Trajectory of Dawn in the World of American Comics

Chapter 209 7. Come on, Wade, give him a hard job! ——Happy New Year's Eve【1415】

Fort of Stars, Mister Hunter's office.

After running to deliver the Portal Portal component to Mason, only to find that the guy found a "new friend" secretly, Ciri took off her mask and threw it on the table very upset.

She was not simply angry because of this incident, but suspected that the swordsman who had been ungrateful before might have taken advantage of her inattention.

As far as she knew, the faction behind the swordsman was fully capable of bypassing the Fortress of Stars to obtain such things, but the problem was that the faction of the swordsman was very exclusive, almost to the point of being "isolated from the world".

Why did they take such a big risk to help Mason, an unknown C-level personnel?

Could it be that there are secrets in Mason that he has not discovered?

And after making herself a cup of coffee and calming down, the hunter Ciri, who was sitting on the chair, thought about what Mason said about Quint just now, and she suddenly realized that what the little bastard who didn't believe anyone said Not without reason.

I have indeed secretly caused a lot of stumbling blocks for the stars over the years. Those potential pioneer teams were included in my direct management and confirmed that they were hopeless. After confirming that they were hopeless, I randomly found a high-difficulty world and threw them in like garbage.

Only then did the "horror legend" that he disregarded human life in the group of stars come out.

However, after so many years, the pioneering teams that she personally discovered can only survive Anna's X team and the afterlife team, and Mason's K team is at most counted.

This shows how bad the standards of the stars will be when selecting members.

However, Quint would give her access to sabotage, and that's about as far as it seems.

She did cut off a lot of "bad branches" of the Stars Club according to the order, but she almost never touched the real core problem of this organization. Old A kept letting herself be patient, persuading herself to learn to accept the necessary sacrifices.

She heard these words so much that she even spoke out the original words to persuade Mason, but Mason's unreasonable answer knocked her into a daze like a heavy hammer.

Yes!

What does the old A's "great goal" have to do with themselves?

When I joined them, I obviously just wanted to avenge my parents. Why did I give up my main goal after lurking for more than ten years and instead serve their ideals?

"So is it possible that, like what Mason wanted to say but didn't dare to say in front of me, I was really just treated as a puppet planted in the Gathering of Stars to occupy a mentor position?

Am I really irreplaceable? "

Shirley asked himself for a moment.

She finds she doesn't have an answer, and that feeling is even worse than finding out she's really a puppet.

She didn't have any worries if she didn't think about these things, but that little devil Mason seemed to have opened a certain box in her mind, making her afraid to trust those people she used to call "companions" easily.

The worst things she'd done to the Order of the Stars and other institutions in the past had been to take out a few Scrubber legions in her spare time, or to ambush a weak Conqueror or two.

I thought it was worthwhile before.

However, Team K did the same thing less than two months after joining the membership. With such terrifying efficiency and background, Ciri suddenly realized that he seemed to be fishing for fish in the past ten years.

It's still the kind of fish that is "stocked", a typical frog boiled in warm water.

She put the cup on the table a little irritably, planning to take a bath and relax before the next inspection, but as soon as she got up, Mason's soul-searching question resurfaced in her mind:

If you just think differently but don't act, what is the meaning of this organization?

They clearly do have the ability to do more.

"If good people don't do things, bad people will come and fill those holes."

Ciri couldn't remember where she heard those words, but at this moment she stood up from her chair and walked to the window of the office to look at the scenery that once belonged to her own world.

Mason had said something before that deeply hurt her.

He said that he finally knew why old K lived in so much pain at the end of his life.

In fact, Ciri still concealed some things from Mason.

Regarding the disaster in the Caribbean world, when old K received the order from the Star Society to spread the zombie virus in the Caribbean world, he also sought out Ciri and resisted that task, and Ciri finally persuaded him in the name of the organization needing him to lurk.

Ciri thought she had convinced him.

"Cirly the Hound."

The silver-haired huntress closed her eyes and said something in a low voice, then she took a deep breath, turned around, walked to the drawer and opened it, took out an old-style communication device, and activated the special communication module.

After a few seconds, she said to the phone:

"Morgan, do you still remember V's proposal last time? I thought about it and think your ideas may make sense, so act now.

I'll deploy an additional portal module for you in the next hour.

But you have to complete the transfer of the two special D-level worlds that you have marked in the next three days, those worlds that you think can be saved but are judged to be 'worthless'.

remember!

Here is your proposal! So don't complain about being tired next, okay? "

"The afterlife team received it! Set off immediately."

The voice of Morgan Blackhand came from it, somewhat astonished, but when accepting the task, the mercenary leader from the 2077 era asked curiously:

"Mr. Hunter, didn't you say that this proposal is too risky and may cause us to be exposed? Why all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing, it's just that there is an extra module at hand, it's a pity to just deal with it like this."

Ciri glanced expressionlessly at the magic pocket on the table, and she said:

"Give me a coordinate and I'll send the module there.

