Volume 9: Fate of Destiny Chapter 57: You bastard apprentice who almost killed your mentor, I unilaterally declare that you are expelled!
It was already night when Mason returned to Gotham City.
He did not go to the Batcave or the Afterlife Bar, but just appeared alone at the entrance of Crime Alley.
This previously bombed-out area has been reshaped by the fusion of worlds. It is still as dark and ominous as before, littered with garbage and emitting a foul smell.
The dim street lights flickered on and off, giving the evil in the darkness the best cover.
However, Crime Alley was very quiet tonight, as if it knew that a big shot would pass through here, so it drove away those little bastards who wanted to do bad things here in advance.
This is a good thing.
The pistol that Mason had been holding while walking down the alley did not need to be drawn.
how?
As a savior, can you ignore the dangers of Gotham and walk around in this dangerous place? A robber might come out and shoot you.
This is Gotham, where anything is possible.
However, no blind guy jumped out to show off his presence, and Mason passed through Crime Alley very smoothly. He walked out from the other side and saw the Leslie Clinic, which was still brightly lit at night.
Maybe Dr. Leslie is working overtime there again, but her safety is definitely guaranteed because there is a shadowy sheriff who always protects her quietly.
Mason didn't know why he came here. Perhaps it was because the goal he had been pursuing for a long time was finally achieved, which made him feel the "sense of emptiness" described in various literary works.
After the Star Club announced its disbandment, he suddenly found himself with nothing to do.
There is no need to make complicated plans, check for omissions all the time, or make endless preparations for possible failures.
This made Mason, who was accustomed to this pace of life, a little overwhelmed for a moment.
He could only wander around following the first idea that came to his mind, just like those old cadres who were unable to adapt to a leisurely life for some time after retirement.
"How did my shop become like this?"
Mason crossed the dim street and stood outside his former shop. He was shocked to find that his shop had been reopened as a small pharmacy.
Of course, what they sell are definitely not those weird alchemical products, but very regular daily medicines, which form a perfect match with the Leslie Clinic across the street.
But it’s just a sign.
The captain stared at the sign of the small pharmacy in front of him with a strange look. The name "Cooper Emergency Medicine" was clearly written on it, but Mason did not remember authorizing anyone else to use his name.
Of course, it is also possible that the new owner of this guy is also named Cooper, which is not a rare name.
The captain shook his head, gathered up his windbreaker, adjusted his hat, and prepared to leave.
We should go to the Next Life Bar. Based on my understanding of my companions and teammates, they might have already started the celebration party there.
It makes sense for me to participate, as a reward for my actions so far, and allows me to truly relax.
But when Mason turned to leave, the door of the pharmacy behind him was suddenly pushed open, and the proprietress, who was sorting medicines with gloves on, rushed out, looking at Mason's back with a look of surprise and astonishment.
After a few seconds, the proprietress called out in a trembling voice:
"Mason? Is that you?"
"Um?"
The captain turned around in surprise and looked at the proprietress behind him, then he smiled brightly.
"It's you, little Wendy. I was wondering who would come up with such a weird name. So it's you who rented my old shop? Don't you plan to continue being a nurse?"
"I thought you wouldn't come back."
Seeing old friends for the first time made both of them very happy after not seeing each other for a long time. Wendy rushed to Mason and gave him a big hug. This enthusiasm made the captain shrug his shoulders.
But before he could open his mouth, Wendy let go of him and waved her hand to explain:
"I'm just too excited to see you again. I don't mean anything else. Don't get me wrong. I... I already have a boyfriend."
"Ah, what a pity."
Mason put his hands over his face to make a sad gesture, and joked:
"I'm going back to Gotham this time with the intention of renewing my old relationship. After all, leaving without saying goodbye last time was really rude. I... eh? Wait..."
The captain's keen perception allowed him to discover some "uniqueness" in the little nurse Wendy. He frowned, reached out his hand, held Wendy's fingers, and after taking off his gloves, he saw the scars on the back of her hand.
That was definitely not an accidental wound caused while sorting goods, and Mason was very familiar with this kind of scar.
He looked at Wendy, who was ducking her head and dodging, and said:
"It seems that you have also joined the road of street vigilantes and there is no turning back. I really shouldn't have left you the Midnight Doctor's First Aid Manual."
“No, it’s not as scary as you think. I just hang around here occasionally, just like the cute girl who saved me before, doing what I can for the neighbors.
That’s how I met my boyfriend. Before I entered this circle, who would have thought that there were many more night walkers in this city than I imagined?”
Wendy sighed after her secret was exposed. She said:
"I learned some things about you from Dr. Leslie. Although she didn't say much, I can guess that you actually have a hidden identity, and you must be a very important person.
