Chapter 6 6 My Rebirth Is Not that Simple. The Quality of the Newcomers This Time Is Really Poor.

Chapter 6 6. My rebirth is not that simple. The quality of the newcomers this time is really poor.

"Master, the positioning signal you left on Mason Cooper has disappeared."

Batman, who was beating up the killer of the man in black, received the news from Ah Fu, which did not affect his punching movements. The old butler said in a regretful tone:

"It is very likely that he was captured by Lei Xiaogu's assassins, or even worse, Master Jason's tragedy is about to happen again. You may be right, these talented children really have to stay away from you to be safe."

"Won't!"

With an expressionless face, the old man knocked down a killer who was trying to sneak attack with one punch. He said in a deep voice:

"One time is enough for Jason! Keep tracking, Afu.

When I first came into contact with Mason at the police station, I left him not only a positioning signal, but also a special pheromone that could last for seven days.

A swarm of drones is dispatched to search for him throughout Gotham.

He must be found. "

"."

The old butler Alfred was silent for a moment, and then he said:

"Your behavior of leaving behind countermeasures when meeting other people for the first time is really bad. Wasn't Ms. Diana's incident enough for you to learn a lesson?

That mistake cost you at least half a billion dollars. "

"Just enough to replace the Bat Fighter with a brand new power system."

Batman looked at the direction where Mason last disappeared, and then at the burning wreckage of the fighter plane a few blocks away. He whispered:

"Afu, your driving skills should really be improved. You cost me a lot of money again tonight."

"It's okay, Master. Wayne Industries' stock price has been rising recently. Special tracking drones have been released. In addition, Master, the assassins have begun to retreat.

If you want to install a tracker on them too, please hurry up. "

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When Mason woke up again, he found that he was lying on an unfamiliar bed. When he opened his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling. Then a familiar translucent light curtain unfolded in front of his eyes, showing his current state:

Name: Mason Cooper

Status: Injured (healing), broken leg (healing), sedative effect (17 minutes countdown)

Identity: Gotham High School dropout, Penguin betrayer

Skills: Shooting Lv1, Alchemy Lv0, Engineering Lv0, Blacksmithing Lv0, Tailoring Lv0

"Your physique is really bad. Apart from being a bit talented in shooting, you are almost completely an ordinary person. I'm starting to regret bringing you back."

A voice sounded from the side of the bed, causing Mason to turn his head with difficulty. It was a middle-aged and elderly man wearing a weird windbreaker lined with an old-style suit.

His face was almost featureless, but the star map mask he kept at hand made Mason recognize his identity.

"Then you should probably leave me there."

Mason said weakly:

"Before I passed out, I heard you talking about 'Glory' and the 'Gathering of the Stars'. Who are you? Are you a member of some mysterious organization in Gotham City?

Like the Court of Owls? "

"Well, you still know about the Court of Owls? It seems I have to re-evaluate your knowledge."

The guy sat on the chair next to the bed, picked up a clipboard and wrote on it in a serious manner, and said without raising his head as if he had everything under control:

"But my organization is much more powerful than the Court of Owls. The two are not on the same level at all. I will tell you the extra stuff after you complete the onboarding test. I can only tell you what you should know.

for example"

The man tapped the clipboard in his hand, looked up at Mason, and said:

"I know you are confused about the current situation, you can think of this as a kind of 'selection'.

The team I was responsible for suffered heavy losses during the last exploration operation, and had to recruit several new people to fill its strength. As you can see, I treated you in my own way and brought you back to the world from the desperate situation of weakness and death.

So, you owe me a favor.

That way it won't be too out of the blue for me to ask you to join my group. I've been watching you since the moment you rescued Catwoman. "

Having said this, the guy smiled as if he had remembered something interesting and said:

"Actually, my team has already been filled up. The city of Gotham is full of talented people with various abilities. We originally planned to start taking action right away.

But at this juncture, you used a series of dazzling performances to successfully make me notice you, so I temporarily decided to give you a chance. "

"Then I really want to thank you."

Mason replied expressionlessly.

He would already feel that something was not right.

Although the guy in front of me behaved politely, the unquestionable flavor in his words made people very uncomfortable.

It seems that even pulling Mason into a dangerous-sounding exploration operation is a condescending attitude. From this point of view, this guy must be an arrogant and hypocritical person.

"Can I refuse this operation?"

Mason asked directly:

"I'm very grateful to you for saving me. Maybe I can repay you in other ways. Although I don't have much money now, I have a very rich friend."

