Volume 9: Fate of Destiny Chapter 55: The Star Club is closed! The bastard boss' fate is running away with hell!
Mason's declaration was brief and extremely efficient. He barely gave anyone much time to think before he got things done in a rush.
At least at the command level, the logic is clear and gives the original members of the Star Society a new and final task.
The twenty-four-member A-level council was somewhat dissatisfied with this decision, but it was not due to Mason's order itself, but because they were given another task that was destined to be tedious.
"There's not much left in the secret treasure house!"
The head of the Next Life Team, Aunt Roger, was leaning back in her chair with a cigarette in her mouth in a very undignified manner. She complained:
“Mason suggested that we arrange to distribute those things to all pioneer teams and let them go back to their respective worlds to do some good things. This is a good idea, but it is not feasible at all.
I just calculated that those pitiful resources can only be used to produce two instruments in more than 400 worlds at most.
After the wizard became the logistics master, the secret treasure house was no longer the treasure trove it once was, as people could only enter but not exit. However, it was easy to evaluate the world level.
I suggest that we give these things to the most vulnerable and most severely damaged worlds, so that we don’t have to slowly select them.”
“Isn’t this right?”
The captain of the Deadpool team, Mr. Deadpool, stood up with his hands on his hips, grabbed the colorful card in his hand and waved it, he screamed:
“Then what are the resources of more than four hundred worlds?
I just used my invincible wisdom and a set of very powerful formulas to calculate that the materials are only enough for one hundred worlds to make the necessary instruments. "
"Hey, you're going too far."
Miss Anna next to her sighed and said quietly:
"When Aunt Roger said there were enough for four hundred worlds, I felt she had at least concealed half of the information, but you are exaggerating even more. Even if the Stars Society was in decline, it would not be the case that the final treasure house would only have this much stuff.
I tell you, if you do this, you will easily be caught by Mason and sent to the guillotine. Before chopping off your head, they will inject you with some leech serum. "
"That's right."
Natasha Romanoff of the Holy Shield team knocked on the table. The always beautiful A-level pioneer yawned and said in a listless tone:
"We can keep some. After all, this is the last order and we will disband after the job is done. It won't hurt to divide the luggage in advance. But we have to take Mason's attitude into consideration. Therefore, the numbers reported by Aunt Roger and Lord Deadpool are a bit exaggerated.
My suggestion is to set aside 600 sets of supplies to be distributed to the base worlds that need help the most, and divide the rest equally among everyone as the due reward for working for the Star Club for so many years.
There is no need to hand it over to the pioneers. I don't trust the ethics of our 'companions'.
During the 24-hour countdown before the World Gate is recovered, each world will send envoys to receive it, or directly hand it over to the rebels and wanderers.
They are probably not pure good people, but at least they are more trustworthy than the pioneers. "
"But what if it's not enough?"
Ertong, who had been silent, asked.
Although Mason stated that Team K would not participate in this operation, as Mason's "spokesperson" here, Ertong felt that he should think more about Mason.
This job was originally supposed to be done by Team K's personal diplomat, Catwoman, but she was pregnant and couldn't move easily.
The second-in-command, Barbara, had already slipped away and had no intention of standing guard for the last time. The scumbag Kang, who was able to hold the scene, had gone off to have fun, and only Ertong, Charles, and a bunch of little brats from the Junior K Team were left.
Ertong was forcing things on his own, but the questions he raised were quite pointed.
"Not enough? What kind of weird question is that?"
Aunt Roger said sarcastically:
“Each pioneer team is a mobile treasure house. You must have absolute faith in the talent of these scum in plundering and looting. If there is not enough, they will take the treasure house of each team to provide it!
That's not a problem we need to consider at all. Mason has already mercifully spared their lives.
how?
Are you not willing to spend even a tiny bit of resources just to survive?
Why don't I give orders now to the rebels and ronin who are sharpening their knives, and kill a number of the most heinous guys on the spot to remind them of their current situation?
I remember that there should be guillotines of different specifications collected in the Star Castle, and it's just right to pull them out and see some blood.
Pooh!
What qualifications do a bunch of losers have to make demands?"
"That's right! Long live old auntie!"
Lord Deadpool really likes this idea.
He scattered the cardboard with weird graffiti in his hand everywhere. Everyone could understand his crazy joy, but the name "old aunt" was too unpleasant, so Aunt Roger pulled out a pistol and smashed the guy's head with a bang.
