Chapter 322 21 Thief Who Steals Other People's Beloved Things, Your Bad Behavior Will Be Punished

Chapter 322 21. Thief who steals other people’s beloved things, your bad behavior will lead to punishment~

"Buzz buzz"

The low rumble of engines echoed through the ruins of San Francisco at dawn.

Barbara was at the entrance of the camp chatting with Jimmy Houtley and his sister Laura Houtley and instructing the two children on how to control the bone claws so that they would not be hurt.

She was very interested in the physical structure of the Son of Wolverine, but unfortunately there was no special equipment to examine it at the moment.

The sound of the engine made Barbara raise her head. As soon as she thought about it, more than a dozen Griffin drones were deployed in a defensive position around her. But soon, she saw Mason appearing on a strange-looking burning motorcycle. In the dark night, Harley chased him while shouting on a flying motorcycle.

It's like a racing race.

Farther away, a spider car filled with supplies was driven over by Old Wolf. Although Mason repeatedly reminded him that there were enough supplies in his bag and there was no need for Logan to search for things in the Ghost Rider Gang's base, but living in the wasteland After seventeen years of developing a frugal character and successfully changing his job to a "Wasteland Garbage Man", Old Logan is still very stubborn and collects everything he can use.

It's hard to say whether this was the instinct of the wastelanders, because Mason saw Old Logan secretly pick a retro "flat shovel head" from the motorcycle left by the Ghost Rider Gang and set it up behind the spider car.

This is exactly the retro taste that Logan, the "immortal", likes, so it may be Wolverine's "remnant soul" that is causing trouble, allowing the old wolf to "pretend for public benefit".

But soon, Mason knew he had misunderstood Logan.

He gave the vintage motorcycle he finally found to his son Jimmy, who was obviously very happy.

All right.

This turns out to be a heartwarming story about a useless father who wants to compensate his son.

“Where did this awesome-looking motorcycle come from?”

Barbara looked at the flaming Harley motorcycle under Mason's crotch in surprise, but before Mason could answer, Harley, who was coming from behind, swung her tail and stopped suddenly, letting the "out of favor" little blue car park in the camp. side.

Harley, who was wearing flying glasses, rushed to Barbara excitedly, took her hand and screamed:

"Mr. K found a more powerful motorcycle, so the cute flying motorcycle belongs to me from now on. I want to call it 'Harley Speedy'!

I can also take my dog ​​for a ride.

Help me put something awesome on it, Barbara, I want an awesome gun! Awesome cannon! The launcher of the clown bomb! And I’m going to put unicorn wings and a fence on it.”

"Okay, okay, I'll put them all on for you."

Batgirl perfunctorily comforted Harley, who was jumping up and down very excitedly after getting a new gift. She roughly understood when she saw Mason jump out of the car and pick up the toolbox to repair.

The eldest daughter of the Gordon family rubbed her forehead helplessly and said to her younger brother:

"I know that this is the time when a young man of your age is interested in things like motorcycles, but can you change your habit of picking up rags everywhere?

What a mess this car is in!

Driving it out would be a disservice to your honor as Robin. The various motorcycles in the master's garage are not enough for you to drive! What's going on with this car? "

Before Barbara could finish scolding her as her adoptive sister, the Evil Spirit motorcycle, which stimulated her strong self-esteem because it was called a "broken car," suddenly accelerated and hit Barbara's buttocks.

This time, Bat Girl was knocked away and she rubbed her buttocks and got up before screaming:

"Mason! Take care of your car! Don't let it chase me! Okay, I apologize, okay? You're not a broken car, you're the most powerful motorcycle in the world, okay?"

I was wrong!

Mason!

Still laughing there! Stop it, my hair is going to be burned off! "

She was chased all over the ground by the burning motorcycle. In desperation, she used her flying claws to pull herself up to the top of the ruins and barely escaped. Seeing that the evil spirit motorcycle was still accumulating its energy and planning to "spit", Mason hurriedly Go forward and comfort it.

He said:

"Stop making trouble, I have to check your body before departure. Be good, I have good materials here to replace it for you, but I have to get your drawings first.

come over! Donkey! We don't have much time. "

After just noisy for a while, Mason was finally able to work. The damage to the Ghost Motorcycle was indeed very serious. It seems that what Hawkeye said before about the crazy Venom and Ghost Rider fighting here is not a lie.

Mason checked the entire body of the car and found pessimistically that at least three-fourths of the parts needed to be replaced. Rounding it off, it would have to be returned to the factory for overhaul. Fortunately, he had a suitcase factory that could handle the casting of these parts.

But the "mouth" of this evil motorcycle is quite tricky.

Mason took out all the existing magic metals and physical metals for it to choose from, and it chose vibranium and urujin at a glance.

