Chapter 173 56.V, there is a cyberpsycho causing trouble in Star Castle, would you like to stop by and take a look?
"I killed a liquidator garrison on my own initiative. If they don't trust me, then they should throw me out as attention-grabbing cannon fodder or find a way to get rid of me."
Mason looked back at the office with the door closed behind him. He thought in the elevator:
"Despite being warned, this thing was still gently picked up and put down, which means that in her eyes, the Cleaner's garrison may only be a 'trouble'.
So there are still some of our people in the ‘superior organization’?
This is a mysterious figure with enough power to influence the decision-making of the liquidators, or to cover up the news of a rebellion in a certain world. Well, this fact is really reassuring.
It seems that after accidentally joining a violent gang, I was lucky enough to join a very powerful second- and fifth-level organization. ”
Mason looked at the jumping elevator floors in front of him. While playing with the little slime monster jumping around in his palm, he whispered:
"However, Mr. Hunter's reaction also proves that she is probably not the real person in charge of the Quint Society. There is a higher-level leader above her.
So now I position myself as Ma Zai’s Ma Zai.
Ah, it always sounds like it's so cheap and could be thrown out as cannon fodder at any time. ”
He complained softly. When the elevator went down to the third floor, Mason took out the hourglass that Mr. Hunter had given him before. Only a small part of the quicksand above the hourglass was still passing by.
When the sand leaked light, he could see the things he had been curious about.
About "shock", about "disaster", about those truths that others are taboo about.
In what form will it appear?
This allowed Mason, who was in a good mood to escape punishment, couldn't help but think about it, but in the office he just left, Mr. Hunter was no longer in the mood to drink coffee.
She took off the mask on her face angrily and threw it aside. Her long silver hair fell down and was casually pushed behind her ears.
She opened the drawer, took out a very ancient communication device, pressed the button several times, and then threw the thing aside.
A few minutes later, a letter was delivered to Mr. Hunter's desk via the "messenger" of the Society of Stars.
It was more like some kind of magic that caused the envelope to fall from the air in front of Mr. Hunter's eyes and fall right into her open hand. However, he did not open the letter, but placed it on the table.
After a few seconds, the envelope levitated, and the paper twisted into a human mouth, speaking human words with a deep voice of a man.
This is the "rant letter."
Originating from the "useful little tricks" in the magic system of the world of Hogwarts, the Association of Stars and its parent organization still know how to make the best use of everything.
The letter said to the hunter:
"What's going on? Why did such a vicious attack suddenly happen? Or at this critical moment, are you sure it was just an accident and not your other two 'good colleagues' digging a hole for you?"
"Don't speculate on conspiracy theories about everything. This is just an accident."
Mr. Hunter shook his head and said:
"You have to send someone to the coordinate world to talk to Norman Osborn and find out his background. Judging from the description of the mission report submitted by my people, this person is quite capable.
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Although it is not uncommon for vassal worlds to send undercover agents into the Association of Stars in the opposite direction, but such a large-scale operation has been concealed for three years and has not been discovered. This is indeed worthy of attention.
He obviously didn't do this alone.
According to the intelligence brought by my people, when that coordinate world was invaded, not only did they send people to enter the Star Club in reverse, but some of them also went to your side.
Gotta find them!
If you can, contact them and see if you can work together. ”
The envelope in front of her was silent for a long time. After more than ten seconds, she quietly said:
"You know this is risky. We are not as free as you are here, hunter. I have a dozen pairs of eyes staring at me every time I go to the toilet.
They wish they could hide next to the toilet and hand me toilet paper when I need it.”
"Risk and trouble are your problem! Not mine."
Mr. Hunter said unceremoniously:
"It was you who pulled me into this damn little group, and it was you who gave me this heavy responsibility. I could have taken it easy."
"Go to hell?"
The voice yawned and said:
"You know that if I didn't save you, you would have died with your parents in that meaningless and worthless resistance. It's okay if you don't thank me, but you actually blamed me.
Hey, I'm not begging you to join this little group, little hunter girl.
Okay, okay.
I know you've been under a lot of pressure recently. I'll send someone to contact Norman Osborne, okay? You don't need to interfere in this matter. I will take care of the Cleaner Legion.
It is not surprising that any problems occur when the impact occurs. A mere garrison in a fringe world suffered an accident. It is just a line of numbers when the situation is summarized.
By the way, the Mason Cooper who told you all this and did it without telling you is the ‘new old K’? What do you think of this person? Is it trustworthy? ”
"It's okay."
