Chapter 24 24 Stop Pretending, You Are Not Batman at All!

Chapter 24 24. Stop pretending, you are not Batman at all!

In Gordon House, Barbara was by the window of her room. This gentle red-haired girl was holding a silver-gray fighting stick in her hand.

There are bat-shaped logos on both ends of this thing, and blue high-voltage current is beating on it.

She looked out the window toward the backyard.

In the darkness, she pressed the frame of her black-rimmed glasses, causing the lenses to vibrate like night vision goggles, reflecting several men in black with weapons on their backs climbing over the wall. There were also men in black like ninjas in the yard next to them. Still moving forward quickly.

There are so many people coming, at least thirty!

"They really haunted Mason and haunted him."

Barbara's gentle face showed a hint of disgust, then she picked up a silver-gray earphone and put it into her left ear, and whispered:

"BatNetwork Security Access Code 0274, codenamed 'Oracle' requests communication to the Batcave, the content is as follows: Alfred, the Gordon House has been invaded.

Please support immediately! "

But the only response from Barbara was a busy tone in her earphones.

This made the former Batgirl's face change slightly. Did this group of people block the signal in advance?

So professional.

It is worthy of being the source of all Assassin legends.

However, this was not a problem for a former superhero. Barbara stepped back to the bed and opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a portable Bat-signal gun and put it in her arms.

Since communication is no longer available, let’s set off a big firework.

Barbara took a deep breath, took apart the fighting stick in two, shrank it up and hid it in the wheelchair, took out a few batarangs and held them in her hands, then quietly opened the door to the room.

At the same moment, several smoke bombs broke through the windows and were thrown into the room, mixed with a flash bomb. The experienced Barbara immediately pushed the wheelchair to turn around.

But his ears were still hurt by the violent flash bombs.

In the pungent smoke, several figures burst into the door and rushed toward the girl in the wheelchair with crisp movements. However, in the low gunfire that followed, the fastest one seemed to be hit by an invisible fist. The whole person fell to the ground.

A huge wound in the heart means that the invisible gunman has begun to harvest. The reason why there is no head is that Mason does not want the dirt to splash on Barbara.

Although the headshot is cool, it is too troublesome to clean up later.

The people in black who were attacked immediately dispersed, but it was no use.

Mason, who was hiding in the invisibility cloak, stood leisurely in the smoke, holding a slender blasting shotgun from a distance of less than ten meters and hitting their heads one by one.

When Barbara's senses recovered, there were only corpses in the whole room besides her.

This surprised the former Batgirl. When she heard her father say that Mason was a good shooter, she thought it was just an exaggerated description.

But tonight I saw "real skill".

"I seriously suspect that my father is blind. This cannot be summed up by just three words: 'good marksmanship'."

Barbara covered her mouth and nose and pushed the wheelchair out of the house through the front door. She looked back at the body of the man in black in the house and the very rhythmic gunshots that rang out in the backyard.

Take your time.

Just from the rhythm alone, you can imagine a 17-year-old young man hiding in the dark, pulling the bolt of a gun, and harvesting these black-clad killers one by one with a cold and ruthless gaze.

"boom"

The former Bat Girl raised her hand and fired the flare in her arms into the sky. The red light like fireworks flew into the sky and exploded, forming a bat symbol under the dark clouds.

The moment this thing lit up, the members of the Penguin Gang who were hiding at the front street also rushed over again, screaming.

But three of them were knocked over by the batarangs thrown by Barbara.

She may not be able to deal with the assassins of the League of Assassins, as she relies on a wheelchair to move around, but there is no big problem in bullying these gangsters.

"Shua"

Barbara held the fighting stick and twisted her hands.

The long silver-gray stick rotated and pulsed with blue electricity, illuminating the eager eyes of the hidden hero now codenamed "Oracle".

As for the pistols in their hands.

Do not make jokes!

After she was shot by the Joker, Batman custom-made this wheelchair and a bulletproof lined suit for her.

The small caliber bullet had no deterrent effect on her.

After all, to be exaggerated, this sister’s underwear is bulletproof!

While Barbara was fighting in the front yard, the battle in the backyard invaded by men in black from the League of Assassins became more intense. Bullets were flying and men in black falling to the ground every moment, but these killers were completely unable to do so. Capture traces of the enemy.

They can neither see who is shooting nor capture the trajectory of the bullet.

Even smoke bombs cannot block the opponent's aim. It is like a ghost traveling in the dark night. The person targeted by him has no chance of leaving this ordinary yard.

Mason was shooting on the move, taking one shot and moving to avoid being caught by ballistic counterattacks.

Wearing an invisibility cloak, he acted as if he was cheating. He walked freely one meter in front of a vigilant killer in black who was hiding by the wall of the courtyard, and shot him conveniently.

