The Track of Dawn In the World of Marvel Chapter 229

Chapter 229 27. The name of the superior organization is really high-end and elegant

At one o'clock in the morning that night, the K team "Big Three" who completed a brief overhaul crossed the gate of the world and returned to Port Miller.

Mason throws out the Batmobile and prepares to go. This car was originally used for fire support, but with the K-Squad's firepower projection level rising, the importance of the flightless Batmobile has declined a lot.

But in order to ensure the best use of everything, Mason, with the help of Dr. Octopus, used the equipment in the Osborne Tower to complete a second modification to it.

The space for the eight spare tires and some electronic jamming equipment was removed and converted into a passenger seat.

In this way, the Batmobile, a sports car that could only seat two people, loses its style, and becomes an ordinary car that can seat four people. If you squeeze it, six people are also possible.

Poor old man, the cool car designed by the wisdom of Wayne Group's technology research and development department has been reduced to a troop carrier here in the K team. If you get a driver's license, you can even play the role of a Didi hitchhiker in Gotham.

If the Batmobile had a mind, it would probably be swearing by now.

But the atmosphere in the car was not active at this time.

Although Selena was sitting in the driver's seat, she was not driving. The sad-faced older sister held a lady's cigarette and looked out the window. The steering wheel full of buttons moved and planned its own route. The car people headed for Wayne Manor.

The old intelligent AI driver Delaman is now the driver.

It wanted to say a few witty words to brighten the atmosphere, but after observing the expressions of the passengers through the camera in the car, it remained silent rationally.

"This car is not bad."

The only one among the four who was in the mood to speak was the guy who was about to be given away as a "gift".

Arnim Zola, who had changed into a "clothes", moved his mechanical feet and sat on the seat at the lower part of the rear row. He twisted his camera head to observe the various instruments inside the Batmobile, as the quadrilateral of his stomach A screen in the "sandbox prison" is projecting his face made of green streams of data.

Mason had fulfilled the agreement, giving him this robotic body that allowed him to move freely, but the confinement protocol imposed by Ott himself ensured that Zola's data consciousness would be completely immobile for the next six months.

The weirdest part about this is that Zora was voluntarily imprisoned by Ms. Otter.

He felt that this was an opportunity to express his sincerity to the perfect data life that was one life form higher than him.

Eh, the "dog licking" in the data life seems to be not much different from the dog licking born in the flesh and blood creature.

This guy doesn't know what he talked to Ott in the Osborne Tower's database. He seems to be in a good mood, and he doesn't have the slightest feeling of being imprisoned for a long time or even being "tortured".

There's even a mood rating for the Batmobile.

"The overall design is tough and majestic. It integrates resources to the best without using any technology beyond the times, and does not blindly pile up armor and weapons. The designer obviously puts mobility and stealth performance in the first place.

Coupled with this special shape, it is indeed a boutique.

If Red Skull sees this thing, he must find a way to get one for collection. He also has his own little hobby. His garage is full of artworks from various eras. "

Dr. Zola twisted the camera on his body, looked at the expressionless Mason beside him, and said:

"But this self-driving AI is a bit interesting. It has been observing me and monitoring me. Is this your trophy? Or is it an internal 'welfare' from your small organization?"

"Be quiet."

Mason rubbed his forehead and said:

"Considering your current situation, being so elated always makes me feel that your mental state is very worrying. Did Ms. Ott cast a 'love spell' on you?"

"I just wanted to remind you, Mason."

Dr. Zola pretended to yawn on the display screen, and said in his own sharp and dark tone:

"This level of AI already hides its own thoughts. It is really convenient for you to carry it with you, but it will collect your information and data and report it to its real owner.

So if I'm not wrong, your superiors should have known about your killing me, so get ready to face the questioning.

Mason, technology is a blessing.

But only in the hands of those who can really control them can they play the most perfect effect. "

His reminder caused the expressions of the three people in the car to change slightly. Catwoman sitting in the main driver glanced at the steering wheel turning in front of her, and she asked:

"Draman, is what he said true?"

The head of a big bald man in a white suit appeared on the screen of the Batmobile, and it spoke in the calm tone unique to AI:

"The environmental information collection module is indeed always on, but because the cross-world information and communication channels have been blocked before, the information about the war situation in the Caribbean world has not been sent to the main server.

Performance of this operation requires the authorization of passenger number one.

