Chapter 39 39 If You Make a Mistake, Just Make a Louder Noise to Cover It up (Sure)

Chapter 39 39. If you make a mistake, just make a louder noise to cover it up (sure)

"Boss, the hunter left this for us."

When Mason was about to leave the Iceberg Bar to do something, Kite Man found him and showed him something. The young man took the document from Charles and flipped through it, then frowned.

This is the complete set of property ownership documents of the Iceberg Bar. With this, Mason and Kite Man can prove their ownership of the Iceberg Bar at the legal level.

The most outrageous thing is that the asset transfer document has been stamped with the official notarization stamp of Gotham. Combined with Mr. Hunter's statement that he had been around Gotham City, perhaps these documents are the purpose of his going out.

"To show his unfathomable depth? Or is it a show of strength?"

Mason looked at the document in his hand, then looked at Charles and said:

"What else did he say?"

"He said that this bar looks very impressive and that the Borderlands is suitable for our base of activities in this world, so he helped us get this as a 'congratulation' to the successful reorganization of Team K."

Kite Man also looked serious.

He also knew that this "gift" was very hot.

"Boss, do we want it?"

He asked.

"Yes! Why not?"

Mason flipped through the documents and took out a pen, saying:

"If we refuse again, it will make us look guilty. He must have found out what happened in the city in the past period of time, and perhaps he is using this method to remind us not to make unnecessary struggles.

But it is really troublesome to take this thing, and other forces in the city will definitely find a way to snatch it away."

"I said that too."

Kite Man sighed and said helplessly:

"But Mr. Hunter told me that a pioneer team that can't even deal with local forces is not qualified for the Stars to see. Member. "

"Yes, that's true, but it's not my problem."

Mason nodded seriously, wrote a name in the signature section of the asset transfer document, and slapped the stack of documents on the Kite Man's chest, saying:

"Now it's your problem! Mr. Charles Brown, the owner of the Iceberg Bar, congratulations on becoming a millionaire with property overnight from a third-tier villain living in a garbage apartment."

The Kite Man opened the document with wide eyes and saw his name written on it, indicating that he had become the owner of this new property.

Mason strode into the elevator without giving his younger brother any time to react. In the crisp sound of the elevator car closing and going down, the young man sighed helplessly and rubbed his forehead.

He whispered:

"I never thought that I would return to this hellhole in this way. Then why did I try so hard to get out of the Penguin Gang?

After wandering around outside, I actually came back.

Fate is really amazing."

"Ding"

The elevator opened, Mason walked out of the first floor and remembered the scene when he was reborn.

A week ago, he could only be a doorman outside this magnificent place, but now, this building, including the land and the 800-meter underground area, belongs to him.

Mason curled his lips, took out the Penguin's armed umbrella and strode out of the building.

When he walked down the stairs, he looked back at the Iceberg Bar behind him.

It must be said that the Penguin's vision for doing business is absolutely unique. Although this store is not in the most prosperous neighborhood of Gotham, its location is exactly the border area of ​​major gangs.

Occupying this place can effectively integrate the gray resources in the city, plus the terrifying connections that the Penguin has cultivated in the city for nearly 30 years, such a bar can be said to make a fortune every day.

At this time, Mason suddenly had an epiphany.

Giving away an expensive building, which seems to show off wealth, is probably Mr. Hunter reminding him to change his mindset.

After all, for an organization like the Star Club that spans countless parallel worlds, money and wealth in a certain world are probably equivalent to "mission props."

"These big guys really have eight hundred eyes in their eyes."

The young man complained.

He reached out to stop a taxi and arrived at Gordon's house more than ten minutes later. He also bought three pizzas, a bottle of wine, some fruits and a bouquet of flowers as gifts.

He knocked on the door and saw Barbara and gave her the flowers, which made the gentle big sister smile immediately.

Director Gordon had just gotten up from taking care of his old brother in the hospital last night, and Mason happened to bring food over and solved breakfast.

However, when Barbara was cutting fruit in the kitchen, the watch on her wrist suddenly vibrated, causing the former Batgirl to put down her fruit knife in surprise and take a look. She found that it was a message from Batman.

She sent the fruit plate to the table and returned to the room to pick up the special headphones and put them on. After the communication was connected, Batman's low voice sounded:

"Barbara, where is Mason?"

"Yes."

She asked, and Batman asked again:

"How long has he been there?"

"About fifteen minutes."

Barbara felt a little strange now.

Sitting in a wheelchair, she looked out the door and found that her father had just drunk a large glass of wine in one breath amid Mason's cheers. The "cool" posture made the young girl a little bit unbearable to look directly at.

She sighed and said:

"He came to my house for dinner as agreed. Gordon is very happy. What happened?"