I just think I should learn from you and make some contribution to this city to the best of my ability...
As for this store, Dr. Leslie and Sheriff Gordon gave me some financial support. They hope to establish more justice organizations that can distribute medical supplies to people nearby. I think this is a meaningful cause.
Wow, what a beautiful ring."
Little Wendy saw the ring on Mason's finger.
She blinked her eyes, feeling a little sad, after all, this sunny boy in front of her was the first person she had ever been attracted to. But that was all in the past, their lives were like intersecting lines, drifting apart after meeting once.
She asked with a smile:
"Are you married?"
"Not yet, we just confirmed the relationship."
The captain did not hide anything. He stroked the ring on his finger and said with a smile:
"She just died, but it doesn't matter, I still have enough time to wait for her to come back to me."
"???"
Mason's words immediately made the young nurse feel helpless.
Although she did join the business of street heroes, she was only a beginner after all. She really couldn't understand the colorful personal lives of the big guys and their weird attitude towards death.
Because she really didn't know what to say, Wendy could only utter the awkward "My condolences", which made Mason laugh.
The two chatted for a while, and Mason gave Wendy some drug formulas that ordinary people could also prepare to help her personal career get better.
A few minutes later, a young man on a motorcycle appeared on the side of the road. Wendy urged:
“Okay, okay, I’m relieved to know you’re back, but you should leave now, Mason. My boyfriend is going to be jealous again when he sees me being so close to someone as handsome as .
I don’t want to have another argument with him.”
"Call me if he dares to treat you badly."
Mason wrote his phone number on a piece of paper and put it in Wendy's hand, winking and saying:
"I'll call you and get thousands of people to beat him up, so that my assistant nurse can vent her anger. Well, I won't bother you any more. I'll come visit you again sometime in the future, and bring my two fiancées with me."
"A fiancée? Or two?"
Wendy's system is down again.
She watched Mason disappear into the darkness of Crime Alley, her big eyes filled with great confusion.
He just said his girlfriend just died, right?
Why are there two fiancées?
So, Mason, who in her eyes was an innocent young man, could actually be so extravagant?
"Tsk, man!"
The young nurse waved her fist towards the sky fiercely, but when she turned around to greet her boyfriend, there was a hint of relief in her sweet smile.
Now that the person I have been thinking about in the past is doing well, it is time for me to start anew.
"Bang"
Mason's collar was grabbed by two arms and slammed against the wall of Crime Alley. Harley and Quinn stared at him fiercely. Harley was holding a table knife and Quinn was holding a folded body bag.
"Tell the truth! Who is that beautiful girl? Why did she hug you? Why did you give her your phone number?"
Harley asked fiercely:
"Sweetheart, you are not being nice!"
"Maybe Mr. K thinks that if Ciri's case happened once, there would be a second time. Or maybe he thinks we give him too much freedom, enough to allow a fourth girl to break into his life."
Quinn said gloomily:
"Maybe the two of us should give him a little surprise, dig out that pretty girl's heart and make it for breakfast or something, and then throw a few proton bombs into the drugstore named after the little sweetheart.
I think this is enough to teach the philandering Mr. K a small lesson. "
"Hey, you two, that's enough. Wendy is just a friend of mine from the past. You two even saved her once before."
Mason sighed, then picked up the two crazy beauties by the waist with one hand each, as they screamed, and walked towards the black coupe parked at the entrance of the alley as if he was holding two cute dolls.
Mobius is addicted to transformation. He was a white supercar before.
"Snap"
Harley and Quinn were thrown into the car, and Mason got in as well. He snapped his fingers and said to the lit dashboard:
"Let's go to the Afterlife Bar. Has the celebration party started yet?"
"They were already drinking. When Harley and Quinn were about to run out to find you, Ms. Cassandra dragged her injured body and knocked down several people.
No one cares about your feelings, poor first-passenger."
Mobius started the sports car and slid smoothly into the busy street. He sarcastically said to Mason:
"Perhaps it would be better for this machine to take you directly to the nearest hotel instead of attending the celebration party. Harry has already started to take off your clothes, hasn't he?"
"Snap"
Slapping Harry's buttocks with his five fingers, Mason scolded:
"Be good. I have something important to do tonight. Let's talk after I finish it."
“Ah!”
Harley, with her eyes like water and her face full of romance, responded obediently, and then snuggled in the arms of her little sweetheart and asked for a kiss. Quinn next to her followed suit.
But just as the three were enjoying this rare peace and quiet, the piercing roar of a motorcycle sounded from behind the Mobius sports car that was driving automatically.