By the way, Morgan, please contact the captains of the three teams of 'Holy Shield', 'Defender' and 'Punishment' for me in your name. I will wait for them at the Fort of Stars.

Just wait an hour!

I would also like to take this opportunity to see if they and us are the same people."

——

"Snapped"

A box of things was thrown into the hold of the Black Pearl from a dark place. Amidst the noisy sound, a strange guy tried to crawl in through a very small crack.

But it's like he miscalculated the size.

It's like an adult trying to climb through a tunnel prepared for a child, but in the end he can only get stuck in it awkwardly. The posture is like a monkey being crushed under the mountain, only the left hand and head are left to move.

He sighed, cursing his bad luck under his breath.

As if he had gotten used to the dire situation, after several minutes of cursing and trying to get out or retreat, the guy broke his heart and activated something in the dark.

With a sound of "buzz", his whole body was "torn to pieces". His screaming head and half a word smashed into the cabin in the explosion-like splash of flesh and blood, and landed on a person's feet with two slaps.

The "messenger" blinked, looked up and saw Mason wearing Isu vanguard armor, holding a cool-looking technological rifle and staring at him speechlessly.

The guy who sneaked into the Black Pearl decided to show his friendliness, so he raised his only hand and said to Mason:

"Hello."

"Hello, Wade."

Mason recognized the guy.

He put the improved version of the widow maker behind his back, squatted down and looked at the "human stick" in front of him, hesitating whether to pick up his torn body.

Mason should do it.

But he didn't want to, because it was too disgusting.

The guy almost blew himself up.

"Did Your Excellency the Swordsman ask you to send this transfer gate module?"

Mason quickly changed the subject, pretending that he had a sudden eye disease and completely missed the body wreckage that covered the bilge. He said:

"Why don't you go through the main entrance? I have specially sent someone to wait for you at the gate of the world."

"How boring is it to go through the main entrance?"

The guy with the black and red hood immediately boasted triumphantly:

"I'm on a secret mission that can't be discovered by the villains of the Society of Stars. Secret mission, understand? Secrecy is the first priority.

It's a pity that this teleportation belt has a TM problem again.

I knew that the group of bastard engineers in Starsburg were too skilled. They guaranteed that the accident rate had dropped to below 15.24%.

As a result, I was hit every time. If it didn't work a few times, I would really wonder if they were trying to retaliate against me. Don't worry, it only takes a few minutes for me to grow back.

Well, I can already feel my calf."

"Well, God, this scene is really terrible."

Mason covered his eyes with his hands.

Even as an alchemist, Rao has seen many disgusting pictures, but the one in front of him really belongs to the kind that should be put on a mosaic.

He couldn't stand the damn smell here, so he took out a good-quality healing potion and poured it on the A-level personnel under his feet to help him recover faster.

A few minutes later, the A-level personnel who finally "grew back", the Deadpool lord nicknamed "Madman" finally stood up. He cheered all over, wiped off the sweat that didn't exist, and swung his hips again. He made a wretched movement to confirm that all his parts were there, and then turned to look at Mason who was already checking the transfer door components.

He stepped forward, put his hand on Mason's shoulder very familiarly, and said without hesitation:

"What are you capable of, buddy?"

"I have some Isu blood, can make some things, and my guns are quite accurate. Other than that, I'm just a weak C-level personnel."

Mason replied modestly and casually.

He is currently checking the integrity of the additional components used on the World Gate. If it is sent by someone else, there is no need to check it at all.

But since the delivery person is this guy, Mason felt that he had to check at least three times.

But Mr. Wade was very dissatisfied with Mason's answer. The white eyepatch on his blood-stained crimson mask twisted into big and small eyes according to his mood, and he blew his beard and stared and said:

"That's not what I asked, I mean uh, forget it, let's not talk about that.

But I found that there is something wrong with you, young man. Ordinary C-level personnel are trembling when they see an A-level boss like me, and some enthusiastic C-level little sisters will even take the initiative to invite me to 'guidance' them.

Why are you so calm?

I'm still waiting for you to slip me some presents to befriend me or something. In other words, if it weren't for this benefit, who would want to travel so far.

The swordsman assured me that you are rich and spend a lot of money. "

"Well, it's probably because I just saw an A-level person die in front of me a few days ago, tsk tsk, that's a terrible death."

Mason glanced at the disgruntled guy beside him, and said:

"Maybe I haven't come out of that shadow yet, so I neglected you, Mr. Wade, please forgive me, gift. Of course I prepared it, how could I let you make this trip in vain?

Let me see, where did I put that thing?

That was my choice.

Oh here! "

Mason took out the "Cerberus Reward" from his arms and tossed it up and down in his hands. The Isu ghost Consus, who only he could see, hovered beside Mason to dissuade him:

"Don't! Giving him this thing will turn him into a monster. He doesn't have Isu blood."

Mason pretended not to hear.

He casually threw the dangerous but mysterious biological mutagen to the dead waiter who came to deliver the goods, and the latter smiled when he saw the benefits.

