Chapter 173 56V, There Is a Cyber Psychopath Causing Trouble in Star Castle, Would You Like to Stop by and Take a Look?

Chapter 173 56.V, there is a cyber psychopath in Star Castle causing trouble, you go to see it?

"I killed a garrison of the Cleaners on my own initiative. If they don't trust me, then they should throw me out as cannon fodder to attract attention or find a way to get rid of me."

Mason looked back at the office door behind him, and he thought in the elevator:

"Although I was warned, this matter was still taken lightly and put down lightly, which means that in her eyes, the garrison of the Cleaners may only be a "trouble".

So there are still people of ours in the "superior organization"?

This is a mysterious person with enough power to influence the decision-making of the Cleaners, or cover up the news of a rebellion in a certain world. Well, this fact really makes people feel at ease.

It seems that I was blessed again after mistakenly entering the black violence gang. Ru Xinzhi joined a very powerful traitor organization. "

Mason looked at the number of floors in the elevator in front of him. While playing with the small slime monster jumping in his palm, he whispered:

"But Mr. Hunter's reaction also proves that she is probably not the real leader of this Quint Club. There are more senior leaders above her.

So I now position myself as a lackey of lackeys.

Ah, it always sounds so cheap that I will be thrown out as cannon fodder at any time. "

He complained in a low voice. When the elevator went down to the third floor, Mason took out the hourglass that Mr. Hunter had given him before. Only a small part of the quicksand on the hourglass was still flowing with time.

When the sand leaked out, he could see the things he had been curious about.

About "impact", about "disaster", about the truth that others are very taboo.

What form will it appear in?

This made Mason, who escaped punishment and was in a good mood, couldn't help but imagine it, but in the office he just left, Mr. Hunter didn't even feel like drinking coffee.

She took off the mask on her face and threw it aside in annoyance. Her long silver hair was scattered and casually pushed behind her ears.

She opened the drawer, took out a very old communication device from it, pressed the button several times, and then threw it aside.

A few minutes later, a letter was delivered to Mr. Hunter's desk by the "messenger" of the Star Society.

It was more like some kind of magic, making the envelope fall from the air in front of Mr. Hunter and land in her open hands, but he did not open the letter, but put it on the table.

A few seconds later, the envelope floated up, and the paper twisted into a human mouth, speaking a man's low voice.

This is the "roaring letter".

Originated from the "useful tricks" in the magic system of the Hogwarts world, the Star Society and its superior organizations still know how to make the best use of things.

The letter said to the hunter:

"What happened? Why did such a vicious attack happen suddenly? Or at this critical moment, are you sure it was just an accident, and not a trap set by your other two "good colleagues"? "

"Don't speculate on conspiracy theories for everything. This is just an accident."

Mr. Hunter shook his head and said:

"You have to send someone to that coordinate world to talk to Norman Osborn and find out his bottom line. From the description of the mission report submitted by my people, this person is quite capable.

Although it is not uncommon for the vassal world to send undercover agents to the Star Society, it is so big. The scale of the operation was concealed for three years without being discovered. This is indeed worthy of attention.

This is obviously not done by him alone.

According to the intelligence brought by my people, when the coordinate world was invaded, they not only sent people to the Star Society in the opposite direction, but also some went to your side.

We must find them!

If possible, contact them and see if we can cooperate. "

The envelope in front of her did not speak for a long time, and after more than ten seconds, it spoke faintly:

"You know this is risky. We are not as free as you are, Hunter, I have to go to the toilet here. There are more than a dozen pairs of eyes staring at me.

They wish they could hide by the toilet and hand me toilet paper when I need it."

"The risks and troubles are your problem! Not mine."

Mr. Hunter said bluntly:

"You dragged me into this damned little group, and you gave me this heavy responsibility. I could have done it easily."

"Go to hell?"

The voice yawned and said:

"You know if I didn't save you, you would have died with your parents in that meaningless and worthless resistance. It would be fine if you didn't thank me, but you actually put the blame on me.

Hey, I'm not begging you to join this group, little hunter girl.

Okay, okay.

I know you've been under a lot of pressure recently. I'll send someone to contact Norman Osborn, okay? You don't have to interfere in this matter. I'll take care of the Cleaners.

It's not surprising that any problems occurred during the impact. It's just an accident for a garrison on a marginal world. It's just a line of numbers in the summary of the situation.

