Chapter 1 1 The Way that Gotham’s Black Flag Asks for Help

Chapter 1 1. Old Gotham Zheng Heiqi’s way of asking for help

Name: Mason Cooper

Race: Standard humanoid creature·Human template

Age: 17 years old

Identity: Gotham City middle school dropout, low-level security guard at Iceberg Bar, reserve member of the Penguin Gang

Status: Daze (lasts 7 minutes and 27 seconds), security duty (fishing)

Traits: None

Skills: None

Suggestion: The mini-boss is approaching. It is recommended to end the fishing state immediately.

"Shua"

At the entrance of the busiest Iceberg Bar on the busiest street on the edge of the Gotham slums, Mason, who was sleepwalking, came back to his senses and blinked his dull eyes. Among the group of ponyboys who were fishing next to him, he was very skillful. He straightened his body and made a powerful and reliable posture, looking around in a vigilant posture, just in time to be spotted by the little boss who came out of the bar with a cigarette in his mouth.

"The quality of this new batch of newcomers is pretty good."

The little boss, who had the word "Soup" tattooed on his shoulder out of some unknown state of mind, nodded with satisfaction and patted Mason, the most outstanding among the useless boys, on the shoulder to show encouragement.

"This is the spirit that our preliminary members of the Penguin Gang should have. You bunch of trash who only know how to take drugs and drive piles should learn from me!"

Drunk, he roared a few times, causing a group of ponies around Mason's age to be frightened and flattering. However, after the little leader left with a grin on his face, the eyes of others looking at Mason were not so friendly. .

Everyone agreed to fish together, but you were the only one who secretly rolled it up, right?

Mason didn't care about the malicious looks around him. After confirming that the little boss had left, he skillfully entered into a daze mode, staring at the words on the translucent light screen in front of him, as if he wanted to break them. Crush it to see what secrets are hidden in this thing.

Mason Cooper, "Black Flag" in Old Gotham.

His father, who died in a gunfight at the pier last month, was a backbone member of the Penguin Gang. It was said that he was still qualified to conquer the world with the famous Penguin. As a not so outstanding "second generation black man", Mason naturally did not May successfully complete school.

After Cheap Daddy was hacked to death, he was summoned by the gang to become a glorious pony under the Penguin.

Before he was killed by a wine bottle falling from a height last night, the young man basically had no objections to this career plan, but after another soul awakened in his body, New Mason felt that this status quo was simply terrible.

"Being a gangster in Gotham City is the same as joining the German army in 1944 and being loyal to the captain in 49?

No.

Not as good as that. "

The young man with his head still wrapped in a bandage looked boredly at the traffic flow on the street, and then glanced at the splendid and luxurious Iceberg Bar behind him.

For the seventh time, I refused the "cigarette" offered by the gangster next to me, and couldn't help but complain:

"Putting me in a bad drama, I would be a cannon fodder character who wouldn't survive even one episode.

This can't go on like this! I have to think of a way to clear my name and save money to leave Gotham. Wouldn't it be nice to go to Metropolis and live under the protection of Superhero, or go to London to follow the handsome and sassy Wonder Woman? "

"boom"

Just when the "Black Generation" Mason came up with the rebellious idea of ​​"doing it on the spot", a loud noise suddenly exploded on the top floor of the Iceberg Bar behind him. A group of ponyboys didn't realize what happened, but there were large pieces of burning debris. It fell from the sky, knocking the unlucky ones next to Mason to the ground, and causing chaos on the street.

"Quick! Someone stole the boss's treasure! He ran over there! Follow me!"

The five-man and six-man gangster who just now rushed out of the bar like crazy with his boss and a group of real gangsters. He shouted to his new gangsters, took out a black pistol from his arms and threw it to them. Mason, said:

"You, come with me! The gang remembers Dad's contribution. Do a good job tonight and you will have a bright future in the future."

"Ah, yes, yes, the future is not bright, I understand."

What else could Mason say?

The gun in the eldest brother's hand is loaded.

He could only follow his leader into a car with the pistol whose rifling was almost missing. In an instant, more than a dozen cars full of gangsters were rushing on the road into the night traffic. He chased the daring thief in the direction in which he had fled.

"That guy was injured by the boss. He can't run far. If he dares to provoke the Penguin Gang, he will be dead!"

The little boss in the car was very excited. He drank wine to make his face turn red, and maybe took drugs to make this guy look like a mad cow. But when faced with his soliloquy, Mason next to him just thought it was farts. .

His attention was focused on the pistol in his hand. In his unique translucent light screen's field of vision, this thing also had a small label on it:

Name: Gangster Gun

Quality: junk items·waste

Effect: Each shot has a 15% chance of exploding the barrel. The highly worn rifling gives the bullet a 50% chance of entering Brownian motion.