"Just a routine inquiry. Remember to give him the Batphone."

Batman reminded her and hung up the call briefly, which made Barbara Gordon raise her eyebrows. It seems that Batman really cares about Mason.

She had never seen this man take the initiative to call and remind her of such a small matter before.

However, what Barbara didn't know was that Batman's situation was not very good at this time.

The Dark Knight in Gotham rarely appeared during the day, and he acted with Nightwing.

On a remote road near Arkham Asylum on the outskirts of Gotham City, the Batfighter controlled by Alfred was circling in the air to provide fire support to the ground, while the master and the eldest son cooperated with each other to use some electromagnetic heavy weapons to attack the fierce giant monster in front of them.

The zombie-like three-headed dog that suddenly appeared ten minutes ago was roaring and running wildly on the road. This crazy monster opened its bloody mouth and bit the master who was swinging in the air.

Batman stared at the back of the three-headed dog, where a mysterious man holding a scarlet sword was standing.

"It seems that the zombie disaster in Blackgate Prison has nothing to do with Mason, at least not directly."

The master looked at the alienated monster in front of him that exuded a foul smell, and came to a preliminary conclusion in his heart. The mysterious man who was driving the three-headed dog was undoubtedly the most suspicious.

"Arkham Asylum gathers a large number of evil and crazy souls. I have smelled the delicious taste of depravity."

The mysterious man shouted:

"Get out of the way! Batman, you have not yet settled accounts with you for destroying my house and taking away the 'little white mouse' I carefully cultivated. Are you so eager to die?"

"Are you the black wizard?"

Batman was stunned for a moment, and then immediately reacted.

While the bat fighter above his head continued to pour firepower to suppress the three-headed dog in place, the master grabbed three bat darts and threw them at the mysterious man.

The enhanced bat dart brought a dazzling electric current in the air, and the attack special effects were extremely cool but did not hit anything.

The mysterious man disappeared strangely.

At the same time, the bat fighter plane suspended at least 300 meters in the air seemed to be slashed by an invisible blade, and fell diagonally into the nearby forest in a violent explosion and fire.

The master crossed his arms in the air to block at the moment he sensed the fatal crisis, but with the harsh sound of metal cutting, the scarlet straight blade sword turned into a stream of light and flashed in front of Batman's eyes, and then a fierce kick in the air kicked Batman from the air to the ground.

The master rolled to the ground.

The combat arm armor on both hands cracked silently, and a clear scratch was cut on the black armor from the chest to the waist.

The opponent seemed to be playing a trick on him.

The knife almost rubbed his skin and cut down, destroying the battle suit but not causing any damage to the body.

"Dark wizard? Do you think I'm such a low-level thing?"

The mysterious man returned to the back of the three-headed dog, sneered, turned his wrist and played a sword flower.

He said sarcastically:

"It's really a Dark Knight who has committed the sin of arrogance, but I have no intention of going against a 'chosen one' who has escaped death several times, Batman, fate is on your side.

That's it for now.

Now, get out of the way!

Just like the sinful souls in Blackgate Prison, taking away the souls in Arkham Asylum will benefit the city you protect, and this will be the last thing I take away from Gotham.

If you don't get out of the way, the next knife won't be so gentle."

While speaking, the mysterious man disappeared and reappeared in the same place again, and kicked the young master who attacked from behind more than ten meters away in the afterimage of a body shaking.

The silent master did not get out of the way.

He took a fighting posture to block the howling zombie three-headed dog, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. The mysterious man sneered and drove the beast forward.

Just when it was about to crush Batman, a blue stream of light at several times the speed of sound fell from the sky. While splashing dust all over the sky, he swung a punch, knocking back the three-headed dog in front of him and crushing the big head in the middle.

As dust splashed in a ring, the master whispered to the helper:

"It took you two minutes to get here from Kansas?"

"I was just teaching my son to milk a cow. It takes time to find an excuse to slip away."

The man replied:

"And you can't even last two minutes? You are really old."

"Superman!"

Standing in front of the zombie three-headed dog that was almost torn apart by a punch, the mysterious man looked at the tall man standing in front of Batman with extreme fear.

The latter was suspended in the air a few centimeters above the ground, and the heat rays in his eyes were ready to go.

The mysterious man did not pester him anymore.

He seemed to know how powerful this man was. He took a step back and disappeared on the ravaged road like entering a stream, disappearing with the three-headed dog whose body was broken.

The battlefield that was deadly and exciting just now suddenly became quiet.

Superman's eyes cooled as he rushed to support. He landed on the ground in his battle suit. With his red cape swaying, he frowned at Batman, whose battle suit had been cut open, and said:

"Where are the weapons you hid? Why didn't you use them but called me directly? This is not your style."

