Chapter 104 56 Even for This He Still Has to Thank Us [3950]

Chapter 104 56. He still has to thank me for this--【3950】

The next morning, Mason, who was yawning and had dark circles under his eyes, did not leave the hospital but washed up, changed into a nurse's robe and started his busy day in the clinic.

As he expected, after a big fight in the Assassin's League, the surge in the number of injured in Gotham City made Dr. Leslie's clinic "prosperous" and also made Mason's first aid skills proficiency soar.

When it was almost time to get off work that afternoon, Mason finally got the prompt he longed for:

Successfully completed a Supreme Craft · First Aid Trauma Bandage, and the first aid skills proficiency increased by X20, currently at Lv4. The alchemical first aid bandage blueprint was unlocked.

The [Self-harming First Aid Provider] trait was changed to [Skilled First Aid Provider: The completion of the first aid craft will not be lower than the 'excellent' craft]

"Oh, I can get off work early today."

When Mason saw this prompt, his slightly anxious mood was immediately soothed.

He moved his numb hands, gave a sunny smile to the nurse Wendy beside him, and told her to finish the next first aid bandage.

The cute nurse Wendy, who had been "learning" from Mason these days, blushed at Mason's handsome smile.

But to be honest, Mason is indeed a good teacher.

Under his words and deeds, the nurse's first aid skills have also improved, and today she was praised by Dr. Leslie who was on rounds.

Ten minutes later, Mason, wearing a gray windbreaker and carrying a suitcase, walked out of the clinic. He planned to go back to his shop to start practicing skills today and check on the two girls living in his shop.

But as soon as he walked out of the clinic, he felt a breeze on his face. In the weather that had just rained, such a wind made Mason feel a little cold.

While tightening his clothes, he looked around and soon saw a homeless man wrapped in tattered clothes in the corner across the street, waving at him slightly.

Mason did not go over immediately, but made a subtle gesture.

He walked towards Crime Alley with a normal expression, because the explosion by Er Tong yesterday caused half of the alley to collapse. It would take several months for Gotham City to repair it.

But the area around here has been fenced off to prevent people from sneaking in and getting hurt.

Mason crossed the fence and waited for a few minutes at the ruins of Crime Alley, and then saw the homeless man walking over with his cart and belongings in a serious manner.

"There are Batman surveillance cameras near my shop, you shouldn't be there!"

Mason was not polite and said directly:

"Because your unprofessionalism almost exposed both of us."

Facing his accusation, the homeless man in tattered clothes raised his head and revealed a dejected dark face.

There were still terrible scars on his cheek.

He looked at the expressionless young man in front of him, thinking that the status between the two of them in Arkham Asylum two days ago was not like this!

At that time, Mason had to flatter him carefully in front of him, but in just two days, the relationship between the two had changed drastically.

What a fucking reality!

The destitute Mr. Sandstorm complained bitterly in his heart.

But now he has to bow his head under the eaves, he can only pull his tattered clothes and say hoarsely:

"I can't help it, three-headed dog, Mason, I have nowhere to go. The damn Batman has spies everywhere in the city, you don't know how I got here these two days.

It's a shame to be reduced to robbing things from a group of homeless people.

But you don't seem to be surprised by my appearance?

Your team members should have seen the scene where I was smashed by the Flash?"

"You are a B-level personnel, Mr. Sandstorm."

Mason shook his head and said:

"Although I have been in the industry for a short time, I also know that every colleague who can grow to B-level cannot have no skills to save his life. But you are so destitute now, I guess your team is..."

"Gone, all gone."

A trace of loneliness and pain flashed across Mr. Sandstorm's dark face, he clenched his fists and said:

"The biologist I spent countless time and energy to recruit is dead, The heart of the ancient Titan that I spent almost all my money to buy was also blown up.

My lieutenant Storm chose to sacrifice himself to protect our secrets, and my best attacker Hank died at the hands of Superman.

In order to escape, I even blew up the Isu bow that I got after fighting hard to kill a difficult saint in that damn assassin world.

The Hydra Squad is not a large war group. We are pioneers who take the elite route. This means that I have lost everything that I can stand on in the Star Club in this world. "

"But you still have a reserve team."

Mason raised his eyebrows and said:

"I remember you told me before that you are ready to include Damian Wayne in your reserve team. For such a senior member like you, the quality of the reserve team should not be bad, right?"

"The group of bastards in my hometown are indeed talented, but they need to grow up."

Mr. Sandstorm sighed, leaned against the wall, took out a pack of cigarettes and took two.

