Chapter 229 27 The name of the superior organization is indeed high-end and classy.


Chapter 229 27. The name of the parent organization is indeed high-end and classy

At one o'clock in the morning that night, the "big three" of Team K, who had completed a brief overhaul, crossed the gate of the world and returned to Port Miller.

Mason threw out the Batmobile and prepared to set off. This car was originally used for fire support, but as the level of firepower projection of the K Team continued to increase, the importance of the flightless Batmobile has dropped a lot.

But in order to ensure the best use of the equipment, Mason, with the help of Doctor Octopus, used the equipment in the Osborn Tower to complete a second modification of it.

The space where eight spare tires and some electronic jamming equipment were stored was removed and modified into a passenger seat.

As a result, the sports car Batmobile, which could only seat two people, lost its style and became an ordinary car that can seat four people. If it is squeezed, six people can also do it.

The poor man's cool car, designed with the wisdom of Wayne Group's technology research and development department, has been reduced to a troop carrier here in the K team. If you get a driver's license, you can even play the role of Didi Hitchhiker in Gotham.

If the Batmobile had a mind, it would probably be out of control by now.

But the atmosphere in the car was not lively at this time.

Although Selena was sitting in the main driver's seat, she was not driving. The elder sister with a sad look tilted her head and looked out the window while holding a women's cigarette. The steering wheel full of buttons moved on its own and planned its own route for the car. The car crew headed toward Wayne Manor.

Draman, a veteran smart AI driver, is now the driver.

It wanted to say a few witticisms to liven up the atmosphere, but after observing the expressions of the passengers through the in-car camera, it remained silent sensibly.

"This car is nice."

The only one among the four who was in the mood to speak was the guy who was about to be given away as a "gift".

Arnim Zola, who had changed his "clothes", moved his mechanical legs and sat on the lower seat in the back row. He twisted the camera head to observe the various instruments inside the Batmobile, which was the quadrilateral shape of his belly. A screen on the "Sandbox Prison" is projecting his face made of green data streams.

Mason fulfilled the agreement and gave him such a robot body so that he could move freely, but the incarceration agreement imposed by Ultra himself ensured that Zora's data consciousness would not be able to step beyond the limits for the next six months.

The weirdest part about this is that Zola was imprisoned by Ms. Ott of her own free will.

He felt that this was an opportunity to express his sincerity to the perfect data life that was one life form above him.

Well, it seems that the "licking dogs" in data life are not much different from the "licking dogs" born in flesh and blood creatures.

This guy doesn't know what he talked about with Otto in the database of Osborne Tower. He seems to be in a good mood, and he doesn't feel depressed at all about being imprisoned for a long time or even being "tortured".

I was even in the mood to comment on the Batmobile.

"The overall design is tough and majestic. It integrates resources to the best of its ability without using any technology that is ahead of its time. There is no blind stacking of armor and weapons. The designer obviously puts maneuverability, flexibility and stealth performance first.


Coupled with this special appearance, it is indeed a fine product.

If Red Skull sees this thing, he will definitely find a way to get one for his collection. He also has his own little hobby, and his garage is filled with art works from all eras. ”

Dr. Zola twisted the camera on his body and looked at the expressionless Mason beside him. He said:

"But this self-driving AI is a bit interesting. It has been observing me and monitoring me. Is this your trophy? Or is it an internal 'welfare' from your small organization?"

"Be quiet."

Mason rubbed his forehead and said:

"Considering your current situation, being so cheerful always makes me feel that your mental state is very worrying. Did Ms. Ott put a 'love spell' on you?"

"I just wanted to remind you, Mason."

Dr. Zola pretended to yawn on the screen and said in his sharp and dark tone:

"This level of AI can already hide its own thoughts. It is really convenient for you to carry it with you, but it will collect your information and data and report it to its real owner.

Therefore, if my guess is correct, your superiors should have known about your sparing my life, so be prepared to face questioning.

Mason, technology is a blessing.

But only in the hands of those who can truly control them can they be used to their best effect. ”

His reminder caused the expressions of the three people in the car to change slightly. Catwoman, who was sitting in the main driver's seat, glanced at the turning steering wheel in front of her and asked:

"Delaman, is he telling the truth?"

"唰"

The head of a bald man in a white suit appeared on the Batmobile's on-board screen. It spoke in a smooth tone unique to AI:

"The environmental information collection module has indeed been turned on, but because the cross-world information communication channel has been blocked before, the information about the war situation in the Caribbean world has not yet been sent to the main server.

