The Track of Dawn In the World of Marvel Chapter 104

Chapter 104 56. He still has to thank us for this--【3950】

Early the next morning, Mason, who was yawning and had dark circles under his eyes, was not discharged from the hospital. Instead, he washed up, changed into a nurse's gown, and started his busy day at the clinic.

The situation was as he expected. After the Assassin League riot, the number of injured people in Gotham City surged, which made Dr. Leslie's clinic "boom" and Mason's proficiency in first aid skills soared.

Towards the end of the afternoon, Mason finally got the reminder he was craving:

Successfully completed a Perfect Craft · First Aid Trauma Bandaging, first aid skill proficiency increased by X20, currently at Lv4. Alchemy First Aid Bandage recipe unlocked.

【Self-harming First Aider】The trait is replaced with 【Skilled First Aider: First Aid Technician Completion Degree will not be lower than 'Excellent' Crafting】

"Yo, you can leave work early today."

After seeing this prompt, Mason's slightly anxious mood was immediately appeased.

He moved his somewhat numb hands, showed a sunny smile to the little nurse Wendy beside him, and told her to complete the next first aid dressing.

The cute little nurse Wendy who has been "studying" with Mason for the past few days was blushed by Mason's handsome smile.

But one thing to say, Mason is indeed a good teacher.

Under his words and deeds, the little nurse's first aid skills have also improved, and today she was praised by Dr. Leslie who made the rounds.

Ten minutes later, Mason, wearing a gray windbreaker and carrying a suitcase, walked out of the clinic. He planned to go back to his small shop to start today's skill practice, and take a look at the situation of the two sojourners in his shop.

But when he just walked out of the clinic, he felt a gust of wind blowing against his face. In the weather that had just rained, such a wind made Mason feel slightly cold.

While tightening his clothes, he looked left and right, and soon saw a homeless man wrapped in tattered clothes waving slightly at him at the corner across the street.

Mason didn't go over immediately, but made a vague gesture.

He walked towards Crime Alley with a normal expression, because the explosion of the second barrel here yesterday caused half of the alley to collapse, and it is estimated that it will take several months to repair this place at the level of Gotham City.

But the area around here has been fenced off to prevent people from slipping in and getting hurt.

Mason climbed over the fence and waited for a few minutes by the ruins of Crime Lane, then saw the homeless man strolling over with his cart and belongings in a decent shape.

"There is Batman monitoring near my shop, you shouldn't be there!"

Mason was not polite, and said directly:

"Because your unprofessionalism almost exposed both of us."

Facing his accusation, the homeless man in tattered clothes raised his head and revealed a downcast dark face.

There was still a terrible scar on that cheek.

He looked at the expressionless young man in front of him, and thought that the status of the conversation between the two in Arkham Asylum was not like this two days ago!

At that time, Mason had to carefully flatter him in front of him, but in just two days, the relationship between the two had undergone earth-shaking changes.

Fucking reality!

The desolate Mr. Sandstorm complained in his heart.

But now people have to bow their heads under the eaves, he can only pull his tattered clothes, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I can't help it, three-headed dog, Mason, I have nowhere to go. Damn Batman has eyeliners all over the city, you have no idea how I got here these two days.

It's a shame to be reduced to fighting a bunch of bums.

But you don't seem to be surprised by my appearance?

Your team members should have witnessed the scene where my body was crushed by the Flash, right? "

"You are a Class B personnel, Mr. Sandstorm."

Mason shook his head and said:

"Although I have been in the industry for a short time, I also know that every colleague who can grow to B-level cannot even have some life-saving skills. But you are so downcast now, I guess your team has already."

"It's gone, it's gone."

Mr. Sandstorm's dark face flashed a trace of loneliness and pain, he clenched his fists and said:

"The biologist I recruited after spending countless time and energy died, and the ancient titan I bought with almost all my money was also beaten to the heart.

My lieutenant, Storm, chose to sacrifice himself to protect our secret, while my best attacker, Hank, died at the hands of Superman.

In order to escape, I even blew up the Isu Bow that I got in that damned world of assassins to kill a difficult saint.

The Hydra squad is not a large battle group, we are the pioneers who take the elite route, which means that I lost everything in this world that I could gain a foothold in the Stars. "

"But you still have a reserve team."

Mason raised his eyebrows and said:

"I remember you told me before that you are ready to include Damian Wayne in your reserve team. Considering you are such a senior member, the quality of the reserve team should not be bad, right?"

"The **** in my hometown are indeed talented, but they need to grow up."

Mr. Sandstorm sighed, leaned against the wall and took out a pack of cigarettes and took two.

