Trajectory of Dawn in the World of American Comics

After Mason returned to Osborne Tower, he first dismissed his team members and let Selena and Halle go to rest. He himself was not very sleepy, but completing this B-level promotion task did not mean that his troubles were over. .

His mind is full of things now, and he feels that he urgently needs to calm down and spend some time thinking about his next plan.

Mason sat at the desk in his bedroom in Osborne Tower, took out his notebook and hat and put it aside, then picked up a pen and began to write and draw on it.

This is his habit when thinking about important matters. Writing down factors and problems on paper obviously helps to clarify the relationship between them.

"With the A-level seat in exchange for the trust and alliance of the resurrection team, plus the group of people commanded by the old man, the K team now has three forces that can act at the same time.

And Ciri's 'favorability' is steadily rising, and it is already a force that can be united and trusted.

It is barely enough to cope with the current scene. "

Mason wrote down the names of the Three Forces and Ciri the Hunter on the paper.

This is his basic plan, and from the basic plan, he will deduce the things that he needs to solve urgently.

The old A's invitation, the swordsman's meeting, and the contact network with Gotham also need to be re-established, and their new team members also need to find time to talk heart-to-heart.

I currently have three Kryptonians in my hands, but I haven't figured out how to use Mason properly.

If nothing else, after obtaining the B-level qualification, the world they are currently in is the base world of the K team. There is already enough manpower on the Osborne Tower side, and the reconstruction of the wasteland world should also be put on the process.

In this regard, the old green goblin has been planning and advancing, and perhaps he has to find time to communicate with Norman Osborn.

The two sides are currently in a "nominal alliance" but they don't trust each other, but at least they should ensure that everyone's short-term goals are consistent so as not to cause trouble.

In addition to the above affairs, Mason also needs to consider the strategy for activities within the Stars Club after becoming a B-level personnel.

In such a busy organization, it is impossible to try to fish, especially after entering the ranks of B rank and becoming the real backbone of the Stars Club, he and the K team will be assigned to more core and more important pioneering tasks.

All this requires Mason to plan well.

But the good news is that Class B personnel will have a series of benefits and greatly improve their freedom of movement.

Team K no longer needs to count the time to carry out the mandatory development tasks. As long as they complete enough exploration and material submission within a certain period of time, they can spend their time on their own affairs.

At that time, I will have a private PY with Ciri, and ask her to arrange a light and long-term errand for the K team, so as to cover the eyes and make Mason's various actions more convenient.

"But the prying and questioning from the warlock master teacher is still a problem!"

Mason looked at the paper already filled with words.

He circled the name "Warlock".

The death knell said frankly that he was Lex Luthor's undercover agent who broke into the K team, and the forces behind Luthor are likely to be related to this logistics master.

It seems that although things in the Isu world are done cleanly, their only trailblazer team that escaped back is still being targeted by those who want to.

"We must clear up the suspicion as soon as possible, or find a way to divert the warlock's attention to other things."

Mason rubbed his forehead and thought:

"The feeling of being watched by a great teacher is like sitting on pins and needles. Referring to Ciri's power, the resources that warlocks can mobilize in the stars are quite terrifying. It's like a pair of eyes peeking behind you at any time. No matter what you do, it makes people feel nervous.

But since he has a connection with Lex Luthor, maybe he can start from this aspect.

A tricky Transcendent A Grade world, would it be enough for the three mentors to work together to formulate an infiltration plan? I just don't know if the master is ready to face a large-scale "secret invasion"? "

He wrote "Pending" after the thought, then turned the page over and wrote his name on the other.

own background!

Mason stared at the names on the paper.

He once thought that his background was not a big problem, especially in this dark age with frequent shocks, no matter how great the background of an orphan is, it is impossible for him to be involved in important affairs.

But as the strange power in Mason's body grows, he feels more and more that he has "extraordinary origins".

There must be a torrential rain in every battle, and you can roll around in the Phoenix Fire without any injuries. You can even touch the Neptune's sacred trident in Atlantis to mobilize the clouds and rain.

This is no longer something that ordinary mysterious bloodlines can do.

Moreover, Ciri hinted several times that Mason ignored his own "strangeness", and then thought of the sudden goodwill of the mutant camp where the swordsman belonged, Mason had a preliminary guess.

"Maybe I'm a mutant who was lost in another world. Or a powerful one?"

He rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, picked up a pen and drew a "?" after his name, he felt that he should spend some time on this matter.

Of course, its priority is lower than several other things.

After all, this is his own private matter, and he cannot mobilize too many public resources of the K team on it. Mason is always very clear about "public" and "private" matters.

But apart from the above things, there was one more thing that always echoed in Mason's mind, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Shock events are accelerating.

