Chapter 293 The 91K Team Has Not Kept up with the Version. From Now on, We Will Be Called the K Corps. Do You Understand?

Chapter 293 91. Team K can no longer keep up with the latest version. We will be called K Corps in the future. Do you understand?

"Okay, leave me your contact information. Let's go out and fight together if we have a chance."

Mason took out his communicator and exchanged numbers with V.

He waved his hand and said:

"Of course, I will ask you to risk your life next time, I will ask you for a high price. If you have time, bring your long-legged girlfriend to Gotham. That place must suit your taste.

Say hello to Panam for me. Her gun is really useful."

Watching Mason and Judy walk into the passage in front of him, V grinned, and a blue halo lit up in the depths of his eyes. After activating the communication, he said to the other side:

"I have tried it for you, Morgan. This guy is just a mechanic. He is not a big threat. In close combat, you can pull his head off with one hand.

He has a good personality and is a good candidate for making friends.

Especially when he smiles, the feeling reminds me of Old Wei and Jack. This guy must be a conscientious person. I like to deal with such people. At least I don't have to worry about being cheated."

"V! I didn't ask you to do these unnecessary things!"

The roar of the captain of the next life team came from The communication sounded, and he scolded:

"Mason is our friend, I have confirmed this, there is no need for you to test it, you bastard who will only add fuel to the fire! If you have nothing to do, why don't you go to the transfer gate to help?"

"Isn't it because I am afraid that you will be attacked?"

V snorted, turned over and jumped out of the window, stretched his body in the not-so-warm sunlight, took out another samurai sword with a black blade reflecting blue light patterns and put it behind his back, and said stubbornly:

"If you accidentally capsize and die in the ditch, I will have to take over this mess. You know I don't like dealing with those bastards, so I naturally hope you live a long life.

You are an old man who doesn't know how to be kind!"

"Beep beep beep"

Amid V's "lingering" complaints, the captain of the afterlife team, Mr. Morgan Blackhand, who had already met Mason in the secret area, awkwardly pressed the hang-up button.

The tall legendary old mercenary coughed and said to Mason, who was expressionless in front of him:

"I'm sorry for not being strict with my subordinates, Mr. Mason."

"It doesn't matter. I know how bad it is to have a group of players with strong "personalities" under my command. My captain's authority is almost zero among them."

Mason empathized with Morgan and stretched out his hand to him, saying:

"Besides, this is not the first time we have met.

Although the previous conversation was interrupted by an unexpected situation, I think after so many things have happened, Team K and Team Next Life can completely trust each other."

"That's right."

Captain Morgan smiled and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Mason.

I didn't feel anything when I watched the holographic projection in Star Castle before, but when the two really stood together, Mason realized that Judy's captain was really a "big man" in every sense.

After several enhancements, Mason's height is close to 1.90 meters, but he is still a head shorter than Morgan Blackhand. Although the latter is no longer young, his muscles are tight in the military vest, making his upper body almost an inverted triangle.

His forearms are as thick as Mason's thighs

When the two hands are clasped together, Mason suddenly feels like a skinny otaku standing in front of Schwarzenegger.

The most outrageous thing is that if Mason remembers the information of the legendary old mercenary in front of him correctly, this guy should be at least 90 years old, right?

With only basic prosthesis installed, maintaining this body shape at this age can only say that the gap between people is really huge.

As far as Mason is concerned, he feels that when he is 90 years old, he can ensure that he can go to the bathroom less at night, and can keep up with Harley's rhythm when kissing, which is already a big victory.

"Don't mind V's little joke, he just likes to do these weird things."

After Mason and Captain Morgan exchanged greetings, a lady in combat uniform sitting on the other side of the secret area also said to Mason:

"Mr. Hunter will be here at any time. I think you and him must have important things to discuss that we are not convenient to know, so why don't we hurry up.

Let's discuss all the issues that need to be discussed. It's not easy to meet in the parallel world on non-trading days."

This lady is not young anymore.

Her face and body shape have obviously undergone corrective surgery to keep her appearance from being affected too much by time, but the long gray hair and wrinkles around her eyes still represent the traces of time left on her.

However, the steady temperament of this old lady when she spoke proved that she was not an ordinary person. At first glance, she was the think tank and important figure of the next life team.

"Mason, this is Roger."

Judy whispered to her friend:

"She is the most powerful middleman in Night City and even in our world, the immortal queen of the mercenary world. The name of the Afterlife Team is named after the bar she owns.

She is now the intelligence officer and reconnaissance commander of the Afterlife Team."

"She is very famous, and she is well-known."

Mason nodded politely to the old lady, and pulled out a chair to sit next to Captain Morgan. Since she had taken the initiative, he no longer concealed his intentions.

