Chapter 6 6. My rebirth is not that simple. The quality of the newcomers this time is really poor
"Master, the positioning signal you left on Mason Cooper has disappeared."
Batman, who was beating up the killer of the man in black, received the news from Ah Fu, which did not affect his punching movements. The old butler said in a regretful tone:
"It is very likely that he was captured by Lei Xiaogu's assassins, or even worse, Master Jason's tragedy is about to happen again. You may be right, these talented children really have to stay away from you to be safe."
"No!"
With an expressionless face, the master knocked down a killer who was trying to sneak attack with one punch. He said in a deep voice:
"One time is enough for Jason! Keep tracking, Afu.
When I first came into contact with Mason at the police station, I left him not only a positioning signal, but also a special pheromone that could last for seven days.
A swarm of drones is dispatched to search for him throughout Gotham.
He must be found. ”
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The old butler Alfred was silent for a moment, and he said:
"Your behavior of leaving countermeasures when meeting other people for the first time is really bad. Isn't Ms. Diana's incident enough for you to learn a lesson?
That mistake cost you at least half a billion dollars. ”
"Just enough to replace the Bat Fighter with a brand new power system."
Batman looked at the direction where Mason last disappeared, and then at the burning wreckage of the fighter plane a few blocks away. He whispered:
"Afu, your driving skills should really be improved. You cost me a lot of money tonight."
"It's okay, Master, Wayne Industries' stock price has been rising recently. Special tracking drones have been released. In addition, Master, the assassins have begun to retreat.
If you want to install a tracker on them too, please hurry up. ”
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When Mason woke up again, he found that he was lying on an unfamiliar bed. When he opened his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling, and then a familiar translucent light curtain unfolded in front of his eyes, showing his current state:
Name: Mason Cooper
Status: Injured (healing), broken leg (healing), sedative effect (countdown 17 minutes)
Identity: Gotham High School dropout, Penguin betrayer
Skills: Shooting Lv1, Alchemy Lv0, Engineering Lv0, Blacksmithing Lv0, Tailoring Lv0
"Your physique is really bad. Apart from a little talent in shooting, you are almost an ordinary person. I'm starting to regret bringing you back."
A voice sounded from the side of the bed, causing Mason to turn his head with difficulty. It was a middle-aged and elderly man wearing a weird windbreaker lined with an old-style suit.
His face was almost featureless, but the star map mask he kept at hand made Mason recognize his identity.
"Then you should probably leave me there."
Mason said in a weak mute voice:
"Before I passed out, I heard you talking about 'Glory' and the 'Gathering of the Stars'. Who are you? Are you a member of some mysterious organization in Gotham City?
Like the Court of Owls? ”
"Well, you still know about the Court of Owls? It seems I have to re-evaluate your knowledge."
The guy sat on the chair next to the bed, picked up a clipboard and wrote on it in a serious manner, and said without raising his head as if he had everything under control:
"But my organization is much more powerful than the Court of Owls. The two are not on the same level at all. I will tell you the extra stuff after you complete the onboarding test. I can only tell you what you should know.
For example"
The man knocked on the clipboard in his hand, looked up at Mason, and said:
"I know you are confused about the current situation. You can think of this as a kind of 'selection'.
The team I was responsible for suffered heavy losses during the last exploration operation, and had to recruit several new people to fill its strength. As you can see, I treated you in my own way and brought you back to the world from the desperate situation of weakness and death.
So, you owe me a favor.
That way it won't be too out of the blue for me to ask you to join my group. I've been watching you since the moment you rescued Catwoman. ”
Having said this, the guy smiled as if he had remembered something interesting and said:
"Actually, my team is already full. Gotham is a city that has no shortage of people with various abilities. We originally planned to start taking action immediately.
But at this juncture, you used a series of dazzling performances to successfully make me notice you, so I temporarily decided to give you a chance. ”
"Then I really want to thank you."
Mason replied expressionlessly.
He would already feel that something was not right.
Although the guy in front of me behaved politely, the unquestionable flavor in his words made people very uncomfortable.
It seems that even pulling Mason into a dangerous-sounding exploration operation is a condescending attitude. From this point of view, this guy must be an arrogant and hypocritical person.
"Can I refuse this operation?"
Mason asked directly:
"I'm very grateful to you for saving me. Maybe I can repay you in other ways. Although I don't have much money now, I have a very rich friend."
The guy smiled and said nothing, but looked at Mason with a sarcastic look, as if he were looking at a person talking nonsense. The young man curled his lips and asked again:
"What is the action? Where to explore? How long will it take?"