After Mr. Hunter "learned" from Mason and left her troubles to her superiors, she felt much better. She picked up her coffee cup again and took a sip, saying:
"I have brains and skills. What's even more valuable is that I don't have a bad mind. I just have too many tricks. They are testing my bottom line both inside and outside my words. You know, I'm not very good at dealing with such a guy.
But you must enjoy it. How about I find an opportunity to send him over to you? ”
"Forget it, it's not possible now."
The voice said regretfully:
"Let's wait until this impact is over. Several 'salvation' test projects are being promoted at the same time here. If we are lucky, maybe we don't have to go to the final stage of fighting with them.
After all, in the final analysis, everyone came together for the same purpose to create such a big mess.
Okay, I won’t tell you anymore. I have a meeting to hold later, and a group of conquerors are about to join the army. I have to go and inspect them. The three spy teams hidden in the Club of Stars will be left to you to deal with. Is that okay? ”
"Yeah, no problem."
Mr. Hunter put down his coffee cup and looked at the mission report submitted by Mason. At the end of the conversation between the two, she suddenly said:
"Wait a minute, I suddenly discovered that there are some of your 'acquaintances' in these three teams, Black Widow Natasha, Phil Coulson, tsk tsk, do you want special treatment?"
"It's just a space-time heterotopia."
The voice said casually:
"Although they have the same name, the same past and even the same appearance, they are not the people I am familiar with after all. We have been in this business for so long, haven't you gotten used to this kind of thing?
When I first started doing it, I killed three of myself.
Your little brother Mason Cooper will probably face this kind of thing soon. Huh, I'm really curious about how he will deal with himself in another time and space?
Don't forget to tell me the results then. ”
After saying that, the envelope floating in front of Mr. Hunter's eyes turned into ashes and dissipated in the air as if it spontaneously ignited without fire.
The man's words undoubtedly reminded Mr. Hunter. She rubbed her chin and thought for a while before standing up and putting on her mask. She disappeared from the office with her coffee in a flash of silver light. When she reappeared, she had arrived at the Great Book of All Realms in the Star Castle. The deepest part of the museum.
There was a huge, weird steampunk-style machine in front of him.
Mr. Hunter was holding the coffee cup, picked up a punch card and put it into the card slot, pulled the lever down, and when white steam spurted out from the air hole, she said:
"Search all currently known parallel worlds to find the space-time ectopic body of the C-level member of the Stellar Society, 'Mason Cooper', and give me a table of the results."
The machine in front of me accepted the order and began to operate quickly.
Amidst the harsh sound of gears colliding and rotating, the machine operated and projected an extremely complex star map system. It was not just three-dimensional, but more like a special system formed by many phantoms entangled together.
The light spots danced on it, representing the world being traversed one by one.
Nearly three minutes later, another heated punch card was spit out. Mr. Hunter took it to a special machine nearby, put the punch card in, and converted the information it carried into text.
After a few seconds, a note was sent.
Mr. Hunter held it in his hand and glanced at it. The coffee he had just put in his mouth spat it out again with a pop.
"The number of Mason Cooper's space-time aliens is 0? He is the only one in the entire multiverse parallel world system! How is this possible?"
Mr. Hunter cried out in his heart.
She was so shocked that she couldn't speak for a moment, and looked back at the strange machine behind her that was said to have been dragged back from a place called "The Court of Life."
This thing is called the "Destiny Machine" among the higher-ups of the Star Society. It is said that it can predict the fate of all things in the world. Many important decisions can only be made with the advice and assistance of the Destiny Machine.
A few seconds later, Mr. Hunter rubbed his head and complained:
"Isn't this thing broken? But if it's not broken, I have to think carefully about what kind of thing I have recruited into my army
Mason's background seems to be much bigger than I thought. ”
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"A sneeze!"
Mason, who was talking to the technology girl of 2077 in Judy's workshop, suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his nose and didn't care. He took the photo on the communicator and said to Judy: < br>
"Look how this photo turned out? In fact, I wanted to bring his head back at first, but that would be too barbaric, and when the guy died, it turned into quicksand, leaving nothing behind."
Judy didn't answer.
She curled up on the sofa and looked at the photo in Mason's hand with a complicated expression.
Mr. Sandstorm's complicated and horrified expression before his death was captured in a very poignant video. I wonder if this bastard who once spread the zombie virus in Night City repented of the dirty things he had done in the past when he died?
"Thank you, Mason, and Barbara."
Judy's eyes lit up with blue light spots, which meant that she was sending the data of this photo to others. She breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"I really didn't expect that you could really do this, and in that case, you would remember to avenge us."