Item description: For the sake of your own life, try not to shoot. The correct way to use it is to use it as a war hammer.

After reading this small label, another line of text appeared in front of Mason's eyes: Holding an engineering creation, the engineering skill branch is opened. It is currently Lv0, and engineering item modification is unlocked.

"Shua"

A light flashed in front of Mason's eyes, and a three-dimensional view of a pistol appeared in front of him.

This thing is obviously simulated according to the appearance of the "explosive gun" in his hand, but it is simpler and more powerful than the pistol in his hand. And the drawings also thoughtfully list the assembly process and suggestions.

It is basically a fool-proof tutorial. You can build a new gun with materials.

"This thing is really hard."

The young man sighed.

It feels like I have unlocked a new profession of "black gun dealer" on the first day of my rebirth.

The convoy stopped at the entrance of a dark alley full of garbage. The gangsters jumped out of the car and rushed into it. The little boss also took Mason into the uneasy night in front of him.

"You go over there, I will help you guard the back road."

The boss grabbed the gun and pointed at Mason, which made the young man angry.

Guard the back road!

It's obvious that I was asked to be cannon fodder to explore the way.

This damn alley was pitch black without even a street light, but considering that the explosive gun in his hand was not convincing enough, Mason, with a bandage on his head, did not refute and walked into the diagonal alley in front of him with the gun.

A violent noise came from the other side, and there were chaotic gunshots, terrified shouts and the sound effects of heavy objects falling to the ground, which scared Mason.

A dark figure flipped over the low wall and hit the black garbage pile with one head. After a few flutters, there was no movement, as if dead.

"What happened?"

The leader guarding the entrance of the diagonal alley also heard the sound and came over with a gun.

Mason pointed in front of him and watched his leader drag a bloody person out of the garbage. It was a woman!

She was wearing an exaggerated black tights, almost showing her terrifying slender figure. She also wore a weird red goggles on her head, which looked like the red eyes of a black cat. The most peculiar thing was that there were two cat ears on the left and right of her hood.

Eh~ a girl with cat ears in a tights, too astringent.

"Isn't this Catwoman?"

Mason immediately recognized the woman who was shot and seriously injured from her unique outfit. There was also a wound on her abdomen caused by a sharp weapon, which should have been caused by the Penguin when she was stealing something.

"Ha, I knew it, I have the advantage today!"

The leader was delighted when he saw his younger brother discover the thief. He bent down and carried the unconscious Catwoman on his shoulders, then gestured to Mason and whispered:

"Go drive! Don't alarm others."

"Huh?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, and then heard his leader teaching him "little tricks for gangster life":

"You are stupid, it's useless to share the credit with so many people. To do our job, you have to be quick-eyed and quick-handed. The boss rewards according to merit. You are lucky tonight.

I eat meat and you drink soup.

Work hard with me in the future, I won't treat you unfairly."

"Oh, you are useless."

Mason showed a learned expression, while giving the leader a thumbs up, he glanced at the Catwoman he carried, and a few thoughts flashed in his eyes.

Just thinking about clearing the name, isn't the opportunity here?

So, the question now is whether to do it? And, how to do it?

With this thought in mind, Mason soon drove the car to a hidden place at the entrance of the alley, opened the door and whispered to the leader who rushed out with Catwoman:

"Brother, the car is ready!"

The leader who was anxiously waiting for fear that others would steal the credit was overjoyed and rushed over with Catwoman.

And at the moment when he bent down to get into the car, Mason narrowed his eyes, swung the car repair crowbar hidden in his hand and smashed it at his own leader.

Do it or not?

Of course!

How to do it?

It's done with great force!

Save Catwoman and get the invincible Batman to wash white smoothly, and stay in the Penguin Gang and follow the Penguin who will buy life insurance for his younger brother. These two options are in front of you.

If it were you, what would you choose?

Anyway, Mason made the choice in less than a second.

At the moment of the attack, his vision suddenly changed:

"Enter combat mode! Combat assistance is on, and the preset attack route has been marked."

The boss in front of Mason had his back to him. When combat assistance was on, the fatal position on the boss was marked by red light.

The young man could even see a virtual attack route generated in front of him. He only needed to swing the crowbar along the arc to kill this guy or knock him out.

There was no time to think for a moment.

The cold crowbar hit the back of the head of the hot-blooded boss with a bang.

The boss, who was still in an excited state after drinking and taking drugs, fell to the ground without a word.

Blood was flowing from his head, but he was still breathing.

This scene also shocked the extremely weak Catwoman who was lying in the car, but had already grabbed a cat-claw-like dagger in her hand and was ready to fight back. She was stunned to see the gangster in front of her attacking his boss, and she couldn't understand why he did this?

"Can you still drive?"

