Trajectory of Dawn in the World of American Comics

Chapter 30 30. Frostmourne, I'm hungry. Uh, I went to the wrong set, Sorry

In the hiding place of Pier 7, Catwoman leaned against the wall, holding her cat's tail whip and flicking it back and forth.

She looked at Mason, the young man was still tossing his little things in a small area, but this time he was not making potions, but was dealing with some electronic product parts.

He also had Penguin's umbrella by his hand.

But the thing was badly damaged, and it looked like Mason was trying to fix it.

In the corner of the hiding place, the kite man was holding a recording board, recording in detail the expression and body changes of the big gangster tied to the chair in front of him at this time.

The latter had been given six different potions in the past four hours.

This person is still alive, but the left half of his face is covered with terrible rashes, and the right half of his face is a weird purplish red, and his whole body is still twitching and writhing.

The painful look made Catwoman feel that it was a kind of torture.

"The information has been shared with the bat cubs. They are discussing the action plan in the batcave. Grayson hopes that we can act together with them. Obviously, the first-generation Robin is very satisfied with your performance."

Selena glanced at the information in her mobile phone and said to Mason:

"So, what's your answer?"

"How to act together?"

Mason, who was trying to install Count Vertigo's intracranial disruptor into the penguin's armed umbrella, raised his head and said to the big sister Catwoman:

"Based on the current information, there is a need for a group of people at the Black Gate Prison, and a group of people is also needed for the secret place where the Assassin Alliance stores weapons, and some people have to be left behind for logistical and intelligence support.

Counting the first generation of Robin Dick Grayson and the third generation of Robin Tim Drake, you, me and Charles are only five people, even if you add Director Gordon and Barbara in a wheelchair, our number is seriously insufficient .

In this case, the troops have to be divided. I can only say that the bat master thinks this matter is simple. "

"Then what do you mean?"

Catwoman nodded.

She also found Grayson's proposal a bit fanciful.

If Batman is okay here, that cold and omnipotent man can be on his own, and the others are perfectly fine on the other side.

But now Batman isn't there.

"What I mean is that you and the Bat Family act as a team to destroy the weapon warehouses of those brave enough to arm the prisoners in advance. There must be many people from the Assassin League guarding it. It will not work if there are fewer people."

Mason carefully disassembled the ring-shaped mechanical box of the penguin umbrella in front of his eyes. He used the component scanning on the light curtain to analyze the structure of this thing, and said with two purposes:

"Charles and I sneaked into the Black Gate Prison, where we could delay their escape as much as possible. As long as you move fast enough, you can come to support us in time.

These two things don't have to happen at the same time.

As long as we survive until Batman from Heaven returns to Gotham, we've won more than half the battle. Maybe he will bring back a helper? "

The young man moved his fingers and began to disassemble the components of the mechanical box, saying:

"Like that Superman or something."

"That's a good idea, but why do I feel that you don't seem to want my sister and me to be in your group?"

Catwoman said suspiciously:

"Do you and your followers have any shady secrets? I thought we were already in the same group."

"You think too much."

Mason said without raising his head:

"It's just because the invisibility cloak is so big that it can hide up to two people, so I can only act in groups of two."

"Then the two of us can be in a group."

Catwoman narrowed her eyes and said:

"What? You, a 17-year-old kid, would rather act with an old man than let me protect you?"

"Are you serious, Ms. Selena."

Before Mason could speak, the kite man shivered and raised his hand and said:

"Do you really think it's the right choice to let me, a third-line villain, act together with the Bat-family cubs? They were all taught by Batman, and they are ruthless.

I broke three ribs the last time I met Nightwing, and I don't want to try again. "

"You see, this is the best way to group."

Mason quietly added:

"And I think you, the 'adoptive mother', should shoulder the responsibility of taking care of the children when the children's father is away."

"What you said makes sense, and I can't refute it, but you'd better stop making bad 'foster mother' jokes, I'm still young!"

Catwoman was choked and speechless, she rolled her eyes and said:

"I'll tell this idea to the Batcave first, and I'll give you an answer later."

After finishing speaking, Ms. Selena walked out of the hiding place with her long legs that became more and more amazing under the blessing of tights. The kite man saw her leave and wanted to speak, but Mason stopped him with his hand.

The young man stood up and went to the position where Catwoman was leaning just now, and searched carefully on the wall. After a few seconds, two bat-shaped monitors were taken out from the gap.

He shook his head and put the thing in his pocket, and then he said to the kite man:

"When you come into contact with people from the Bat family, you must keep at least three minds. They all learned from Batman badly, and they all have hopeless eavesdropping and surveillance addiction."

"Oh, learned."

The kite man rubbed his head, feeling in his heart that it was no wonder that he failed to get ahead in Gotham. Looking at the hearts and minds of these front-line characters, and then looking at himself, he couldn't help but feel sad.