He offered one to Mason but was declined. He didn't care and took it himself. Then he saw Mason rub his fingers together to make a ball of magic fire and light it for himself.

As the smoke rose, he explained to Mason, a newcomer, in the tone of an experienced person:

"The difficulty of the pioneering mission is beyond your imagination, Mason. In such a situation, only the brothers and sisters who have been with you all the way are worthy of reliance.

You must understand that our organization has very cruel competition rules.

There is no mandatory relationship between the team members and the captain, which means that once your team members have bad intentions, if you are not sharp enough, you may be ruined by your own people.

This kind of story will be updated three or four times a month in the tavern in the Star Castle.

So for newcomers like you, don't be busy recruiting those good players in various worlds, and understand the limits of your ability.

Those dangerous elements that cannot be controlled can be used, but they must not be trusted.

This is why I came to you for help."

He exhaled a puff of smoke and said to Mason:

"I need to borrow your world gate to return to my base world, where I will lick my wounds and prepare for a comeback."

"Of course, this is a piece of cake. We should help each other."

Mason grinned.

He said:

"But my world gate does not have the coordinates of your base world and the number of coordinates that the world gate can record is limited. Mine has already recorded four worlds, and only two spaces are left.

Team K will have another compulsory development mission in a month."

"I know what you mean, Mason."

Mr. Sandstorm shrugged and said:

"If you want a reward, just be direct, don't be so hypocritical and beat around the bush. Don't worry, although my team is finished, I still have some treasures, and I won't let you help for nothing.

You are a shooter, right?

So this thing may satisfy you."

He took something out of his cart full of garbage and threw it to Mason. The young man took it in his hand and took a look, and found that it was a precise gun blueprint.

Surreal gun blueprint·Technology pistol·DR12 "Quasar"

Quality: Depends on the craftsmanship of the maker, the lowest quality is [Excellent], the highest quality is [Legend]

Features: Charged weapon·Bullet adaptation·Ultra-high rate of fire·Deadly accuracy·Extra technology chip slot

Item description: This thing is everywhere in a place called "Night City".

The configuration of this blueprint made Mason's eyes light up.

Although it is a pistol, the appearance of this gun is obviously "fantasy" style. Its most unique feature is its drum design, which is coupled into the rear of the gun body to form a triangular grip.

The overall style is exactly the kind of industrial simplicity that Mason likes most. Most importantly, he has also been to "Night City", although in another way.

It is really pleasant to see familiar things again after rebirth.

"This thing is good."

Mason exclaimed:

"Is it your trophy?"

"Well, it's the 'dividend' I got from the cooperative mission of the 'Next Life' team in a world. How to describe that world? It looks bright and beautiful, but it's actually rotten. It's not a pleasant place."

Mr. Sandstorm observed Mason's expression, and he was relieved when he saw the young man smile.

As the captain of a team that has just been destroyed, Mr. Sandstorm also encountered the same dilemma as Old K.

Even worse than Old K.

When Old K was at his lowest, at least he still had an amazing assassin's blade in his hand for self-defense.

He has nothing.

If Mason asked for a lot, Mr. Sandstorm would probably fall into a difficult situation of living on debt.

"I'm very interested in these super-tech products."

Mason put away the blueprint and asked:

"Can you give me the coordinates of the world that can design such a weapon?"

"I would like to give it to you, Mason."

Mr. Sandstorm shook his head and said:

"But it's finished. If you are interested, I can help you contact the captain of the "Next Life" team after I go back. That world was their base world.

Maybe they will have something similar.

Oh, by the way, they are also Mr. Hunter's direct team, maybe you can get acquainted soon."

"Okay."

Mason was a little disappointed, but didn't say anything more.

He released his flying scooter and threw the invisible cloak to Mr. Sandstorm to signal him to get on the car.

The two quickly flew all the way to the top of the Iceberg Bar, which has not been re-accepted yet. Along the way, Mr. Sandstorm and Mason shared a lot of experience as captains.

To sum up, there are 108 ways to fight wits and courage with the team members with ulterior motives.

Mason felt a pain in his balls after hearing this, and he felt that if Mr. Sandstorm was born in another country, he would definitely be an expert in palace fighting.

However, when he landed on the top floor of the Iceberg Bar, he finally couldn't help asking:

"About our tattoos"

"Shh!"

As soon as this question was raised, Mr. Sandstorm glared at him fiercely, and he scolded:

"This is a topic that cannot be discussed, Mason! You are a newcomer so you don't understand this taboo, but no matter where you are in the future, you must never discuss this issue with your peers.