By the way, the Mason Cooper who told you all this and did it without your knowledge is the 'new old K'? What do you think of this person? Is he trustworthy? "

"Not bad. "

After Mr. Hunter "learned" from Mason and threw his troubles to his superior, he was obviously in a much better mood. He picked up his coffee cup again and took a sip, saying:

"He has brains and skills, and what is more valuable is that he is not a bad person. It's just that he has too many tricks. He is testing my bottom line in his words and deeds. You know, I am not very good at dealing with such guys.

But you must enjoy it. How about I find a chance to send him to you?"

"Forget it, it's not possible now."

The voice said regretfully:

"Let's talk about it after this impact is over. There are several "salvation" test projects going on at the same time. If we are lucky, maybe we don't have to go to the final stage of fighting with them.

After all, everyone gathered together for the same purpose to make such a big mess.

Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. I have a meeting to attend later, and another batch of conquerors will be joining the ranks. I have to inspect them. Hidden in the Star Club I'll leave the three spy teams to you, is that okay? "

"Yes, no problem."

Mr. Hunter put down his coffee cup and looked at the mission report submitted by Mason. At the end of their conversation, she suddenly said:

"Wait, I suddenly found that there are some of your "acquaintances" in these three teams, Black Widow Natasha, Phil Coulson, tut, do you want to treat them specially?"

"Just time and space aliens."

The voice said casually:

"Although they have the same name, the same past and even the same appearance, they are not the people I am familiar with after all. You have been in this business for so long, are you not used to this kind of thing?

When I first started, I killed three of myself.

Your little brother Mason Cooper is probably going to face this kind of thing soon. Huh, I'm really curious about how he will deal with himself in another time and space?

Don't forget to tell me the result when the time comes."

After that, the floating envelope in front of Mr. Hunter turned into ashes and dissipated in the air as if it was spontaneously combusted without fire.

The man's words undoubtedly reminded Mr. Hunter. She rubbed her chin, thought for a while, stood up, put on the mask, and disappeared into the office with her coffee in a flash of silver light. When she appeared again, she had arrived at the deepest part of the Great Library of the Star Castle.

In front of her was a huge, strange machine with a steampunk style.

Mr. Hunter held the coffee cup, picked up a punch card and put it into the card slot, pulled the lever down, and when the white steam spurted out of the vent, she said:

"Search all the parallel worlds known so far, and find the space-time anomaly of the Star Club C-level personnel 'Mason Cooper', and list the results for me in a table."

The machine in front of her received the order and began to work quickly.

In the harsh sound of gear collision and rotation, the machine was working and projected an extremely complex star map system, which was not only three-dimensional, but more like a special system formed by many phantoms entangled together.

The light spots were jumping on it, representing that one world after another was traversed.

Nearly three minutes later, another hot punch card was spit out. Mr. Hunter took it to a special machine next to him, put the punch card in, and converted the information it carried into text.

A few seconds later, a note was sent out.

Mr. Hunter took it in his hand and glanced at it, and the coffee he had just put into his mouth spit it out again with a puff.

"The number of Mason Cooper's space-time anomalies is 0? There is only one of him in the entire multiverse parallel world system! How is this possible?"

Mr. Hunter shouted in his heart.

She was so shocked that she couldn't speak for a while, and looked back at the weird machine behind her that was said to have been dragged back from a place called "Life Court".

In the high-level of the Star Society, this thing is called "Destiny Machine". It is said that it can predict the fate of all things in the world. Many important decisions require the advice and assistance of the Destiny Machine.

A few seconds later, Mr. Hunter rubbed his head and complained:

"Is this broken thing broken? But if it's not broken, I have to think about what I recruited.

It seems that Mason is much more important than I thought."

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"A-choo!"

Mason, who was talking to the tech girl in 2077 in Judy's workshop, suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his nose and didn't care. He took the photo in the communicator and said to Judy:

"Look at how this photo is taken? Actually, I wanted to bring his head back at first, but that was too barbaric, and that guy turned into quicksand when he died, nothing was left."

Judy didn't answer.

She curled up on the sofa and looked at the photo in Mason's hand with a complicated expression.

Mr. Sandstorm's complex and horrified expression before his death was captured vividly. I don't know if this bastard who once spread the zombie virus in Night City repented for the dirty things he did in the past when he died?

"Thank you, Mason, and Barbara."

Judy's eyes lit up with blue light, which meant that she was sending the data of this photo to others. She let out a long sigh and said:

"I really didn't expect you to be able to do this, and in that situation, you would still remember to help us get revenge."

