Chapter 229 27 The Name of the Superior Institution Is Indeed High-End and Classy.

Chapter 229 27. The name of the superior organization is really high-end and classy.

At one o'clock in the morning that night, the "Big Three" of Team K, who had completed a brief overhaul, crossed the World Gate and returned to Miller Port.

Mason threw out the Batmobile and prepared to set off. The car was originally used for fire support, but with the continuous increase in the firepower projection level of Team K, the importance of the non-flying Batmobile has decreased a lot.

But in order to ensure that everything is used to its full potential, Mason, with the help of Doctor Octopus, used the equipment in Osborne Tower to complete the secondary modification.

The space for storing eight spare tires and some electronic jamming equipment was removed and converted into a passenger seat.

In this way, the sports car Batmobile, which could only seat two people, lost its style and became an ordinary car that could seat four people, and six people could also be squeezed in.

The poor old man's cool car designed with the wisdom of the Wayne Group's technology research and development department has become a troop transporter here in Team K. If he gets a driver's license, he can even play the role of Didi Hitch in Gotham.

If the Batmobile had thoughts, it would probably be jumping up and down and cursing.

But the atmosphere in the car was not lively at this time.

Although Selina was sitting in the main driver's seat, she was not driving. The sad-looking elder sister held a lady's cigarette and tilted her head to look out the window. The steering wheel covered with buttons moved by itself and planned the route by itself, carrying a car of people to Wayne Manor.

The smart AI veteran driver Delaman is now the driver.

It wanted to say a few witty words to liven up the atmosphere, but after observing the expressions of the passengers through the camera in the car, it rationally remained silent.

"This car is good."

The only one of the four people who was in the mood to speak was the guy who was about to be given away as a "gift".

Arnim Zola, who had changed his "clothes", moved his mechanical feet and sat in the lower back seat. He twisted his camera head to observe the various instruments inside the Batmobile. There was a screen on the quadrilateral "sandbox prison" as the belly, projecting his face composed of green data streams.

Mason fulfilled the agreement and gave him a robot body so that he could move freely, but the imprisonment agreement imposed by Ultra himself ensured that Zora's data consciousness could not go beyond the line for the next six months.

The weirdest part about this matter is that Zora was imprisoned by Ms. Ultra voluntarily.

He felt that this was an opportunity to express his sincerity to the perfect data life that was one life form higher than him.

Well, the "licking dogs" in data life seem to be not much different from the licking dogs born in flesh and blood creatures.

I don't know what this guy talked about with Ultra in the database of Osborne Tower. He seems to be in a good mood now, without any depression about being imprisoned for a long time or even being "tortured".

He even has the mood to comment on the Batmobile.

"The overall design is tough and majestic. It integrates resources to the best of its ability without using any technology that is beyond the times, nor does it blindly pile up armor and weapons. The designer obviously puts mobility and stealth performance first.

Add to that the special appearance, and it is indeed a masterpiece.

If Red Skull sees this thing, he will definitely try to get one to collect. He also has his own hobbies. His garage is full of artworks from various eras."

Dr. Zola twisted the camera on his body and looked at Mason, who was expressionless beside him. He said:

"But this automatic driving The AI ​​driving the car is quite interesting. It has been observing and monitoring me. Is this your trophy? Or is it the internal "welfare" of your small organization? "

"Be quiet."

Mason rubbed his forehead and said:

"Considering your current situation, I always feel that your mental state is worrying because of your high spirits. Did Ms. Ott cast a "love spell" on you?"

"I just want to remind you, Mason."

Dr. Zora pretended to yawn on the display screen and said in his sharp and dark tone:

"This level of AI can already hide its thoughts. You carry it with you. It is indeed convenient to carry it with you, but it will collect your information and data and report it to its real owner.

So if I am not mistaken, your superiors should have known that you spared my life. Be prepared to face the questioning.

Mason, technology is a blessing.

But it can only be used to the best effect in the hands of those who can truly control it. "

His reminder made the expressions of the three people in the car change slightly. Catwoman, who was sitting in the main driver's seat, glanced at the steering wheel in front of her and asked:

"Delaman, is what he said true?"

"Swish"

A big bald man in a white suit The man's head appeared on the screen of the Batmobile, and he spoke in the steady tone that is unique to AI:

"The environmental information collection module has indeed been turned on, but because the cross-world information communication channel has been blocked before, the information about the war in the Caribbean world has not been sent to the main server.

This operation requires the authorization of Passenger No. 1.