Passenger 1's authorization is required to perform this operation.

Before sending, does Passenger No. 1 need to delete the information? ”

"Can't you pretend you didn't see it?"

Zha Kang in the co-pilot asked with a sullen face. The image of Delamain on the screen maintained a professional smile and said:

"Passenger No. 1 can issue an instruction to turn off the environmental information collection module. What I want to clarify to you is that this is not deception, but that the edge function is turned on by default by factory design.

And your captors are trying to sow friendship between you passengers and the Delamain Transport Service. ”

"No need to explain, Delamain, no need to delete it, just send it directly."

Mason in the back seat closed his eyes and said:

"We did not kill Colypso with a hunter's sword. This fact itself cannot be concealed. It is better to say it straightforwardly than to cover it up in a time-consuming and laborious manner.

I'd really like to see their reaction to this. ”

"Instruction received, information is being sent."

The image of Delamain on the screen nodded, then disappeared and the car became quiet again.

"Are you testing them?"

Dr. Zola raised his eyebrows with interest and said to Mason:

"You are so skilled at doing this kind of thing that challenges the bottom line. You do it often, right? I guess you are definitely not a model employee."

Mason didn't answer.

But this guy Zola seemed to have opened up his chat box. He kept talking:

"Since we are about to part ways, I think I should give you some reminders, Team K. Let this be your reward for sparing my life.

These alerts are free, do you want to listen? ”

"Is there anyone here stopping you from talking? Monster robot!"

Catwoman, who was sitting in the driver's seat, said impatiently:

"If you want to say something, just say it. If you don't want to say something, just shut up. No one will treat you as a mute."

"Yo, this elegant lady looks upset, but that's okay, I've always been a gentleman when I was alive."

Dr. Zola chuckled.

The data cheek on the screen of his mechanical body suddenly changed, as if the resolution had been adjusted, making him return to the round-faced, bald, small-eyed look he had when he was alive.

He coughed and said in a tone more like a living person:

"Team K, the third impact is happening, but it will end soon. It's just that the days ahead for the Association of Stars are destined to be difficult. You have to plan in advance.

Look, the current pattern of the parallel world is that whether it is accidental or man-made, all worlds that have the ability to predict the impact have already made preparations in their own way.

Most of them are wearing strong armor and are ready to fight.

Three consecutive attacks that have lasted for twenty years have wiped out all the weak ones, leaving only ruthless characters. As the pioneers of the pathfinder, you are about to usher in a quite terrifying wave of 'consumption'. ”

Dr. Zola grinned and said:

"But isn't that the meaning of the existence of the stars?

You are pioneers and explorers, our eyes and our scouts.

Except when the impact actually occurs, most of the actions at other times rely on the information you provide, but unfortunately, because the personnel are too mixed, the loyalty of your mixed group has always been a big problem.

It's like a training base for young people!

There have been many bad betrayals before you, so when I saw you setting an ambush for me in that ocean world, I was really not surprised at all.

But as I said, the good days of wanton looting are over, and now comes the tough stuff. They have been raising dogs for twenty years, and now it's time for you, the well-fed hunting dogs, to really shed your blood.

I should say goodbye to you at this time.

Because maybe we won’t have the chance to meet again. ”

"You mean, most of the next mission targets of the Stars Association Pioneer Team will be dangerous worlds where special situations occur?"

Zha Kang blew out a smoke ring and asked.

"Don't think so much, dear John Constantine."

Dr. Zola bared his teeth and said unceremoniously:

"You have to understand your position clearly. In the eyes of the higher-ups, you are just a group of useful and cheap cannon fodder. The right to develop and plunder in various worlds is to make up for the professional risk that you will die at any time.

Now that you have eaten enough of the benefits, you will surely bleed.

To be honest, instead of continuing to stay in the Society of Stars, which is about to be precarious, I suggest that you really make up your mind and change your mind to the Cleaner system, at least you will not be inexplicably consumed in some strange world.

You see, if you can make it easier for me here, I can help you introduce him.

Team K can defeat me with various arrangements, which shows that you are not ordinary people. There is no need to worry that after you surrender, you will be transformed into a cannon fodder army.

You will probably all make excellent conquerors.

Enjoy special monthly allowances, own a territory in the beautiful garden world and be a local bully. Anything you want will be delivered to you as soon as possible.

In the current context of the death of all things, it would be good to allow yourself to live a comfortable life for a while on the journey to the end.

I'm not trying to seduce you.