"It's not a big deal."

Mason took back the communicator and said:

"With your strength, it is easy to deal with these miscellaneous things. I just happened to meet them at the right time. Don't take it too seriously. I didn't want to use these things to blackmail you."

"Mason, everything we need is ready."

Barbara walked out of Judy's workshop warehouse, holding a very sophisticated silver-white biological containment tank in her hand, which was specially prepared for the symbiote in Selina's body.

"Okay, let's leave now."

Mason stood up, waved goodbye to Judy, and left with Barbara.

But just as they walked to the door, Judy suddenly received some news. The handsome girl with tattoos on her arms and neck stood up and said:

"Wait a minute, Mason, my captain wants to meet with you."

"Um?"

Mason turned around in surprise and said:

"So fast? Didn't you just tell us that they are still doing patrol missions in a dangerous prehistoric world and dealing with a group of dangerous guys at the same time?"

"They are indeed there, but the captain said that you have helped so much, and it makes no sense not to thank you properly."

Judy brushed her unique long hair and explained:

"Of course, it's not like you think, I'm here to meet you in person, I'm just using the Star Castle's communication system to project a data projection here.

Just a moment, I'll prepare the equipment.

In fact, if you can accept a little bit of prosthetic transformation, you can meet and talk in the improved version of Mewtwo. I can create an environment that is comfortable enough for both of you. "

"Adding some metal parts to your body?"

Mason pursed his lips and said:

"Forget it, I have no interest in these self-harming things."

Judy quickly pushed out a special black drone-like device from her bedroom. After activation, a blue light was projected.

The figure of a tall and strong man was quickly woven on the ground in front of Mason, and even the background of the wild forest in the area where this guy was located was also woven out.

This man was about two meters tall, with a crisp pot head and a complexion of South American mixed race. He was leaning against a tree and holding a burning cigar.

At his feet lay a heavy-duty kinetic shotgun large enough for a child's fist to penetrate.

Behind him, a young man in a black cloak was practicing his sword skills with a long black knife. In the camp farther away, a girl was sitting there taking care of the sniper rifle in her hand.

"Mason Cooper?"

The man spoke:

"My name is Morgan, Morgan Blackhand, the captain of the afterlife team. Behind me are V and Panan, and Rogge is leading people to guard further away. Please understand that we are on a mission and cannot thank you in person."

"Sandstorm is just a minor character, there is no need to be like this."

Mason's eyes did not stay on Morgan Blackhand for too long, but kept staring at V who was practicing sword skills behind him. After a few seconds, he finally couldn't help but ask:

"The famous V is actually a man? Didn't you agree to be a woman?"

"ah?"

Mason's sudden question made Morgan Blackhand, a tough guy, stunned for a moment. He didn't know how to answer but thought it was a joke, so he shrugged and ignored it.

Just said in a deep voice:

"Perhaps it seems like a simple task to you, but the destruction of the Six-Headed Snake Squad is of great significance to those of us who are lost. I believe that the reservists in the next life will be happy about it.

You're our friend, Mason.

There should be some spare weapons and equipment in Judy's warehouse. If necessary, you can take them yourself. Don't be polite to us. Come and have a drink at our bar if you have the chance in the future.

I remember there seems to be a Demon Lizard in Panan’s garage, if you don’t mind, that’s it.”

"Morgan! They're here again!"

A distant shout belonging to an old aunt interrupted the conversation between Morgan and Mason. The tall man picked up the shotgun at hand and turned around and fired. Green fluorescent blood burst out behind him.

The communication was terminated.

The moment the light and shadow dissipated, Mason keenly captured a ferocious figure emerging from hiding.

"So, their mission this time is to expel the Predators?"

Mason looked back at Judy.

The technical officer of the afterlife team shrugged and said with a grin:

"Ha, you guessed it. They are not ordinary Predator warriors, but a group of Predator elders and their Queen's Guards who are hunting everywhere in that vassal world. They are like crazy.

Seven low-level teams have already failed there, otherwise it wouldn't be our turn to step forward. "

"This is really dangerous."

Mason rubbed his forehead, looked at Judy in front of him, and said:

"But you heard it just now. Your captain said that he would send a demon lizard to us. I can't pretend that I didn't hear it. Where is that thing? Let me go and open my eyes."

"You can't use it if you don't install the brain plug-in."

Judy complained:

"That thing is a fully sensory-controlled war vehicle. Don't tell me you want to transform it into a backward hand-controlled one? I won't agree to it!"