The problem is that this thing is scarce in Mason's hands, so he can only persuade it to accept the next-level Kryptonian alloy and Isu gold as repair materials.

It also had its own ideas for improving the drawings. It used its noisy engine sound to ask Mason to modify the drawings to its original shape but also add some cool features.

It just looks like Party A who is stingy and demanding! All it takes is for Mason to get a colorful black one for it.

With so many requests, Mason's workload increased rapidly, and he would definitely not be able to finish it in a few hours. Fortunately, the Ghost Motorcycle was reasonable and did not force Mason to repair it immediately.

At dawn, the engine and some internal parts were barely replaced to ensure that it would not "explode equipment" while running, and the first stage of transformation was completed.

The remaining shell and details need to wait for the suitcase factory to produce qualified parts for polishing.

This exploration is not an official task, nor is it through the World Gate, so K Team 2.0 has no time constraints, which allows Mason to change to a more relaxed rhythm.

He decided to wait until the sun rises before setting off, mainly to take care of Hawkeye who had just undergone an eye transplant. This guy was very excited after seeing the light, and he was eager to look around, but he accidentally saw the burning ghost motorcycle, which almost blinded his delicate eyeballs again.

He was covering his eyes and crying.

He had no choice but to put on the coquettish little sunglasses to protect his new eyeballs. After all, he had been blind for almost seventeen years, and even if he regained his sight, he would need some time to adapt.

After eating a hearty breakfast cooked by Mason himself in the camp, the team set off again.

This time it was much more luxurious.

Mason, Ghost Motorcycle and "Harley Speeder" led the way in front, and Logan, Hawkeye and the Hautley family sat on the Spider Car, just like moving.

The last part was exaggerated.

In order to better collect information, Barbara released her magic lizard tank. This tank has been modified into an "electronic warfare-only" vehicle. Barbara can perfectly control it alone with the cooperation of Delaman AI.

Not to mention whether it can fight, the double-mounted 25MM rapid-fire gun and the quadruple-mounted thermal missile launch tube are enough to be deterrent. The ghost riders who were scattered last night hid in the ruins and saw this thing and didn't dare to rush at all, for fear that the muzzle would turn around and send them to hell.

"Woof~Woof!"

Harley kept twisting the handlebars with red and blue flight goggles.

She likes her Harley Speeder very much, and her two dogs like it too. Now they are huddled together in the truck bed, scratching the edge with their claws and barking around.

Obviously, they are as happy as their owner.

Harley also gave each of them a pair of clown goggles, which made them look like a migrating circus.

"Mason, we have to speed up."

Barbara's voice came from the rear lizard heavy tank, and she reported:

"In a town called Hammerfall nearly 100 kilometers to the north, Zod and Firestorm found some very strange things, and they think you need to go and see it yourself.

It is said to be a legendary artifact in this world, called 'Thor's Hammer'. If I heard it correctly, it is probably the legendary Mjolnir hammer in Norse mythology."

"It's surprising that this thing really exists in this world."

Mason, wearing a safety helmet, nodded. He slowed down to make the Ghost Motorcycle parallel to the Spider Motorcycle, and asked Hawkeye, the "Wasteland Know-it-all" who was sitting in the co-pilot and looking around to practice his new eyesight:

"What's going on in Hammerfall ahead? And that Thor's Hammer Hammer? I guess this is another horror story?"

"This one is okay."

Clint, who was wearing new glasses, was obviously much friendlier. He sipped the wine Mason gave him as a gift and said:

"Thor was the last warrior to survive the nuclear war that night. When Matt and I evacuated the SHIELD headquarters, he was still fighting with Loki.

Later I heard that Loki and the Fantastic Four died together. The corpse of the evil god is further north. We have to drive for three days to see him.

And Thor.

He unfortunately fell in the Nevada desert, which was officially ravaged by nuclear bombs. Nuclear bombs can't kill the powerful Thor, but the Hulk who was driven crazy by nuclear bombs can.

I heard that the whole Las Vegas was razed to the ground in the battle between these two guys. Finally, accompanied by the explosion of the nuclear bomb, Hulk broke Thor's neck.

Thor's body was gone, and Hulk completely turned into a monster. "

Hawkeye sighed. Every time he talked about that past, he would be deeply moved. The next story was taken over by Old Wolf. He held the steering wheel and drove while saying in a hoarse voice:

"Hulk plundered hundreds of distressed women and ran to the foot of the mountain in Southern California. A year later, the Hulk Gang appeared. Those Hulk sons were the products of his crazy indulgence.

They settled there and eventually occupied the land ravaged by radiation. That's all I know. "

"Then Thor's hammer will be left there?"

Mason said:

"No one will recycle it? Didn't the Red Skull establish a regime in New Babylon? That guy always has these sacred objects. Are you eager to get there?"

"He sent someone there."

