Chapter 182 65 Look, I Told You It Wasn’t Easy

Chapter 182 65. Look, I told you it's not simple.

Mason, standing in front of the gate of the world again, took a deep breath.

His life after rebirth has been entangled with this strange thing in front of him from the beginning and it seems that it can never be separated. This thing is almost a part of his new life.

The three people behind him didn't have so many feelings. They were fully armed and checking their equipment.

Ertong and Zhakang were still wearing the imitation bat suits made by Mason, but Barbara changed into a black special jumpsuit this time, which was covered with various data sockets and modules and connecting wires for rapid invasion, and there were micro LED lights dotted everywhere on the clothes, making this simple thing look full of a sense of "future".

This is the hacker combat suit that Judy gave her.

It is the favorite equipment of hackers in the world of 2077. It can not only improve the efficiency of invasion operations, but also cool the body when necessary to avoid the bad consequences caused by overheating of intelligent prostheses.

"Judy said I should also make arm modifications to install single-molecule wires or ballistic launchers. If I want to use smart weapons, I have to install smart connections on my palms.

In addition to the currently implanted operating system, a frontal cortex RAM management device should also be connected.

But these things have to be done step by step. I can only proceed to the next step after my body adapts to the operating system and the electronic access cabin and no longer produces too many rejection reactions."

Barbara described her "upgrade plan" to Ertong and Zhakang, and the two grown men felt a toothache.

"You'd better take it easy."

Mason didn't like Batgirl's transformation plan at all. He took out a box and put it in front of the three people. After opening it, there were several rings, earrings and collar pins in it.

All the magic accessories with gravity guns were made by him before he set off. This can be regarded as a temporary weapon upgrade.

He glared at Barbara and said:

"Judy should have told you that the more prosthetics you put in, the greater the impact on the human body. I have never thought that sacrificing health for ability is so advanced.

If you really turn yourself into a 'doll', Gordon and Grayson will be so upset when they know it."

"Don't you still have Mason?"

Barbara didn't care.

She put a bat-shaped earring on her left ear and waved her hand nonchalantly and said:

"You are a master of alchemy. I believe that with the power of your magic potion, you can keep me healthy with all these strange components until the day I die."

"I can't do it."

Mason said with a pout, and then heard Barbara say in a long voice:

"Hey, this is not what a responsible captain should say. As a captain, isn't it your duty to take care of us team members?

Gordon is still your guardian, you should call me sister, Mason.

Look, this way you have two better reasons to protect me, right?"

"I am really a senior. I owe you this!"

Mason rolled his eyes, took out a bottle of "special white honey" from his medicine belt and handed it to Barbara, saying:

"It was originally a drug to remove toxicity. I modified the formula to reduce the rejection reaction caused by the implant. Remember to drink a sip every morning. Judy should have special drugs to reduce the burden of the prosthesis on the body. After I get it, I will make fine adjustments specifically for your situation.

Don't get more prostheses before I get these. "

"I knew you were the best, Mason."

Barbara uncorked the bottle and drank a sip of white honey, then let out a long breath, followed Mason into the rotating light curtain in front of her, and the second barrel followed closely.

Zha Kang was the last one to pass.

Before leaving, he also released a magic to reduce the space-time disturbance of the World Gate to prevent other trackers from coming to the door.

But everyone in Team K knew that they were only one step away from being finally exposed.

Judging from the information gathered from all sides, Batman and Zatanna may have known their identities. It is only a matter of time before Team K becomes a street rat in this world.

However, Mason has already made preparations for this.

Others in the team did not ask about his plan, but they believed that with Mason's wisdom, they could safely survive this disaster. Even the most cunning scumbag Kang believed this.

"Shua"

The figures of four people soon appeared in the dark night of the assassin world.

They landed in a busy city square. Mason turned around and saw the Eiffel Tower standing not far behind him, and the French echoing around represented that they were in France.

"Old K found the golden apple in a monastery in France last time. Now it seems that the projection of the world gate he left behind has been destroyed, so let us teleport here randomly."

Mason pressed the hat on his head down, looked at the lively scene around him vigilantly, and wondered how many of these people were killers wandering here with a mission.

The worst situation at the moment is that the next second, thousands of people in the square will draw their weapons at the same time and shoot at the four of them.

After a moment, he shook his head and put this terrible idea behind him. In this world where the legacy of assassins has been developed to the extreme, it is almost impossible to judge the identity of a killer by appearance.

