Volume 5: The Young Wolf Seeks Home Chapter 25 Shock! Old Peter, who was collecting materials in Gotham, probably didn't know that he had a new son-in-law!
The lazy old man in the Black Death Sword battle suit apparently caught a small "BUG" in the agreement between him and Mason.
This behavior is hard for Mason to complain about.
But things have come to this point, and facing the Black Death Sword Warrior who has eaten and drunk his fill and started pretending to be dead, the captain has no good solution.
After all, this pitiful mass of wasteland venom in front of him cannot be said to be a bad thing, but Mason is a little worried about how to use it.
He really has no use for this thing.
Because he doesn't like being parasitized and he doesn't lack a battle suit system.
He is not Selina, who likes the wonderful feeling of being "unrestrained" in battle...
Well, now that you mention it, it seems that Lady Catwoman is quite open-minded in this regard. Tsk tsk, no wonder the master is so obsessed with that fairy.
"Barbara, do you want to?"
Mason handed the Wasteland Venom in his hand to Batgirl, who looked at him as if he were an idiot and said:
"I have an interface in my brain, and my left arm is a fully sensory prosthesis. You want me to use a symbiote for such sophisticated machinery? Are you hoping that my brain will short-circuit?"
"Uh, you guys..."
Mason looked at his other teammates again, then shook his head and said:
"Forget it. We can let it do damage instantly, but if we want to coexist with it for a long time, I guess even the Kryptonian immune system won't be able to defeat it. If it triggers a Kryptonian cytokine storm, I guess the first Kryptonian to die from the disease will be in my hands."
"Mr. K! I want it!"
Harley had already noticed the Wasteland Venom in Mason's hand.
She was also very interested in Catwoman's strange battle suit that could "change size at any time". Due to the very big imagination of a psychopath, she had even imagined many wonderful uses for it.
Especially when playing with Mr. K...
yeah!
You don’t have to buy all kinds of expensive and cumbersome Cos costumes to let your sweetheart enjoy better “care”!
"It's not impossible, but your physical fitness is not up to standard yet."
Mason doesn't mind giving the symbiote to Harley, but he can't give it to her now. Harley's physical fitness has not yet crossed the line of superhumans, and the symbiote will change her physical form in order to exert its maximum power.
I can only say it in the same tone as a mother helping her son save his New Year's money:
"Let's talk about this after you become stronger... Don't drink the Green Devil potion! Wait until I get back to make you a dose of Super Soldier Serum. Uh, why do I have to wait until I get back to make it?"
He shook his head, handed the biological tank to Harley, took out various materials to prepare the medicine on the spot, and said:
"Have a good sleep tonight, and you'll have your own Venom suit tomorrow morning."
"ah!"
Harry pouted and said in frustration:
"I had planned some fun things tonight... but I know Selina used venom to turn her cat into a witch! Can I also use the symbiote to turn my dog into a werewolf?"
Faced with her question, which was full of loopholes in every sense, Mason sighed and answered :
"No, you will only get two venom dogs. This will not increase the combat effectiveness of the Amazon war dogs at all. Instead, it will make Bud and Luke more afraid of fire and sound.
So please, don't do weird things to your pets."
"Well, that's a shame."
Harry squatted down, stroked his two loyal circus dogs, and said:
"Your already monotonous life has lost another possibility forever."
While Mason was busy, the old wolf, who was frightened by the sudden incident, walked up to him and whispered:
"Mason, why do you and your teammates seem to be accustomed to this kind of thing? Has your life outside always been so thrilling?"
“This is so far from our real life.”
Mason said to the old wolf:
“Imagine that countless worlds you know and cannot imagine are disappearing one by one, and you know this but cannot change it. You can choose to give up on yourself or have a good time before the end of the world.
This is probably a true portrayal of our lives.”
"So which one did you choose?"
Old Logan asked, and Mason whispered:
"I chose the third hardest hidden option, which is the one I just did."
These words made Old Wolf turn his head and look at the wastelanders in the factory who were being identified by Zod and Blue Beetle, having their weapons confiscated and put into magic briefcases.
At this moment he understood what Mason meant.
"You want to fight against the end of extinction?"
Logan said hoarsely:
“What a bold idea.”
“I want to save it.”
Mason corrected seriously:
"It's harder than fighting, crazier than letting go, harder than tanking... but that's life, isn't it? It's like a boxing match that never ends suddenly.
No matter how many times you knock it down, it will come back in one way or another.
But once you shrink, it wins.”
"I feel like there's something behind your words."
Logan reached out and pushed down the tattered cowboy hat on his head. He said:
"I'll tell you, Mason, but not now... I will, I swear! When we get there, I'll reveal all the secrets.
But I think if Charles had met you seventeen years earlier, he would have been very happy, and Eric would have been desperate to get you, because he admired your character. "
"Clint! I'm here! Clint... come here!"
A woman's scream interrupted the conversation between Mason and Logan.
The two looked up and saw a woman in a wasteland skirt rushing out from the crowd queuing to enter the suitcase factory. She called Hawkeye's name sadly.