"It's not a big deal."
Mason took back the communicator and said:
"With your strength, it is easy to deal with these miscellaneous things. I just happened to meet you at the right time. Don't take it too seriously. I didn't want to use these things to blackmail you."
"Mason, everything we need is ready."
Barbara walked out of Judy's workshop warehouse, holding a very sophisticated silver-white biological containment tank in her hand, which was specially prepared for the symbiote in Selena's body.
"Okay, let's leave now."
Mason stood up, waved goodbye to Judy, and left with Barbara.
But just as they walked to the door, Judy suddenly received some news. The handsome girl with tattoos on her arms and neck stood up and said:
"Wait a minute, Mason, my captain wants to meet with you."
"Huh?"
Mason turned around in surprise and said:
"So fast? Didn't you just tell us that they are still doing patrol missions in a dangerous prehistoric world and dealing with a group of dangerous guys at the same time?"
"They are indeed there, but the captain said that you have helped so much, and it makes no sense not to thank you."
Judy brushed her unique long hair and explained:
"Of course it's not like you thought, coming here to meet in person, just using the Star Castle's communication system to project a data projection here.
Just a moment, I'll prepare the equipment.
In fact, if you can accept a little bit of prosthetic transformation, you can meet and talk in the improved version of Mewtwo, and I can create an environment that is comfortable enough for both of you. ”
"Earn some metal parts on your body?"
Mason pursed his lips and said:
"Forget it, I'm not interested in these self-harming things."
Judy quickly pushed out a special black drone-like device from her bedroom. After activation, a blue light was projected.
The figure of a tall and strong man was quickly woven on the ground in front of Mason, and even the background of the wild forest in the area where this guy was located was also woven out.
This man was about two meters tall, with a crisp pot head and a complexion of South American mixed race. He was leaning against a tree and holding a burning cigar.
At his feet lay a heavy-duty kinetic shotgun large enough for a child's fist to penetrate.
Behind him, a young man in a black cloak was practicing his sword skills with a long black knife. In the camp farther away, a girl was sitting there taking care of the sniper rifle in her hand.
"Mason Cooper?"
The man said:
"My name is Morgan, Morgan Blackhand, the captain of the afterlife team. Behind me are V and Panan. Rogge is leading people to guard further away. Please understand that we are on a mission and cannot thank you in person."
"Sandstorm is just a small person, there is no need to be like this."
Mason's eyes did not stay on Morgan Blackhand for too long, but kept staring at V who was practicing sword skills behind him. After a few seconds, he finally couldn't help but ask:
"The famous V is actually a man? Didn't you agree to be a woman?"
"Huh?"
Mason's sudden question made Morgan Blackhand, a tough guy, stunned for a moment. He didn't know how to answer and just thought it was a joke, so he shrugged and ignored it.
Just said in a deep voice:
"Maybe it seems like a simple task to you, but the destruction of the Six-Headed Snake Squad is of great significance to those of us who are lost. I believe that the reservists in the next life will be happy about it.
You're our friend, Mason.
There should be some spare weapons and equipment in Judy's warehouse. If necessary, you can take them yourself. Don't be polite to us. Come and have a drink at our bar if you have the chance in the future.
I remember there seems to be a Demon Lizard in Panan’s garage, if you don’t mind, then.”
"Morgan! They're here again!"
A distant shout belonging to an old aunt interrupted the conversation between Morgan and Mason. The tall man picked up the shotgun at hand and turned around and fired. Green fluorescent blood burst out behind him.
The communication was terminated.
The moment the light and shadow dissipated, Mason keenly captured a ferocious figure emerging from hiding.
"So, their mission this time is to expel the Predator?"
Mason looked back at Judy.
The technical officer of the afterlife team shrugged and said with a grin:
"Ha, you guessed it. They are not ordinary Iron-blooded warriors. They are a group of Iron-blooded elders and their Queen's Guards who are hunting everywhere in that vassal world. They are like crazy.
Seven low-level teams have already failed there, otherwise it wouldn't be our turn to step forward. ”
"This is really dangerous."
Mason rubbed his forehead, looked at Judy in front of him, and said:
"But you heard it just now. Your captain said that he would send a demon lizard to us. I can't pretend that I didn't hear it. Where is that thing? Let me go and open my eyes."
"You can't use it if you don't install the brain plug-in."
Judy complained:
"That thing is a fully sensory-controlled war vehicle. Don't tell me you want to transform it into a backward hand-controlled one? I won't agree!" (End of Chapter)