Chapter 137 20Faxperro! What on Earth Did You Do Under My Identity?

Chapter 137 20. Fax Pyro! What did you do under my identity?

After realizing something was wrong, Poison Ivy, who was worried about her best friend, immediately got angry.

Several pots of ornamental flowers specially placed on the second floor suddenly sprouted vines and jumped out of the pots with teeth and claws. This frightened the men and women who were immersed in joy half to death. They all wished their parents had lost two legs. Screaming and rushing out the door.

How else can we say that the people of Gotham are different?

Even in such a chaotic situation, there was no dangerous stampede. The orderly evacuation in the chaos only lasted a minute or two, and all the "customers" who crowded Cooper's shop and didn't know where they came from were all gone. .

Also, Da Congming went to Mason's store for "zero dollars" and took all the potions on the counter.

But now is not the time to feel sorry for his potion. Mason strode into the chaotic shop with a gun in his hand, and at the same time "blessed" those guys with dirty hands and feet to have trouble in the future.

Given the toxicity of these potions, it would probably not end well for ordinary people to just pull out the stoppers and drink them without the alchemist telling them how to take them.

"Jack!"

Mason shouted from the first floor.

Captain Jack, who was drunk and confused, poked his head out from the railing on the second floor with Mason's face on his face, and his initially disappointed expression quickly turned into a touch of surprise.

He staggered down with half a bottle of wine, and opened his hands to give Mason a hug, but unexpectedly the extremely intimidating gun barrel was pressed against his chin.

The cold touch and the ready-to-go bullet made Jack sober up quickly.

This is probably some kind of talent that belongs to the legendary pirate?

"Hmm, it seems like someone is in a bad mood?"

Jack handed over the wine in his hand with a "please calm down" expression on his face. Mason did not take it but his nostrils twitched. The fragrance that penetrated his nostrils was instantly analyzed by the instinct of the Level 4 alchemist.

"How much elation did you add to this drink?"

Mason frowned and said:

"At least 1 to 1, right? Even the craziest wizards use it by the drop. Are you not afraid of drinking yourself to death?"

"The pursuit of happiness is human nature, my dear captain, and you were genius enough to quantify 'happiness' into a mysterious potion, and it was placed within a pirate's reach.

You are clearly encouraging me and even tempting me."

Jack blinked, stretched out his hand to push down the hand cannon in Mason's hand, raised his head and took a sip for himself, enjoying the joy from the bottom of his heart and saying with a coquettish face:

“If this doesn’t allow me to take the opportunity to indulge, then I think my new life in the new world is too boring.

This city of yours is really wonderful and lively. Hallie and I bought a cake to celebrate her ‘birthday’. We just shouted casually on the street and many ‘enthusiastic people’ came to help!

I would really love it here if they didn't have guns. "

"People on this street are always friendly and they'll even say hello before they rob you, but that doesn't stop you from being a complete asshole!"

Mason stared fiercely at the indulgent Jack Sparrow in front of him.

He glanced towards the second floor, where he could still hear a drunk Harley babbling and singing along with the accompaniment in the speakers. Poison Ivy, who was worried about her friend, had already rushed up the stairs.

"What did you do to Harley Quinzel?"

The young man asked in a low voice:

"Can't you see that she has some mental problems? I just didn't say a word and you caused such a big trouble for me!"

"I discovered it. Although I don't know anything about psychology or psychiatry, almost everyone on my ship has this problem."

Captain Jack waved his hands disapprovingly and said:

"If you put any normal person into a 'floating coffin' on the sea and stay with a group of violent men for several months without seeing land, they will go crazy.

But luckily for us pirates, we have a unique pastime.

I told Harley about my experience, and she weighed it and decided to accept my advice. As you can see, she is very happy now.

Let go of the bad things of the past and be like a new person. "

While Spiro was talking, Harley, who was also drunk, had been helped by Ivy and walked down from the second floor.

Under Mason's desperate gaze, the originally intellectual and generous Dr. Harley Quinzel has completely "disappeared."

Instead, there was a "little girl" wearing a sports vest and shorts, with her blond hair dyed red and blue and tied into two ponytails.

Her normally unpainted face was now covered with makeup.

The very unique makeup gave her eyes a smoky look but with different red and blue eyeshadows, and a heart-shaped decoration with a small sticker under the left eye.

It's not ugly to be honest.

After all, no matter how a beautiful girl dresses up, it is eye-catching, but the problem is that the way Harley is dressed in front of her is infinitely close to her other "form".