The disgusting blood was splattered everywhere, but it also made the room return to a quiet meeting place.
The A-level members quickly reached a consensus.
The decisions they made were sent to the square in front of the castle by their respective team members. The Stars would monitor the situation of each base world in real time, so it was not difficult to select the six hundred worlds that needed help the most.
Soon, the first group of rebels from these worlds were called into the castle to get supplies, and the corresponding pioneers were also called in to receive instructions.
Lord Jack, the commander of the K Corps' vassal army, has already made assignments for his subordinates, and different teams will be stationed in those worlds to ensure the transfer of supplies.
Of course, the square was also very lively at this time.
After Mason announced with his "golden words" that those bastard pioneers who committed heinous crimes would not be executed, the bastards who were originally extremely frightened in their hearts suddenly felt relieved and immediately began their own "redemption performances."
"Plop"
A burly ice troll knelt in front of a human knight in tattered armor, snot and tears welling up in his eyes. He slapped himself hard and cursed himself for being a bad person in the past. He also blamed most of the bad things on Mephisto's plundering order.
The captain of this B-class team prayed for mercy and swore to heaven that his team would do its utmost to help the base world complete its integration.
He is willing to donate his wealth to the World Resistance.
He did not even ask for forgiveness of his guilt, but only for a chance to live in exile.
There are such "performance artists" everywhere in the square. Some rebels have to accept it for the sake of the world's survival. After all, hatred is a topic that can be discussed in the face of survival.
But some rebels are unwilling to forgive the perpetrators and want to hold a trial in their own world.
No one interfered with the process, and even if they claimed to be brought to justice, it would be difficult for the rogue pioneers to put up an effective resistance.
Because of what was issued under Mason's declaration, the mutants also issued orders to the X-Knights, asking them to help the world that decided to hold the trial to complete the settlement of past crimes.
Looking at the forces under Mason's command, the mutants, who are numerous and have considerable individual strength, are the most suitable for such work.
But whether you accept it or not, no matter what everyone feels about it in their hearts, the meaning represented by the term "Star Meeting" is buried in the dust and ruins of the past today.
Its never-existent honor has become a thing of the past, its bloody and heavy shadow has been removed, and its twisted and hideous evil has been destroyed.
Everything about it and everything that happened in the past seventeen years will become an indelible scar of the dark ages and will continue to be passed down as a lesson in the new era.
We can say that an era has ended.
"Wow, the winner's privilege, that's awesome."
While Star Castle was busy seizing the last minute to complete the distribution of relief supplies, in a private room of an empty bar on the edge of the bustling square, Lord Zha Kang climbed out of his bed contentedly, with two elven pioneers lying on either side of him, and three more on the floor of the messy room.
The lewd man who felt the pain in his waist walked to the window with his upper body naked, took out a cigarette with trembling hands and put it in his lips, looking at the crowd in front of him in the sunlight.
From time to time, cheers or screams could be heard there, and the bustling crowd reminded Zha Kang of the first time he came here with Mason and the others.
It happened so long ago that it seems like it happened last century, yet so clear that it seems like it happened yesterday.
Perhaps he was still dissatisfied when he was forced to join Team K, but when this day really came, Constantine's resentment towards Mason had long disappeared, replaced by a sense of pride.
He, who was once despised by everyone, finally did something good and heroic that could be written about in his life that no one paid much attention to. Perhaps when he writes his autobiography in the future, he will be able to describe . Well, the title of the book will be "Two or Three Anecdotes about the Powerful Wizard Constantine and the Cunning Captain Mason Cooper."
"Hehe, I'm a savior hero now. From now on, no matter which world I go to, I can get free sex without paying."
Zha Kang gave a silly smile, blew out a smoke ring and looked back at the messy room.
At this moment he suddenly began to think about life, and the first person who came to his mind was not in this room.
I don’t know what Zuckerberg is doing now?
The hot-blooded girl ignored her own advice and followed the rebels to hell to fight the devil. Now, no one knows whether she has returned to the mysterious house?
Is she hurt?
I should go back and take a look... Well, maybe it's time for this little bird without legs to settle down? After all, even Catwoman and Batman are about to end their heroic careers and retire.
Alas, the world has really changed.
As the handsome wizard was getting dressed, he frowned and thought that the Star Club was gone now, and with Mason's personality, the disbanding of Team K would also be on the agenda.
So the question is, after losing this pioneer job, where can I find a new job to fill my boring life?