Mason said to Constantine beside him:

"Prepare to teleport, John, we're going to New York. There's a device there that can unlock the information on the Golden Apple."

"Are you sure?"

Constantine moved his eyes away from the plump buttocks of a lady next to him who smiled sweetly at him, blew out a smoke ring and said:

"This kind of cross-continental group teleportation will make me magically weak in the next few hours. If you make a mistake, I can't help you much."

"Sure! It just takes some time to confirm the detailed location of that place. Don't worry, I have a plan."

Mason confirmed it once, and looked back at the second barrel and Barbara.

The left eye of the Batgirl flashed with a blue light, obviously trying to use her newly implanted hacking operating system to hack into nearby devices for fun, and the second barrel's reaction was quite strange.

This guy seemed to be furious, and he kept looking around with a vigilant and gloomy look.

Looking at the movement of his fingers on the bag, it was clear that this guy was ready to draw the Gryffindor Vengeance Sword at any time to kill everyone.

"What's wrong?"

Mason asked.

Ertong touched his neck and said uncomfortably:

"There is murderous intent, nearby, I can feel it. Just like in the training camp in Nandarbat, I am very familiar with this feeling.

There are definitely killers lurking in this square, and the murderous intent that is not yet unleashed means that they are all good players.

Let's leave quickly."

"Are you overreacting?"

Zha Kang picked up a cigarette again and took the three people to a secret location to cast a teleportation spell. His fingers were wrapped with green fluorescence and said to Ertong, who was looking around vigilantly and giving cold eyes to everyone who approached:

"Although it is a world of assassins, there shouldn't be assassins everywhere even in a public square like this, right? This is too outrageous."

"No, John, Jason's feeling is right."

Barbara pointed to the top of her head with a serious face and said:

"I just hacked into 27 surveillance cameras in different directions. After switching to infrared mode, I found that at least more than 100 people in the square were carrying assassins and guns.

If you count knives and liquid toxins, there will probably be more people.

He is not exaggerating.

There are really assassins everywhere here!"

"Fuck! I saw a ghost."

Zha Kang's face changed.

He cast the spell faster, and Mason's hand was already on the kinetic pistol on his waist. He and Ertong protected this place on the left and right. If there was anything wrong, they would shoot.

Barbara threw out two palm-sized "Pterodactyl" drones and controlled them with brain prostheses to hover around, focusing on those guys who were found carrying weapons.

Her expression was also quite serious.

Although he has already stepped into the realm of superhumans, it is not a good feeling to be with a group of professional killers who are pretending to be normal people and enjoying life in the square but are still ready to draw their guns at any time.

It is as uncomfortable as a robber rushing into a bank to work and just happened to encounter Foboler's payday.

A minute later, a portal to New York City in this world was built. Zha Kang rushed in first, and the three followed closely and left the dangerous square.

But as they disappeared in the scenery of the Eiffel Tower, somewhere in this square, the screen of a special camera used for monitoring also went black at the same time.

"Record!"

In a busy, super-large office area far away from here, an office lady with black-framed glasses and a cool tattoo on her neck kept typing on the keyboard in front of her to call up some complex data, and reported to the communicator at hand in professional and elegant French:

"The first phase of monitoring of the new space-time disturbance event has ended. Its energy characteristics are exactly the same as the fluctuations generated when the space-time disturbance event No. 307 occurred 77 days ago in the record.

Preliminary certification is an outsider who has entered this world for the second time.

But according to the appearance characteristics obtained by real-time monitoring, it is judged that he is not the remaining member of the "K" team.

At the same time, based on According to the results of a series of high-risk warnings caused by the 307th time-space disturbance event, the time-space disturbance should be assigned as a "level 3 event".

It needs to be submitted to the European headquarters for evaluation and at least one "saint" should be sent to observe closely until the time-space disturbance event ends.

Saint No. 19 of the French headquarters is waiting for the departure order. "

A moment later, a low reply came from her communicator:

"Level 3 event response process initiated, the 307th time-space disturbance event is taken over by the North American headquarters, and the French branch monitoring is over. Thank you for your information. "

"Huh?"

This reply surprised the office lady.

She pushed her glasses and asked:

"Why did the North American headquarters take over this incident? This is totally against the procedure! The 307th time-space disturbance incident caused the French branch to lose the important holy relic, the Golden Apple. We regard it as a shame and are always ready to wash away our failure.

The recovery of the holy relic should be done by us!"

