Volume 5: The Young Wolf Seeks Home Chapter 6 Well, now the expired parent exchange voucher is useless
When the master took out a dirty, bloody card from his low-key, luxurious, high-end suit worth at least a string of zeros, Mason realized that something was wrong.
After the master said that he had figured out Mason's background, the captain's facial expression went out of control on the spot.
This is not to say that he has any obsession with his life experience in this world.
The original soul of this body had long been freed by the wine bottle that fell from the sky. When Mason's soul woke up in this strange world, everything before that had nothing to do with him anymore.
What really shocked Mason was the master's behavior itself.
While he was busy maintaining the non-existent "order" in Gotham, helping the Justice League emerge from the shadow of failure, secretly planning to deal with the possible invasion of the Stars and perfecting his own anti-league tactics, this busy man did not forget to help Mason find out his life experience.
To be honest, Mason himself doesn't really care about this matter, so it's hard to believe that the master is so concerned about it.
He really made me cry!
Even though Mason had already guessed that this was the master's way of maintaining their relationship and winning him over, when he took the blood-stained card, he still felt an unspeakable emotion flowing in his heart.
Just a little bit!
He felt that perhaps he should tell Bruce about the existence of Thomas and Martha so that he could ease the pain of losing his family that he had endured for thirty years.
But Mason is rational after all.
In the current situation, telling the truth about the old man and the clown lady will not make Bruce feel relieved, but will only cause him unnecessary troubles.
Besides, he is the best detective in the world and his brain is definitely enough, so let the master slowly discover the truth on his own.
After all, Batboy, who doesn't trust anyone, will only believe in secrets that he has discovered with his own hands, and he must enjoy playing tricks on others.
"Didn't they say that all the information about the Gotham Orphanage was destroyed?"
Mason looked at the blood-stained card in his hand and said:
"And where did you find it?"
"I asked Barry to venture back in time to the night you were sent to the orphanage."
The master did not hide anything.
He looked around the office and said:
"Barry has revealed all your secrets about your life, but it will probably take you some time to accept this shocking fact.
Mason, you are not from this world.
You were sent here.
And your adoption by Robert Cooper is also full of secrets. It was the accidental result of a failed robbery attempt, and it was Barry who stopped those unidentified people from taking you away. "
"I'm really not surprised at all."
Mason listened to the master's story with a wooden face.
He should have expressed great surprise at this, but considering the various clues that had been discovered before, this conclusion was naturally reasonable.
However, he did not immediately check the ancient secret represented by the card in his hand. Instead, he put it away and looked at John Wick who was following Bruce.
He always makes a clear distinction between personal matters and official business.
"So, you've been in contact with Batman?"
Mason asked.
Wick nodded, glanced at Bruce Wayne beside him, and said in a brief tone:
"He's a good partner, and I admire his sharp and vigilant qualities, but the rest of the Justice League still needs to be observed."
"I plan to officially induct Wick into the Justice League tomorrow."
The master sat on the sofa, his eyes fell on the strange disc in the office display stand. While observing it with a slight headache, he said to Mason:
"This is a great opportunity for contact. The Justice League needs fresh blood now, and Wick's abilities and beliefs fit the requirements of the Justice League.
Of course, he had to suppress his excessive desire for attack during this period.
With this opportunity, he can also legitimately join Barry's project to transform the cosmic treadmill. Our first communication with the Isu world must be completed within three months.
Then we can form a strong alliance to fight against the evil intentions of the Star Society."
"That's fine too."
Mason leaned over his desk and said:
“However, Wick may have to lead a ‘dual identity’ life for a while. The Assassin’s League is about to face a reorganization, and I will select someone to be in charge of this matter.
Wick's understanding of the Assassin's Way and his abilities will help in this endeavor."
"I have no problem!"
The top killer said expressionlessly:
"Replacing identities and hiding our tracks are our basic skills. In addition, I am personally very interested in the assassin heritage of this world."
"It's settled then."
Mason pointed to the door and said:
"In the third box on the left, there is a set of Isu Master Assassin uniforms and matching weapons made specifically for you, as well as contact information. If you need service in the future, you can come here at any time.
My personal secretary, Ms. Huazi, has entered your identity into the system, so you don't have to worry about being attacked."
"Um."
Wick nodded, turned around and left quickly.
However, when he walked out of the office door, he happened to meet Judy and Barbara who were walking over with some electronic equipment, talking and laughing.
Batgirl is fine, she's met Wick before.
But it was the first time Judy had seen this guy. When she saw that face, she exclaimed:
"Johnny Silverhand! Why are you here, you idiot! Wait, weren't you dead a long time ago? Your personality data is in a missing state in the black wall."
The familiar name made John Wick frown.