The guy smiled and said nothing, but looked at Mason with a sarcastic look, as if he were looking at a person talking nonsense. The young man curled his lips and asked again:

"What is the action? Where to explore? How long will it take?"

"You'll know then."

The guy took the initiative to end the conversation, stood up, straightened his collar, and said to Mason with a hypocritical smile:

"There is still a day and a half before the operation begins. There are enough guns and accessories in the basement of this house. Try to be fully prepared. Your duties are fire support and sniper.

You can call me Lao K, of course it's a pseudonym.

You can also try to escape, I will never stop you.

But the secret organization in your world is really great, and I just got some very interesting things from a lady named Amanda Waller."

He stretched out his finger, pointed maliciously at the place where his neck and spine connected, and then turned and left. Mason's face changed slightly, and he also endured the weakness and put his hand on the back of his neck.

There was a wound that had just healed there.

The moment his finger touched, a line of prompts jumped into Mason's eyes:

"Engineering explosives detected, the item being analyzed is a 'Suicide Squad Special Implantable Micro-Bomb', which has two triggering methods, active and passive. After detonation, it will form a lethal explosion in the spine.

This item is very delicate, and any unnecessary touch will cause it to detonate immediately.

It is recommended to try to dismantle it when the engineering reaches Lv2, the first aid reaches Lv3, or there are fast healing drugs.

The drawings are being analyzed."

"Fuck!"

Mason clenched his fists, that bastard!

Sure enough, with so many lines, he is not a good person at first glance, right?

But the young man is not desperate, he has no time to despair and is not a person who will admit defeat to reality, otherwise he would not have to risk saving Catwoman after rebirth.

The character card has given a solution, so the next thing to do is very simple, seize every opportunity to upgrade his engineering skills to Lv2 as soon as possible.

First aid has not yet opened the branch, but Mason knows what to do.

He endured the numbness of his whole body and tried to sit up, opened the bedside table and found a fruit knife and a home first aid kit.

After taking a few deep breaths, the young man grabbed the knife and stabbed his finger. The moment the blood flowed out, he picked up the alcohol cotton pad and gauze and began to clumsily stop the bleeding and bandage the wound.

A minute later, Mason saw the prompt that the first aid branch was opened as he wished.

But the indifferent Lv0 made him extremely headache.

The damn old K said that there was still a day and a half before the exploration began. It was possible to rush through engineering in a day and a half, but first aid couldn't just keep stabbing himself and bandaging himself like this.

Let's not talk about whether it was a life-threatening thing, this efficiency was too low.

Thinking of this, Mason took off the bandage on his finger and tied it again. This time, with some experience, the effect was obviously better than the last time.

"Successfully completed a standard·quick bandage, and the proficiency of first aid skills has improved."

Mason looked at the prompt in front of him, he sighed again, untied the bandage and started the third bandage, but this time he saw other things in the first aid box, and thought of the process of the field bandage tutorial he had learned, so he tried it once.

"Successfully complete an excellent craft · quick bandaging, and the proficiency of first aid skills will be increased by X5."

"Huh?"

The young man's eyes lit up.

Does it take skill to gain experience with this thing?

You can't just rely on the number of times.

He stroked his chin again and recalled his experience when practicing shooting and assembling firearms, and soon came to a conclusion.

"This system does not require simple times and time. It requires me to be as meticulous as possible every time I make it, so that I can quickly improve my skill proficiency in a short period of time.

Think carefully, it was the same with shooting before.

There are skill prompts when aiming accurately, but there are no tips for random shooting.

I think I roughly understand."

Ten minutes later, Mason looked at his fingers that had marks due to repeated bandaging. He decided to stop and go to the basement to see if he could get enough weapon accessories.

Then he found that he seemed to underestimate Old K.

In the basement in front of him, there were three large collection cabinets full of various firearms and modified accessories.

From pistols to rifles to heavy machine guns, from classic bolt-action rifles to futuristic modular rifles.

There is also a box in the corner of the basement, which is neatly stacked with various explosives, micro drones and unopened anti-tank rocket ammunition boxes.

Although the things here are not out of the field of "individual weapons", the large number cannot be called a collection but an "arsenal".

This terrifying number made Mason stunned for a moment.

So many explosives are enough to blow up the entire East Gotham overnight. Sure enough, anything can happen in this magical city.

"A large number of engineering components have been detected, and the basic weapon drawings have been updated."

When Mason looked around the entire basement, his character card kept flashing with the collection of new weapon drawings one after another, which looked like a database update.

Like before, these drawings are the products of component enhancement based on the weapons in front of them. Although they have different appearances, they all have a unified name, namely "Engineer Engineering Gun Series".