Although the third shock has just ended, when the fourth shock will come is still a fatal question. According to Dr. Octopus' prediction, this world is likely to be within half a year to a year.

In other words, if Mason intends to reverse the current parallel world system's downward trend towards darkness and barbarism, he has at least six months and a maximum of twelve months left to find a solution.

This is the central conflict of all problems, and if it can be resolved, all the difficulties Mason is currently facing will be swept away.

"There are two ways to find out so far."

Mason stood up, walked to the window and lit a cigarette for himself. He looked at the Osborne Tower outside the window and the abandoned city of New York in the distance, thinking in his heart:

"The aurora device in the Isu world requires a lot of resources and supporting facilities to advance, and it needs to be calibrated and maintained continuously. Not every world has the ability to build such a global facility.

Although it can anchor the plane and temporarily 'strip' the target world from the parallel world system so that it is not affected by the impact, it can only be used in a world with abundant resources and sufficient technological power.

At least they must have the equipment to interpret Isu lore.

This is the most basic premise, otherwise even if I give away the golden apple at a loss, it will not solve the problem. The Speed ​​Force Matrix seems to be more likely to be promoted, but it is not perfect. "

The Captain exhaled a mouthful of smoke rings, and said faintly:

"After all, not every world has the existence of the Speed ​​Force, and not every world has a cutie like Barry Allen who is willing to sacrifice himself for survival.

Isn't this sacrificing a Flash in exchange for a smooth ending to the big event?

It's really a bloody 'tradition'.

When that time comes, Xiao Shan will probably sacrifice voluntarily, but the problem is that he cannot be sacrificed every time, how can there be so many Flashes as sacrifices.

The speed force matrix of Krypton Destiny must be improved!

But the think tanks at the Fox Nest should be able to handle this matter, so I don’t need to worry about it, let me think about it, what’s next.”

"beep beep beep"

Mason's deep thinking was interrupted by the sudden sound of a communication signal. He glanced back, and the coordinates of the signal came from Gotham, which made Mason raise his eyebrows.

He extinguished the cigarette and walked forward to activate the communication. The next moment, the holographic projection was played, projecting the "bust" of the old man in front of Mason's eyes.

Thomas Wayne had already taken off his bat suit and put on a dark black suit, and he also wore a Panama hat for camouflage. The background behind him was the bustling city center of Gotham, and he could see it from a distance. The logo for the Gotham Police Department, which was renovated just a few months ago.

"Have you arrived?"

Mason folded his arms and asked:

"Where are those two tough guys?"

"Half beaten to death, according to my idea, they should be killed directly, but I think you must keep them because you want them to contribute, so I brought them here."

The old man said in a low voice:

"I'll keep an eye on them."

"It's not just about watching, Thomas, you have to find a way to make them obey, but I don't think it's too difficult.

The Amazons and Atlantis are on my side, and although our Queen of War and the King of the Seven Seas are blackened, they all have a decent sense of responsibility for their people.

Excluding the bad personal morals of both sides, they are both very attractive and qualified leaders. "

He looked at the old man in front of him who was trying to pretend to be calm, but in fact he could still see the nervousness and apprehension. He said:

"In short, take over the forces of the Assassin Alliance as soon as possible and hide there. I will send people to rebuild the Iceberg Bar, and there will be a 'safe zone' for our two parties to communicate.

I will formulate the next action plan as soon as possible and send it to you, but I know you are in a hurry now, so I won't disturb you and Mrs. Martha's "revisiting the old place" tonight.

But, Thomas, if you can."

Mason exhorts:

"Please try to 'low-key'."

"I understand, and I know how to keep a low profile."

The old man promises:

"I will not destroy the existing environment you have created, and I will contact you later, Mason, thank you for giving me and Martha a chance to do it again, I"

"Thomas, your dark personality is really not suitable for saying these heartfelt thanks. You know that matching your current expression always makes me feel that you will ask me for a ransom the next moment."

Mason joked:

"There is no need to say these words, everyone understands it.

We have fought under the apocalypse together, we have witnessed the end of a world together, we have faced powerful enemies and won them all, all these are enough for us to build the most basic trust.

I don't deny that I'm actually using you and Mrs. Martha's guilt and attachment to Bruce to ensure that you two will stand up when my home world is threatened.

Therefore, there is no need to have any psychological pressure, and there is no need to regard this as some kind of 'gift'.

This is what you deserve and what I paid in advance.

Go and meet him, old man, he may be out for night patrol later in the hour, and it's time for Damian to rest, it's okay for children not to go to bed on time.

You, as a grandfather, have to get him back safely to Wayne Manor. "

"you are right."