And that's exactly who Mason has been trying to stop her from becoming.

"Harley Quinn?"

Mason sighed, looked at Dr. Harley up and down and said a name.

"Ha, I like that name!"

Dr. Harley screamed in a happy and sharp girlish voice. She drunkenly leaned into Poison Ivy's arms and watched in confusion as two "Masons" with completely different styles appeared in front of her at the same time.

This seemed to trouble Harley's messed-up mind at the moment, and she suspected she might be drunk, but she didn't hate enjoying this new pleasure.

She blinked, thought for a moment, clapped her hands, and screamed:

"A new life should have a new name. The dull and boring Harley Quinzel who always lived a serious life has been strangled to death by my own hands, but I promise that this has nothing to do with Mr. J.

This is entirely based on my own judgment.

I want to thank you for your help, two lovely Masons, come and let me give you a hug~"

"Snapped"

Mason slapped his hand on his face and covered his eyes.

Jack beside him didn't know what the name meant, and was still drinking happily and watching the fun, which made Mason want to shoot this bastard in the head.

"Look how free she is now. She no longer needs to be wrapped up and tortured by the bad things of the past."

Captain Jack chuckled and said:

"If she were a man, I would definitely invite her on my ship. She would become a very cool pirate. You don't know that when she and I went out to buy cakes this afternoon, two bad guys tried to rob us, and then"

"I blew their heads off!"

Harley cheered, waved her fists and shouted in a noisy voice:

"Using a random baseball bat, just two bangs! It feels so good, Mason, I haven't taken any medicine for three days! I feel cute now and in great shape.

Maybe Mr. J left me a gift.

Although he is indeed a hopeless villain, what he says makes sense.

I really should face my terrible life with a more positive attitude!

Perhaps since my father asked me to cheat in a competition when I was about to win the gymnastics championship when I was a child and ruined my sports dream, and when my mother asked me to help her hide cards in casinos since I was a child, I should have chosen this option. There is a way.

No need to pretend to be a social elite anymore, no! I don't like going to class at all, learning boring knowledge and taking boring classes. "

"Look what you've turned her into!"

Mason swung his pistol and hammered Jack Sparrow, who was whistling and encouraging Harley beside him, causing him to sit down on the ground screaming in pain.

The young man stepped forward and clasped the chin of Harley, who was screaming and seemed to be drunk, and stared into those eyes.

There was no haze at all in Harry's drunken eyes. It seemed that the life in front of him had completed a "transcendence" from the spiritual level and completely bid farewell to the past life.

The psychological hint left by the clown was fully activated.

"Do you really hate your past self that much? Harley."

Mason was silent for a few seconds, and asked in a low voice under the worried gaze of Poison Ivy next to him.

"I don't know, but I can't say I like it."

The drunk Harley pushed Mason's hand away, yawned and leaned on Poison Ivy's chest, blinking as if she was dozed off and saying:

"It's like living in a trap. When I was young, my parents were greedy for profit and they were rotten. When I grew up, I stupidly did it for those Bichi friends.

When I was in school, I convinced myself that I wanted a good job and a bright future. After I started working, I suppressed myself to like that crazy place.

But what sane person would enjoy working in Arkham Asylum?

I do work every day that is not valued at all, trying hard to show the value of my existence so that my shitty life can become meaningful.

But any intern can do my job even if I ask the janitor to change into doctor's clothes.

Mason, I actually liked Mr. J before you came along.

I like staying with him very much because he always finds ways to temporarily relieve me of the boring reality.

I almost followed him.

It was you who pulled me back from that terrible fate, but you clearly had the ability to cure me, but you insisted that I go back and become Harley Quinzel.

Let me go back to what you consider to be 'normal' life.

I know you mean well."

Harley opened her eyes suddenly and pushed away Poison Ivy who was holding her. She stood in front of Mason with her hands on her hips and stretched out her hand to touch Mason's heart.

Shout loudly:

"But I don't! Like it! I like it! I think I'm fine now. Rather than asking me to drink medicine that will force me to be active and cheer up, I prefer the way you treated me in these three days."

"Well said, girl!"

Captain Jack, who was sitting on the ground and rubbing his cheek, whistled. The effect of Polyjuice Potion was dissipating and he changed from his Mason appearance back to the coquettish appearance of a pirate captain.

This scene made Harley, who was yelling, blink her eyes.

