Chapter 307 6 Well, Now the Expired Parent Exchange Voucher Is Useless

Chapter 307 6. Yes, now the expired parents’ redemption coupon is useless.

When the master took out a dirty, bloody card from his low-key luxury suit worth at least a string of zeros, Mason realized something was not right.

And after the master said that he figured out Mason's life experience, the captain's expression management got out of control on the spot.

This is not to say that he has any obsession with his life experience in this world.

The original soul of this body had long been freed by the wine bottle that fell from the sky. When Mason's soul woke up in this strange world, everything before it had nothing to do with him anymore.

What really shocked Mason was the master's behavior itself.

While he was busy maintaining the non-existent "order" in Gotham, helping the Justice League get out of the shadow of failure, and secretly planning to deal with the possible invasion of the Stellar Society and perfecting his own tactics, this busy man actually didn't forget To help Mason find his life experience.

To be honest, Mason himself doesn't care much about this matter. It's really hard for the master to be so concerned about it.

He really made me cry to death!

Although Mason had already guessed that this was the master's method to maintain the relationship between the two and win him over, when he took the blood-stained card, there was still a silent feeling flowing in Mason's heart.

Just a little bit different!

He felt that maybe he should tell Bruce about the existence of Thomas and Martha, so that the pain of bereavement he had endured for thirty years could be relieved.

But Mason is sensible after all.

Telling the truth about the old man and Mrs. Clown in this situation will not make Bruce feel happy, it will only add unnecessary trouble to him.

Moreover, he is still the best detective in the world, and his brain is absolutely sufficient, so I’ll leave it to the master to discover the truth slowly.

After all, Batboy, who doesn't trust anyone, will only believe in the secrets he finds with his own hands, and he must enjoy playing tricks on others.

"Didn't you say that all the information on the Gotham Orphanage was destroyed?"

Mason looked at the blood-stained card in his hand and said:

"Where did you find it?"

"I asked Barry to venture back in time to the night you were sent to the orphanage."

The master didn't hide anything.

He looked around the office and said:

"All your secrets about your life experience have been revealed by Barry, but it will probably take you some time to accept this shocking fact.

Mason, you are not from our world.

You were sent here.

And your experience of being adopted by Robert Cooper is also full of secrets. It was an unexpected result of a failed robbery operation. It was Barry who prevented those unknown people from taking you away. "

"I'm really not surprised at all."

Mason listened to the master's story with a dull face.

He should have expressed great surprise at this, but considering all the clues that had been discovered before, this conclusion is naturally reasonable.

However, he did not immediately check the ancient secret represented by the card in his hand. Instead, he put it away and looked at John Wick who was following Bruce.

He always makes a clear distinction between personal matters and business matters.

"So, you've been in contact with Batman?"

Mason asked.

Wick nodded, glanced at Bruce Wayne beside him, and said in a brief tone:

"He's a good partner and he has a keen and vigilant quality that I appreciate, but the rest of the Justice League needs to be watched."

"I plan to officially introduce Wick to the Justice League tomorrow."

The master was sitting on the sofa, his eyes fell on the strange disk on the display shelf in the office, and while observing with a weak headache, he said to Mason:

"This is a great opportunity to get involved. The Justice League now needs new blood, and Wick's abilities and beliefs are a good fit for the Justice League.

Of course, he must suppress his excessive desire for aggression during this period.

Taking this opportunity, he can also legitimately join Barry's transformation project of the cosmic treadmill. It takes three months to complete our first communication with the Isu world.

Only then can a powerful alliance be formed to counter the evil intentions of the Star Society. "

"That's okay too."

Mason leaned against his desk and said:

"But Wick may have to live a 'dual identity' life for a while. The Assassin's League is about to face a reorganization, and I will select someone to take charge of this matter.

Wick's understanding of the assassin's ways and his abilities will help this move forward. "

"I have no problem!"

The top killer said expressionlessly:

"Identity replacement and trace concealment are our basic skills. In addition, I am personally very interested in the assassin heritage of this world."

"Then it's settled."

Mason pointed to the door and said:

"In the third box on the left, there is a set of Isu Assassin Master's uniform and matching weapons specially made for you, as well as contact information. If you need service in the future, you can come here at any time.

My personal secretary, Miss Hua Zi, has entered your identity into the system, so there is no need to worry about being attacked. "

"Um."

Wick nodded, turned around and left neatly.

But when he walked out of the office door, he happened to meet Judy and Barbara, who were walking over holding some electronic equipment and talking and laughing.

Fortunately for Batgirl, she had met Wick before.

But it was the first time Judy had seen this guy. When she saw that face, she immediately exclaimed:

"Johnny Silverhand! How could you be here, you idiot! Wait, weren't you dead a long time ago? Your personality data is missing in the black wall."