"Boss, do you really want to cooperate with the Bat Family?"

Charles asked in a low voice:

"I don't think it's plausible.

Everyone in this city knows that Batman and his Robin don't kill people, but the other party will not hesitate to attack. The clown used this to bully them back then.

They failed and Batman was there, but we didn't.

We're not one of them. "

"Cooperation is a must. We only have two people, and we need them to attract some attention."

Mason stroked the suitcase in his hand and whispered:

"But we don't have to hold our hands, I mean, we gotta get this done before Batman comes back!

I've had enough of being hunted down every day when I go out, and I plan to take this opportunity to wipe out most of the forces of the Penguin and the League of Assassins in the city.

When they broke the prison and released the prisoners and the Penguin, when they got together."

"But we don't have the kind of weapon that can catch them all!"

The kiteman spread his hands and said:

"Our two force values ​​are not high enough, unless the old K is resurrected, I think that old guy will be able to easily kill all those guys with two swords."

"Who said we didn't?"

Mason smiled, patted the suitcase, looked at the kite man, and said:

"How did old K die?"

"Given by the monster. Ah, I see!"

Charles nodded momentarily.

He also looked at the suitcase in Mason's hand. If he remembered correctly, his boss had brought back three zombie monsters from the ruins of the wizarding world.

But then, the kite man said worriedly:

"Will it spread? This thing is terrible. Once it gets out of control, the whole Gotham will be over."

"Have a little faith in your own world, Charles."

Mason returned to the temporary workbench and continued to assemble Penguin's armed umbrella. He said casually:

"As long as Batman comes back, everything will be over. Have faith in that man. He is deeper, stronger and more terrifying than what you see."

"It seems that I have to prepare in advance."

The kiteman also made up his mind. He sat opposite Mason, took out a half-finished flying backpack from the travel backpack that Mason returned, and said to the young man:

"I changed its design idea a bit, but there are still a few problems that have not been resolved. The boss can help me take a look. And this magic coat, I plan to modify it into a flight suit."

Charles took out Hagrid's moleskin coat which was rolled up, and said:

"This stuff is much more powerful than any body armor, but I couldn't find a suitable tailor. I showed it to a friend yesterday, and he said that this kind of leather is difficult to cut with ordinary knives, let alone reshaped. gone."

"You make do with it first."

Mason also said in a difficult tone:

"I'm a little short on time right now, and I can't spare the energy for tailoring. After this matter is over, I will study and try to get your flight suit done before the stars come to contact us.

As for the tailoring, you can ask Catwoman to take Sujie's Eagle and cut off a part to make you fit.

Also, this gun is for you. "

He took out a crit shotgun and two crit double-barreled hand cannons from the suitcase and handed them to the kiteman, and introduced:

"I practiced it before. Although it is a handmade black gun, it must be much better than the stuff on the assembly line. If you need anything else, just let me know."

"I want those explosives, flight engineering bombs! Boss."

The kiteman grinned and took the gun and carried it behind his back, and then gestured to Mason and said:

"That thing is so powerful, I like it after using it last time, especially the swarm bombing is so cool."

"for you."

With a wave of his hand, Mason threw more than 30 newly assembled flight engineering bombs from the suitcase, and gave a control panel to the kiteman.

Satisfied, the latter turned and left the hiding place to find Catwoman to borrow a long sword to cut clothes. Ten seconds later, the distraught Catwoman rushed back with the rolled moleskin coat and screamed at Mason:

"You prodigal bat bastard! Do you know how rare this kind of top fur is? Sister, I have never seen such a fine fur in Gotham for so many years. You actually want to cut it open!"

"The clothes are for half-giants."

Mason said without raising his head:

"After cutting it to make a flight suit for Charles, there is enough left over to make another coat for you who is petite, and I can even do it for you for free without charging the labor fee.

Just need some time and the coat pattern provided by you. "

"So, my sister, I still need to share a piece of ragged clothes that I don't know where I got from with a stinky man? With such a rich boyfriend in the palm of my hand, can I be wronged like this?"

Catwoman was even angrier.

She snorted, pulled out Su Jie's eagle and swiped it a few times to cut the excellent fur, put her hips on her hips and said:

"I don't care! Buy a better one another day."

The time came to the evening of the second day, two hours before the operation began.

In the shadow of the pier shrouded in the light of the approaching night, the cool Batmobile drove towards it at a very high speed, and then made an emergency stop and turn on the somewhat lonely and deserted Pier 7.

As the black cabin opened, the youngest Grayson in the bat suit jumped out.

At a glance, he saw Mason in front of him wearing a slim gray windbreaker, a gentleman's hat, and a black penguin umbrella in his left hand, and behind him, Charles the kiteman who was dressed like a successful person and carried a vintage suitcase in his hand.