For some reason, that damn crimson mask turned into a crooked smiling face.

He whistled and took the thing in his hand, and the instant the biological mutagen came into contact with it, a piece of alien gene was injected into Deadpool's already unstable gene sequence.

The latter yelled and stepped back a few steps and knelt down on the ground.

As the dark Isu fragments merged into his body, his appearance began to change drastically. Amidst the deep roar, within a few minutes, a "big guy" with a height of four meters, long horns, hooves and a tail was in the cabin. Standing up shaking his head.

"this"

The Isu biologist Consus next to Mason was stunned.

He exclaimed:

"Isn't the mutation speed too fast? To what extent should his genes be loose? Is this person made of building blocks? Just give a mutagenic signal to mutate to this extent?"

"Ah! How did I become a cow?"

Deadpool was turned into a monster, but he wasn't panicking at all.

He didn't realize that he was being "contrived" at all. Instead, he tilted his head and looked at his hands, hooves and tail dangling behind him with interest.

"This is a 'Druid Transformer', Lord Wade."

Mason stepped forward and picked up the camera to capture this precious "test picture", explaining:

"While holding the Behemoth Heart, you will be randomly transformed into four legendary creatures, namely the Tauren, Medusa, Cyclops and Sphinx.

This is my crafted artifact.

Ordinary people will die after using it once, but your special performance allows you to use it unlimited times.

If you're willing to accept a little modification, you can also 'unlock' the more powerful 'mythical form' Cerberus for free! That is the three-headed hell dog.

Of course, this little operation will have to wait until we finish this job, and I will give you this little remodeling operation when we meet next time. "

"Wow, that sounds cool, man, I love this shapeshifter! Like those cool shapeshifting belts that weird guys find, the gestures and voices are really shameful when transforming, but I really I really want to make one for myself.

Unfortunately, there has been no way to find it. "

Deadpool, who turned into a Minotaur, was more than four meters tall, and the cabin couldn't hold him at all. He could only squat on the spot, touching the sharp and huge horns and screaming to Mason:

"You are so generous, I will definitely say good things to you when I go back, but how can this thing change back? Although this is cool, I can't always be like this.

Speaking of which, why did I suddenly want to go to Cyclops' house after becoming a tauren?

Or any married woman whose husband is not at home."

He shook his head and squatted on the ground imitating a cow, and then saw Mason draw out the rifle behind his back and aim at his heart, and said to him in the hissing charging sound:

"It's a bit troublesome to change back, you have to dig out the heart of the giant beast from your body.

Most people will die if they do this, but you won't die, so I said that only a "giant man" like you is worthy of this transformation device.

Are you ready?

I'm about to shoot, it might hurt a little. "

"Oh, that's it, then you should be on time!"

Deadpool stood in position and exposed his heart to Mason, and the young man pulled the trigger bang and opened a hole in the Deadpool tauren's chest.

The blood-stained Cerberus Reward slammed on the ground and rolled to Mason's feet again, while the huge corpse in front of him fell to the ground while bleeding, and quickly changed from monster form back to human form.

A few minutes later, Deadpool got up from the ground in good spirits.

There was still blood on his chest, but he was full of energy. He happily took the box containing the biological mutagen from Mason, whistled and waved goodbye to him and said:

"I'm leaving now, generous fellow, I'll give you a good word in front of the professor, see you next time! Remember my minor surgery, I'm still waiting.

Tsk tsk, I can do so much with three heads.

Excited just thinking about it.”

After speaking, he activated the tattered teleportation belt on his battle suit again.

With a bang, this incomprehensible guy disappeared in place, leaving an arm in place under the twitching gaze of Mason's eyes, and the five fingers were still twitching. This picture is simply too ghostly.

Then there was another black hole, and another hand reached out and picked up his left arm and disappeared with a whoosh.

"That guy."

The Isu ghost hovering behind Mason's cloak said with great interest:

"Such a self-healing power that is so powerful that it has reached the realm of immortality, he is a perfect test subject."

"Yes, he is."

Mason took out a recording board marked with the biological mutagenesis test from behind, and made a serial number for the photos he just took, and pasted it on it. He complained to Consus:

"This guy has been crazy for a long time, it is difficult for his brain to be interested in normal things, and he has to work hard to fool him.

I installed a recording device in that biological mutagen, which will record in detail the biological data of Wade Wilson every time he uses it. When we meet next time, the data needed to reproduce this experiment should be enough .

But are all the subordinates of Lord Swordsman mutants?

Wade said something like 'professor' before he left. "

Mason rubbed his chin, and a few seconds later, he said with a delicate expression:

"It seems that after the matter here is over, I have to check my genes in depth."

"No need to check, my brother."

Consus hovered behind Mason and said:

"The shroud has a perfect biological information extraction function. Your carrier is an ordinary human being. When awakened, it has the triple-helix DNA characteristics of the Isu creature."

"I used to think so too."

Mason looked at his fingers and said:

"But to be honest, I don't dare to be so sure now."