Before sending, does Passenger No. 1 need to delete or modify the information?"

"Can't you just pretend you didn't see it?"

Zha Kang on the co-pilot asked with a gloomy face, and the image of Delaman on the screen maintained a professional smile and said:

"Passenger No. 1 can issue an instruction to turn off the environmental information collection module. I want to clarify to everyone that this is not deception, but that the edge function is turned on by default by factory design.

And your captors are trying to sow friendship between you passengers and the Delamain Transport Service. "

"No need to explain, Delamain, and no need to delete it, just send it directly."

Mason in the back seat closed his eyes and said:

"We did not kill Collypso with a hunter's sword. This fact itself cannot be concealed. It is better to say it straightforwardly than to cover it up in a time-consuming and laborious manner.

I'd really like to see their reaction to this. "

"Instruction received, message is being sent."

The image of Delamain on the screen nodded, then disappeared and the car became quiet again.

"Are you testing them?"

Dr. Zola raised his eyebrows with interest and said to Mason:

"You are so skilled at doing this kind of thing that challenges the bottom line. You do it often, right? I guess you are definitely not a model employee."

Mason didn't answer.

But this guy Zola seemed to have opened up a chatterbox. He kept talking:

"Since we are about to part ways, I think I should give you some reminders, Team K. Let this be your reward for sparing my life.

These alerts are free, do you want to listen? "

"Is there anyone here stopping you from talking? Monster robot!"

Catwoman, who was sitting in the driver's seat, said impatiently:

"If you want to speak, just speak. If you don't want to speak, just shut up. No one will treat you as a mute."

"Yo, this elegant lady looks upset, but that's okay, I've always been a gentleman when I was alive."

Dr. Zola chuckled.

The data cheek on the screen of his mechanical body suddenly changed, as if the resolution had been adjusted, making him return to the round-faced, bald, small-eyed look he had when he was alive.

He coughed and said in a tone more like a living person:

"K Team, the third impact is happening, but it will be over soon. It's just that the days ahead for the Stars Association are destined to be difficult. You have to plan in advance.

Look, the current pattern of the parallel world is that whether it is accidental or man-made, all worlds that have the ability to predict the impact have made preparations in their own way.

Most of them are wearing strong armor and are ready to fight.

Three consecutive attacks that have lasted for twenty years have wiped out all the weak ones, leaving only ruthless characters. As the pioneers of the pathfinder, you are about to usher in a quite terrifying wave of 'consumption'. "

Dr. Zola grinned and said:

“But isn’t that why the stars exist?

You are pioneers and explorers, our eyes and our scouts.

Except when the impact actually occurs, most of the actions at other times rely on the information you provide, but unfortunately, because the personnel are too mixed, the loyalty of your mixed group has always been a big problem.

It's like a training base for young people!

There have been many bad betrayals before you, so when I saw you setting an ambush for me in that ocean world, I was really not surprised at all.

But as I said, the good days of wanton looting are over, and now comes the tough stuff. They have been raising dogs for twenty years, and now it's time for you, the well-fed hunting dogs, to really shed your blood.

I should say goodbye to you at this time.

Because maybe we won’t have the chance to meet again. "

"You mean, most of the next mission targets of the Stars Association's pioneer team will be those dangerous worlds where special situations occur?"

Zha Kang blew out a smoke ring and asked.

"Don't think so much, dear John Constantine."

Dr. Zola bared his teeth and said unceremoniously:

"You have to understand your position clearly. In the eyes of the higher-ups, you are just a group of useful and cheap cannon fodder. The right to explore and plunder in various worlds is given to you to make up for the professional risk that you will die at any time.

Now that you have eaten enough of the benefits, you will surely bleed.

To be honest, instead of continuing to stay in the Society of Stars, which is about to be precarious, I suggest that you really make up your mind and change your mind to the Cleaner system, at least you will not be inexplicably consumed in some strange world.

You see, if you can make it easier for me here, I can help you introduce him.

Team K can defeat me with various arrangements, which shows that you are not ordinary people. There is no need to worry that you will be transformed into cannon fodder after surrendering.

You will probably all make excellent conquerors.

Enjoy special monthly allowances, own a territory in the beautiful garden world and be a local bully. Anything you want will be delivered to you as soon as possible.

In the current context of the death of all things, it would be good to allow yourself to live a comfortable life for a while on the journey to the end.

I'm not trying to seduce you.

