Chapter 513: The Separation of the 59 Ship and the Bay Is the Fate of the Bat Family

Chapter 513 59. The separation of the ship and the bay is the fate of the Bat Family

"Shua"

The bio-capsule containing Brother A's black skeleton was thrown at his feet. Mason fulfilled his promise and returned the things that belonged to Alex Mercer to him.

The latter was obviously a man who was not good at talking, and did not express much.

He leaned over to open the bio-capsule, reached out to touch the skeleton that looked like a charred body, and casually touched his left hand on the corpse. The next moment, he was like an abominable thing "melting" under the sun, and moved into the corpse in a dissipated posture, and soon regenerated his flesh and blood.

Ten seconds later, Mercer opened his eyes in the bio-capsule.

He moved his arms and stood up from it, and pinched his fingers again, and threw the dozen locators, trackers and monitors that Mason had hidden in the corpse at his feet.

"Thank you"

The jerky voice sounded from this guy's mouth, as if the whole world owed him money.

Diana also came over with the big bag in her hand at Mason's signal. She looked at Brother A warily, who didn't look like a good guy. This guy put a lot of pressure on Wonder Woman.

But after the baptism of a world war, Wonder Woman has established trust in Mason.

She dropped the bag in her hand and pulled out the lasso of truth that bound the bag.

The ferocious Leopard Woman jumped out of it and pounced on Mason with a cry, but the next moment, Brother A, who flashed like a ghost, grabbed her neck and lifted her up in the air.

Leopard Woman was very miserable.

The originally shiny mane on her body was blue and purple, and her tail was plucked bald, which made her appearance drop to the limit. The blood vessel tattoo on her waist and abdomen, which had grown all around her body, now only had a small group left, just like a bad girl tattooed a strange tattoo on her chest.

This made Brother A frown.

He said:

"Why is there only so little left?"

"Don't blame us."

Diana explained:

"After the War Queen defeated her, she screamed and begged the power not to abandon her, but the Red of All Living Things still dissipated, leaving only a little bit on her.

Maybe she can tell us more inside information, but I have a request!"

Wonder Woman moved her wrist and said:

"You can't hurt her. Cheetah has committed many crimes against the Amazon Kingdom. She needs to be taken back to Paradise Island for imprisonment and trial. I promise that she won't have time to come to the mortal world for centuries."

"I just want the Red of All Living Things!"

Brother A said hoarsely:

"I have no interest in killing or forgiving. Speak, little cat."

This is due to the black light virus's devouring and oppression of life, which made the no longer brave Cheetah tremble her body. She was severely punished by the War Queen and did not dare to get angry for the time being.

He could only tear his nose and grin:

"The Red of All Living Things represents the origin of life, and the survival of the fittest is the norm of life. Therefore, for the agent of the Red of All Living Things, he must prove his strength to this root power in order to be favored by the mystery of life.

It's not a big problem to lose once or twice, but if you keep losing, you will be ruthlessly abandoned.

Life will instinctively tend to the strong, this is the law of survival and growth.

As for the dissipated life force, they have returned to the world. At the end of the war, the pressure from destruction dissipated, making it unnecessary for the Red of All Living Things to gather."

Cheetah grinned and glanced at Mason.

She said:

"The power of life believes that the safety of this world is guaranteed, and it will no longer be in danger of destruction. In addition, the power of the black of decay has been defeated and absorbed, so the red of all living things will not choose an agent in a short time!"

"Well, this explanation is in line with common sense."

Mason nodded, and Brother A was not angry. What he needed was not the great power of the red of all living things. Just a little bit of power characteristics was enough for him to figure out the mystery of "seeding the source of life".

So in Mercer's "death gaze", the aggrieved Leopard Girl had to take the initiative to give up the last bit of power characteristics of the red of all living things.

Just like when Franklin extracted the fragments of the green of all things and condensed them into a red energy orb, it fell into the box in Mason's hand.

With a click, the magic box closed and was handed to Brother A by Mason.

The latter took it in his hand and threw it casually. The weak Leopard Girl was thrown to Wonder Woman, and the latter was handcuffed with Amazon steel shackles with a click, and was dragged to the invisible fighter.

The story of Diana and Cheetah, the old enemies, can't be told in a day and a night. The entanglement between the two of them is just like that between the Joker and Batman. It has been a long-lasting relationship and has even become a relationship of both enemies and friends.

When she was taken on the spaceship, Cheetah was still wagging her tail and begging Diana to give her a more comfortable cell, just because she helped to defeat the Black of Decay.

