Chapter 225 23 I Am Mason Cooper Most of the Time, and Occasionally I Will Be a Guest in Miracle

Chapter 225 23. I’m Mason Cooper most of the time, with an occasional Miracle guest appearance

Batman, who received Mason's call, was standing in front of the porthole of a lounge at the watchtower base, looking out from the Earth's orbit with a certain tiredness.

He saw the remnants of a shattered world.

A few hours ago, the Justice League used three imitation mother box bombs to shatter the center of the earth and the continental shelf of the incoming world. Before it crossed the boundary of the plane and affected their own world, a group of spellcasting masters Disassemble it as a whole during operation.

The whole process went smoothly.

It didn't even cause any ripples under the cover of the world-covering barrier presided over by Doctor Fate himself.

Except for the mobilized actors, K-Team, and some capable people, this night was no different from last night for most people in the Gotham world.

Countless people fell asleep peacefully, unaware that their existence had just passed death.

But for Bruce Wayne, who personally presided over and participated in this operation, this process did not make him feel relaxed.

Especially at a moment when the world is shattering before his eyes, all Batman feels is a heavier worry and an unspeakable pessimism.

At this time, a group of heroes who can survive in the space environment, headed by Superman, are cleaning up the debris of the world outside the orbit. Most of the collapsed fragments have been pulled back to their original planes in the rewinding of dimensions.

But there are still some traces that must be cleared away.

Frankly speaking, this scene really felt like the murderers were taking the time to clean up the scene after a murder.

At this time, facing Mason's meaningful inquiry, the master was silent for a moment, first activated the data encryption he always carried with him to prevent the call from being eavesdropped, and then whispered:

"Did you see it with your own eyes?"

"No, I just returned from another world and got bad news from my companions."

Mason didn't hide anything. This moment was not a good time to pretend to be the Riddler. In the howling wind of Miller Harbor, he said directly:

"My companion is in your hands, is the Kite Man still alive?"

"Diana watched him herself in the lockup."

The master also answered frankly:

"He didn't suffer much, although when Superman caught him, he resisted fiercely and wanted to commit suicide by taking poison. I have to say, Charles Brown is very loyal to you, Mason. He was not so stubborn when he was under Zhou Kerr.

What are you going to do next? "

The master paused and asked:

"Escape? Still."

"I already called you, Bruce."

Mason breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"And you owe me a favor."

"Favors can't be used on things like this."

The old man refused:

"I can guarantee that you and your companions will not be harmed, provided that you cooperate and come to the watchtower to 'live' for a period of time. Selina told me that you have some kind of taboo and cannot tell too much truth.

But I think we can always find a tactful way to get what both parties desperately need. "

"You know that's impossible!"

Mason was also unambiguous and refused directly:

"That means we will be exposed to 'them', that means we will become traitors and be targeted and hunted for a long time by an organization that spans countless worlds.

It's not that I don't trust your abilities.

I would rather cooperate with you than with them, but not now.

Let me get this straight, Bruce.

I'm making this call to have a showdown with you, not with the Justice League or anyone else.

I trust you to keep the secret and fully understand why it is necessary, but I do not trust the people around you, even if they are a group of outstanding defenders and fighters. "

The young man coughed a few times and said:

"Selena should have told you that the Stars Club still has many informants in this world. From the darkest perspective, I have to pessimistically regard all members of the Justice League except you as potential threats.

Bruce, I want Charles back safe!

In exchange, I'll give you a 'personal' gift, something that will definitely satisfy you and your friends and shut up. "

"It is indeed necessary to think carefully. Maybe we can meet."

After thinking for a long time, the master said:

"Having seen firsthand the trouble we face, I believe I can convince some credible people."

"No, I only trust you now, especially when you have already destroyed a world with your own hands."

Mason shook his head and said:

"I don't know if this decision was made by you, but the act itself means that I must be wary of you."

"There are no living people in that world. We detected it seven times in various ways before taking action! We can ensure this. It is full of wandering zombies without any trace of life."

Batman said with emphasis:

"No one was harmed by this operation, and you know, we have to do it."

"Your tone sounds like a weak excuse for a child who has done something wrong. Bruce, you know this is wrong."

Mason snorted and said:

"Perhaps you can convince yourself that it is a world infested with monsters and there is no need to save it. For the sake of your own world and people, you must do the right thing.

I can't find any fault with it, and I'm not an extreme Mary-hearted person.

