Chapter 297 95. Grandpa and Grandma revisit their hometown
After Mason returned to Osborne Tower, he dismissed his team members first and let Selina and Harley go to rest separately. He was not very sleepy himself, but completing this B-level promotion mission did not mean that his troubles were over. .
His mind will be full of things, and he feels like he needs to calm down and take some time to think about his next plan.
Mason sat at the desk in his dormitory in Osborne Tower, took out his notebook, took off his hat and put it aside, then picked up a pen and began to write and draw on it.
This is his habit when thinking about important matters. Writing down factors and questions on paper obviously helps to clarify the connections between them.
"In exchange for the A-level seats for the trust and alliance of the freshmen team, plus the group of people commanded by the old man, Team K now has three forces that can act at the same time.
And Xili's 'favorability' is steadily increasing, and it has become a force that can be united and trusted.
It's barely enough to cope with the current situation. ”
Mason wrote the names of the three forces and hunter Ciri on the paper.
This is his basic plan, and then from the basic plan, he can derive the things he urgently needs to solve.
Old A's invitation, the swordsman's meeting, the contact network with Gotham also need to be re-established, and his new team members also need to find time to talk.
He currently has three Kryptonians in his hands, but he has not yet figured out how to use Mason properly.
If nothing else happens, after obtaining the B-level qualification, the world they are currently in is the base world of Team K. Osborne Tower now has enough manpower, and the reconstruction of the wasteland world should also be put on the process.
The old Green Goblin has been planning and advancing this aspect, and maybe he has to find time to talk to Norman Osborn.
The two sides are currently in a "nominal alliance" but in fact they do not trust each other, but at least they should ensure that their short-term goals are consistent to avoid causing trouble.
In addition to the above matters, Mason also needs to consider strategies for activities within the Stars Association after becoming a B-class personnel.
It is impossible to make a fortune in such a busy organization, especially after entering the B-level ranks and becoming the real backbone of the Stars Association, he and Team K will be assigned to more core and important development tasks.
This all requires careful planning by Mason.
But the good news is that Class B personnel will have a series of benefits while also greatly increasing their freedom of movement.
Team K no longer needs to calculate the time to carry out the forced development mission. As long as they complete enough exploration and material submission within a certain period of time, they can spend their time on their own things.
Then have a private discussion with Shirley and ask her to arrange a long-term, easy job for the K team to hide from others and make it easier for Mason's various actions.
"But the prying and questioning from the Grand Master Warlock is still a problem!"
Mason looked at the paper already filled with words.
He circled the name Warlock.
Deathstroke confessed that he was Lex Luthor's undercover agent who broke into K-Team, and the power behind Luthor was probably related to the logistics mentor.
It seems that although things were done cleanly in the Isu world, their team of pioneers, the only one to escape, was still being targeted by someone with intentions.
"We have to eliminate the suspicion as soon as possible, or find a way to divert the warlock's attention to other things."
Mason rubbed his forehead and thought:
"It feels like sitting on pins and needles when being targeted by a great mentor. Considering Ciri's power, the resources that warlocks can mobilize in the Star Society are quite terrifying. It's like a pair of eyes peeking behind you at any time. No matter what you do, it makes people fearful.
But since he is connected to Lex Luthor, maybe we can start from this aspect.
A tricky Transcendent A Grade world, I think it would be enough for the three great mentors to work together to formulate an infiltration plan, right? I just don’t know if the master is prepared to face a large-scale ‘secret invasion’? ”
He wrote "on hold" behind the idea, then turned the page over and wrote his name on another page.
My own life experience!
Mason stared at the name on the paper.
He once felt that his life experience was not a big problem, especially in this dark age with frequent shocks. No matter how big an orphan's background was, it was impossible to be involved in important matters.
But as the strange power in Mason's body grows, he increasingly feels that he has an "extraordinary origin."
The torrential downpour that must occur in every battle, rolling around in the Phoenix fire without being hurt, and even being able to touch the Neptune's sacred trident in Atlantis to mobilize the rolling clouds and rain.
This is no longer something that ordinary mysterious bloodlines can do.
Moreover, Ciri had hinted several times that Mason had ignored his own "peculiarity", and then thinking about the sudden goodwill of the mutant camp where the swordsman belonged, Mason had a preliminary guess.
"Maybe I'm a mutant lost in another world. Or a very powerful one?"
He rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, then drew a "?" behind his name with a pen. He felt that he should spend some time on this matter.
Of course, its priority is lower than several other things.
After all, this is his own private matter, and he cannot mobilize too many public resources of Team K on it. Mason is always very clear about "public" and "private" matters.
But in addition to the above things, there is another thing that always echoes in Mason's mind and makes him unable to relax.