And Wonder Woman agreed happily.

Most of the time, this Amazon goddess of war is a straightforward person. As long as you don't provoke her or violate her taboos, she is still easy to talk to.

"I say, are you going to find an uninhabited world to complete the suicide of sowing life?"

Mason looked at Brother A who was about to leave. He lit a cigarette and said:

"You know that the best result of restoring your world now is to go through the test of impact. Why not wait a little longer."

"What are you waiting for? Waiting for hope? Then I might as well look forward to death. At least death will definitely come."

Mercer stopped, looked back at Mason, and said indifferently:

"The end of all things is the general trend. This rotten universe can't last long. I don't think I can survive the change of the era. If they are not released now, they will not even have the chance to see the end of the world with their own eyes.

As for me, as I said just now, I am tired.

This is just a job, a heavy mission. I don't want to play anymore. The best thing about this situation is that no one will blame me even if I give up halfway. "

"That's what I said."

Mason flicked the ashes of his cigarette, blew out a smoke ring, and said:

“But we still have to have expectations for the future. What if one day it suddenly comes true?

I just have a plan here. If you have nothing urgent, I personally welcome you to attend the meeting of Team K in another world in two and a half hours.

Well, just as a non-staff member. "

"I am an A-level personnel, want to become a non-staff member of your B-level team?"

Brother A said in a bad tone:

"Isn't this a bit outrageous?"

"It's changed, man."

Mason sneered and said:

"The guys who are still clinging to the old calendar and refuse to let go will be eliminated. The good days for you A-level guys have come to an end. I am now giving you, the lost dog, a way out.

As long as you have some conscience, you should say thank you to Brother Mason. "

"Thanks, Brother Mason."

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Catwoman in tight clothes jumped into the wall of Wayne Manor with cheerful steps. She avoided the security facilities that the master had just upgraded for her manor with ease. She stretched her body as if she were returning to her own cat's nest and jumped in. on the window.

She obviously has the keys to each room, but she just likes to enter the house this way.

Perhaps this is also a kind of nostalgia and remembrance of the past identity.

Of course, occasionally when the mood strikes at midnight, it's also a great way to sneak into the master's bedroom and have a shameless show of fun. Although Batman doesn't say it, Catwoman knows that he also enjoys this kind of fun.

After all, who hasn’t had the fantasy of a seductive female thief sneaking into the room and hiding under the quilt in the middle of the night to have sex with him?

Men, what's wrong with being a little perverted?

But tonight's situation is special.

When Selena slipped into the bedroom with her high-heeled boots that could kill people, what appeared in front of her was not that sexy big chin or an unbladed batarang.

Bruce Wayne was standing by another window in his pajamas, completely devoid of the vigilance that used to belong to Batman. It wasn't until Catwoman walked behind him with seductive steps that she noticed a letter in Bruce's hand. .

She immediately realized what had happened, reached out and hugged her beloved man from behind, and asked softly:

"They left?"

"Um."

The master nodded, sighed and handed the envelope in his hand to Selina.

For Batman, asking him to share his secrets with others is simply more uncomfortable than killing him, but at this moment he is obviously emotionally out of control, perhaps because the uncontrollable sadness in his heart urgently needs others to share it.

Instead of the indestructible Batman standing in the room at this moment, the person next to Selina at this moment was just a sad old boy who had lost his parents again.

"Don't cry, Batman can't cry, he will be laughed at by the super criminals."

Catwoman handled this kind of thing with ease. She jumped to the window and sat there, gently turning Bruce's head and placing it on her long, perfect legs with amazing curvature.

She hummed while stroking his hair, and then opened the envelope in her hand.

The handwriting on it is delicate and elegant, and it is obvious at first glance that it was written by a lady.

"My dear Bruce baby:

I argued with Thomas for a long time and was finally convinced by him. It is with great sadness that we must say goodbye to you again, not because we no longer love you, nor because the two worlds are different.

In the gap between sanity and madness, I once asked myself whether the grown-up Bruce in front of me was the little cutie I lost back then.

I have observed you sleeping soundly in front of your bed countless times. I have helped you organize your clothes and prepare dinner for you countless times. I have quietly entered your life and observed you silently.

Finally I was sure that you were our son.

Perhaps fate did not allow the Wayne family to achieve long-term happiness, so it split my life, Thomas's and yours in two on the night when you were eight years old.

The sad you are left in this world, while the desperate us are thrown into another hell.