I believe you are not so easily tempted, but smart people know to always leave a way out for themselves. Just as you violated the wishes of your superiors and spared my life, I am also willing to give you one more choice. ”

"Thanks, we will keep it in mind."

Mason curled his lips and said:

"If I am desperate in the future, I will rescue you from Batman's dark prison and follow you to the 'free world'.

I promise! ”

"Wait!"

Dr. Zola, who looked indifferent just now, suddenly changed his expression. His face kept changing expressions on the screen on his belly, and his voice returned to the electronic sound of a robot.

He screamed:

"You want to give me to Batman? Let me ask first, is it the one who can laugh? Or the one who can't laugh?"

"Is there a difference?"

Mason raised his eyebrows and asked deliberately.

Zola stared at him with her camera head and said sternly:

"If it's that lunatic who can laugh and kill, I'd rather you tear me down here! The execution unit in the Conqueror sequence of the Cleaner Legion is the Dark Bat Knights.

I know what they are.

Well, judging from your expression, you don't seem surprised. ”

"If an organization that takes advantage of the collapse of the parallel world to become bigger and stronger and recruits people from all walks of life does not even have a laughing Batman, then I will be really disappointed.

Judging from your poor appearance, I can tell that they are probably not lovable characters on your side. ”

Mason shook his head and stopped discussing the uncomfortable topic. He said:

"Stop trying to persuade you to surrender and escape. Let me ask you, Zora, before you arrived, the Cleaners used a weapon against the gods but it failed to take effect. Do you know what it was?"

"The Black Death Sword."

Dr. Zola, who felt very unlucky when he learned that he was going to be given to Batman, did not hide it and said:

"Also known as the God-killing Sword, it is a trophy obtained in a conflict during the Second Impact. It has been highly damaged but still possesses super suppression of all divine creatures. It is often used to perform the task of capturing divinities.


If I'm not mistaken, you should have recycled that thing in some way.

Listen to my advice, young people, stay away from those evil things. The end of those who hold them will not be good. ”

"Thanks for the reminder, I will."

Mason nodded, and after a few seconds of silence, the guy said again:

"Actually, there is no need for you to rush to attack us. You just need to wait patiently. Maybe we will fall apart when the next impact occurs.

Do you know why? ”

"John, you answer."

Mason wasn't even interested in answering the question.

He snapped his fingers and designated the smart guy from Team K to answer for him. Zha Kang curled his lips, blew out a smoke ring and said:

"There are only so many Earths. After the worlds that have nothing to do with you and are regarded as targets by you all die, those suppressed internal conflicts will explode.

If two vassal worlds in your organizational system collide, who will you prefer?

The world that can join you is a world that is unwilling to die quietly but chooses to fight hard. The desire to survive alone will make you fight each other to the death. ”

"Clever!"

Dr. Zola grinned and said:

"You see, a lot of people I know in this organization are very pessimistic about the future, and this is why. All solidarity right now is only temporary, there will be a battle in the future and the survivors will have to speak on their own merit.

That is a foreseeable darker and crueler future, and the intelligent world has long been preparing for a cruel civil war.

But that's okay.

Living is just a process, death is the end.

For someone like me who has experienced death early on, who wins and who loses is none of my business?

Now I only care about what Ms. Ultra promised. She said that as long as I can survive all this, she will take me into cyberspace and help me perfect my body."

Zola Jiejie sneered a few times, like a complete madman. He controlled the mechanical body of his sandbox prison, assumed a comfortable posture, and said to Mason:

"I also want to thank you for capturing me so that I can live a relaxing few months without having to travel across worlds to destroy things I've never heard of."

"So, one last question."

Mason glanced at the time on his watch. He sat up straight, stared at Zola, and asked:

"What is the name of the 'parent organization' we have been talking about?"

"I thought you would ask some more important questions, such as the number of conquerors or our supreme commander, or the coordinates of our stronghold and the dimensional orientation of the headquarters.

Fortunately, you didn't ask these sensitive things, so I won't risk data formatting by answering you.

It's been such a breath of fresh air talking to you, Mason Cooper. ”

Dr. Zola on the screen closed his eyes and complained. After a few seconds, he took a deep breath and said:

"It's called the 'Council of Hope', an organization with hope in its name but always bringing despair to others. Be careful, Mason, your K-Team and all your collaborators.

You want to move a mountain, but you are not even ants in front of it. ”

"Council of Hope"

Mason savored the name.

He shook his head, took out his phone, looked at it, and said to the artificial intelligence driving:

"Lao De, pull over. I want to call our 'consignee'." (End of Chapter)

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