Give one to Mason but was declined. He didn't mind picking it up himself, and then saw Mason rubbing his fingers and making a ball of magic fire for himself to ignite.

Amidst the rising smoke, he explained to Mason, a newcomer, in the tone of someone who has experienced it:

"The difficulty of pioneering tasks is beyond your imagination, Mason, in such a situation, only the brothers and sisters who have walked with you are worth relying on.

You have to understand that our organization has very brutal competition rules.

There is no mandatory relationship between the team members and the captain. That is to say, once your team members have bad intentions, if you are not sharp enough, you are likely to be ruined by your own people.

This kind of story will be updated three or four times a month in the tavern in Starsburg.

So for newcomers like you, don't be busy recruiting those good players in various worlds, but understand the limits of your abilities.

Those dangerous elements who cannot be controlled can be used, but they must not be trusted.

That's why I came here to ask you for help. "

He exhaled and said to Mason:

"I need to borrow your world gate to return to my base world, where I will lick my wounds and prepare for a comeback."

"Of course, this is a piece of cake, we should help each other."

Mason grinned.

He said:

"But the gate of my world does not have the coordinates of your base world, and the number of coordinates that the gate of the world can record is limited. Mine has recorded four worlds, and there are only two vacancies left.

Team K will have another compulsory pioneering mission a month later. "

"I see what you mean, Mason."

Mr. Sandstorm shrugged and said:

"If you want a reward, just order it directly, don't be so hypocritical and beat around the bush. Don't worry, although my team is finished, I still have some treasures, and I won't let you help in vain.

You're a shooter, right?

So this thing might satisfy you. "

He took out something from his trolley full of garbage and threw it to Mason. The young man took a look in his hand and found that it was a precise gun blueprint.

Super-realistic firearm blueprint · Tech pistol · DR12 "quasar"

Quality: Depends on the craftsmanship of the creator, the lowest quality is [excellent], the highest quality is [legendary]

Traits: Charged weapons · Bullet adaptation · Super high rate of fire · Deadly precision · Additional technology chip slots

Item Description: In a place called "Night City", these things are everywhere.

The configuration of this drawing made Mason's eyes shine.

Although it is a pistol, the appearance of this firearm is obviously in the "fantasy" style. Its most unique feature is its drum-style design, which is coupled into the rear of the gun body to form a triangular handle.

The overall style is exactly the kind of industrial simplicity that Mason likes most. Most importantly, he has also been to "Night City", although he has been there in a different way.

It's nice to see something familiar again after being reborn.

"This stuff is nice."

Mason exclaimed:

"Is it your trophy?"

"Well, it's the "dividends" that I and the "Afterlife" team got in a cooperative mission in a world. How about that world? It looks rosy but rotten. It's not a pleasant place."

Mr. Sandstorm observed Mason's expression, and he was relieved when he saw the young man smiling.

As the captain of a team that had just been destroyed, Mr. Sandstorm also encountered the same dilemma as old K.

Even worse than old K.

When old K was at his worst, at least he still had the incredible Assassin's Blade in his hand for self-defense.

He has nothing left.

If Lion Mason opens his mouth, Mr. Sandstorm will probably fall into a difficult predicament of borrowing money to survive.

"I am very interested in these super-tech products."

Mason put away the drawings and asked:

"Can you give me the world coordinates where this weapon can be designed?"

"I want to give it to you, Mason."

Mr. Sandstorm shook his head and said:

"But it's over. If you're interested, I can help you get in touch with the captain of the 'Afterlife' team when I go back, that world used to be their base world.

Maybe they'll have something similar in their hands.

Oh, by the way, they are also the team directly under Mr. Hunter, maybe you will get to know each other soon. "

"Fine."

Mason was a little disappointed, but didn't say anything more.

He released his flying motorcycle, threw the invisibility cloak to Mr. Sandstorm and motioned him to get on the car.

The two quickly flew along the sky all the way to the top of the Iceberg Bar, which has not yet been re-accepted. Along the way, Mr. Sandstorm and Mason shared a lot of experience as captains.

To sum up, there are 108 ways to fight wits and courage with the team members who harbor evil intentions.

Hearing this, Mason was aching for a while, feeling in his heart that Mr. Sandstorm would definitely be a master of Gongdou if he was born in another country.

But when he landed on the top floor of the Iceberg Bar, he finally couldn't help asking:

"About Our Tattoos"

"Hush!"

As soon as this question was raised, Mr. Sandstorm gave him a hard look, and he scolded:

"This is a topic that cannot be discussed, Mason! You are a newcomer so you don't understand this taboo, but you must never discuss this issue with your peers no matter where you are.