I believe you are not so easily tempted, but smart people know to always leave a way out for themselves. Just as you violated the wishes of your superiors and spared my life, I am also willing to give you one more choice. "

"Thanks, we'll keep it in mind."

Mason curled his lips and said:

"If I am desperate in the future, I will rescue you from Batman's dark prison and follow you to the 'free world'.

I promise! "

"etc!"

Dr. Zora, who had just looked indifferent, suddenly changed his expression. His face kept changing on the screen on his stomach, and his voice returned to the electronic sound of a robot.

He screamed:

"You want to give me to Batman? Let me ask first, is it the kind that can laugh? Or the kind that can't laugh?"

"Is there a difference?"

Mason raised his eyebrows and asked deliberately.

Zora stared at him with his camera head and said sternly:

"If it's the madman who laughs and kills, I'd rather you tear me down here! The execution unit in the Conqueror Sequence of the Cleaners is the Dark Bat Knights.

I know what they are.

Well, you don't seem surprised by your expression."

"If an organization that takes advantage of the collapse of the parallel world to become bigger and stronger and absorbs people from all walks of life doesn't even have a Batman who laughs, I'll be really disappointed.

Looking at your terrible appearance, I know that they are probably not likable characters on your side."

Mason shook his head and stopped discussing this uncomfortable topic. He said:

"Don't try to persuade surrender and escape. Let me ask you, Zora, before you arrived, the Cleaners used a weapon against the gods but it didn't work. Do you know what it is?"

"Black Death Sword."

Dr. Zola, who felt unlucky when he learned that he was going to be given to Batman, did not hide it and said:

"It is also called the God-killing Sword. It is a trophy from a conflict during the Second Impact. It has been highly damaged but still has super strong suppression on all divine creatures. It is often used to carry out the task of capturing divinity.

If I am not mistaken, you should have recovered that thing in some way.

Listen to my advice, young man, stay away from that evil thing. Those who hold it will not end well."

"Thanks for the reminder, I will."

Mason nodded, and after a few seconds of silence, the guy said:

"In fact, you don't have to rush to attack us. You just need to wait patiently. Maybe we will fall apart when the next impact occurs.

Do you know why?"

"John, you answer it."

Mason was not even interested in answering this question.

He snapped his fingers and designated the smart guy from Team K to answer for him. Zha Kang curled his lips, blew a puff of smoke and said:

"There are only so many Earths. After the worlds that have nothing to do with you and are regarded as your targets are destroyed, those suppressed internal conflicts will burst out.

If two vassal worlds in your organization collide, which one will you favor?

The worlds that can join you are unwilling to die quietly and choose to fight hard. The desire to survive alone will make you fight to the death with each other in the end."

"Smart!"

Dr. Zola grinned and said:

"Look, I know a lot of people in this organization. Many people I know are pessimistic about the future, and this is why. All the unity at present is only temporary. There will be a war in the future, and the survivors will have to speak with strength.

That is a darker and crueler future that can be foreseen. The world with brains has long been preparing for a cruel civil war.

But it doesn't matter.

Living is just a process, and death is the end.

For someone like me who has already experienced death, who wins and who loses is none of my business?

Now I only care about what Ms. Ultra promised. She said that as long as I can survive all this, she will take me into cyberspace to help me perfect my body."

Zora sneered a few times, like a ten The madman who was full of energy, he manipulated his mechanical body of the sandbox prison, posed in a comfortable posture, and said to Mason:

"I also want to thank you for capturing me, so that I can live a few months of easy life without having to travel between worlds to destroy things I have never heard of."

"Then, last question."

Mason glanced at the time on his watch, he sat up straight, stared at Zora, and asked:

"What is the name of the 'superior organization' we have been talking about?"

"I thought you would ask some more important questions, such as the number of conquerors or our supreme commander, or the coordinates of our strongholds And the dimensional location of the headquarters.

Fortunately, you didn't ask these sensitive questions, so I didn't have to answer you at the risk of formatting the data.

It's really refreshing to talk to you, Mason Cooper. "

Dr. Zola on the screen closed his eyes and complained. After a few seconds, he let out a long breath and said:

"It's called the 'Hope Council', an organization with hope in its name but always brings despair to others. Be careful, Mason, your K team and all your collaborators.

You want to move a mountain, but you are not even an ant in front of it. "

"Hope Council"

Mason savored the name.

He shook his head and took out his mobile phone to look at it, and said to the artificial intelligence driving:

"Old Germany, pull over, I want to call our 'consignee'. "