Beside them is Catwoman who is fully prepared for battle. In addition to the usual cat tail whip and combat belt, Catwoman is carrying a sword on her back.

Grayson is all too familiar with the broken sword that can blind people's eyes.

"Can you two do it?"

Ye Yi walked up to the three of them and asked Mason in Batman's tone.

Mason, who spent the whole night cultivating alchemy and engineering proficiency, pulled the brim of his hat, and poured the blue primary vitality potion into his mouth.

He put the slender crystal bottle back in his pocket, stretched his body and said:

"It's okay to delay time with the invisibility cloak, but you better hurry up there. Will Director Gordon join the operation?"

"No way, I can't persuade you."

Young Master sighed and said:

"He said it's his job as a Gotham police officer, so he's headed to Blackgate with SWAT.

We can't transfer the Penguin ahead of time. If the car is hijacked halfway, the loss will outweigh the gain. This city is almost full of assassins' eyeliners.

This is for you. "

Ye Yi took out two pairs of custom-made earphones and said to Mason and the kiteman:

"Barbara will serve as our intelligence support and communicate the situation on the battlefield at any time. If you can't stand it, call the Bat Fighter for support."

"Or a non-lethal weapon?"

Mason said:

"Is there no 'no-kill rule' in this situation?"

"Yeah, it's all over now, don't worry about it! Facing a group of lunatics who kill without batting an eye, you need a stronger deterrent."

The kite man also advised.

"These codes bind us and make us, and hinder us and protect us, Mason."

Young Master said seriously:

"He set a line for us by setting an example, and we cannot cross it. Once the identities of 'protector' and 'killer' are confused, it is the beginning of the will of the will.

No one can resist the temptation to use violence to solve problems once and for all, so the best way to combat it is to distance yourself from it in the first place. "

"Tsk tsk, the bat cub is imitating the old bat and starting a long speech, blah blah blah blah blah blah, blah blah blah, blah blah, blah blah, blah blah.

Catwoman is impatient with this.

She walked towards the Batmobile with swaying waist and arms, jumped into the driver's seat deftly, and blew a passionate kiss to Mason, saying:

"Be careful, little guy, my sister will save you there when she's done."

After finishing speaking, this wild and unruly beautiful cat stepped on the accelerator and drove the violent Batmobile out of the pier like a roaring monster with a more exquisite control level than Bat.

Nightwing shook his head, fired the shackle gun and flew into the sky, chasing after the Batmobile.

Mason watched them leave and snapped his fingers lightly.

The kite man behind him opened the suitcase and pressed the button of the Untraceable Extending Curse, and the blue flying motorcycle appeared in front of the two of them with a whoosh.

The young man inserted the key and turned on the engine, throwing out the rocket-shaped body.

The kiteman jumped in holding the suitcase as if holding a nuclear bomb box. Mason twisted the handlebar to let the blue retro classic move forward smoothly and then flew to the clouds three seconds later.

The kite man in the car body "changed clothes" and said with a grin:

"Speaking of which, boss, maybe we should give ourselves a better name. For example, maybe our gang should be called 'Kite Gang' or something."

"A gang of two?"

Mason sneered:

"If you say this, you will be laughed out of the mouth by your colleagues in Gotham. Besides, I have already left the gang, and don't we have a name? Team K

Sounds pretty good actually, right?

Charles, you probably didn't feed McGonagall, Fang and Momo today, did you? "

Mason, who was wearing flying glasses, asked.

The kite man with the jetpack on his back shrugged, patted the box maliciously, and said with a grin:

"Of course not, boss. As you ordered, Mason Cooper's death beasts are hungry now. They are...very hungry."

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On the other side, in the fast-moving Batmobile, Ye Yi, who finally fell into the co-pilot, hadn't heaved a sigh of relief when he heard the main driver, Catwoman, suddenly say:

"I've changed my mind! You bat cubs trained by him can handle that! I won't go. I'm more worried about my little brother Mason than you unlovable guys."

After speaking, she pressed a hidden button on the steering wheel of the Batmobile.

With a clicking sound, the front cover of the tank-like Batmobile popped open, and the main driver's seat and Catwoman were ejected together. When the sophisticated module flipped in the air and landed, it had formed a black and slender Batmobile.

Catwoman lay on the motorcycle and made an almost impossible 180° turn on the spot, and drove towards the Black Gate Prison under Ye Yi's helpless gaze.

As for the Batmobile, which lost its front and rear wheels.

rest assured!

The war machine, which cost tens of billions of dollars to build, also refilled the spare tire at the moment of releasing the Batbike, and the spare control panel popped up on the original co-pilot.

"Jason still wanted to steal the tires from this car."

Master Yeyi grabbed the operation panel and continued to accelerate, curled his lips, and said softly:

"At that time, he didn't know that there were eight spare tires in this car. Hey, Jason, it would be great if we had you by our side in this situation."