He took out a cigarette box and said:

"Originally, I repeatedly invited Captain Morgan to meet to discuss the comprehensive cooperation between Team K and Team Afterlife. I mean cooperation at the alliance level.

But some unexpected events just now made me feel that I must discuss another matter with you first. "

Mason picked up the cigarette, glanced at Morgan, and then glanced at Roger, and said:

"I mean, we'd better determine the answer to this matter before the hunter arrives. It's not complicated to say. You should know that not long ago, a seat in the A-level Twelve Council was vacant."

"Well, we know."

Aunt Roger hooked her finger, and Mason threw his cigarette box over very tactfully. The latter lit a cigarette for herself very elegantly and coolly, leaned on the sofa like a queen, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said to Mason:

"According to the information obtained by my informant, the accidental death of 'Blight' Wesker is a mystery, and its answer is blocked in the Isu world that has disappeared from the parallel world system of the Star Society.

But I know that Team K also participated in that operation.

So, if I guess correctly, Wesker's death should be related to you? "

Faced with her inquiry, Mason nodded without any disguise.

Such a frank answer made Roger and Captain Morgan exchange glances.

Unlike logistical personnel like Judy, Morgan and Roger are both combatants, and they are quite familiar with the combat effectiveness of the A-level members of the Star Club.

It sounds incredible that Team K can do this as a C-level team, but Wesker's death cannot be faked. Even if Mason got some external help, it can't cover up the outstanding performance of Team K.

"I just completed my B-level promotion task, and during this task, I had a conversation with Mr. Hunter's superior. "

Mason blew a smoke ring and made a long story short:

"In order to win me over, they promised to give the vacant seat to Team K, but I don't want it. Our strength cannot handle that position. The end of forcing it can only be seen and remembered by all kinds of people.

This is not the result I want.

So, taking this opportunity to talk, I want to give you this A-level seat. Anyway, the next life team is already in the process of promotion to the A-level twelve-member council.

You already have ideas, so I might as well do you a favor. ”

“Uh, wait a minute! Let me sort it out.”

Captain Morgan touched his head.

He felt his frontal cortex RAM manager was a little hot. Why did Mason, a C-level personnel, talk about the A-level seat coveted by countless people with the same attitude as street cabbage?

This tone of holding the hand is not right, right?

But compared to Morgan's caution, when Aunt Roger heard Mason's proposal, her eyes suddenly lit up. She sat up straight, flicked the ash, and said:

“Can you guarantee that the seat will fall into our hands? Are your connections really that strong?

I heard from little girl Judy that you might be the illegitimate child of a heavyweight in your world, but I think your suspicious father is not really a big shot in the superior organization, right?”

“I can try to operate it. I don’t think it’s a big problem. "

Mason helplessly glared at Judy, who was covering her face and looking very embarrassed, and shook his head and replied:

"As for who my parents are, I don't know now, but I'm sure they are not as powerful as you think, Roger, it's just that I have something that the superior organization needs, so I can bargain with them.

It's just an A-level seat, which is a piece of cake for those who are really all-powerful.

But before we discuss the details, I have another question for you, and I hope you can answer me honestly. "

He paused and asked in a heavier voice:

"Team K cooperated with the hunter because they couldn't stand the style of the Star Society. The hunter did this kind of thing most likely for revenge, so what about you? Why did you "go with us"?

With your abilities, no matter which faction you switch to, you can get along well, but there is no need to go all the way with us. "

"Is this answer important? "

Rogge blew out a smoke ring and asked.

Mason nodded, took out the penguin umbrella, held the golden apple in his hand and let it emit a golden glow. Under the light, he said seriously:

"We are fighting a war. The enemy is not just the Stars. If I want to win, I must choose my allies carefully. Look at this thing, Rogge and Captain Morgan, and then answer my questions.

Can I trust you?"

"I know that the person who can do so many great things will not be a simple character, well, if you want to know the answer."

Rogge flicked his hair, and the old aunt snorted femininely, crossed her legs and changed her posture to lean on the sofa, staring at the golden apple in Mason's hand.

She could feel a force interfering with her mind, which might be some kind of clever "lie detection method".

But she didn't care.

She said:

"The Afterlife Team is not just a refugee after the collapse of the world. We were selected as representatives and guards of a "data civilization" in the dark ages of the material world.

Unlike other lone avengers, we are also responsible for reviving civilization.

According to the trillions of calculations by Patmos, the "data god" who is still maintaining cyberspace in the shrine, the current expansion model adopted by the Star Society and its superior organizations is unsustainable.

Because in the context of the impact event, the overall resources of the entire parallel world are limited and are constantly self-depleting, which means that they will soon be "out of money".