Impact events are accelerating.
Although the third impact has just ended, when the fourth impact will come is still a fatal question. According to Doctor Octopus's prediction, this world is likely to be between half a year and a year.
In other words, if Mason intends to reverse the decline of the current parallel world system towards darkness and barbarism, he only has at least six months and at most twelve months left to find a solution.
This is the central conflict of all, and if it could be resolved, all of Mason's current dilemmas would be wiped away.
"There are two methods currently found."
Mason stood up, walked to the window and lit a cigarette for himself. He looked out the window at Osborne Tower and the ruined city of New York in the distance, and thought in his heart:
"The aurora installation in the Isu world requires a large amount of resources and supporting facilities to advance, and it requires continuous calibration and maintenance. Not every world has the ability to build such a global facility.
Although it can anchor the plane and temporarily 'separate' the target world from the parallel world system so that it is not affected by the impact, it can only be used in worlds with abundant resources and sufficient technological capabilities.
At least they must have the equipment to interpret Isu knowledge.
This is the most basic premise, otherwise even if I give away the golden apple at a huge loss, it will not solve the problem. The Speed Force Matrix seems more likely to be popularized, but it's not perfect. ”
The captain blew out a smoke ring and said quietly:
"After all, not every world has the Speed Force, and not every world has a cutie like Barry Allen who is willing to sacrifice himself for the sake of survival.
Isn't this just sacrificing a Flash in order for the big event to end smoothly?
What a damn ‘tradition’.
If that time comes, Flash will probably sacrifice himself voluntarily, but the problem is that he can't be sacrificed every time. How can there be so many Flashes to serve as sacrifices?
The Speed Force Matrix running on Krypton must be improved!
But the think tanks over at Fox Nest should be able to handle this matter, so I don’t need to worry about it. Let me think about what to say next.”
"Dududu"
Mason's deep thoughts were interrupted by a sudden communication signal. He looked back and saw that the signal coordinates came from Gotham, which made Mason raise his eyebrows.
He put out his cigarette and stepped forward to activate the communication. The next moment, the holographic projection came out, projecting the "bust" of the old man in front of Mason's eyes.
Thomas Wayne has taken off his Batsuit and put on a dark black suit, and also wore a Panama hat to disguise himself. Behind him is the bustling Gotham city center, and he can see it in the distance. The logo of the Gotham Police Department, which was recently renovated.
"You're already here?"
Mason crossed his arms and asked:
"Where are the two die-hard guys?"
"They were beaten half to death. According to my opinion, they should be killed directly, but I think you must have kept them because you wanted them to contribute, so I brought them here."
The old man whispered:
"I'll keep an eye on them."
"Not only do you have to watch over them, Thomas, you also have to find a way to make them behave, but I don't think it's too hard for you.
The Amazons and Atlanteans are on my side, and although our Queen of War and the King of the Seven Seas have gone dark, they both have a decent sense of responsibility for their people.
Apart from the bad personal ethics of both parties, they are both very charming and qualified leaders. ”
He looked at the old man in front of him who was trying to pretend to be calm, but in fact he could still see the tension and anxiety. He said:
"In short, take over the forces of the Assassin League as soon as possible and hide them there. I will send people to rebuild the Iceberg Bar. It will be a 'safe zone' for us to communicate in the future.
I will formulate the next action plan as soon as possible and send it to you, but I know you are in a hurry now, so I won’t disturb you and Mrs. Martha’s ‘revisiting the old place’ tonight.
But, Thomas, if I may."
Mason warned:
"Please try to be as 'low-key' as possible."
"I understand, and I know how to keep a low profile."
The old man guarantees:
"I will not destroy the existing environment you created and contact me later, Mason, thank you for giving me and Martha a chance to do it again, I"
"Thomas, your dark personality is really not suitable for saying these heartfelt thanks. You know that your current expression always makes me feel like you will ask for ransom from me the next moment."
Mason joked:
"There is no need to say these words, everyone understands them.
We have fought together in the apocalypse, we have witnessed the end of a world together, we have faced powerful enemies and defeated them, all of which are enough for us to establish the most basic trust.
I don't deny that I am actually using you and Mrs. Martha's guilt and attachment to Bruce to ensure that you two will stand up if my home world is threatened.
Therefore, there is no need to feel any psychological pressure, and there is no need to regard this as some kind of 'gift'.
This is what you deserve, and this is my advance payment.
Go see him quickly, old man. If the time is later, he may have to go out on night patrol, and it's time for Damian to rest. It's not okay for children not to go to bed on time.
As Grandpa, you have to get him back to Wayne Manor safely. ”
"That's what you said."
Thomas pressed down his hat, showed a fleeting smile on the edge of his neatly trimmed chin, and said:
"Then, contact me later, Captain Mason."