But I just have one question for you.

You can destroy it this time, but what will you do next time? "

The captain of Team K said to the other end of the phone:

"Let us assume that if a great epidemic breaks out next time in the world you encounter, more than 99% of all life will have been extinct and transformed into bloodthirsty monsters, leaving only 1% of the living alive everywhere in the world. in the refuge.

When the time left for you is no longer enough to find and rescue them, will you make the same choice?

You can convince yourself with the same reasoning.

Your own world is obviously more important.

So the next time, if that world has 30% life left, the next time, it has 50% life left. I could go on and on, but I think you get my point.

Once path dependence is developed, it will lead to terrible consequences.

The first step of destroying the world is always the most difficult to overcome, but once you have the first time, it is not that difficult to make the second decision.

It will make sense the third time, and you may even start to look forward to the fourth time.

Especially driven by the noble reason that you have an entire world to protect, I'm sure some of you will end up taking credit for this destruction.

Phew, you may think that I am just nitpicking over a necessary rescue and a great victory, but I want to tell you, that is not the case!

Bruce!

I have just returned from a world that was destroyed.

Like you, I witnessed the destruction of two worlds, but unlike you who simply destroyed the zombie planet, I saved the last 1% of survivors in that world."

Mason closed his eyes and said:

“There are less than 1 million people left there, and it is also a zombie-infested doomsday wasteland, which perfectly fits the most extreme situation I just described.

If it had collided with our world this time, would your decisions have been different? Between 7 billion people and 1 million people, which one is more important when they are placed at both ends of the scale?

If we can choose the majority with peace of mind, then one day in the future, when there is a world with more lives than us, we will face the difficult choice of one of us having to die.

Can we face the outcome of self-sacrifice calmly? "

Mason paused, looked up at the stars again, and said:

"The choice that the stars will make is to ignore it. They will discard it as 'of no value'. The Justice League just got off to a bad start, which means that you may also become another one in the future." The stars will meet'.

And Bruce, have you ever thought deeply about why the stars carry out large-scale 'pollution' in the parallel world system? "

This question silenced the master.

He looked at the dark stars outside the porthole, and could still vaguely see the remains of some strange zombie-like creatures that were thrown into the debris of the stars after the world exploded, turning into space junk and wandering aimlessly.

After thinking for nearly a minute, Batman replied dumbly:

“They want to make us feel more at ease when we make such cruel decisions, and remove the pressure from our decision-making so that we realize that selfishness and salvation can coexist.

When all the survivors have their hands stained with blood, no one can hold up the moral arch with confidence.

If this is a competition, then they are setting the rules of the competition, extinguishing the spark of communication and sending everyone into a dark forest of naked life and death.

They are creating a group of stars who speak with violence.

If they can provoke more divisions between good and evil while looking for collaborators, it will give them an advantage when entering the 'finals'.

This is a vicious ethical trap, and we have just stepped into it. "

"You still see clearly. I only realized this after being reminded by others."

Mason laughed and said:

“What they are doing is pushing an already bad situation into the worst possible zero-sum game, but I think there is another aspect to this besides beating the hell out of each other’s minds among the world that has survived the impact. kind of solution.

I haven't found a way yet.

I don't even have a train of thought.

But I think we should give it a try, after all we still have some time.

I hope I can get your help in this process. Team K has reached this point, and we will continue to lurk in that organization to find more truth and information.

I'll run the process.

As for you.

I hope you can cooperate with us in covering up your identity.

I think there are opportunities in any crisis. For example, if this conflict is run well, it can wash away our suspicion of betrayal.

After the irreconcilable conflict between Team K and the most powerful group of guardians in the world, our promotion in the Association of Stars will only go smoother.

After all, they have never given up on infiltrating this dangerous Transcendent A Grade country.

They need us.

Therefore, we who show just the right value will also be safe.

Give me the weakness of the watchtower's defense system, Bruce, and you don't have to worry about the rest. "

"Is it really a fake show?"

The master asked.

Mason shook his head and said:

"No matter how fake you pretend, you will be discovered, so this time it has to be real! You don't have to work hard to make a plan for us. You just need to be a little more relaxed when there is a real conflict. Don't use the 'reverse' in your private database." K-Squad tactics are really put to use.”

"Um."

The master nodded.

He looked at the dark sea of ​​stars in front of him. After a few seconds of silence, he said:

"Mason, can I trust you?"