As the dazzling lights flashed, several heavy motorcycles surrounded Mason's car from all sides, trapping it. Another guy reached out and knocked on the glass, gesturing to Mason to pull over.
"The lethal weapon module has been activated! The particle cyclotron cannon has been activated, and the proton torpedo is ready to be launched at any time!"
Mobius's cold reminder sounded from the cockpit. On the battle projection floating in front of Mason's eyes, these bastard Ghostfire riders had been accurately locked in. Just a look or an order was enough to kill them on the spot.
"parking."
Mason recognized the man.
Although the latter all wore black helmets, they always had a coquettish attitude ingrained in their bones, especially the Harley motorcycle under the crotch of the leading biker.
Mason knew who it was just by looking at the appearance.
So a few seconds later, the black coupe quietly slid into an empty ramp and stopped on a road without street lights.
The car door opened, and Mason walked out. While wiping the lipstick marks on his cheek with a handkerchief, he said to the fourteen tall, short, fat, thin, male and female motorcyclists who had stopped in front of him:
"I thought you were all eaten by Uncle Tun, and I was planning to send someone to rescue you, but I didn't expect you to actually run away."
"So you bastard just want us dead, right?"
The leader of the bikers reached out and took off the full-face black helmet, revealing a middle-aged man with a handsome and weathered face, a head of messy golden hair draped behind his head, and an untidy beard, looking like an uncle.
He stared at Mason fiercely.
He walked forward and punched Mason's chest with his hand in displeasure, then stretched out his hand in front of Mason's eyes, stared at him with the melancholy eyes of a lover, and said:
"Let's get reacquainted, Johnny Blaze."
Mason looked the man up and down.
It's really hard to connect this guy with the crazy Johnny Skull with his head on fire, but motorcycles don't lie.
So he reached out his hand and shook Johnny's.
The thirteen bikers behind Johnny also took off their helmets, revealing faces of different skin colors but all very weathered, especially the female rider, Ms. Alejandra Jones.
The human form of this female rider is really hot and charming.
She is as chic and mature as a cowgirl in the west, especially when she wears a tight leather riding jacket, which outlines the perfect and seductive leg contours and wears long boots...
Tsk tsk.
Perhaps she noticed Mason's gaze. The female rider who was leaning against her motorcycle and lighting a cigarette raised her head, shook her short hair casually, and blew a heart-shaped smoke ring at Mason.
Wow, what a cool and flirtatious big sister.
But when he sensed that Harley was getting off the car with a baseball bat, Mason immediately retracted his gaze and looked at Johnny in front of him, and said seriously:
"So, the first thing you did after you were free was to come and hold me hostage?"
"Just saying hello to you, don't think too much about it."
Johnny Blaze shook his head. In human form, he looked rational and steady. He hugged his helmet and said:
“ We won’t go to that banquet. Even though we have been invited, the Spirit of Vengeance is still a problem.
Although the absence of Mephisto means that we and they are free, the fate of Ghost Rider has only entered a new stage and has not been completely eliminated.
We must find a new way to get along with our other self. Before that, we should not interfere in this world at will.
And I have another important thing to tell you tonight."
The biker stepped back and waved his hand, a burning contract appearing in his hand. He waved it at Mason, then tucked his helmet under his arm and exerted force with both hands.
With a ripping sound, the evil spirit contract was torn apart.
"Your actions in Hell destroyed the foundation of that place and almost buried us all inside. This was a very serious mistake. According to the rules of the Ghost Knights, you are expelled! Apprentice."
Brother Johnny snorted, waved the scattered ashes in his hand, and said:
"I will not take back the demonization I have given you, but there will be no place for you in the future Ghost Rider family tree."
“This is a good feeling.”
The captain laughed and said:
"I was just worrying about how to handle this matter. I had planned to find someone to talk to you if you were unreasonable, but I didn't expect everything to go so smoothly.
Harry, go talk to Ms. Jones about your contract."
"But I don't want to give up!"
Harley, who was leaning on a baseball bat and chewing gum, said aggrievedly:
"I think it's cool to become a burning, seductive skeleton. I'm not against that future... Okay, stop looking at me like that. Can't I just be a good boy?"
She pursed her lips and looked unhappy as she picked up her baseball bat and walked towards the coquettish female knight in front of her. Johnny finished his business, shared a cigarette, and then whispered to Mason while puffing on a cloud of smoke:
"Mephisto is dead..."
"Yes, he was in Uncle Tun's hands. I saw it with my own eyes. He was crushed to ashes."
"No! What you saw was a fake death. Mephisto really died forty-five minutes ago, at the hands of Old A. Old A also died.
He committed suicide.”
"Um?!"