Hawkeye, who was leaning against the Spider Car to take a rest, suddenly jumped up, got out quickly, walked to the woman and supported her.
"Who is that?"
Mason asked out of curiosity and Logan shook his head.
He and Hawkeye didn't actually have much contact after the apocalypse. The reason why the two of them teamed up to become "doomsday couriers" was more because of their previous fighting friendship as colleagues.
The friendship between men is always simple. If they like each other, they will not hesitate to run a long distance together, or even risk their lives together.
But now he still guessed:
"She might be Clint's ex-wife. May seems to live near Hammerfall. The car you repaired for Clint was May's 'dowry'.
That was the only thing her father left her .”
"Is that so?"
Mason nodded.
But a few seconds later, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the woman hugging Hawkeye in front of him, and said:
"The Spider-Car is a relic left to her by her father? This woman is May Parker? Peter Parker's daughter? Spider-Man's daughter?"
"right."
Logan shook his head and sighed:
“That always talkative boy is said to have died on the streets of New York that night, leaving behind only his then-adult daughter, who was rescued by Clint.
Then within a few years they were together.
It wasn’t a good story, and the story goes that May was still dealing with her father’s death, and Clint was dealing with the loss of everything, and that caused their marriage to not last long.”
"No, that's not the point!"
Mason paused his action of making the improved version of super soldier serum. He stood up and walked to Hawkeye. The black-haired woman who was crying in Clint's arms soon noticed Mason.
She bowed to Mason with thanks.
But as she stood up, Mason pulled out a photo and held it before her eyes.
The photo shows K Team 1.0 in the morning light of Osborne Tower. Most importantly, in Mason's arms in the photo, eight-year-old May Parker is happily smiling with a missing front tooth.
"Do you know her?"
Mason pointed at the photo of young May and said to the stunned middle-aged May Parker:
“This is a photo of us and another you in another world, Xiaomei. Although I know you are not her, maybe you should also call me Brother Mason.
All right.
I know you're not in the mood for jokes right now, has something happened to you?"
"my daughter……"
May Parker looked at the guy in front of her who was old enough to be her son but called himself "Brother Mason". The previous rescue and the photo in front of her undoubtedly brought the two closer together.
Under Mason's questioning, May Parker, who was no longer young, finally couldn't help but worry and cried:
"My Ashley! She left me and joined a local gang in the desert . She said she wanted to prove that Spider-Man's power is still strong in the wasteland. She's eager to prove herself.
But she did something stupid.
She went to assassinate the leader and was caught. They said they would execute her tomorrow. I came to Hammerfall to ask for mercenaries to help..."
"Why didn't you inform me!"
As a father, Hawkeye said angrily at this moment:
"She's my daughter too! When we divorced, I told you that you can't spoil her like that! See! Has it become a problem?"
"Just shut up."
Mason said to Hawkeye unhappily:
"You were almost forty when you fooled Xiaomei. You were almost twenty years older than me. You're really brave. Aren't you afraid that Peter will crawl out of the dirt and kill you?"
"Mason, Clint also lost his family in the apocalypse..."
Logan rushed over and pulled Mason's arm. He whispered:
"This is not like you think. If you want to survive in this hell, you have to stick together for warmth. And the focus now is not to discuss their failed marriage. Ashley, what about that girl?"
"What else can I do?"
Mason rubbed his forehead and said:
"Old Peter just helped me. Can I just sit there and watch his granddaughter get chopped up by a bunch of wasteland savages? Barbara, take the others and go first. I'll go get someone and come back."
——
Captain Mason wants to rescue people, and his colleagues in Team K are of course willing to help. It won’t take much time to destroy a nearby wasteland gang.
But in the end he just let Harley go with him, and left the rest of the people to Barbara to lead and continue to move forward to the next camping point and wait.
Mason has his own considerations.
The wasteland venom that has just appeared has reminded everyone that this post-apocalyptic land is not safe, so it would save a lot of time if the attackers gathered together to search for threats.
Mason didn't plan to take it easy on the rest of his journey. He had to get to New Babylon as soon as possible to find out the truth of what happened seventeen years ago.
However, Mason, who was moving towards the wasteland desert, failed to discover certain changes outside the world caused by his appearance. For example, in the Earth's orbit, a nearly abandoned SHIELD satellite that Barbara had always complained about being in disrepair suddenly started up.
The command from the surface caused its search module to be restarted with difficulty, and then after continuous adjustments, it locked onto the Nevada area where a nuclear explosion had just occurred.
In the city of New Babylon, which is quite far away from here, in the crispy palace covered with black and red swastika flags, the ruler of this world, Mr. Red Skull, known as the "President of Doomsday", is sitting with his legs crossed, admiring the satellite photos in front of him, which have poor image quality but can barely make out the terrain.
He had already captured the movements of Mason and his group.
Logically speaking, for a ruler who is proficient in strategy and tactics, he should send elite forces to attack the enemy directly and launch a thundering attack before Team K realizes that they have been exposed.
However, Red Skull did nothing.