He didn't know who the so-called "Johnny Silverhand" was, but Mason called him by this name many times. Although he was a cold-blooded killer, Wick was quite dissatisfied with this.
What's wrong with these people in the Star Club?
Is your eyesight so bad?
Always admit that you are wrong.
"My name is John Wick!"
He emphasized to Judy, who was circling around him and admiring him:
"I don't know a fellow named Johnny Silverhand."
"But I know him!"
Judy, a little excited, rummaged through her bag.
Finally, he took out a very worn poster and opened it in front of Wick, pointing at the flirtatious man wearing sunglasses, a pilot jacket and jeans, and a silver mechanical arm, and said:
"Look! Look for yourself! Don't you two look exactly the same?"
"this……"
Even though Wick didn't believe it in his heart, he knew that the poster in front of him must be more than several decades old just by looking at the degree of wear and tear. No matter how bored the people from the Star Club were, they would not come up with this thing to joke with him.
He frowned and stared at the rock singer on the poster who looked exactly like him but had a completely different demeanor and temperament. After a few seconds, he said:
"This Silver Hand...what does he do over there?"
"He's a lunatic!"
Judy snorted, chewed gum, crossed her arms and said:
"He blew up the Arasaka Tower, killing tens of thousands of people. Although some people say he is a hero who resisted corporate hegemony, in my opinion he is just an unreasonable psychopath."
"Yeah?"
Wick deadpanned.
But in my heart, I became more interested in myself in another world.
He wanted to ask more, but the elevator door opened at this moment.
Miss Arasaka Hanako, who strode out with several employees and had the demeanor of a strong woman, saw Judy and John Wick beside her at a glance.
At this moment, Miss Huazi made a gesture of drawing a gun. Although she had no weapon in her hand, her action itself represented her resistance and disgust towards "Johnny Silverhand".
"You bastard who deserves to go to hell! Silverhand."
Miss Huazi, who had always been quite respectful in front of Mason, said with disgust:
"It was your anarchist ideology that poisoned my brother. He could have been an excellent leader, but you made his death worthless."
"I'm not... Oh, never mind, you can say whatever you want."
The cold-faced killer Wick wanted to explain, but he finally gave up.
This kind of thing is inexplicable. It's like your evil twin doing something bad and blaming it on you. You have to endure it even if you are unhappy about it.
"Tsk, you pretentious corporate dog!"
Judy waved her fist with disdain at Huazi, who was as cold as ice at the moment, and then took Barbara to the computer room of her choice, where she was going to build a new cross-world secret communication network architecture shared by Team K and Team Next Life.
"Hey, Silverhand, come and help if you're okay."
She said to Wick:
"Although I don't like you either, but being able to make the company's boss so angry can also give people like us at the bottom a chance to vent our anger. Come on, I know you are interested.
Let me tell you the story of Johnny Silverhand."
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"It's quite lively outside."
Mason and Bruce in the office both had very keen hearing and could hear clearly the argument outside. The master was also a little curious about what happened between the alien beings in different time and space.
He said:
"If everyone has their own space-time body in a parallel world, then I... or Batman..."
"Don't even think about it, Bruce. Becoming Batman is the destiny of the men in the Wayne family."
Mason waved his hands and said:
"And I guess you don't want to meet those weird time-space entities of yours right now. You'd better pray that those guys don't come to mess things up when we're dealing with the Star Society in this world, otherwise it will be really, really troublesome.
Where are my people? "
"Ivy is down there with Harley Quinn."
The master said softly:
“As for Mr. Peter Parker and Mr. Matt Murdock, who are currently visiting Wayne Manor, I have to say that talking with them has given me a better understanding of the truth behind the parallel worlds and the impact incident.
If it wasn't for the wrong timing, I would probably become friends with them.
Since you asked this question, I have to ask one more question: How are the 'team members' I sent to you doing? "
"Very troublesome, very uncooperative, stubbornly believing that we are a bunch of bad guys, even after seeing the apocalyptic wasteland with his own eyes, he still believes that I cannot be trusted."
Mason sighed and said:
"I don't have that much time to talk to them, so I decided to take them out for a walk after I go back this time. Letting them see the facts with their own eyes will be much more effective than my earnest persuasion.
And you?
How is the progress on your side?"
"Clark is guarding Dr. Zora."
The master leaned back on the sofa and answered in a hoarse voice like Batman:
"I trust him as much as I trust you. Barry's joining is a pleasant surprise. It means that we finally have a channel of communication that will not be interfered with by the stars.
I plan to talk to Diana next.
Although your humiliation of her has made her resentful of you, I believe Diana will make the right choice on major issues.”
"I advise you not to underestimate Wonder Woman."
Mason shook his head and said:
“I’ve encountered Diana Prince’s time-space alter ego before, and she almost destroyed a world. You need to pay more attention to her psychological problems.