Not everyone knows the truth about this tattoo like you and me."

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and a ball of wind and sand surrounded his hands. He looked at Mason with a meaningful look and said:

"I just saw your flame. It seems that you are also a person with 'talent'. Although everyone has that tattoo, only those who can discover the deep power are considered senior members of the Star Society.

Keep this in mind.

The Star Society is not a good place to hold hands and sing hymns. Considering that we get along well, I want to remind you, Mason, that using this power is not free.

When it pays attention to you, you have to 'please' it."

"Huh? Pay attention to me? And you have to please it?"

Mason now has ten thousand question marks in his mind.

He didn't feel that he was being paid attention to, and he never had a premonition that he had to pay any price when using the magic fire. This was probably due to the help of the mysterious character card.

"Besides, serving Mr. Hunter is not a good choice. That guy is notorious for being ruthless."

Mr. Sandstorm finally put his mind at ease when he saw Mason open the compartment and reveal the world door of Team K. In a relaxed tone, he said to Mason:

"Each Grand Master has five pioneer teams under his command. Among them, Mr. Hunter's team changes frequently, and there will be losses in almost every operation.

Of course, this is also related to Mr. Hunter's willingness to explore those hard-core worlds.

But if possible, Mason, you'd better find another career. My Lord 'Swordsman' is a good superior.

If you are interested, I can help you get connections.

Of course, the cost of this connection will be borne by you."

"Let's talk about it later."

Mason waved his hand and disagreed with this suggestion.

What good superiors can the Star Club have?

What a joke!

"Take out your captain card."

Mr. Sandstorm pinched his fingers and took out a captain card with silver texture.

He said something to Mason, and the young man hesitated when he pinched out his bronze card. He said:

"I feel a little bit wronged. I just lost a world coordinate with infinite possibilities."

"Damn it!"

Mr. Sandstorm cursed in his heart.

The thing he feared the most still happened.

Although this rookie in front of him was not good, he had all the bad habits that the pioneer captains should have. He learned to take advantage of others at such a young age!

The worst thing was that he was so miserable now that he could only let him slaughter him.

It was so annoying!

"Haha, how could I let you lose money? Look at what you said."

Mr. Sandstorm said with a smile on his face:

"When I return to my vassal base world, I will definitely get you better things. I am your senior big brother, how can I let the younger newcomer disappoint?

Don't worry.

If you have time to come to my vassal world, I will definitely entertain you.

Or I will take you to the assassin world where all kinds of good things are produced? I can get you some Isu armor and other things for self-defense."

"I am busy dealing with the first mandatory mission, so I don't have time to play."

Mason also said with a sad face:

"As you said, as a direct team of Mr. Hunter, I don't think I can survive the first mission. Alas, it's really not happy without some good things for self-defense.

I don't know if there will be kind people to help me?"

The two people stood in front of the world gate and fell into silence at the same time.

Mr. Sandstorm's dark face showed a look of despair. Under Mason's expectant gaze, he gritted his teeth and took out another blueprint from his pocket and handed it over.

Said:

"That's enough, Mason. This time, the four pioneering teams were wiped out in this world, and 27 B-level personnel alone died! You don't understand the value of this matter yet.

But I think instead of spending time blackmailing me, you should hurry up and prepare to deal with the questioning."

"You are right!"

Mason took the blueprint and swiped his captain's card on the world gate with a serious face. Then Mr. Sandstorm also swiped his captain's card on the door.

The fifth scale immediately appeared on the brass handle with four scales.

Mr. Sandstorm, who was blackmailed, didn't want to say anything.

He twisted the handle, inserted the energy stone, opened the door, threw Mason a mobile phone for communication, and jumped in. Mason watched him leave. At the moment when the world gate closed, he looked at the blueprint in his hand.

To be precise, it should be the formula:

Green Goblin's Super Serum

Quality: Depends on the alchemy process of the maker.

Item Utility: After the serum is injected according to the standard process, the injector will gain super strength, super speed, super endurance, super reaction and a certain degree of self-healing.

This serum needs to be injected for a long time, otherwise it will lose its ability.

This serum has serious side effects that will cause mental disorder in the user, and a second personality will be born after multiple injections.

Maker: Norman Osborn

Item Description: If you are lonely, please take this serum, provided that you can accept that your second personality is likely to be smarter and more charming than you.

"You are trying to trick me."

Mason sneered at the drawing and said:

"Mr. Sandstorm, I almost got fooled by you. You are so insincere in making friends, you deserve to be wiped out."