When there are not enough new worlds for them to discover and plunder, the organization that can still rely on interests to unite will fall into a cruel competition of "internal fighting".

In that case, our 'low-level civilization' will obviously be consumed as 'consumables'.

No one wants to end up being sacrificed as cannon fodder after putting in so much effort for existence, so when Mr. Hunter extended an olive branch to us, we quickly responded to him. "

Roger took a deep breath.

She looked into Mason's eyes and concluded:

"For us and even our civilization to be lucky, we must ensure that the current stars are not in power! Under the current system, we cannot see any hope.

We long to see change, for better or worse, and that's why we're here to talk to you. "

"That's the obvious reason. It can be said to be a collective decision made by our civilization."

After Aunt Rogge finished speaking, Captain Morgan also knocked on the table and said:

"Personally, we have our own reasons.

After all, everyone here and the survivors in the current afterlife team have personally experienced the end of the world. Although even without the invasion of the Star Society, there is a high probability that our world will not survive the impact of the disaster.

But Mason.

Maybe it's emotional to say this, but our world was not destroyed by impact, we all saw with our own eyes who really destroyed it.

We stinky mercenaries who can't read a few words don't understand any big principles.

But we still understand the rules of blood for blood and tooth for tooth.

I want to see them suffer, I want to see them suffer, I want to see them fail, I want to see them fall apart.

I don't ask for a long and happy life in a bright era.

That's not a choice a mercenary would make.

But I hope that at the end of the dark ages, when the stars will burn brightly, there will be a fire in that pile of fire that was lit by my own hands. "

This hot-blooded old man in his nineties with a pothead shrugged his shoulders. He played with a cigar, looked at the golden apple in Mason's hand, and said very calmly:

"Although it may sound irrational for me to say this, the fact is that this is a personal vendetta."

"They killed my good friend."

Judy, who was not asked to speak, also put her hand on Mason's shoulder at this moment. The technology girl said softly:

“Revenge can’t bring them back to life, but I at least have to do something for them.

Although in our world, those of us at the bottom are free to live and die randomly, perhaps revenge is our last dignity and the only dignity we can get. "

"Very good, you didn't lie. Although you may have concealed something, I can't be too harsh after all."

Mason moved his hand away from the golden apple, and the yellow glimmer disappeared.

He pulled out a piece of paper filled with words, handed it to Captain Morgan, and said:

"Let's talk about that seat next. I'm willing to give it to you for free, but I am the captain of Team K after all. I have to fight for some benefits for my organization."

"Well, I can understand the previous things. What does the last one mean?"

Morgan looked at the note in his hand and said doubtfully:

"You asked us to help you train your servant army? You also asked us to send no less than 100 legendary mercenaries as instructors, and to set up a production line for military prosthetics and weapons specifically for your servant army.

How many servants does Team K have? "

"Quite a lot."

Mentioning this issue gave Mason a headache. He said:

"An Osborne Tower, one million remnants of pirates, an Assassin's League that will serve us, an Amazon tribe with all superhuman members, and the Kingdom of Atlantis that will soon own the world's oceans, eh?

Why are you looking at me like that?

Isn't it normal for the pioneer team to have an army of servants? You also have a world of androids in your hands who are willing to go through fire and water for you. "

"If you think that a world of androids can be compared to these guys you just mentioned, then I feel like you are making a mockery of the efforts we have made over the past many years to strengthen ourselves."

Old Aunt Rogge said in a quiet voice:

"I have never seen any B-class team with such a luxurious servant army configuration. In fact, it is quite rare for even A-class members to be as arrogant as you.

The most important thing is that what we call a 'servant army' in the conventional sense generally does not exceed a thousand people. No more than ordinary pioneers can afford to support it.

but you

According to your current thinking, what you want is not a servant army, Mason.

You are asking us to train you a real, fully armed army that can run rampant in all realms. To put it simply, you have to build your own 'cleaner'!

I originally doubted your determination to fight them to the end.

But now I just feel ashamed of my lack of imagination, you are just trying a very new way of resistance."

"Perhaps it's because I understand how political power comes from the barrel of a gun? Maybe it's because I know that dignity can only be won with bloody fists? Maybe it's because I plan to do it with real swords instead of using a big ideal to confuse you."

Mason stood up, pushed the hat on his head, and said:

"So? What's the answer from the Afterlife team?"

"We must participate in such an interesting thing. This is much better than I thought of secretly attacking several resource worlds or burning the Star Castle to ashes."

Captain Morgan also stood up suddenly.

He looked at Mason with admiration, stretched out his hand to him, and said:

"Since you, who has a great future, have staked yourself on the card table, what do we barefooted ones have to fear? We're following!"