"唰"
The communicator hung up, and Mason stood in his room and blinked.
He was a little curious about what would happen next, but now he couldn't just go back to Gotham to eat in person.
This made Mason feel like a cat scratching his heart. After a few seconds, he walked out of the room and sneaked to the Batgirl's room next door like a thief. He reached out and knocked on the door, then twisted the handle and walked in.
Then, he was surprised to see everyone in Team K staying here, even the "non-staff member" Judy was sitting on the sofa eating melon seeds.
In front of this group of people is a projection equipment that is being adjusted by Barbara.
On it, a camera hacked into the surveillance system of Gotham City in another world has been turned on, and from it, the old man and Mrs. Martha can be seen discussing something in the dark alley on the roadside.
"Ha, I've known for a long time that you're not a good guy! Come on! Don't miss this."
Zha Kang, who was holding the popcorn bucket, grinned and patted the sofa next to him.
There's a seat here just for Mason.
"Boss, come here quickly!"
The very coquettish kite man holding a glass of red wine urged:
"No one wants to miss the first meeting of the three generations of Old Bat, Old Bat and Little Bat. This is a historic moment.
Barbara is remotely taking over the cameras of the Batcave and Wayne Manor. We might be able to see the Batboy crying and throwing himself into Mrs. Martha's arms and calling her mother!
This is quite a dark history. ”
Mason came forward and sat next to Zacon. Catwoman on the left handed him a glass of orange juice, and Zacon on the right grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into his hand.
In front of him, Harley swayed and leaned back, right next to Mr. K's legs. She rubbed against him like a well-behaved kitten.
Harley is probably the only person here who isn't interested in the "Wayne Family" and she's here tonight purely because Barbara told her Mason was coming.
She just wants to stay with her little cutie and plan some things that won't pass the trial.
"Well, I thought you might be disappointed."
Mason looked at the projection screen that was gradually lighting up in front of him, and he whispered:
"Thomas is not a person who does things randomly. He will not meet Batboy tonight. But you are right. This is the third generation of the Wayne family
God, it's like a miracle that will never come true. ”
"Bruce doesn't need those damn parent coupons anymore."
Ergong, who was leaning aside, took a sip of apple juice and said quietly:
"That crap is still expired! It's so vicious."
——
"A sneeze!"
The old man who walked out of the dark alley of Gotham City suddenly sneezed while standing on the roadside. The plain-clothed Revenge Knight looked around and moved his body uncomfortably. He always felt as if someone was watching him.
"Didi"
A black luxury car slid gracefully onto the side of the road and stopped next to the old man who was about to wave for a taxi.
Thomas glanced into the driver's seat and saw that his grandson was sitting there driving, while his ex-wife was sitting in the back seat holding a hand mirror and touching up her makeup.
"Where did this car come from?"
The old man asked in a bad tone. Damian, who was holding the steering wheel, shrugged and said:
"I 'borrowed' it. Gotham locals are used to this kind of thing. Of course, I know you want me to grow up to be a good boy, so I threw a box of money in the parking lot, enough for him to buy another one.
Get in the car! Thomas. ”
The little lunatic, with the burning fire of gossip in his eyes, urged:
"Bruce is waiting for you. Let's leave quickly. What's so good about Gotham City? Haven't you stayed there enough in this shithole-like place?"
"It's not the same here as our place."
The old man opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat. As the car started to slide into traffic, he looked at the lights and feasting outside the window and said with emotion:
"There is no vengeful knight killing criminals here. Bruce has set a certain bottom line for himself. He knows better than me what to do to keep this city alive instead of turning it into a cold and vicious tomb."
"Hey, are you praising me before we even meet?"
Damian curled his lips in displeasure and said:
"I've never seen you praise me so much."
"Boom"
A bank on the roadside burst into flames. While the surrounding pedestrians calmly and expertly avoided the situation, a group of masked robbers fired into the air and rushed in to rob the bank.
This scene made the old man sitting in the car shrug. He looked away, closed his eyes, and said:
"Well, actually the difference between the two is not that big. This is still the same Gotham. You are right, Damian, this is a place like a cesspool.
This is Batman's fate."
"Stop ahead, Bruce."
Mrs. Martha in the back seat suddenly said:
"Before I go to meet my Bruce, I have to go somewhere first."
"Is Crime Alley ahead?"
Damian was stunned for a moment. He glanced at the old man and whispered:
"Are you really going to stop there? Are you sure nothing will happen?"
"Do as your grandma says, Damian."
The old man didn't open his eyes. He leaned on his seat and said:
"We really have to go there, just to say goodbye to the past and embrace the new life." (End of Chapter)