Before sending, does passenger No. 1 need to delete or modify the information? "

"Can't you pretend you didn't see it?"

Zha Kang on the co-pilot asked with a sullen face, and the image of Delaman on the screen maintained a professional smile and said:

"Passenger No. 1 can issue an order to shut down the environmental information collection module. What I want to clarify to you is that this is not a deception, but the factory design of the edge function is turned on by default.

And your captives are trying to sow the friendship between the passengers and the Dramman transport service program. "

"There is no need to explain, Delaman, and there is no need to delete or modify it, just send it directly."

Mason in the back seat closed his eyes and said:

"We didn't kill Colypso with the hunter's sword, this matter itself cannot be concealed, it is better to be straightforward than to cover it up.

I'd love to see their reaction to this. "

"Command received, message is being sent."

The image of Delaman on the screen nodded, and then disappeared, making the car quiet again.

"Are you testing them?"

Dr. Zola raised his eyebrows with great interest and said to Mason:

"You are so proficient in provoking the bottom line, don't you do it a lot? I guess you must not be a model employee."

Mason didn't answer.

But Zola seems to have opened up the chatterbox, he chattered endlessly:

"Seeing that we are going to part soon, I think I should give you some reminders, Team K, just take it as your reward for saving my life.

These alerts are free, do you want to hear them? "

"Is someone blocking your speech here? A monster robot!"

Master Catwoman sitting in the main driver said impatiently:

"Say what you want to say, shut up if you don't want to, no one will treat you as dumb."

"Yo, this classy lady looks upset, but that's ok, I've been a gentleman while I was alive."

Dr. Zola chuckled.

The data cheeks on the screen of his mechanical body suddenly changed, as if the resolution was adjusted, making him return to the treacherous shape of his round face, bald head and small eyes when he was alive.

He coughed and said in a tone more similar to a living person:

"Squad K, the third shock is happening, but it will end soon, but the stars will be doomed to have a hard time in the future, you have to plan ahead.

Look, the current pattern of parallel worlds, whether accidental or man-made, any world that has the ability to predict the impact has already made preparations in its own way.

Most of them are hard-working and persistent, ready to fight.

The three consecutive shocks that lasted for twenty years have wiped out the weak, and the rest are ruthless characters. As the pioneers, you are about to usher in a terrifying wave of 'consumption'. "

Dr. Zola grinned and said:

"But isn't that the meaning of the existence of the stars?

You are the pioneers and explorers, our eyes and our scouts.

Except when the shock actually occurs, most of the actions at other times rely on the information you provide, but unfortunately, the loyalty of your motley group has always been a big problem because of too many people.

It's like a training base for teens!

There have been many bad betrayals before you, so when I saw you laying an ambush for me in that sea world, I was really not surprised at all.

But as I said, the good days of wanton looting are over, and the rest is tough. They've been raising dogs for twenty years, and now it's time for you hungry hounds to really shed your blood.

I should say goodbye to you at this time.

Because maybe we won't have the chance to meet next time. "

"You mean, most of the next mission targets of the pioneer team of the Stars will be those dangerous worlds with special situations?"

Zha Kang exhaled the smoke ring and asked a question.

"Don't think so much, my dear John Constantine."

Dr. Zola bared his teeth and said unceremoniously:

"You have to recognize your own position. You are a group of useful and cheap cannon fodder in the eyes of the upper echelon. You are given the right to develop and plunder in various worlds to make up for the professional risk that you will die at any time.

Now that you have had enough of the benefits, you are bound to bleed.

To be honest, instead of continuing to stay in the Stars Club, which is about to be precarious, I suggest that you should really make up your mind and switch to the Cleaner system, at least you won't be consumed in some weird world for no reason.

Look, if you can make it easier for me here, I can recommend you.

Squad K can defeat me by various arrangements, which shows that you are not ordinary people. You don't have to worry that you will be used to transform into a cannon fodder army after you surrender.

You will all probably make good conquerors.

Enjoy special allowances every month, own a territory in the beautiful garden world to be a toubob, and anyone you want will be delivered to you as soon as possible.

In the context of the current death of all things, it would be nice to allow yourself a little more time to live comfortably on the journey to the end.

I am not tempting you.

I believe that you are not so easy to be tempted, but smart people know to always leave a way out for yourself, just like you go against your superiors and spare my life, I am willing to give you another choice. "

"Thanks, we'll keep that in mind."