"You will know then."
The guy took the initiative to end the conversation, stood up, straightened his collar, showed a false smile and said to Mason:
"There are still a day and a half before the operation starts. There are enough firearms and accessories you need in the basement of this house. Try to be fully prepared. Your duties are fire support and sniper.
You can call me Lao K, of course it’s a pseudonym.
You can also try to escape, I will never stop you.
But the secret societies of your world are really cool, and I just happened to get some really interesting stuff from a woman named Amanda Waller. ”
He stretched out his finger, tapped the place where the back of his neck connected with his spine maliciously, and then turned around and left. Mason's expression changed slightly, and he endured the weakness and put his hand on the back of his neck.
There was a freshly healed wound there.
The moment his fingers touched, a line of prompts jumped into Mason's eyes:
"An engineering explosive has been detected. According to the analysis, the item is a 'suicide squad-specific implanted microbomb'. It has two triggering methods, active and passive. After detonation, it will form a lethal explosion in the spine.
The object is so delicate that any unnecessary touch will cause it to explode instantly.
It is recommended that you try to dismantle it if your engineering reaches level 2, first aid reaches level 3, or you have quick-healing drugs.
The drawing is being analyzed. ”
"Fake!"
Mason clenched his fists, that bastard!
Sure enough, with so many lines, he is not a good person at first glance, right?
But the young man did not despair. He had no time to despair and was not a person who would admit defeat to reality. Otherwise, he would not have to take risks to save Catwoman after being reborn.
The character card has given a solution, so the next thing to do is very simple. Seize every moment to upgrade your engineering skills to Lv2 as soon as possible.
First Aid hadn't branched out yet, but Mason knew what to do.
He endured the numbness all over and tried to sit up, opened the bedside table and found a fruit knife and a home first aid kit.
After taking a few deep breaths, the young man grabbed the knife and rubbed it on his finger. The moment the blood flowed out, he picked up alcohol pads and gauze and began to clumsily stop the bleeding and bandage the wound.
A minute later, Mason saw the prompt that the first aid branch was open as he wished.
But that indifferent Lv0 gave him a huge headache.
Damn old K said that he would start exploring in a day and a half. It was still possible to rush into engineering in a day and a half, but he couldn't just give himself a knife and bandage like this all the time.
Let’s not talk about whether we are risking our lives or not. This efficiency is too low.
With this in mind, Mason took off the bandage on his finger and tied it again. This time with some experience, the effect was obviously better than last time.
"Successfully completed a standard fast bandage, and the proficiency in first aid skills was improved."
Mason looked at the prompt in front of him. He sighed again and took off the bandage to start wrapping it for the third time. But this time he saw other things in the first aid kit. He thought of the process of the field bandaging tutorial he had learned and tried it. Came here once.
"Successfully completed an excellent craft and quick bandage, and the proficiency in first aid skills was increased by X5."
"Huh?"
The young man's eyes lit up.
Does this thing require skills to gain experience?
You can't just rely on the number of times to fight hard.
He rubbed his chin again and recalled his experience when practicing shooting and assembling firearms, and quickly came to a conclusion.
"What this system requires is not simply the number of times and time. It requires me to strive for excellence as much as possible every time I make it, so that I can quickly improve my skill proficiency in a short time.
If you think about it, it was the same with shooting before.
There are tips when aiming accurately, but there are no tips when shooting casually.
I think I probably understand. ”
Ten minutes later, Mason looked at his fingers that had marks due to repeated bandaging. He decided to stop and go to the basement to see if he could get enough weapon accessories.
Then he realized that he seemed to have underestimated Old K.
In the basement in front of him were three large collection cabinets filled with various firearms and modified accessories.
From pistols to rifles to heavy machine guns, from classic bolt-action rifles to futuristic modular rifles.
There is also a box in the corner of the basement, which neatly contains various explosives, micro-drone and unopened anti-tank rocket ammunition boxes.
Although the things here are not out of the field of "individual weapons", the large number cannot be called a collection and should be called an "arsenal".
This terrifying amount stunned Mason for a moment.
So many explosives are enough to blow up the entire East End of Gotham overnight. Sure enough, anything can happen in this magical city.
"A large number of engineering components were detected, and the basic weapon blueprints were updated."
As Mason looked around the entire basement, new weapon blueprints flashed one after another on his character card, much like a database update.
As before, these drawings are the product of component enhancement based on the weapons in front of you. Although they have different shapes, they all have a unified name, "Engineer Engineering Gun Series".
Obviously, the cold character card obviously has its own set of inductive logic for the products.