Obviously, the high-cold character card obviously has its own set of inductive logic for manufacturing objects.

When Mason saw the astonishing number of weapons in front of him, he quickly showed an expectant smile.

"What a collectible. I took them all apart and reassembled them, and then disassembled and reassembled them all again. I had enough materials to push my engineering skills to Lv2 before setting off to die.

I'll be very busy for the next day and a half. "

Mason strode forward, roughly picked up the stool at hand and smashed it against Old K's weapon storage cabinet.

Amidst the sound of shattering glass, he took down a simple and tough assault rifle full of minimalist industrial beauty placed inside and turned around to walk to the workbench.

A few minutes later, Mason, who was holding the disassembly tool, looked at the various gun accessories piled on the table and took off the barrel and trigger.

"Successfully complete a standard craft and engineering item disassembly, and the engineering skill proficiency will be improved."

The young man reached out and touched the dismantled components in front of him, and information labels popped up on each part.

Most of them were rated as "standard items", but the disassembled gun barrel was rated as "excellent items", which made Mason's eyes light up.

He took out this excellent quality barrel and put it aside. He selected an ordinary barrel from the accessories box and reassembled the parts in front of him.

"Successfully complete a standard craft and engineering item assembly, and your engineering skill proficiency will be improved."

"That's it!"

Mason breathed a sigh of relief and started disassembling and reassembling it for the second time. After repeating it several times, he became more and more skilled at this task and the disassembly speed became faster and faster.

Finally, around the tenth time the assembly was completed, a prompt appeared that Mason had been waiting for:

"Successfully completed an excellent craftsmanship and fast and accurate assembly, and the engineering skill proficiency increased by X5."

"bring it on!"

The young man grinned and continued to repeat the process until the muscles in his arms felt a little sore. He stopped.

He sat on the chair next to him and gasped, then closed his eyes and began to disassemble the gun. It was very slow at first, but the muscle memory formed by multiple disassemblies allowed him to complete the process completely.

However, it is easy to disassemble but difficult to assemble.

Mason could only fumble through the task, and it took him several minutes this time to put the last component on, but he didn't open his eyes the whole time.

It was worth his while to try.

"Successfully completed an outstanding craftsmanship and rapid assembly, and the engineering skill proficiency increased by X10."

"This is it! I knew it!"

Mason opened his eyes excitedly, held the rifle he had assembled with his eyes closed in front of his eyes and kissed it hard. It took him almost an hour to finally figure out the secret to improving his branching skills.

“The next step is to replicate the process.”

The young man closed his eyes again with satisfaction, disassembled and reassembled the gun again, but this time the prompt disappointed him:

"The drawing has been fully mastered and engineering skill proficiency cannot be improved."

"Well, it seems that gaining experience due to a bug won't work."

Mason sighed, put the gun in his hand back into the storage cabinet behind him, picked up another pistol and returned to the workbench, disassembling it quickly.

First, I inspected the parts. If I found no high-quality accessories, I started disassembly and assembly exercises directly.

The process was tedious, but the young man knew he had to hurry up.

On the one hand, Lao K generously provided so many components, and I would be sorry if I didn’t take this opportunity to gain some engineering experience.

On the other hand, you really need to be well prepared for that exploratory operation that sounds very dangerous.

That hypocritical and arrogant old K himself didn't hide the danger.

He generously told Mason that his previous team had been wiped out, and that he had found a "new man". In fact, wasn't the person being manipulated by this kind of micro bomb just a disposable cannon fodder?

When the other party holds the bomb switch and he has no way to dismantle the mini-bomb, it is better for him to be more pragmatic.

As for waiting for Batman to come to the rescue, it did not appear in Mason's thinking options from the beginning.

It's not that he doesn't believe in the master's integrity and mobility, it's mainly that the mysterious old K was able to take him away from the black-clad killers even when Batman entered the battlefield. This shows that this guy may not be Batman's opponent. But it would probably be easy to kill yourself before the master intervenes.

"This time I really have to fight for my own life."

While disassembling the pistol, Mason gently rubbed his forehead. The back of his neck was still slightly numb. Then he squinted his eyes, and a fierce light burst out in his eyes.

"Less than three days after rebirth, exciting things happened one after another. It is said that a confused life must have a goal in order to live a better life."

The young man moved his neck and disassembled the weapon in his hand in a vicious manner.

He whispered:

"Old K, right? The Stars Club, right? Kidnap me and use it as cannon fodder for you, right? Pretend to be a boss, right? As the philosopher said, a small target first can bring peace of mind!

The rest, enjoy your new life and so on

Let’s talk about it after I kill you! "