Hawkeye said sarcastically:

"But can anyone pick up Thor's hammer? I heard that Thor cursed the hammer before he died. He hated it and asked his weapon to stay there forever and not be used by anyone.

Seventeen years have passed.

Everyone alive in this wasteland wants to try their luck.

They rebuilt the town of Hammerfall on the ruins of Las Vegas, but no one succeeded.

"Well, I see."

Mason nodded, and he said to Barbara in the team communication:

"Sister, share this news with Kara and Blue Beetle, and tell them that they can try to pick up the hammer before we arrive.

If they do, I will send them back to the Justice League."

"Are you serious?"

Barbara was stunned for a moment when Mason called her "Sister" for the first time, and then she said suspiciously:

"With the strength of a Kryptonian, if you really go crazy, you can pull off the continental shelf. It's just a warhammer. You can't stop them. Have you lost interest in disciplining these disobedient guys, so are you planning to destroy them?"

"I just want a second-rate Kryptonian with a half-full bottle to know that she is facing a job with unlimited possibilities."

Mason looked at the vast desert ahead and whispered:

"Besides, I don't believe that Thor's last wish before his death was hatred. The inheritance oath of the hammer must be related to the successor of the power of Thor.

If Kara can really become the 'Thunder Superman', it means that she may have reached the height of a superman. In that case, why not let her go back? "

——

"Buzz"

The low and crackling sound of the engine sounded in the unknown. In the sudden flash of fire, a strange speeding car with a unique and even indescribable shape roared towards him.

It is burning with raging fire all over, the melting steel creates a gloomy skull embellishment on the front of the car, and the chains are wrapped around the body, which looks full of a sense of violence.

The driver of the flaming chariot is also burning.

The fleshless bones are embellished with flames to make them plump again, and every acceleration is accompanied by a harsh carnival, which seems to be born with the arrogance of heavy metal rock.

It constantly travels through one world after another without stopping, just like the fire patrol above the sky, and also like the co-appearance of some higher-level power in different worlds.

At a certain moment, this never-ending chariot of fire suddenly stopped. Its driver spurted burning sparks from his burning nostrils, and spat out a ball of burning magma to the side with a trace of displeasure.

"My lost things were picked up by someone, and that guy wasn't afraid of the evil spirit fire I left behind."

It is riding on a cool flying car, raising its head as if shouting to some invisible existence:

"Someone has entered that world! He is not an ordinary weakling. Do you need me to deal with it?"

It waits for a response.

But this response was obviously not delivered to it in normal words. After a few seconds, the burning skeleton knight once again twisted the handlebars to accelerate his speeding car, and kept talking like a complaint:

"Okay, okay, according to the rules, I can rush back by accelerating, but I still have to go through boring procedures. Is this the twisted world view of the devils?

You're obviously doing the fucking thing of destroying the world, but you have to bother with such small details to try to show that you're not a big asshole who pursues chaos. "

It complained loudly, grabbed a communicator on the flying car that was also decorated with skulls, put it to its mouth and shouted:

"Hey, traitor brother! He's alive."

"Call me 'Warlock'!"

Another gloomy voice sounded from the communicator, scolding:

"If you ever yell those words that offend me again, I'll bury you with paving bricks from heaven!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. As you know, my head is empty. Don't worry so much about a brainless person."

The burning skeleton knight laughed and rushed into the stars, letting his speeding car pull out a dazzling firelight in the sea of ​​​​stars. It shook its head with a violent rhythm, causing scorching sparks to splash, much like The Daoist fellow Daoist shouted loudly again:

"Someone broke into that world. The superiors asked us to follow the rules, but that guy's ability is a bit strange. I have to go and see for myself, and ask your people to prepare the sacrifice ceremony and pull me over."

"Someone broke in?"

The Grand Master Warlock was stunned for a moment, and then immediately returned to his gloomy posture.

He said:

"Wait patiently, I will arrange it right away. Also, restrain yourself when you go there, that world cannot bear your current power."

But the communication has been hung up, and the warlock's instructions are equivalent to firing a cannon.

In the gloomy meditation room of the Star Castle, the Grand Master put down the communicator and activated the dark orb in front of him. A moment later, a terrifying face appeared on the orb, and he asked rebelliously with probability:

"Is something wrong? Tell me!"

"Someone enters your world."

The warlock didn't care about the rudeness of the guy in front of him. He pulled up his gloomy hood and said:

"I'm checking their identities. You'd better be prepared to summon the 'Knight' to return if necessary."

"This is my world, my territory."

The figure in the orb sneered and said:

"I will do whatever I want to do. Don't bother with me anymore, just do your own thing. When I encounter trouble, I will naturally ask the right person for help to avoid being stabbed in the back again.

After all, no one likes dealing with a rat with a history of betrayal, right? "