Thomas pushed back his hat, and with a fleeting smile on the edge of his well-groomed chin, he said:

"Then, I'll contact you later, Captain Mason."

"swish"

The communicator hung up, Mason stood in his room and blinked.

He was a little curious about what would happen next, but now he couldn't go back to Gotham to eat melons on the spot.

This made Mason scratch like a cat's paw. A few seconds later, he walked out of the room, sneaked into the next room of the Batgirl like a thief, reached out and knocked on the door, then twisted the handle and walked in.

Then, he was surprised to see that everyone in the entire K team stayed here, even the "non-staff member" Judy was sitting on the sofa eating melon seeds.

In front of this group of people is a projection device being adjusted by Barbara.

A camera hacked into Gotham city surveillance system in another world has been turned on, and from it, the old man and Mrs. Martha can be seen discussing something in a dark alley by the side of the road.

"Ha, I already knew that you kid is not a good bird! Come on! Don't miss this."

Zhakang, who was holding the popcorn bucket, grinned and patted the sofa beside him.

Here's a seat reserved for Mason.

"Boss, come here!"

The flamboyant kite man with a glass of red wine urged:

"Everyone doesn't want to miss the first meeting of the three generations of the old bat, the old bat and the little bat. This is a historic moment.

Barbara is taking over the cameras of the Batcave and Wayne Manor remotely. Maybe we can see the picture of the Bat boy crying into Mrs. Martha's arms and calling his mother!

This is a proper dark history. "

Mason stepped forward and sat beside Zack Kang, the catwoman on the left handed him a glass of orange juice, and Zack Kang on the right grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into his hand.

And Harley in front of her swayed and leaned back, right next to Mr. K's legs, she rubbed against her like a well-behaved kitten.

Halle was probably the only person in the room who wasn't interested in "Wayne's Affair," and she was here tonight purely because Barbara had told her Mason would definitely be there.

She just wants to stay with her dear and cute, and plan some things that can't pass the trial by the way.

"Well, I think you might be disappointed."

Mason looked at the projection screen that was gradually lighting up in front of him, and he whispered:

"Thomas is not a random guy, he won't meet Batboy tonight. But you are right, this is the third generation of the Wayne family

God, it's like a miracle that will never come true. "

"Bruce doesn't need that damn parent voucher anymore."

The second barrel leaning on the side took a sip of apple juice and said faintly:

"That shit is still expired! It's so vicious."

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"Ah Choo!"

The old man who walked out of the dark alley of Gotham City suddenly sneezed while standing on the side of the road. The revenge knight in casual clothes looked around and moved his body uncomfortably, as if someone was watching him.

"Drip"

A black luxury car slid gracefully onto the side of the road, and stopped beside the old man who was about to wave for a taxi.

Thomas glanced into the driver's seat and saw his young grandson sitting there driving, while his ex-wife was sitting in the backseat holding a hand mirror and applying makeup.

"Where did this car come from?"

The old man asked in a bad tone, and Damian, who was holding the steering wheel, shrugged and said:

"I 'borrowed' it, Gotham natives are used to this sort of thing, and of course I know you guys want me to grow up to be a good kid, so I dropped a box of money in the parking lot, enough for him to buy another car.

Get in the car! Thomas. "

The little lunatic with the burning fire of gossip in his eyes urged:

"Bruce is waiting for you, let's go, what's so good about this Gotham City, haven't you stayed there enough for the place like a cesspit?"

"It's not the same as ours."

The old man opened the door, sat in the co-pilot, and slid into the traffic as the car started. Looking at the feasting lights outside the window, he said with emotion:

"There is no vengeful knight slaughtering criminals here. Bruce has set himself some kind of bottom line. He knows better than me what to do to keep the city alive and not turn it into a cold and vicious grave."

"Yo, are you boasting before we met?"

Damian curled his lips in displeasure and said:

"I've never seen you praise me so much."

"boom"

A bank on the side of the road burst into flames, and a group of masked robbers shot into the sky and rushed in to rob while the pedestrians around calmly and skillfully evaded.

This scene made the old man sitting in the car shrug his shoulders, he retracted his eyes and closed his eyes, and said:

"Well, the difference between the two is actually not that big, this is still Gotham, you are right, Damian, this is a place like a cesspit.

This is Batman's fate."

"Stop in front, little Bruce."

Mrs. Martha in the back seat suddenly said:

"Before I go to meet my Bruce, I have to go somewhere."

"Crime Lane ahead?"

Damian froze for a moment, he glanced at the old man, and whispered:

"Do you really want to stop there? Are you sure nothing will happen?"

"Do as your grandma says, Damian."

The old man didn't open his eyes, he leaned on his seat and said:

"We did have to go there, as a farewell to the past ... and embrace the new."