Volume 5: The Young Wolf Seeks Home Chapter 27: The scene man is indeed the scene man, even at the end he still has power
The apocalyptic wasteland should not be underestimated, as some pretty terrifying things could happen here at any time.
For example, Hawkeye's daughter wanted to kill him to win some damn reputation, and her former boss was a ruthless character who could endure the pain on the verge of death and wait for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
If Mason and his crew hadn't broken in here, Ashley Parker's "traitorous" behavior today would probably have ended with her being shot through the heart by the wasteland leader who killed Magneto.
A harsh environment creates treacherous human hearts, and after the fall of civilization, even malice no longer needs to be carefully hidden.
The old wolf, whose head was broken and bleeding, tied up the crazy wasteland spider girl with the chains he had snatched from the Ghost Riders, and then picked up the seriously injured Hawkeye with difficulty.
"You'd better leave him there. The bullet has penetrated his spine. Stop the bleeding first. I'll treat him later."
Mason, who was studying the alien blowgun, said something to the old wolf and threw the hemostatic agent over to him. The latter listened to the advice and put his old friend where he was, unscrewed the bottle cap and poured the potion into him.
"You almost popped your claws just now, didn't you?"
Mason wiped the blood off the dart and asked:
"When you saw Clint almost beaten to death by his daughter, the anger inside you was ignited."
“Almost.”
Logan did not deny it. He sat on the ground panting and whispered:
"It seems that Wolverine is not dead yet. He still wants to fight, but an old, cowardly and rotten cage has trapped him... If you don't stop the bleeding of that guy, he won't be able to answer any of your questions ."
"Don't worry, he can still hold on for a while."
Mason glanced at the Wasteland Gang leader on the ground and said:
"Let him suffer for a while longer so that he won't waste time making up lies to me. I'm really interested in the last period of Magneto's life in this world, so the guy who ended Magneto's life with his own hands will not die."
As soon as the words fell, the information tag of the alien blowgun in his hand popped up:
Damaged Yaka Whistle Arrow
Quality: Epic Engineering Creation·Perfect Craftsmanship [Damage will reduce the quality]
Features: Sound-sensitive material, self-propelled engine, stepless speed change, super penetration
Status: Repairable
hint!
This item is a throwing weapon and enjoys a shooting skill bonus when used.
Producer: Yondu Udonta
Item Description: This little cutie isn't just activated by a whistle. If you can modify its guidance mode, you can destroy an army of mobs with just a fart.
"How vulgar!"
Mason complained harshly about the description of today's items, then put the golden whistle arrow with obvious welding marks back into his bag, planning to find time to repair it.
For a support shooter, this thing can be regarded as the best secondary weapon.
It is both concealed and vicious, and much better than the Johnny Gun that Mason is using now in terms of practicality. However, he has to consider practicing the whistle technique from now on, otherwise he will have to use other sounds instead...
Of course, fart sounds are definitely not on the list! Although they are indeed unexpected, forget it!
Lord Mason has to have some dignity.
“Save me…”
The Wasteland Gang leader on the ground screamed in agony again.
He was really in pain. This feeling of being neither alive nor dead was too painful. Even if he couldn't be saved, at least he could give him one more shot and let him rest in peace.
"Tell me about Magneto!"
Mason opened a bottle of inferior healing potion and poured it into the mouth of the huge guy who was suspected to be Kingpin's son, and threw in a few drops of truth serum.
He reached out and took Lao Wan's helmet off the guy's forehead, wiped the blood with his hand, and stared at him.
The latter knew that he would definitely not have a good day today, and he had no intention of showing his strength in front of this guy. After feeling the pain subside, he panted and said weakly:
"That old man... he was almost dead, and we took him in. He fled from New Babylon, and Hydra's mercenaries were chasing him.
We protected him.
We also gave him precious medicine to use, so we didn’t let him down.”
"Don't talk nonsense, you can't last that long. "
Mason reminded:
"Tell me something I really care about."
"He wants to kill us!"
The leader coughed a few times and shouted with difficulty:
“He’s crazy, you know?
His reputation helped our gang rise rapidly. We wanted to seize Hammerfall, but he stopped us and said that we were living like rats without dignity. Rather than die, it would be better for him to give us a quick death.