Mason curled his lips and said:

"If I have nowhere to go in the future, I will rescue you from Batman's dark prison and follow you to the 'free world'.

I promise! "

"etc!"

Dr. Zola, who was indifferent just now, suddenly changed his face. His face was constantly changing on the screen on his stomach, and his voice returned to the electronic voice of a robot.

He screamed:

"Are you going to give me to Batman? Let me ask first, is it the one who can laugh? Or the one who can't laugh?"

"Is there a difference?"

Mason raised his eyebrows and asked a question on purpose.

Zola stared at him with her camera head and snapped:

"If it's that lunatic who can laugh and kill, I'd rather you tear me down here! The execution force in the Conqueror sequence of the Cleaner Legion is the Dark Bat Knights.

I know what they are.

Well, looking at your expression, you don't seem surprised. "

"If an organization that takes advantage of the collapse of the parallel world to become bigger and stronger and absorb people from all walks of life doesn't even have a Batman who can laugh, then I will be really disappointed.

Judging by your terrible appearance, they probably aren't very pleasing roles on your side. "

Mason shook his head and stopped discussing this uncomfortable topic. He said:

"Don't try to capitulate and run away. Let me ask you, Zola. Before you came, the Cleaners used a weapon against the gods but it didn't work. Do you know what it is?"

"Black Death Sword."

Knowing that he was going to be given to Batman, Dr. Zola felt very unlucky and didn't hide it, saying:

"Also known as the Killing God Sword, it was a spoil of war during a certain conflict during the Second Impact. It has been highly damaged but still possesses super suppression of all divine creatures, and is often used to perform the task of capturing divinity.

If I'm not mistaken, you should have recovered that thing somehow.

Listen to my advice, young man, stay away from those evil things, those who hold them will not end well. "

"Thanks for the reminder, I will."

Mason nodded, and after a few seconds of silence, the guy said again:

"Actually, you don't need to rush to attack us at all, you just need to wait patiently, maybe we will fall apart when the next impact occurs.

Do you know why? "

"John, you answer."

Mason wasn't even interested in answering the question.

He snapped his fingers and appointed a smart guy from Team K to answer for him. Zha Kang curled his lips, exhaled a smoke ring and said:

"There are only so many earths. After the worlds that have nothing to do with you and that you regard as your goals perish, those suppressed internal conflicts will burst out concentratedly.

If two vassal worlds in your organizational system collide, who will you favor?

The world that can join you is a world that is unwilling to die quietly and chooses to fight hard. The desire to survive alone will make you fight each other to the death. "

"clever!"

Dr. Zola grinned and said:

"Look, a lot of people I know in this organization are pessimistic about the future, and that's why. All the solidarity at the moment is only temporary, there will be a war in the future and the survivors will have to rely on strength to speak.

That is the foreseeable darker and crueler future, and the world with brains is already preparing for a brutal civil war.

But that's okay.

Life is just a process, death is the end.

For someone like me who has experienced death a long time ago, who wins and who loses is none of my business?

I now only care about what Ms. Ott promised, that as long as I can get through this, she will take me into cyberspace and help me perfect my body.”

Zola Jiejie sneered a few times, like a complete lunatic, he manipulated the mechanical body of his sandbox prison, put on a comfortable posture, and said to Mason:

"I also want to thank you for capturing me, allowing me to live a few months of easy life without having to travel through worlds to destroy things I have never heard of."

"So, one last question."

Mason glanced at the time on the watch, sat up straight, stared at Zola, and asked:

"What is the name of the 'superior institution' we've been talking about?"

"I thought you would ask some more important questions, such as the number of conquerors or our supreme commander, or the coordinates of our stronghold and the dimension orientation of the headquarters.

It's a good thing you didn't ask about these sensitive things, so I won't risk data formatting to answer you.

What a joy to talk to you, Mason Cooper. "

Dr. Zola on the screen closed his eyes and complained. After a few seconds, he let out a long breath and said:

"It's called the Council of Hope, an organization whose name carries hope but which invariably brings hopelessness to others. Be careful, Mason, with your K-team and all your collaborators.

You want to move a mountain, but you are not even ants before it. "

"Hope Council"

Mason savored the name.

He shook his head and took out his phone to look at it, and said to the driving artificial intelligence:

"Old De, pull over, I want to call our 'consignee'."

(end of this chapter)

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