"I don't have any weapons for this specific enemy."

The master looked at the mess on the ground and replied briefly:

"If you can't kill with one blow, you can't reveal your trump card casually. Having your strength revealed will only reduce the deterrence. Calling you to implement 'intimidation tactics' is the most appropriate choice.

Have you seen his true face? "

"No."

Superman rubbed his eyes and said:

"It's the kind of magic I hate the most. It's like being filled with lead and makes me unable to see anything. I know Gotham is a magical place, but when did such a ruthless character come again?"

The master shook his head and did not answer.

He squatted on the ground and collected the remaining flesh, flesh and broken teeth of the three-headed dog, then stood up and said quietly:

"So next time I should just call the more useful Diana?"

"Or Barry."

Superman didn't care about his old friend's sarcasm, he said calmly:

"That's a fast guy, and it's a good choice to suppress him with faster speed. Barry has been a little restless recently. He said that the Speed ​​Force is becoming unpredictable.

Maybe it’s what we’ve been paying attention to.”

"Shh!"

The master made a gesture of silence and said:

"Let's talk about these things at the watchtower."

"You really don't need me to stay here to help?"

Superman shrugged, levitated and asked:

"I can help you with my super hearing."

"Your son is on an 'adventure'."

The master clicked on the monitoring device on the bracelet and said quietly:

"He's about to find those things you hid under the barn on the farm."

"goodbye!"

Superman's expression changed.

With a whoosh, it flew into the sky and disappeared.

"Alfred, was the battle just recorded?"

Batman activated the communication and asked, and the reliable old butler immediately answered:

"We have begun to analyze the enemy's combat patterns, but there is too little information available to formulate targeted tactics, and the tracker you dropped on him has also been destroyed.

Master, your acting skills have deteriorated. You should have continued to fight for a while longer.

A new enemy has been profiled, codenamed ‘Three-Headed Dog’. Now that it has been determined that this guy is the source of the zombie problem, does Mason still need to continue to observe? "

“Lower priorities, but keep watching.”

Batman carried the kicked Nightwing into the Batmobile and said:

"I'm still curious about what Mason is hiding."

——

At Gordon's House, Mason helped the drunken Gordon back to the room and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Not surprisingly, he found Mr. Hunter already waiting for him there.

The man disguised as a man holds a sabotaged tracker in his fingers.

He threw the voodoo birdcage to Mason. The three-headed dog inside was in miserable shape but was slowly recovering under the influence of the resurrection stone fragments.

"Next time you ask me to read those shameful lines, I'll give you a knife."

Mr. Hunter said quietly:

“But Batman is really interesting, and I still have time to analyze my fighting patterns in my first battle.

If my team wasn't already full, I'd really like to have him on my side. He's definitely the all-around teammate that all world explorers crave.

Mason, you can try to win over him after you become stronger.

As for Superman, forget it.

That guy is too dangerous and you can't control him. "

"Thank you for your generous assistance, Lord Hunter. You have really done me a great favor."

Mason sincerely thanks:

"Although my favor may not be worth much, I must admit that I owe you once."

"Then try to make your favor valuable. Maybe it will become a surprise in the future."

Mr. Hunter waved his hand behind him, and a rotating door like a sea of ​​stars jumped out. He turned around and walked into it before disappearing with the swaying of his cloak.

Mason let out a sigh of relief in the quiet kitchen.

I can finally relax for a while.

"Mason!"

Barbara's voice sounded outside the kitchen, and the girl in a wheelchair approached holding a laptop. She pushed up the black-rimmed glasses on her face and said to the young man who was washing the dishes:

"I helped you select some very good jobs, do you want to come and take a look?"

"Thanks, Barbara, but I already found my dream job and asked my friend to send me my resume."

Mason smiled and said:

"Maybe there will be a reply tomorrow."

"Really? Then I wish you good luck in the interview."

Barbara laughed, took out a black mobile phone from her pocket, threw it to him, and said:

"Although you don't want to be Robin, Batman still gives you a gift, the latest Bat-phone. You can temporarily connect to the Bat-network by activating safe mode.

The contact information for Grayson and I, as well as Tim and Gordon, are all recorded in it.

Batman's dedicated contact is also on the emergency dial.

But don't make harassing phone calls if you have nothing to do.

Be careful if he blocks your account.

Dad said you are very interested in technological products, but I advise you not to take it apart casually. "

The girl shrugged and said:

"Don't do the stupid thing Tim did. I guarantee that after you take it apart, there won't be more than ten people in the world who can put it back together."

"Yeah?"

Mason wiped his hands.

He picked up the Bat Phone in his hand and looked around. He was 100% sure that there were at least two positioning devices hidden in it, so he rubbed his chin and said:

"Maybe it'll be eleven soon."