She glanced blankly at Mason, who was expressionless in front of her, and then at Jack Sparrow, who was winking at her on the ground.

When she realized that she had spent the past three days listening to the confusing guidance of a guy she didn't understand at all, Harley's face turned pale for a moment.

She is a professional psychologist and psychiatrist.

Even drunk she was professional enough to know that she had done things in the past few days that she absolutely could not do at this stage of treatment.

All your previous efforts have been wasted, my family.

"I'm done."

She covered her face and took a few steps back, wailing and being supported by Poison Ivy.

But in the next moment, he gritted his teeth and grabbed the bloody baseball bat from the corner behind him, screaming and throwing himself at Captain Jack on the ground to perform an "emergency craniotomy" on him.

"ah!"

Jack was frightened.

He screamed and hid behind Mason, peering over the captain's shoulder and sizing him up, perfectly portraying the cunning face of a troubled pirate pretending to be afraid.

Especially those coquettish orchid fingers

Others definitely don't have this taste.

"boom"

Harley screamed and swung down the baseball bat, but Mason reached out and caught it firmly in the air. His strengthened physique did not shake his body at all.

He said to Harley, who was about to cry when she was wronged:

"Things are already like this, and what you said is not unreasonable. Maybe it's not a bad thing for you to continue on the road you are on. At least you can be happy.

Feel sorry.

Dr. Leslie and I have always been concerned that simple treatment ignores your own feelings. If Harley Quinzel was really so unhappy in the past, starting over would be a wise choice. "

Mason sighed and let go of the baseball bat in his hand, and said to Harley who was stunned:

“But you have to continue taking the medicine!

Just because you want a new life doesn't mean you have to let your mental state slide in the direction of Zhou Ke'er until you turn yourself into a complete lunatic.

It's time for you to go have a rest. The shop is closed tonight. "

He winked at Poison Ivy beside him, who immediately grabbed Harley's hand and dragged her upstairs.

Harley secretly glanced at Mason with some fear. When she saw Mason's signature gentle smile, she felt relieved and followed Ivy up to the second floor.

As she stepped onto the stairs, Mason thought for a moment and whispered:

"Sorry to interrupt your birthday party, but happy birthday! Harley Quinn."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Harley, who was in a state of ups and downs, was made to cry on the spot by this sentence. She sniffed miserably, and with the comfort of her best friend, she turned back to Mason and said:

"Want to eat birthday cake together? Mason, that bastard Jack and I specially picked the most beautiful one, although there isn't much left."

"No, I don't like sweets. It's not good for my health."

Mason shook his head and said:

"But I can give it to you. In the far east, this is also a way to celebrate birthdays. Wait a moment, I will clean up here first."

After sending away Harley, who was in a violent mood swing, Mason turned back to look at Captain Jack who was still drinking.

He gritted his teeth and said:

"Say! What else have you done besides Harley? Don't tell me that you have used my identity to do other unforgivable things!"

"Ha, no, how could I be so unreliable?"

Jack waved his hand, then took out a piece of paper and stuffed it into Mason's hand with a smile on his face. The young man opened it and saw that it was filled with densely packed phone numbers.

The captain stood up, put his arm around Mason's shoulders, and whispered:

"These are the calls of my 'handpicked' girls. From 16 to 46 years old, it depends on which one you like. I have contacted them and made them remember with my amazing charm. Mason Cooper is a fun and open guy.

When you are lonely, you just need to make a phone call.

You know.

Look at you living like an ascetic. That's not good, Mason.

Young people like you should learn to enjoy yourself in the moment, life is so good, don't wait until you are as old as me to regret it.

This is what I should do. You're welcome, Captain. "

He took a sip of wine, took out his pirate pocket watch and checked the time, then patted Mason on the shoulder and said:

"I'm going back to the bar first. There's a small party for rich women there tonight and I've been specially invited to it. I don't want to miss it."

"You better get ready, Jack."

Without any hesitation, Mason clenched the paper in his hand and called on the magic fire to burn it into flying ashes. Then he raised his head and said to Captain Jack who staggered out of the shop:

"We will go on a mission in five days, and you have to go with us this time. I will prepare your suit and weapons, so don't let them slip when the time comes.

If you can't keep up with our progress, I will not hesitate to leave you in that dangerous world and let you fend for yourself.

honestly.

This is no joke.

It’s definitely not ‘private! people! kindness! blame! ’, don’t think too much when you go to bed at night. "