He just stared at the satellite photo on the screen in front of him that was refreshed once a minute, sitting on his swivel chair with his chin propped up, as if he was admiring the actions of the "guests" who had sneaked into his territory without reporting in advance.
After watching it like this for nearly ten minutes, the picture on the screen suddenly went out.
It wasn't that the screen itself had a problem. The Doomsday President looked out the window with regret. He shook his head and said:
"Oh, it's destroyed. It seems that the arrival of these guests has not only attracted my attention, but also those mice who have been hiding for seventeen years are planning to jump out and stretch their muscles.
Awesome.
It has always been a regret in my heart that I was not able to completely flatten you that night. I once thought that I would never have the chance to make up for that little mistake in my lifetime.
But now it seems that fate has been very generous to a poor prisoner like me."
He snorted.
He stood up and put the blurry printed photo into a very sci-fi device, which sent it to somewhere outside the world like a fax machine.
Then the guy in a black Hydra uniform stood in front of the window with his hands behind his back, as if admiring the city he ruled.
New Babylon, a place full of irony in every sense of the word.
It has many names, such as the Holy City of Doom, the Land of Order, the Capital of the New World, the Wasteland Paradise, etc., but the fact is that this city was built by a group of scum and abandoned people who were looked down upon even by outsiders, under the leadership of Lord Red Skull.
The only reason it was built was to cover up the last secret hidden beneath this world that was destroyed seventeen years ago.
The Doomsday President is just a self-proclaimed one.
The Red Skull has always been very clear that he is just the "jailer" left in the hometown of those who have left this world. Just like in the world destruction war seventeen years ago, he played more than just the evil commander who seemed so glorious on the surface.
Well, the truth is much bleaker than that.
Just like a tool that has been squeezed dry of all its value, regarding that dark past, perhaps he should be grateful that those guys didn't silence him?
"bite"
The instrument behind him made a crisp sound, indicating a communication request.
The Red Skull waved his hand and stood in the corner of the office. The man in black armor stepped forward to activate the communication, then pushed the door and left sensibly.
Then, the sorcerer's gloomy voice sounded in the office:
"Did you take the photo using the door lock? The blurry picture made it hard for me to tell them apart, but I used some 'connections' to confirm the identities of the guests.
He is indeed a 'distinguished guest'.
Red Skull, you have to entertain them well."
"What reason do I have to do this? Who are you to order me around? Because you put a spell on me and left me here to rot?"
The Doomsday President said sarcastically:
"Although I do hold a seat on your Council of Twelve, please recognize your identity. I now serve the Cleaners Corps.
Theoretically, we are just partners, Mr. Warlock, I have no reason to satisfy your "personal demands."
“This is not my personal appeal.”
The warlock's tone became even colder.
He was obviously unhappy with Red Skull's non-cooperation, but he still explained:
“I never thought that Mr. Mason Cooper, who has been so famous in the Star Club recently, actually has such an identity. He did not sneak into this world.
He is returning home!
He is originally part of this world, and now he just wants to take back what belongs to him in the wasteland. His destination is under your control.
He will definitely deal with you.
However, Mr. Mason did not know the cruel truth, nor did he know that in a sense, he was "our man" from the beginning.
This wonderful turn of events made me sigh at the impermanence of life. "
"oh?"
The Red Skull, who had been very uninterested in this matter, also snorted with curiosity. He turned around and said:
"You mean, this gentleman named Mason Cooper is the creation of the 'Weapon X Project'? Tsk tsk, then he is really one of us. Well, for the sake of this fascinating truth, I will think of a way.
But the Knight...
Don't let him come over.
I hate that unruly fellow who makes a mess of the 'dog cage' you left for me."
"Are you still angry about the past, Red Skull?"
The warlock was silent for a few seconds, then whispered:
"But you know very well that it was your own ambition that led to the wrong thing. You had a bright future ahead of you.
It was you who gave it up.
The spell I cast on you was to protect you, but you took it as a bondage. The secret of that year should have been buried and you were the last person to know about it.
You know what they do with things that have lost their value and are dangerous?
You should thank me for saving your life and stop complaining!
Get ready for the ceremony.
From what I know about Mason Cooper, he will definitely give you some big surprises, so the Cavaliers will be a good help when necessary.
Of course, if you do well, I may consider removing the spell from you. You who seemed extremely dangerous back then are not such a big hidden danger in today's situation.
If you want to get out of your own dog cage, do good things.
I’ll see about that.”
"Well, I really have to thank you for your generosity, sir."
The Red Skull snorted in a sarcastic tone, but did not deny it. He just stroked his smooth red forehead and asked with interest:
"Regarding Mason, what are you going to do with him?"
"Well, I certainly won't hurt him. Such a creative and mentally strong person must be placed in a suitable position to shine."
The sorcerer said with a dark laugh:
"The people who work with him don't know how to use him properly, but fortunately, we are good at it, just like we found you to do evil things on your behalf.
Mason will start a more glorious life here, and you...you will also be able to gain freedom, the freedom you long for.
I hope you'll seize this opportunity, old friend."