How about continuing what you didn't finish before meeting Mason?
What were you busy with at that time?
Oops, I forgot. Never mind.
Zha Kang patted his head, turned around and blew a kiss to the elf pioneers in the room, then pushed the door and walked out. As for how to live in the future, he decided to ask Xiao Zha.
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"Are you sure you want to do this?"
In Gotham City, in a safe house of the Bat Family, the young master, who had just returned from the battlefield of hell and had only time to take a shower, was called out by his girlfriend. He looked at Barbara with a determined look on his face with a worried look.
He whispered:
"Why don't you ask Mason?"
“No, there’s no need to bother my brother with such trivial matters. He must be very busy right now, and he hasn’t had a good day today. I don’t want to bother him anymore.
I have the final say on this matter.”
Batgirl was very determined. In the corner behind her, there were several high-end medical devices from the world of 2077 in operation.
They are currently carrying out the production of cloned organs, using the biological signals previously collected by Barbara Gordon.
And where the bed was originally placed in the safe house, there is a very high-tech automatic operating table.
While taking off her hacker suit, Barbara sent out her hacker program to complete the remote cracking and take over the operating table, putting it into pre-surgery mode.
"Just stay here and watch over me."
Batgirl said to the young master standing beside her:
"I have to complete the removal and replacement of my prosthesis before tonight. This process is not dangerous, but according to Otto's reminder, after such a large-scale operation, I will enter a long period of weakness and may also have a rejection reaction.
So, you have to take care of me from now on.
What's that expression on your face?
You don't want to?"
"No, no, no, I absolutely do. I'm willing to do anything you ask me to do."
The eldest son, who was known as "the most affectionate man in Blüdhaven" , stepped forward and embraced his girlfriend, who was still stained with the smell of war, and whispered:
"I just don't understand why you are so determined to remove the prosthetics on your body. You have adapted to them and formed your own effective fighting style.
The technological power they represent is your power, and after removing these prosthetics you will return to your fragile flesh and blood."
"Because you don't like it."
Barbara said softly.
She reached out her hand and stroked the young master's cheek. As he looked at her in surprise, she looked at him with her eyes that were surrounded by blue halos and said:
"You have never liked these cold things. Although you hide it well, every time when we are alone, you try your best to avoid touching my arms, ankles and calves.
You don't like your fiancée to become a cyborg like Cyborg. You respect my choice and try to accept the current situation. I can feel that your love for me has not diminished because of this.
But I know you don't like the transformation I've made of myself.
Grayson, I was reluctant to give up these before because my brother Mason needed me. Team K's combat system requires me to take on the responsibilities of information center, battlefield command and data nemesis.
I am the most important link in this system.
I cannot break the battle system that my brother has painstakingly built just because of my personal reasons.
That is his business, and it is the business of all of us.
But now, the Conclave is gone, Mephisto is dead, our curse is lifted, and our cause has entered its final stage.
Mason and Team K no longer have to face dangerous enemies in their quest for victory. We no longer have to risk our lives in battle, and I no longer have to fight.
I also finally got to consider my fiancé's feelings... You are one of the most important people in my life, and I know what kind of wedding you want.
How can a pair of arms that can instantly eject deadly mantis knives and cut a living person into thin slices of beef within a second gently hold your hand and walk into the wedding hall, and how can they gently embrace the child that will be born in the future?
I will shed this body of steel and return to my proper state.
I will leave this dark shadow and return to life under the sun.
Most of all, I want to enjoy it with you.
Therefore, as Mason often said, these powers are useless, and I believe you will protect me even without fighting.
Just like Batgirl used to be able to run rampant in Gotham without a prosthetic body."
Batgirl stood on tiptoes and kissed the young master, who was already moved to tears, with her lips passionately embraced. The two of them enjoyed the quiet flow of emotions in this dim safe house.
"We should specimen what we took from you and keep it in our home."
A few minutes later, when Barbara was wearing a special surgical gown and lying on the activated automatic operating table, about to inhale the anesthetic gas, the young master who was guarding her suddenly joked:
“This way, when guests come over in the future, I can boast proudly about how my wife was a fierce and powerful warrior angel, and how I used my true love to make her willing to give up her power and return to the human world.
Come to think of it, aren't you going to be Selina's bridesmaid at Bruce's wedding? If you have the surgery now, you might not be able to make it in time...Ah, forget it, it's too late.
Then find someone else to take over."