Just like that, another unlucky guy died.

Losing a third of the men in just a few minutes made the captain of the men in black feel bad.

He immediately gave the order to retreat.

A large number of smoke bombs were thrown out to cover these guys' quick retreat, but the combat auxiliary free aiming frame still accurately locked every target in Mason's vision.

He did not chase.

Instead, he bent down and took a few grenades from the waist of the headless corpse next to him, adjusted the throwing curve in front of him, pulled the pins and threw them out one by one. A few explosions blocked the retreat of the black-clothed men. Then he picked up an assault rifle and shot down several of them with a burst of bullets.

Mason's shooting skills have begun to change qualitatively after reaching Lv3. In addition, his hands are incredibly stable in any situation, and his hit rate has greatly improved even in continuous shooting.

He did not intend to let these black-clothed men go. If one of them ran away, it would cause trouble for himself.

However, after three consecutive shootings in the backyard, when Mason was reloading the explosive shotgun, the invisibility cloak on his body suddenly fluctuated slightly, and the magic wrapped on it began to fade rapidly.

The bloody curse effect of the invisibility cloak was triggered at this moment, causing Mason to frown. The next moment, he was exposed to the panicked black-clad men.

"He's there!"

Someone shouted, and then bullets whizzed over.

The young man slid into the corner of the wall next to him without panicking. When he got the invisibility cloak, he knew it was unreliable, and his experience in Hogwarts also taught him how to fight.

He hid there and did not attack blindly, but held the double-barreled blaster cannon on his waist, breathing steadily and waiting patiently.

A few seconds later, several figures rushed out from two directions at the same time.

They raised their guns to shoot, but Mason was faster.

The close-range triggering of [Quick Draw] made the young man's shooting speed as fast as lightning. Bang, bang, bang, two gunshots almost broke out at the same time, and the four black-clad men who rushed out from two directions were beaten into sieves by the 16 hot steel balls of two buckshot bullets.

"There are about thirty of them. If we don't count these four, they still have six at most."

Mason squatted back to his hiding place like a senior old man. He took off his invisibility cloak and stuffed it into his bag. He opened his hand cannon and loaded it with large buckshot. He calculated in his mind:

"If I'm lucky, I can end the battle by triggering a wave of rapid draws. The "special training" that Lao K took me to the wizarding world really worked. Look how powerful I am now.

Oh, by the way, there is also this good thing!"

The young man took out two small gray bottles from his bag. They were filled with a liquid as viscous as mercury. This was the potion he and the Kite Man found in the ruins of Hogwarts, but it had never been used.

Mason stared at it, and a label quickly popped up on the screen:

Petrification Potion

Quality: Excellent alchemical item·Standard process

Effect: All creatures that come into contact with the potion will be quickly petrified in a short period of time, and the effect lasts for 120 minutes.

Status: The blueprint has been collected

Item Description: The secret to making soup is to add a little poisonous mushrooms and an old shoe heel

Mason smiled slightly and tossed the medicine bottle up and down in his hand.

After waiting for a few seconds and seeing no black-clad men attacking, he turned back and glanced, and the free aiming frame in the field of vision accurately marked the positions of the remaining six people across the wall.

They were squeezed together, and it seemed that they were discussing how to attack.

The young man took a deep breath, rushed out of the hiding place, and threw the petrifying potion at the heads of the black-clad men along the throwing curve in the field of vision, and raised the light sniper when he fell to the ground.

The sniper mode locked the aiming in one go.

With a bang, the gray medicine bottle that passed by the parabola was blown up in the air.

The crystal splashed and the mercury-like viscous potion was sprinkled everywhere like raindrops.

The six gathered men in black were caught off guard by the splashing potion. They thought it was poison, but they didn't feel any pain. Instead, the "ghost boy" who had been hiding rushed out on his own initiative, which made the captain of the men in black overjoyed and grabbed his pistol to shoot.

When he raised his hand, he saw a layer of gray material spreading up along his arms and legs like a spreading shadow.

Wherever that thing went, he was losing all his senses quickly.

His five subordinates were also like him. In panic, they were petrified into anthropomorphic "sculptures" with different postures in the blink of an eye.

Mason got up from the ground with a gun, patted the grass on his body, and walked out of the backyard of Gordon's house to smash the stone statues to put an end to it all.

As he walked, he pulled out the Sujie Eagle behind him and said:

"I swear, when I have some free time, I must make hundreds of bottles of petrification potion to use for self-defense. Isn't this much more useful than noisy and dangerous grenades?"

"Shua"

A black shadow passed through the night sky behind Mason, without affecting the young man's walking. He walked to the front of several stone statues of different shapes and stared at their eyes that still showed surprise and fear.