"I have no idea."

Mason said:

“But you can trust Selina, and I will deliver your gift to Wayne Manor, a ‘conqueror’ from a violent organization that is part of the higher authority of the Stellaris Council.

He must have many, many secrets in his mind.

I originally wanted to do it myself, but for now I'll leave it to you. How much you can dig out depends on your skills.

In addition, I have an ‘communication representative’ here from a B-level world that also resists the tyranny of the Star Council. He represents a powerful civilization that has repelled the infiltration of the Star Council head-on.

They are looking for collaborators, and it would be ideal for you to contact them.

You can also choose people you trust to slowly join our 'secret agreement'. I absolutely trust your prudence in this regard, but don't let them know too much yet.

After all, Clark Kent has a wife and children, Diana Prince also has her tribe mother, and even you, Bruce, you have your lover, family and children.

We all have weaknesses.

But now that I’ve said that, I have to ask. "

The young man raised his eyebrows and said:

"In such a lively event, didn't the Dark Lord jump out to make his presence felt? You have dealt with him before, right?"

"The passage to Apokolips and even the entire fourth dimension was completely closed a few years ago. Not only Darkseid, but other cosmic villains have also disappeared."

The master whispered:

"They obviously don't intend to get involved in this, but that's a good thing. We really don't have that much energy to deal with them in the current situation."

"Where's the Moebius chair?"

Mason narrowed his eyes and asked:

"Is that thing in your hands? Before you decided to destroy a world to save your own, didn't anyone suggest sitting on it to inquire about the truth of the universe?"

"Mason."

The master looked back with strong exhaustion.

He glanced at the futuristic technology chair behind him that was covered by a piece of magic silk, and he said softly:

"How do you think this cruel decision was made and everyone agreed? I asked it myself and this was the advice it gave me and it said this was the only way."

"Well, that must be the way you asked the question is wrong."

Mason said:

"I don't believe that mutual destruction is the ultimate answer to everything. Maybe it's because you didn't ask the right question. You should try it next time."

"Do you believe in miracles? Even after seeing all this?"

The master asked quietly.

Mason did not answer immediately. After a few seconds of silence, he said:

"Yes, Bruce, I believe in miracles."

He hung up the phone.

The moment he put the flip phone into his pocket, Mason said the second half of the sentence he didn't say:

"After all, I am a miracle myself"

He said this to himself and raised his head to look at the sky full of stars.

Those stars shine.

Like gorgeous diamonds on a dark curtain filled with cruelty.

"No matter who sent me here, I believe their purpose is definitely not just to let me watch and record the collapse and destruction of an entire parallel world system.

This is a super difficult 'assessment'. "

Mason let out a sigh of relief. Under the empty night sky of Miller Harbor, he put his hands in the pockets of his gray windbreaker, looked up at the stars and whispered:

"The answer is hidden under this starry sky, and my mission here is to find it. But this question is really too difficult."

He lowered his head, took out a pack of Silka cigarettes prepared for Zha Kang from his bag, popped one out and held it in his mouth. This action made the black Sorting Hat on his head dissatisfied.

Mr. Hat scolded:

"Hey, Mason, minors are not allowed to smoke!"

"Today is my 18th birthday. It was just past twelve o'clock two minutes ago. I have become an adult."

Mason rubbed out a ball of fire without raising his head.

As the first wisp of smoke rose, he puffed away like a skilled smoker and said:

"This is definitely the worst birthday of my short life, and given the circumstances, I think Mr. Hat you should be more tolerant of me.

Just for the sake of me personally capturing a conqueror you hate so much.

You probably should."

"Dudu"

Before he finished speaking, the phone in his pocket vibrated twice.

In surprise, Mason picked up the phone and opened the cover, and several messages popped up in succession.

There are ones from Catwoman, from Nightwing, from Barbara and her dad Gordon, and from Doctor Leslie and Harley Quinn.

The top text message came from the master far away in space, and their contents were surprisingly consistent.

"Happy birthday, Mason."

"Well"

Mason curled his lips and threw the still ringing cell phone back into his pocket. He raised his head again and looked at the unchanged night sky. He took a deep breath of smoke and threw the cigarette that he had only taken a puff on to the ground and stamped it out.

He complained:

"Look at what these bastards are trying to do by being so sentimental. I almost cried. Ah, I must be too hungry. Look, my saliva is flowing out of my eyes."