We climbed back from hell to the human world to look for you, and you never gave up the desire to be reunited in the human world. Finally, we broke through the shackles of fate and met again in this city.

This means a lot to you and us.

My dear child, although the reunion was brief and unfamiliar, the awkwardness of the dinner was daunting, and the conversation you had with your father ended in failure, I am still grateful for the opportunity you gave us.

You are inviting us back into your life.

But it's not that time yet, kid.

You are more than Bruce Wayne, more than Martha and Thomas' child, more than just the heir to the Wayne family, you are Batman.

You are still the dark night knight who walks in the darkness but serves the light.

That is another face you created for yourself with pain after losing us. It has merged with you and has become a part of your life.

And we, we are used to coexisting with darkness and becoming a part of darkness.

If you want to accept us, it means you have to give up your identity as Batman, but my child, which parent will force their baby to give up their life?

We can't be so selfish, and we are even more unwilling to put our baby in the pain of self-indulgence.

I know this is a difficult choice, so we don't want you to bear it all.

My baby.

Don't be sad about this separation, your parents are still by your side, even if we are in different worlds, we can still feel the resonance of each other's pulse and heartbeat, because we are moving towards a common goal.

We promise you, Bruce.

When you finally willingly take off the Batman mask and return to Bruce Wayne's life wholeheartedly, Thomas and I will rush back day and night to drink reunion wine with our baby.

I wish you all the best.

Love comes from your mother who can't stop crying and your father who has no conscience and is urging me to leave.

Love you Martha and Thomas. "

After reading the letter, Catwoman felt a wave of powerless sadness in her heart.

No one knows better than her what a major life change Martha and Thomas' return means to Bruce, but in fact, she had talked about this issue with Mason when she left the War World.

The wise little man once reminded her firmly that when Bruce recognized Martha and Thomas, it was the time for the two to separate again.

He was right again.

But Martha's decision cannot be wrong.

Martha is the Joker, and no one understands the cruelty and heaviness of the self-destructive career plan of "Batman" better than her. It is an insurmountable obstacle between Bruce and his parents.

"Dear."

Catwoman leaned over and kissed the master's ear, who closed his eyes and buried his face in her legs. She whispered:

"Let's retire? If you want, tonight, we will say goodbye to Batman and Catwoman and become Bruce and Selina again.

You see, Grayson is mature enough, the second barrel is brave enough, Barbara is wise enough, and even Damian and Tim are ready.

It's time to hand over your cape to them. "

Her response was silent silence.

But silence is also an answer.

After a long time, Catwoman sighed, she jumped down from the window, slightly annoyedly ordered the symbiote to disarm and roughly pushed the master to the bed.

She got into the bed unhappily, covered her head and said in a muffled voice:

"Rest, you have to go out for night patrol in a few hours. Look at the panic after the world war. If you don't show up, the whole Gotham City will be in chaos!

What are you doing!

Don't touch me, I'm annoyed.

Hate it! "

A few minutes later, the old butler Alfred, who was carrying afternoon tea to Wayne's room, suddenly stopped at the door. He heard some strange noises, curled his lips, turned around and left with the afternoon tea.

I couldn't help but sigh that even Bruce Wayne, the Batman, had some playboy habits. Look at what time it is now?

He started to indulge in debauchery in broad daylight.

Of course, as an old man, he also understood that there must be a reason why Wayne, who has always been self-disciplined, was so indulgent, but he did not choose to meddle in other people's business.

"Alfred Agreement."

Old Alfred coughed and whispered to the retro watch on his wrist that he had just asked for from Cyborg:

"Start routine maintenance of the Batcave, refuel the Batmobile, and maintain the Batmobile and fighter plane by the way. "

"Received. "

Blue pixels quickly gathered around the butler to form an image of the old data butler who was very similar to him, but no longer the crazy killing program in the hands of the killing machine Batman that had lost its mind due to drugs.

The data butler asked politely:

"Do you want to start the city monitoring program and implement the rectification agreement? The integration of lethal weapons has been completed, and the criminal targets can be eliminated at any time."

"No need."

The old butler put the afternoon tea that Ben had left for his master on the table in front of him, and while taking a break from the busy afternoon breeze, he leaned back in his chair and whispered:

"Leave some fun for Master Wayne, he needs to vent now, the poor child is a greedy kid, he wants the warmth of the family but is unwilling to give up his responsibilities.

Alas.

But then again, who is not a greedy baby?"