He shook his head and waved the sword with a gorgeous golden eagle hilt.

At this moment, a prompt lit up:

"Enter combat status."

"Ding"

Mason turned around and slashed, knocking the hidden weapon thrown from behind him away with the blade of the sword. The thing fell to the ground and stuck in the ground in front of the young man, making him frown.

A standard bat dart.

In the dark night in front of him, the familiar figure jumped down from the eaves of Gordon's house.

The cool and low-key black armor is shrouded in the swaying black cloak, leaving only the bat logo on the chest and the golden combat belt exposed.

The man strolled towards Mason with an extremely oppressive attitude. The majestic chin under the bat helmet seemed to reveal his dissatisfaction with the corpse-strewn battlefield beside him.

"Barbara has requested assistance and you should wait for rescue."

Batman stood ten steps away from Mason and said in his signature hoarse voice:

"You're just a kid."

"so what?"

Mason frowned at the Batman in front of him.

He always felt that the person in front of him was a little weird, so he followed Batman's words and retorted:

"You came here ten minutes after they broke into Gordon House. If I hide, who will be able to resist these vicious guys?

That little cutie in the wheelchair? "

Batman fell silent.

He seemed unable to refute Mason's words, so he skipped the topic and looked at the six "stone sculptures" behind Mason. A few seconds later, he said again:

"You obviously have the means to capture them alive, but you insist on using bullets to harvest these lives. You remind me of a familiar person, firm, decisive and ruthless."

"I'm not you. I don't have an invulnerable armor and super martial arts skills that can knock down a hundred people without taking a breath. All I have is this gun in my hand and some gadgets I snatched from the wizard."

Mason lowered his head and lowered the sword in his hand.

He seemed to have no intention of arguing with Batman. He took off his gun and made a "please" gesture to Batman.

It means that since you are here, it is up to you to finish it off.

Batman didn't pay attention to this. He stepped forward and approached the six stone sculptures. When he passed Mason, the young man's eyes glanced behind the master.

"It looks like some kind of magic."

Batman stood in front of the stone statue and looked carefully. Behind him, Mason quietly raised the Sujie Eagle and slashed at his neck the next second.

"clang"

Batman reacted quickly, swung his left arm and popped out the shark-tooth knife on the fighting gauntlet, accurately jamming Mason's sword. He yelled:

"You're crazy!"

"You're not Batman at all! Who the hell are you!"

The young man scolded, took a step back and drew out his sword. When the guy in front of him punched, he imitated Old K's movements and turned the blade over when swinging the sword.

A dazzling light refracted and erupted from the blade of Su Jie's Eagle. Such a short-distance suddenness made the "Batman" in front of him instantly blinded and dizzy.

He reacted quickly and swung three batarangs in different directions with a wave of his hand, but the next moment, he was kicked down by Mason.

The guy is still fighting back.

Even when he was blind, he did not walk around. He relied on his excellent blind fighting skills to knock away the cold blade he was swinging, but then the second bottle of petrifying potion was mercilessly slapped at the guy's feet by Mason. .

The crystal bottle shattered with a loud bang.

The fake Batman maintained a funny posture as if he was about to jump up and was quickly petrified in place. Before he was completely petrified, Mason pulled the Bat helmet off his face.

What came into view was a handsome face, cool black bangs and a pair of gentle blue eyes.

Quite a bit of a pretty boy's temperament.

He looked at Mason as if he wanted to explain something.

But before he could say anything, a layer of gray rock covered his handsome face, turning him into a "charming" male statue.

"Mason! No, what did you do?"

After teaching the Penguin Gang gangsters a lesson in the front yard, Barbara Gordon also pushed her wheelchair into the backyard. She was startled by the scene of corpses scattered in front of her, and then looked at the petrified counterfeit Batman across the street.

This time the gentle elder sister is not gentle at all.

She pushed the wheelchair over angrily, stared at Mason and said:

"Why did you turn my boyfriend into this? In addition to being a gunman, are you also a wizard?"

"Is this your boyfriend?"

Mason grinned and hurriedly reassured:

"Don't worry, Barbara. I can prepare an antidote, but I just need some raw materials. But it's not my fault. Who asked this guy to pretend to be Batman and teach me a lesson?"

"How did you find out?"

Barbara in the wheelchair was relieved when she heard that petrification could be lifted. Then she curiously pushed up her black-rimmed glasses and said:

"Grayson has replaced Batman Night Patrol once or twice, but he has never been exposed so quickly."

"First of all, Batman doesn't talk that much nonsense!"

Mason snorted and played with the bat helmet in his hand. Looking at the petrified handsome guy in front of him, he complained faintly:

"Secondly, my butt is not that upright."