid-fire cannon and quadruple thermal missile launcher tubes alone are enough to be a deterrent. The Ghost Riders who were scattered last night hiding in the ruins didn't dare to rush forward when they saw this thing, for fear that the enemy would turn the gun and fire a volley at them, sending them to hell.
“Woof! Woof!”
Harley kept twisting the handlebars while wearing her red and blue painted flight goggles.
She loved her Harley Speedster, and so did her two dogs, who huddled together in the bed, scratching the edges with their paws and barking all around.
Obviously, he was as happy as his master.
Harley also gave each of them a pair of clown goggles, making them look like a migrating circus.
"Mason, we have to speed up."
Barbara's voice came from the Demon Lizard Heavy Tank in the rear. She reported:
"Nearly a hundred kilometers to the north, in a town called Hammerfall, Zod and Firestorm discovered something very strange, and they thought it necessary for you to go and see it for yourself.
It is said to be a legendary artifact in this world, called 'Thor's Hammer'. If I heard it correctly, it is probably the legendary Mjolnir in Norse mythology."
"It's surprising that this thing really exists in this world."
Mason, wearing a helmet, nodded. He slowed down to make the Ghost Bike parallel to the Spider Bike, and asked the "Wasteland Know-it-all" Hawkeye, who was sitting in the passenger seat and looking around to practice his new vision:
"What's going on in Hammerfall ahead? And what about Thor's hammer? I guess this is another horror story?"
"This is okay."
Clint, who was wearing new glasses, was obviously much friendlier. He sipped the wine Mason gave him as a friendly gift and said:
"Thor was the last warrior to survive the night of the nuclear war. When Matt and I evacuated the SHIELD headquarters, he was still fighting with Loki.
Later we heard that Loki and the Fantastic Four died together, and the corpse of the evil god was further north, and we had to travel for three days to see him.
And Thor...
Unfortunately, he crashed in the Nevada desert, which was ravaged by a nuclear bomb. The nuclear bomb could not kill the powerful Thor, but the Hulk who was driven crazy by the nuclear bomb could.
I heard that the entire city of Las Vegas was razed to the ground during the battle between these two guys, and in the end, with the explosion of a nuclear bomb, Hulk broke Thor's neck.
There is nothing left of Thor, and the Hulk has completely turned into a monster."
Hawkeye sighed. Every time he talked about that past event, he would be filled with emotion. The rest of the story was taken over by Old Wolf. He held the steering wheel while driving and said in a hoarse voice:
"A year after Hulk kidnapped hundreds of distressed women and fled to the mountains of Southern California, the Hulk Gang emerged, and the Hulk Sons were the product of his rampage.
They settled there and eventually took over the irradiated land, and that's all I know."
"Then Thor's hammer will stay there?"
Mason said:
"No one is going to reclaim them? Didn't they say that the Red Skull established a regime in New Babylon? That guy is always eyeing these sacred objects, right?"
"He sent someone there."
Hawkeye said sarcastically:
"But can anyone pick up Thor's hammer? I heard that Thor cursed the hammer before he died. He hated it so much that he asked his weapon to stay where it is forever and not be used by anyone.
Seventeen years have passed.
Every scum living in this wasteland wants to try his luck.
They rebuilt Hammerfall from the ruins of Las Vegas, but no one succeeded."
"Yes, I understand."
Mason nodded and said to Barbara in the team communication:
"Sister, share this news with Kara and Blue Beetle, and tell them that they can try to pick up the hammer before we arrive.
If they do, I'll send them back to the Justice League."
"Are you serious?"
Barbara was stunned for a moment when Mason called her "sister" for the first time. Then she said suspiciously:
"Kryptonians are so strong that they can tear apart the continental shelf if they really go crazy. A war hammer is not enough to stop them. Have you lost interest in disciplining these disobedient guys, so are you planning to give up?"
"I just want a second-rate Kryptonian with a bottle less than half full to shake to know that she is facing a job with unlimited possibilities."
Mason looked at the vast desert ahead and whispered:
“Besides, I don’t believe that Thor’s last wish before his death was hatred… The oath of succession to the hammer must be related to the successor of the power of Thunder God.
If Kara can really become 'Thunderbolt Superman', it means that she may have reached the level of Superman. In that case, why would it be a problem for me to let her go back? "
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"Buzz"
A low, crackling engine sound rang out from an unknown place, and in a flash of fire, a strange flying car with a unique and even indescribable appearance came roaring over.
There is a raging fire all over its body, and the melted steel creates a gloomy skull embellishment on the front of the car. The chains wrapped around the body of the car look full of violence.
The driver of the fiery chariot is also burning.
The bones without flesh and blood are embellished with flames to make them full again, and every acceleration is accompanied by a harsh carnival, as if they are born with the arrogance of heavy metal rock.
It constantly travels through one world after another without stopping, like a raging fire patrolling across the sky, or like the common manifestation of some higher-level power in different worlds.
At some point, this never-ending chariot of fire suddenly stopped, its driver spewed scorching sparks from his burning nostrils, and spat a ball of burning magma to the side with a hint of dissatisfaction.
"My lost things were picked up by someone, and that guy was not afraid of the evil spirit fire I left behind."
It was riding on a cool flying car, looking up as if shouting to some invisible existence:
"Someone has entered that world! He's not just an ordinary weakling. Do you need me to deal with him?"
It awaits a response.
But this response was obviously not delivered in normal words. After a few seconds, the Burning Skeleton Knight twisted the handlebars again to speed up his car, and continued to complain:
"Okay, okay, let's follow the rules. I can rush back just by accelerating, but I still have to go through this boring procedure. Is this the twisted worldview of the devils?
You're doing world-destroying shit, but you're trying to show that you're not some big asshole who wants chaos."
It complained loudly, and then grabbed a communicator on the flying car that was also decorated with a skull, put it to its mouth and shouted:
"Hey, traitor brother! There's life."
"Call me 'Warlock'!"
Another gloomy voice sounded from the communicator, scolding:
"If you ever yell that word that offends me again, I'll bury you in the paving stones of heaven!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You know I have no brains. Don't bother with a brainless person."
The burning skeleton knight laughed loudly and rushed into the stars, letting his flying car draw a dazzling flame in the sea of stars. It shook its head in a violent rhythm, causing burning sparks to fly everywhere, much like a Taoist who had been knocked down and shouted loudly:
"Someone broke into that world, and the higher-ups told us to follow the rules, but that guy's abilities are a bit strange. I have to go over there and take a look. Have your people prepare the sacrifice ceremony and pull me over."
"Someone broke in?"
The Grand Master Warlock was stunned for a moment, then immediately returned to his gloomy attitude.
He said:
"Be patient and I will arrange it right away. Also, be restrained when you go there. That world cannot withstand your current power."
But the communication had been disconnected, and the warlock's instructions were equivalent to a blank shot.
In the gloomy meditation room of Star Castle, the Grand Master put down the communicator and activated the dark orb in front of him. A moment later, a terrifying face appeared on the orb and asked with a hint of rebellion:
"Something? Tell me!"
"Someone has entered your world."
The warlock didn't care about the guy's rudeness. He pulled his gloomy hood and said:
"I am verifying their identities. You'd better be prepared to summon the 'Knight' back if necessary."
"This is my world, my territory."
The figure in the orb sneered and said:
"I will do whatever I want to do. Don't bother me. Just do your own thing. If I run into trouble, I will naturally ask the right person for help so that I won't be stabbed in the back again.
After all, no one wants to deal with a rat with a history of betrayal, right? "