This familiar name made John Wick frown.

He didn't know who the so-called "Johnny Silverhand" was, but Mason called him by this name many times. Although he was a cold-blooded killer, Wick also had some complaints about it.

What's wrong with these people in the Star Club?

Is their eyesight so bad?

Always mistaking themselves.

"My name is John Wick!"

He emphasized to Judy, who was circling around him and amazed:

"I don't know a guy named Johnny Silverhand."

"But I know him!"

Judy, a little excited, searched in her bag.

Finally, he took out a very worn poster and opened it in front of Wick, pointing at the coquettish man with frog-eye glasses, a pilot jacket and jeans, and a silver mechanical arm, and said:

"Look! Look for yourself! Do you two look exactly the same?"

"This"

Even though Wick didn't believe it in his heart, he knew that the poster in front of him must be more than a few decades old just by looking at the degree of wear and tear. I think the people in the Star Club would not make this thing to joke with him no matter how bored they were.

He frowned and stared at the rock singer on the poster who looked almost exactly like him, but with a completely different demeanor and temperament. After a few seconds, he said:

"This Silver Hand. What does he do in your place?"

"He's a lunatic!"

Judy snorted, chewed gum and hugged her arms and said:

"He blew up the Arasaka Tower and killed tens of thousands of people. Although some people say he is a hero who resisted corporate hegemony, I think he is an unreasonable psychopath."

"Really?"

Wick had a blank expression on his face.

But he was more interested in himself in another world.

He wanted to ask more, but the elevator door opened at this moment.

Ms. Arasaka Hanako, who strode out with several employees and had a strong female demeanor, saw Judy and John Wick beside her at a glance.

At this moment, Ms. Hanako made a gesture of drawing a gun. Although she did not have a weapon in her hand, her gesture itself represented her resistance and disgust to "Johnny Silverhand".

"You bastard who deserves to go to hell! Silverhand."

Ms. Hanako, who showed considerable respect in front of Mason, said with disgust:

"It was your anarchist ideas that poisoned my brother. He could have become an excellent leader, but you made him die worthless."

"I'm not... Well, forget it, you can say whatever you want."

The cold-faced killer Wick wanted to explain, but he finally gave up.

This kind of thing cannot be explained, just like when your evil twin did something bad and was blamed on you, you have to endure it even if you are unhappy.

"Tsk, a pretentious corporate dog!"

Judy waved her fist at Huazi, who was as cold as ice at the moment, with disdain, and then took Barbara to the computer room she chose, where she would build a new cross-world secret communication network architecture shared by Team K and Team Next Life.

"Hey, Silverhand, come and help if you have nothing to do."

She said to Wick:

"Although I don't like you either, it is a relief for us low-level people to be able to make the head of the corporate dog so angry. Come on, I know you are interested.

I'll tell you the story of Johnny Silverhand."

--

"It's quite lively outside."

Mason and Bruce in the office have very sharp hearing, and they can hear the arguments outside clearly. The things that happened between the time-space aliens also made the master a little curious.

He said:

"If everyone has his own time and space variant in the parallel world, then I or Batman."

"Don't think about it, Bruce, becoming Batman is the destiny of the men in the Wayne family."

Mason waved his hand and said:

"And I guess you don't want to meet your weird time and space variants now. You'd better pray that when we are doing the Star Conference in this world, those guys don't come to mess things up, otherwise it will be very, very troublesome.

Where are my people?"

"Ivy is downstairs, with Harley Quinn."

The master said softly:

"As for Mr. Peter Parker and Mr. Matt Murdock, they are guests at Wayne Manor at the moment. I have to say that talking with them has given me a deeper understanding of parallel worlds and impact events.

If it weren't for the wrong time, I would have become friends with them.

Since you've asked this question, I have to ask one more question, how are the 'team members' I sent to you doing? "

"Very troublesome, very uncooperative, stubbornly believe that we are a group of bad guys, even after seeing the doomsday wasteland with their own eyes, they still think I can't be trusted."

Mason sighed and said:

"I don't have that much time to talk to them, so I decided to take them out for a 'walk' after I go back this time, so that they can see the facts with their own eyes, which is much more useful than my painstaking persuasion.

What about you?

How is your progress?"

"Clark is guarding Dr. Zola."

The master leaned back on the sofa and answered in a hoarse voice like Batman:

"I trust him as much as I trust you, and having Barry on board is a bonus, and it means we finally have a channel of communication that won't interfere with the stars.

I plan to talk to Diana next.

Although your humiliation of her has made her resentful of you, I believe Diana will make the right choice on the big questions. "

"I advise you not to underestimate Wonder Woman."