Mason threw the car keys in his hand to the wide-eyed Catwoman, who took the keys in her hand and moved to the driver's seat while covering her wound. She glanced at the young man who helped the leader up and said in a hoarse voice:

"Why save me?"

"I didn't have a choice before, but now I just want to be a good person."

Mason lowered his head and threw out a sentence, and urged:

"Hurry up and leave. I don't ask you to repay me, just remember my kindness. My name is Mason Cooper. Did you lose this thing?"

The young man picked up a strange-shaped mechanical hard drive from the ground. The shape of the thing was the same as a sword.

He took it in his hand, wiped the blood off it, and held it in his hand. The weak Catwoman started the car and did not forget to sway her overflowing female hormones at this desperate moment.

She stretched her body and joked:

"I heard that Penguin also bought insurance for you. It seems that this is still not enough to win people's hearts.

This thing has a positioning on it. I can't run far with it alone, and Penguin will never let go of anyone who touches it.

You are in trouble, little guy.

Get in the car.

We have to give it to Batman. Only he can handle this matter."

"Bang"

The flying bullet came from the alley with noisy footsteps, hitting the car door and splashing sparks.

Mason didn't hesitate to get into the car. Catwoman stepped on the accelerator and the car started at the highest speed. She violently knocked away the obstacles in front of her and rushed into the street under the night.

The vehicles behind him caught up quickly and started a chase on this street.

Those gangsters were crazy. They took out automatic weapons on the street and shot at the car in front of them. The rear glass shattered and made Mason lower his body.

He was still in combat mode, and the great combat assistance was still there.

When he picked up the pistol he had snatched from the boss, the free red aiming frame and simulated trajectory made the young man feel like he was playing a super exciting FPS game.

"Drive steadily!"

A bullet flew over and knocked off the rearview mirror, causing Mason to shout at Catwoman, and then he laid down the seat and crawled towards the back seat and lay there with both hands holding the gun ready to fight back.

"Are you crazy? Are you tickling them with a pistol at this distance?"

The seriously injured Catwoman screamed, and Mason said without looking back:

"Just drive, big sister. Men are doing things, women should not interfere."

After saying that, he took a deep breath and watched the free aiming frame of the light curtain in front of him locked on the windshield of the chasing car behind. The moment the driver was locked, Mason pressed down the muzzle of the gun.

Let the preset trajectory in the field of vision aim at the target, and then fired two shots in a row.

The first shot made a hole in the windshield of the car behind.

The second shot hit the driver's arm.

The unlucky guy screamed and then the car lost control instantly, crashing into the taxi next to it that could not dodge in time. The speed was so fast that it flipped over and fell to the ground.

"Successfully completed a shooting execution, and the proficiency of the shooting branch skill was improved. It is currently Lv0."

A line of prompts jumped into the translucent light curtain in front of Mason, which shocked the young man.

Does this thing still have experience and level? !

Hey! Is human life experience? Don't make such a hell of a joke! Bastard!

"Who are you?"

Catwoman saw the "power" of Mason's two shots from the rearview mirror. The mature big sister squinted her eyes and said:

"Are all the henchmen in the Penguin gang monsters? Or is there another masked vigilante in this city that I don't know about?"

"I've said it before, I didn't have a choice before."

Mason looked at the gangsters chasing him again from behind. He fired a few shots to stop the second car, and turned back to shout to Catwoman:

"Where are you going? Aren't you going to find Batman?"

Catwoman wanted to tell Mason that she was going directly to Wayne Manor, but her old lover hated the exposure of her true identity, so Catwoman could only remain silent and step on the accelerator.

"Turn ahead to the Gotham Police Station!"

Mason guessed Catwoman's thoughts from her silence, and the young man immediately said in a deep voice:

"There is a device that can contact Batman there, and it is closer to here. I can hold on, but your injury can't be delayed any longer.

Can you contact Commissioner Gordon?"

"You are such a clever little ghost, a little cutie, you are so young but surprisingly make people feel at ease."

Catwoman also understood the young man's plan, and endured the pain and threw her mobile phone out, while turning the steering wheel, she said:

"The third number."

"Bang"

A gunshot.

Mason emptied the last bullet in the pistol magazine, allowing the gangster driver of the third car approaching from behind to play another flying man.

The fleeing vehicle sped forward, and in the background of the bright explosion and fire rising to the sky from behind, the young man threw the empty pistol out of the window and pressed the communication button of Catwoman's mobile phone.

"Hello? Commissioner Gordon? I have something to tell you. Don't panic.

A large number of gang members under the Penguin are going to attack the Gotham Police Department. God knows what these thugs are going to do. I saw an RPG in their car, so you'd better be prepared in advance.

They will be here in five minutes.

Okay.

You can panic now.

By the way.

Don't forget to turn on the bat light on the roof! We really need that man now. You know who I'm talking about!"

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