We were also forced into this situation.
But the process of killing him was not as difficult as I thought. It was not until the whistle arrow pierced his heart that I realized that the once powerful Magneto was just a shell.
The magnetic force that he was so proud of couldn't even stop the broken whistle arrow.
We were fooled by him for years.”
"It does sound like something Lao Wanneng would do, but where did this whistle arrow come from?"
Mason asked:
"Where did you pick it up?"
"In the desert... ahem, a crashed spaceship with some weird guys inside. Magneto helped us open the hatch, but the inside was blown up. I found it on the head of an unlucky guy."
The leader now only wants to die quickly and knows everything about Mason's problems.
He said:
“I begged Magneto to help me modify him, but he refused. That’s when I realized it wasn’t that he didn’t want to, it was that he couldn’t do it. Otherwise, how could I dare to resist such a terrible person?
But he's right.
We live here just to suffer. Without his reputation, I can't control these ambitious but stupid bastards.
Ashley is just the first, haha, bullshit leader, just a bug in the wasteland.
Before the old man died, he left a letter hidden under the seat.
Kill me, kill me."
Mason winked at Old Wolf, who immediately stepped forward and rummaged under the leader's "throne" made of scrap steel, and indeed found a bloodstained letter.
After opening it and taking a look, he said to Mason:
"It's Lancher's handwriting. I recognize it, but it's in cipher code. Maybe he didn't want it to be seen by irrelevant people. It's the cipher code used within the Brotherhood of Mutants.
I can translate.”
"Um."
Mason nodded, pulled out Johnny's gun, pointed it at the forehead of the leader at his feet, and fired three shots in a row, giving the latter a quick death.
"Take them and go."
Mason made a gesture to Kevin, and the slime immediately split into two people and carried Ashley Parker and Hawkeye on their backs. The old wolf took the time to decrypt the ciphertext. A few minutes later, they returned to the spider car guarded by Harley.
"Drive slower this time."
In the back seat, Mason put on medical gloves and said to Harley who was driving:
"I have to do a little surgery on Clint. The bullet his daughter used in the sneak attack damaged his spine. The old man is going to be in trouble."
"I think this girl should be sent to Arkham!"
Harley stepped on Ashley Parker who was knocked unconscious and locked up. She said:
"That place is perfect for a lunatic like her who has grown crooked. How sad would good old Peter be if he knew his granddaughter had become like this?
And Xiaomei!
The last time I played house with her, she told me that she would give birth to a cute little princess and train her to be a hero as powerful as her father.
"Look at the bright side, Xiaomei will indeed have a daughter."
Mason took out the Bone Spirit and the surgical forceps for removing bullets, and poured the Water of Life and Death into Hawkeye to put him into a deep sleep. Then he sighed and said:
“This is half of the wish come true.”
On the way back, the Spider car drove smoothly. Thanks to the car's super suspension, Mason's operation in the back seat went very smoothly.
The rusty bullet was removed, and after perfect cleaning and suturing, Bone Growing Spirit was used to heal the damaged spine, and at the same time repair Clint's hidden injuries.
Mason checked Hawkeye's physical condition during the operation.
It is no exaggeration to say that he has wounds all over his body and the cartilage at his knees has been completely worn out. No wonder he always limps when he walks. It seems that this old guy has not been idle in the past ten years. He has survived many fierce battles.
"Didn't he tell you what he had been doing all these years?"
Mason asked as he threw away the bloody medical gloves. The old wolf next to him shook his head and said:
“I never asked and he never told.
This is probably a tacit understanding between us old guys, but based on my understanding of Clint, there must be some inside story behind his insistence on going to New Babylon.
He only looks cool on the surface, and everyone knows how sensitive and gentle Hawkeye is on the inside...Okay, let's not talk about him anymore, the letter has been translated.
Take a look at it.”
Old Wolf handed the bloodstained letter to Mason. He wrote the translated code on the envelope and put the letter in his pocket.
Mason did nothing to stop this.
He knew that Wolf and Magneto had once been mortal enemies, but in the current situation, it was meaningless to dwell on the hatred of the past.
Perhaps the old wolf was simply collecting relics from his compatriots to commemorate the lonely death of an old friend.