When Mason saw the astonishing number of weapons in front of him, he quickly showed an expectant smile.
"This is such a collectible. I disassembled and reassembled them all, and then disassembled and reassembled them again. I have enough materials to push my engineering skills to Lv2 before setting off to die.
I'll be very busy for the next day and a half. ”
Mason strode forward, roughly picked up the stool at hand and smashed it against Old K's weapon storage cabinet.
Amidst the sound of shattering glass, he took down an assault rifle with a simple, tough shape and full of minimalist industrial beauty placed inside, and turned around to walk to the workbench.
A few minutes later, Mason, who was holding the disassembly tool, looked at the various gun accessories piled on the table and took off the barrel and trigger.
"Successfully completed a standard craft·engineering item disassembly, engineering skill proficiency is improved."
The young man reached out and touched the dismantled components in front of him, and information labels popped up on each part.
Most of them were rated as "standard items", but the disassembled gun barrel was rated as "excellent items", which made Mason's eyes light up.
He took out this excellent quality barrel and put it aside. He selected an ordinary barrel from the accessories box and reassembled the parts in front of him.
"Successfully complete a standard craft·engineering item assembly, and the proficiency of engineering skills will be improved."
"That's it!"
Mason breathed a sigh of relief and started disassembling and reassembling it for the second time. After repeating it several times, he became more and more skilled at this task and the disassembly speed became faster and faster.
Finally, after about the tenth assembly, a prompt that Mason had been waiting for finally appeared:
"Successfully completed an excellent craftsmanship and fast and accurate assembly, and the engineering skill proficiency was increased by X5."
"Come on!"
The young man grinned and continued to repeat the process until the muscles in his arms felt a little sore. He stopped.
He sat on the chair next to him and gasped, then closed his eyes and began to disassemble the gun. It was very slow at first, but the muscle memory formed by multiple disassemblies allowed him to complete the process completely.
However, it is easy to disassemble but difficult to assemble.
Mason could only fumble through the task, and it took him several minutes this time to put the last component on, but he didn't open his eyes the whole time.
It was worth his while to try.
"Successfully completed an outstanding craftsmanship and rapid assembly, and the engineering skill proficiency increased by X10."
"This is it! I knew it!"
Mason opened his eyes excitedly, held the rifle he had assembled with his eyes closed in front of him and kissed it hard. It took him almost an hour to finally figure out the secret to improving his branching skills.
“The next step is to replicate the process.”
The young man closed his eyes again with satisfaction, disassembled and reassembled the gun again, but this time the prompt disappointed him:
"This drawing has been fully mastered and engineering skill proficiency cannot be improved."
"Well, it seems that the BUG is not working to gain experience."
Mason sighed, put the gun in his hand back into the storage cabinet behind him, picked up another pistol and returned to the workbench, disassembling it quickly.
First, I inspected the parts. If I found no high-quality accessories, I started disassembly and assembly exercises directly.
The process was tedious, but the young man knew he had to hurry up.
On the one hand, Lao K generously provided so many components, and I would be sorry if I didn’t take this opportunity to gain some engineering experience.
On the other hand, you really need to be well prepared for that exploratory operation that sounds very dangerous.
That hypocritical and arrogant old K himself didn't hide the danger.
He generously told Mason that his previous team had been wiped out, and that he had found a "new man". In fact, wasn't the person who was going to be manipulated by this kind of micro bomb just a disposable cannon fodder?
When the opponent is holding the bomb switch and he has no way to dismantle the mini bomb, it is better for him to be more pragmatic.
As for waiting for Batman to come to the rescue, it did not appear in Mason's thinking options from the beginning.
It's not that he doesn't believe in the master's integrity and mobility, it's mainly that the mysterious old K was able to take him away from the black-clad killers even when Batman entered the battlefield. This shows that this guy may not be Batman's opponent. But it would probably be easy to kill yourself before the master intervenes.
"This time I really have to fight for my own life."
While disassembling the pistol, Mason gently rubbed his forehead. The back of his neck was still slightly numb. Then he squinted his eyes, and a fierce light burst out in his eyes.
"Less than three days after rebirth, exciting things happened one after another. It is said that a confused life must have a goal in order to live a better life"
The young man moved his neck and disassembled the weapon in his hand in a vicious manner.
He whispered:
"Old K, right? The Stars Club, right? Kidnap me and use it as cannon fodder for you, right? Pretend to be a boss, right? As the philosopher said, a small target first can bring peace of mind!
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The rest is to enjoy your new life
Let’s talk about it after I kill you! "(End of Chapter)