Not everyone knows the truth about this tattoo like you and I do. "

While speaking, he snapped his fingers, and a cloud of wind and sand surrounded his hands. He looked at Mason with a meaningful look, and said:

"I just saw your flame. It seems that you are also a person with 'talent'. Although everyone has that tattoo, those who can discover the depth of power are considered senior members of the Stars Club.

Keep this in mind.

The Gathering of the Stars is not a good place to hold hands and sing hymns, but for the sake of the two of us getting along well, I want to remind you, Mason, that using this power is not free.

When it pays attention to you, you have to 'please' it. "

"Huh? Follow me? Have to please?"

Mason will have ten thousand question marks in his heart.

He didn't have the feeling of being noticed, and he never had a premonition that he needed to pay any price when using the magic fire. This was probably due to the help of the mysterious character card.

"Also, serving Mr. Hunter is not a good choice, that guy is notoriously insane."

Mr. Sandstorm saw that Mason opened the compartment to reveal the door of Team K's world, he finally let go of his heart, and in a relaxed tone, he said to Mason:

"Each great mentor has five pioneer teams directly under his command, and the team directly under Mr. Hunter's command changes frequently, and there will be losses in almost every action.

Of course, this is also related to Mr. Hunter's willingness to explore those tough worlds.

But if you can, Mason, you'd better find another way out. My Lord Swordsman is a good superior.

If you are interested, I can help you get in touch.

Of course, you have to bear the cost of networking. "

"Let's talk, let's talk."

Mason waved his hand, disapproving of this suggestion.

Can the stars have any good superiors?

Are you kidding me!

"Take out your captain card."

Mr. Sandstorm pinched his fingers and produced a silver captain's card.

He said something to Mason, and the young man hesitated suddenly when he squeezed out his bronze card, and he said:

"I feel a bit at a loss. I just lost a world coordinate with infinite possibilities."

"Codes!"

Mr. Sandstorm cursed in his heart.

The thing he feared most still happened.

Although the rookie in front of me is a rookie, he has a lot of stink problems as a development team leader. He has learned how to pluck wild goose at a young age!

The worst thing is that I can only be slaughtered by him now that I am so down and out.

It's annoying!

"Hehe, how could it make you lose money? See what you said."

Mr. Sandstorm said with a smile on his face:

"When I go back to my vassal base world, I will definitely get you better things. I am your senior big brother, how can I disappoint the younger juniors?

don't worry.

If you have time to come to my vassal world, I will definitely entertain you.

Or let me take you to the world of assassins, which is rich in all kinds of good things? I can get you a few Isu treasure armors for self-defense. "

"I'm busy with the first mandatory task, so I don't have time to play."

Mason also said sadly:

"As you said, as Mr. Hunter's direct team, I guess I won't be able to survive the first mission. Alas, it's hard to be happy without something good for self-defense.

I don't know if there will be kind people to help me? "

The two stood in front of the gate of the world and fell silent at the same time.

Mr. Sandstorm's dark face showed a death-like expression. Under Mason's expectant gaze, he gritted his teeth and took out another blueprint from his close-fitting pocket and handed it over.

explain:

"It's almost done, Mason. This time the four pioneering teams were wiped out in this world, and twenty-seven of the B-level personnel died! You still don't understand the gold content of this matter.

But I think that instead of spending your time blackmailing me, you should hurry up and prepare for the questioning. "

"You are persuading!"

Mason took the blueprint, and swiped his captain card on the door of the world with a serious face, and then Mr. Sandstorm also swiped his captain card on the door.

A fifth scale immediately appeared on the brass handle with four scales.

And Mr. Sandstorm, who was blackmailed, didn't want to say anything.

Twisting the handle, stuffing it into the energy stone, opening the door, throwing Mason a phone for contact, and jumping in, Mason watched him leave, and looked at the blueprint in his hand at the moment the door of the world closed.

To be precise, it should be the formula:

Green Goblin's Super Serum

Quality: Depends on the creator's alchemy process.

Effect of the item: After injecting the serum according to the standard procedure, the injector will gain super strength, super speed, super endurance, super reaction and certain self-healing power.

This serum requires long-term injection or it will lose its ability.

This serum has serious side effects that can lead to mental disorders in the user, and a second personality will be born after multiple injections.

Producer: Norman Osborn

Item Description: If you are lonely, please take this serum, provided that you can accept that your second personality is likely to be smarter and more attractive than you.

"This is trying to **** me."

Mason looked at the drawing and sneered, and said:

"What a Mr. Sandstorm, I was almost fooled by you. You are so insincere in making friends, you deserve to be wiped out."

(end of this chapter)

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