The other side of the communicator was silent for a moment, and then replied:

"First, the target is suspected to have used space teleportation to land in New York, which is the sphere of influence of the North American branch. It is natural for them to take over.

Second, this matter involves the holy relic, the Golden Apple, and it is not something that a single branch can deal with alone.

Finally, the time for the third impact event is approaching, and according to the instructions of the Elder Council, we are about to launch a worldwide "net closing" operation.

All the saints and masters under the European headquarters will be involved in the inevitable brutal encirclement and suppression operations. Under such circumstances, it is not in line with our plan to weaken your strength.

Do you have anything else to ask? my sisters. "

Miss OL pursed her lips, and after a moment of silence, she replied:

"Order confirmed! The French branch of the Brotherhood will no longer interfere in the space-time disturbance incident No. 307."

"very good."

The voice on the communicator became calmer and he said:

"Now send over the information you collected."

The girl in charge of monitoring and information collection immediately stood up, picked up the printed photos of the four members of Team K and walked to a fax machine to transmit them to the North American headquarters.

The information shelf next to the fax machine is already densely filled with various information about space-time disturbance events.

They were collected in teams in categories. Not only did they contain the portraits and specific information of the members of the Society of Stars who entered the world, but some files even included analysis of their weaknesses.

There are also some documents placed on the information shelf on the other side, but the heads of the members of the Star Club on those documents are marked with a big X.

This means that the assassination operation against these people has ended.

And the deaths of these lackeys of the Star Society are all because they are too close to the "reality" that is deliberately hidden in this world.

After the young lady finished transmitting the information about Mason and others, she turned around and put the photos of the four people into one of the folders labeled "K".

The photos stored in it, except for Old K, have all been marked with death marks. These photos marked with red Xs represent the truth about the last time that Old K's team was destroyed.

Mason's judgment is completely accurate, this B-level world is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

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"ah!"

On the other side, as the four Masons walked out of Zha Kang's portal, Barbara covered her forehead and let out a cry of pain. There was a strange red shimmer in the pupil of her left eye. She raised her head and glanced at the night sky, then said to Mason:

"Someone is monitoring us. The monitoring signal transition was very sudden this time, so I caught it. I tried to track it in reverse but failed. The other party's technology level is very high.

At least it's much higher than what we have over there. "

"So we've been discovered?"

Zha Kang, who was a little weak due to the cross-continental teleportation, looked around, pinched a ball of sparks with his fingers, blew out a smoke ring and said:

"Will crazy killers rush out from all sides in the next second to kill us?"

"Most likely not."

Mason took out the golden apple in his bag and looked at it. He shook his head and said:

"If they wanted to attack us in the square just now, they should do it. Now only surveillance proves that they have no plans to take further action.

But it turns out this place is more dangerous than we imagined.

And I guess once we dig deeper into the secrets of this thing, there's going to be more to us than just being monitored.

John, you go to the Star Club to get some information in the safe zone in New York, and use your sociability skills. Once we need help, you can hire a group of people from there. "

"OK."

Constantine did not refuse. He glanced at the three Masons and said:

"What about you?"

"Let's go to Abstergo's New York headquarters. We should be able to find the information we need there."

Mason glanced at the advertisements for new drugs that were constantly dancing on the neon billboard outside the alley. That thing had already helped him get the address of Abstergo Company clearly.

He rubbed his forehead.

Recalling the inheritance and evolution of the Assassins and Templars in his mind and the frightening scenes of the miraculous Assassin Masters fighting unmatched among thousands of troops, he said to the three people beside him:

"But again, the sooner the better. I'm starting to have an ominous feeling."

"ah!"

As soon as Mason finished speaking, Barbara let out another cry of pain.

Her mouth twitched and she said:

"Seven data intrusions in a row, and this time a mutant Trojan horse virus was used. Damn it! I just burned their data interface in reverse, but I guess it won't be delayed for long.

If Judy hadn't replaced me with the most advanced operating system of the Afterlife Team that comes with its own anti-hacking protocol, I would have really been tricked this time.

But it's not a problem to be beaten passively like this all the time.

Come on, Mason.

Find their network security identification code before my operating system's firewall is breached, otherwise my brain will be filled with viruses! "

"You chose it yourself, who can blame you?"

Mason curled his lips and said:

"Next time, do you want Judy to install some anti-virus software or something in your brain? Don't wait until the system suddenly shuts down while you and Grayson are kissing each other. It will be hard to explain."