Mason shook his head and said:

"I have encountered Diana Prince's time and space alien before. She almost destroyed a world. You need to pay more attention to her psychological problems.

Especially when it comes to war.

Once she falls into an endless fighting frenzy, it will not be a good thing for us or you. Huh? What's this? "

He watched in surprise as the master took out a stack of golden belts from the hidden compartment behind his belt. This thing was very luxurious and had a sense of sanctity and nobility as a sacrificial item.

But it's not a finished product.

With Mason's vicious eyes, he could tell at a glance that this was a raw material with a divine nature attached to it.

"You took Diana's Lasso of Truth away, and she needs new weapons."

The master handed Mason the pile of girdle that was said to come from the Greek goddess of the oven and said:

"Of all the people I know, you are the only one who can build this kind of weapon. In addition, you also have to put a lot of thought into upgrading the Justice League's equipment.

It takes a week to produce the blueprint, and Wayne Group is responsible for processing it. Are there any questions? "

"This is to make me 'enemies the enemy', but the design blueprint is not a big problem. I will leave some weaknesses that can only be exploited by us to avoid trouble in the future."

Mason smiled, took the thing and threw it on the table. He said:

"Diana's lasso is in Selena's hand, and she plans to make it into her own cat-tail whip. Oh, by the way, I want to keep Selena here for a long time.

One hand presides over our covert operations here.

On the one hand, it can also stabilize your mind.

I know that you are also overly protective of her, and having her by your side can make you more determined.

I don't want to break you up.

But now that Lady Catwoman has the Lasso of Truth in her hand, you have to be careful when meeting her to avoid saying something you shouldn't say.

There are always many secrets in your heart. "

This arrangement made the master silent for a few seconds, then nodded and said:

"Although I don't know why Damian took the initiative to get closer to me after coming back this time, I guess it has something to do with you. I appreciate your kindness, Mason.

It's time for me to go down.

If I don't show up, those reporters will write about some evil deal between me and the owner of this bar in tomorrow's newspaper. They always like to write these things to attract attention. "

"There's nothing you can do about it. People who have their own traffic can never live a quiet life."

Mason smiled and sent the master out of the office.

He was sure that the old man was chasing the old man. Fortunately, they were father and son. They had a clear understanding of each other.

Then he closed the door and reached out to pick up the bloody card on the table. According to the Flash, this thing was sent to this world with him.

It's some kind of identification.

But the blood on it had coagulated and could not be wiped off. Mason took out the alchemical solution and processed it. After a few minutes, writing could barely be seen on it.

What caught his eye was an inscription that made Mason's heart tremble:

"Doomsday Plan·The third batch of the Weapon

"grass!"

He cursed under his breath.

Barry and Master who found the card may not understand the meaning of this line of words, but Mason, who likes mutant stories, can see the root of it at a glance.

He clasped the small card in his hand.

Turning the swivel chair to look at the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, he lit another cigarette a few seconds later. As the smoke rose, Mason sighed regretfully.

"I thought I could find the source of this body's bloodline by searching for my life experience. Now that the source of the bloodline has indeed been found, there is a high probability that it is just a cannon fodder victim used for experiments.

Maybe he's still a miserable clone.

This is worse than the master's life experience. No wonder the relationship between us is getting better and better. Is this the legendary sympathy for each other? "

He shook his head and placed the washed card in front of his eyes.

After a few seconds, the information label pops up:

Test product nameplate

Effect: Used to identify member information in a large-scale experimental project. It is necessary to find the corresponding database to interpret the specific information of the experimental subject.

Producer: Weapon X Project Department

Item description: Sad! Now it's useless even if you steal Bruce Wayne's private redemption voucher for his parents. Don't cry, poor kid, let your uncle give you a two-punch to make you happy.

hint!

This item is endowed with energy imprinting remnants when traveling through the parallel world system. When the inscription branch skill reaches Lv5, the world coordinates contained in it can be reversely decoded.

"Um?"

Mason's eyes suddenly narrowed.

He put out the cigarette butt in his hand in the ashtray and stood up suddenly.

He doesn't plan to waste time anymore. The inscription skill is now Lv3+1. If he works harder, he might be able to get his real "hometown coordinates" tonight.

"Hua Zi, please don't let anyone disturb me for the next few hours."

He used the equipment on the table to give instructions to his assistant secretary at the Afterlife Bar, and then took out a large amount of inscription-making materials from his luggage to prepare for a big job.

But just as Mason rolled up his sleeves and put on the protective gloves for the inscription technique, he suddenly noticed a beam of green light flying across the night sky outside the window.

"Green Lantern?"

Mason walked to the window in surprise, closing the curtains, wondering:

"What is this guy doing in Gotham? Is there anything in this shithole city that attracts him?"