Mason looked down at the letter:
"This is a letter to my fellow countrymen, if new mutants can be born in this wasteland.
I, Magneto, Eric Lansherr, have lost my people once again. I watched with my own eyes as those outsiders took the remaining young people away from this world. I wanted to stop them but I no longer had the strength to do so.
Charles conveyed his final will to me before he died, saying that it was all a conspiracy.
I have great trust in my best friends.
After the Great Shift, I went alone to the New Babylon rebuilt by the Red Skull to find out the truth, but there was no truth there, only despair.
Once again, weak Charles failed me.
He failed to stop the apocalypse, failed to uncover the conspiracy, and failed to prevent his power from falling into the hands of the wrong people.
The Red Skull has desecrated the remains of my dear friend and taken Charles' power!
The murderer who triggered the nuclear war transformed him into a monster, but what comforted me was that even after death, Charles was still resisting, so the Red Skull could not control the dangerous mental authority.
I discovered some clues during the battle with him.
The ambitious Red Skull tried to become the god of mind, but his trick was seen through by his fellow villains. The conspirators behind him threw him into this wasteland and turned him into his prison.
I had a chance to kill Red Skull.
But I realized that he was just seeking death not for atonement, but to truly merge with Charles' power.
Charles and I both know very well what serious consequences will occur once his mental power falls into darkness, and I will not let that monster born of pain be born from my hands.
So for the first time in my life, I chose to escape without a fight.
Those who betrayed this world knew very well that once Attack was born, there would be no restraint or restriction. Therefore, they would most likely use some means to force Red Skull not to commit suicide, and naturally he would not be able to complete the final step of complete fusion.
The madman challenged me madly, trying to use my hand to help him untie the chain imposed on him by his companions, so as to ascend to a stronger and darker form.
But I won't let him have his way.
The Red Skull's frustrated look made me feel happy from the bottom of my heart. Perhaps rotting along with this wasteland is the punishment he deserves.
Hmm...
I feel that my time is short, and that the end would not be so unbearable, except that even in death I shall be alone, as I was at birth.
I believe this letter will be seen.
I believe that those mutants who have left their homeland will definitely come back, because abandoning their homeland has never been an option for mutants!
If you, the returning wanderers, read this letter, please remember my advice and stay away from New Babylon! Don't give the Red Skull a chance to escape, let him rot.
Let him live out his ugly, cursed life in his garbage dump kingdom.
But if you have the power to destroy it all, then do not show mercy to your hometown. Destroy everything and let it become the ruins of the Dark Ages and be forgotten.
We, and the entire downtrodden world, will thank you.”
The content of this farewell letter from Lao Wan was very secretive, and Mason frowned repeatedly after reading it.
In particular, the description of the Red Skull, the "Doomsday President" stationed in this world, reveals the tip of the iceberg of the hidden things in the wasteland world.
According to Lao Wan, the so-called world manager Red Skull is nothing but a loser abandoned by his bastard friends who did bad things together with him. Combined with the fact that the Grand Master Warlock has blocked this world for seventeen years, the truth is quite valuable.
"Have you ever faced 'Frenzy' before?"
Mason put away the letter and looked back at Old Wolf, who silently lit a cigarette, rubbed his head and said:
"I seem to remember that it happened many years ago, but I have lost a lot of memory. Professor X must have used his psychic power to erase that memory to prevent the secret of the birth of Onslaught from being discovered.
But Red Skull discovered it.
Eric made it very clear that the Red Skull desecrated the professor's body and tried to turn himself into Doomsday . What a shameful lunatic."
"Thank goodness I found this letter."
Mason looked up at the vast wasteland in front of him, rubbing his brows and saying:
"My original plan was to kill him once a conflict occurred, but now it seems that this plan needs to be revised. Don't worry, Red Skull will definitely not be spared, but we need to push his death back a bit.
I mean, switch the order.”
"Do you have a way to get rid of him?"
Logan looked at Mason in surprise and said:
"Without triggering the Birth of a Wild Attack?"
“It’s difficult.”
The captain let out a long sigh.
He took out the damaged whistle arrow and analyzed it in his hand to think about the repair plan. He said to Old Wolf:
"But fortunately, I have prepared some special tactics for this situation in advance. Anyway, leave it to me."