Especially when it comes to the issue of war.
Once she gets into an endless battle frenzy, it won't be good for us or you... Hmm? What is this?"
He looked in amazement as the master took out a stack of golden belts from the secret compartment behind his belt. This thing was very luxurious and had a sense of sacredness and nobility like a sacrificial item.
But it is not a finished product.
With Mason's sharp eyes, he could tell at a glance that this was raw material with divinity.
"You took away Diana's Lasso of Truth. She needs a new weapon. "
The master handed Mason the belt that was said to come from the Greek goddess of the hearth, and said:
“Of all the people I know, you’re the only one who can create such a weapon. In addition, you’ll have to put some thought into upgrading the Justice League’s equipment.
It will take a week to produce the blueprints, and Wayne Group will be responsible for processing. Is there any problem?"
"This is asking me to 'assist the enemy', but the design blueprint is not a big problem. I will leave some weaknesses that will only be exploited by us to avoid any trouble in the future."
Mason smiled, took it and threw it on the table, and said:
"Diana's lasso is in Selina's hand. She plans to make it into her own cat's tail whip. Oh, by the way, I want to keep Selina here for a long time.
On the one hand, he presides over our covert operations here.
On the one hand, it can also calm your mind.
I know you are overprotective of her, and having her by your side makes you more resolute.
I don't want to break you up.
However, since Lady Catwoman now has the Lasso of Truth in her hand, you have to be careful when you meet her, so as not to say something you shouldn't.
You always have a lot of secrets in your heart."
This arrangement made the master silent for a few seconds, then he nodded and said:
“Although I don’t know why Damian took the initiative to get closer to me after he came back this time, I guess it has something to do with you. I appreciate your kindness, Mason.
I should go down now.
If I don't show up, the reporters will write in tomorrow's newspapers about some evil deal between me and the owner of this bar. They always like to write these things to attract attention."
"There's nothing we can do about it. People who bring their own traffic will never be able to live a quiet life."
Mason smiled and saw the master off from the office.
He was sure that the master was going to chase the old man. They were indeed father and son, they were so in tune with each other.
Then he closed the door and reached out to pick up the bloody card on the table. According to the Flash, this thing was sent to this world with him.
It can be considered as some kind of identification.
But the blood on it had already coagulated and could not be wiped off, so Mason took out the alchemical solution to process it, and after a few minutes, the words could barely be seen on it.
What came into view was an inscription that made Mason shudder:
"Doomsday Project·Weapon X Project Third Batch No. 0013 Experimental Subject·Third Phase of Experiment·Awakening Process Incomplete."
"grass!"
He cursed under his breath.
Barry and the old man who found this card may not understand the meaning of this line of words, but Mason, who loves the story of mutants, can see the essence at a glance.
He clasped the small card in his hand tightly.
He turned the swivel chair and looked at the floor-to-ceiling window behind him. A few seconds later, he lit another cigarette. As the smoke rose, Mason sighed regretfully.
“I originally thought that by finding out his origins, I could find the source of this body’s bloodline. Now the source of the bloodline has indeed been found, but it is most likely just a cannon fodder sacrifice for experiments.
Maybe he's a tragic clone...
This is even more miserable than the old master's life experience. No wonder our relationship is getting better and better. Is this the legendary sympathy for each other?"
He shook his head and placed the shuffled cards in front of him.
After a few seconds, the information tab pops up:
Test product nameplate
Effect: Used to identify member information in a large experimental project. It is necessary to find the corresponding database to interpret the specific information of the experimental subject.
Producer: Weapon X Project Department
Item Description: Sad! Now it's useless even if you steal Bruce Wayne's private collection of parent exchange coupons... Poor kid, don't cry, come and let your uncle punch you twice to cheer you up.
hint!
This item is endowed with energy imprint remnants when it passes through the parallel world system. When the inscription branch skill reaches Lv5, the world coordinates contained therein can be reversely interpreted.
"Um?"
Mason's eyes narrowed.
He put out the cigarette in the ashtray and stood up suddenly.
He was not going to waste time. His inscription skill was now at Lv3+1. If he worked harder, he might be able to get his real "hometown coordinates" tonight.
"Hua Zi, don't let anyone disturb me for the next few hours."
He used the equipment on the table to give instructions to his assistant secretary at the Next Life Bar, then took out a large pile of inscription making materials from his bag and prepared to get started.
But just as Mason rolled up his sleeves and put on the protective gloves specially used for inscription techniques, he suddenly noticed a beam of green light flying rapidly across the night sky outside the window.
"Green Lantern?"
Mason walked to the window in surprise, and as he closed the curtains, he wondered:
"What is this guy doing in Gotham? Is there anything in this shithole city that attracts him?"
