The Track of Dawn In the World of Marvel Chapter 267

Chapter 267 65. What kind of experience is it like to be the clown's clown assistant? -【1225】

(addition for "starsfalling" brother!)

When the old man came to Arkham Asylum, he only had a low-key car, but when he left, he even had a helicopter. This process was as ridiculous as coming to Arkham to buy goods.

Three helicopters belonging to the Sky Eye Society were released by the old man himself. Those "Gotham talents" in this world drove mighty behind Thomas Wayne's luxury car and headed towards Gotham City at midnight.

Damian sat on the co-pilot of the extended luxury car, looking back at the noisy team behind him from time to time.

The guys released from Arkham did all kinds of crimes along the way, and even the unlucky couples who passed by here were dragged out of the car and beat up, and then they took all the money and punctured their tires and beat them to death Gouzi then stripped them naked and left them in the wilderness.

Like a group of "clean street tigers", no grass grows wherever they go.

But no one died.

Because his "evil grandma" Martha Wayne, who just escaped from prison, judged these "roommates" very accurately. Granny Vengeance Knight.

Damian and Mason still don't quite know what Martha Wayne has done in the past ten years or so to allow her to control these big villains so easily, but the old man "Crazy Criminal Slayer" is indeed very popular in this group noodle.

Just now, Mason saw with his own eyes that the killer crocodile, who wanted to eat a toothpaste, jumped on the helicopter as obediently as a kitten.

In short, the combined power of this old Wayne couple is almost as powerful as "Gotham's version of Black Wind and Two Evils", and it is much more "notorious" than Batman on Mason's side.

Provoking Bat Boy in Mason's hometown will be sent to the ICU at most, but if it doesn't work out here, he will have to go to forensic textbooks.

"It hurts a bit, right? It's normal, it's an old injury after all."

In the party-capable back seat of the grandpa's luxury car, Mason, who had just finished debridement and drug application, put on a new pair of medical gloves, picked up the medical forceps, and said to Mrs. Martha in front of him:

"But don't worry, I'll remove your stitches now, and the scar will fade in up to six hours, and you'll be back to your normal face tomorrow morning when you have breakfast."

"Is this some new treatment?"

Mrs. Martha, who covered her face and hair with a piece of gauze, looked at the bottles and jars beside Mason's hand and asked softly.

It seems that the old man didn't introduce Mason's job to her.

The young man shrugged and confessed that he was an alchemist. He also described to her the effects of the medicines at hand, which made Mrs. Martha, who had been the assistant head nurse of Dr. Thomas, be taken aback for a while.

Her mental state is not bad.

Although he would show a crazy smile intermittently, he drank two bottles of palliatives to stabilize his thinking, plus Damian, who was probably worried that he would be sitting in the front row of the car, and Thomas Wayne, who was driving himself, did not Something too terrible happened.

However, she was holding the revolver ready to fire at any time in her hand, which really made Mason, the "doctor in charge", a bit inconvenient.

Holding the scissors in his left hand and the syringe in his right, he said to Martha in front of him:

"Take off your gauze, don't worry, this car is isolated from the front and back, Damian can't see you now, you won't scare him."

"What about you? Don't you feel scared? Cutie."

Mrs. Martha sneered twice, while Mason showed an expression of "I'm well-informed", and he said:

"Do you know the clown on Bruce's side? I killed him with my own hands and rewarded him with six bullets, so don't be afraid, ma'am, you can't scare me"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and lifted off the gauze of Madam Martha in front of him, revealing the smeared colorful and horrified face. At first glance, it was indeed somewhat similar to Zhou Ke'er who was killed by Mason before.

But a closer look can tell the difference.

Martha Wayne's makeup is not crazy, there is a certain logic in it.

After all, it is a woman who is naturally good at grooming herself, not a rough guy like Zhou Keer. She is much more delicate in this respect. She paints her cheeks with white and gray paint to bring out the bright red on her lips.

In this way, when she smiles, people can remember this exaggerated smile at first sight.

However, just like Zhou Keer, Martha's lips were cut open with a sharp knife, and her cheeks were covered with suture marks. Those hideous wounds were still shocking even after Mason's treatment.

"Do you want to know how my injury came about?"

Mrs. Martha asked in a weird voice.

"No, I don't want to know."

Mason inspected the wound and said:

"But I know it doesn't depend on what I think, so go ahead and I'll listen."

"It was after Bruce left. I have been in pain. I know Thomas is in more pain than me, and he also misses my smile, but I really can't laugh, so I can only do this"

The female clown old aunt in front of me talked about the past, and narrated that period of suffering.

Mason didn't interrupt Mrs. Martha's narration. He first used an anesthetic and then began to deal with the rough suture marks on the wound. During this process, Martha didn't stop describing.

She seemed to regain her senses for a moment, and her posture was so sad that she couldn't fake it.

"You are not the same as Zhou Ke'er on my side."

Mason quickly finished the wound treatment and applied the ointment for healing and removing scars. He used the alchemy solution to help Martha wash away the remaining paint on her face, and combed her messy long green hair. .

took out another mirror and handed it to Martha, who whispered:

"The lunatic over there made Bruce miserable, just to prove that what Bruce tried his best to protect was just a joke. But you, your situation is not that complicated.

Just like the old man.

You lose your loved ones and feel that this world is no longer worthy of nostalgia, and as time goes by, you hate this planet without Bruce more and more. "

Regarding this statement, Martha showed a sarcastic smile and did not respond.

She looked at her face in the mirror that she hadn't seen for a long time.

After fifty, she is no longer young.

But the love and killing with the old man in the criminal career for many years also gave her a good figure, and she did not see her figure out of shape or bloated cheeks.

It's just that after removing the clown makeup, it is somewhat uncomfortable to see the wrinkles on the forehead clearly.

Some kind of flame seemed to be lit in the eyes reflected in the mirror. Indifferent and sharp, there is also a kind of anxiety that may lose reason at any time, like an uncontrolled wildfire that will eventually burn everything clean.

"You seem to be familiar with us, Mason Cooper."

She looked at Mason who was sitting on the sofa opposite her, raised her legs like a lady and said with a long voice:

"You are not surprised that Thomas will bring little Bruce to see me? Is this also what you expected?"

Mrs. Martha always called Damian "Little Bruce".

Mason had no intention of correcting this statement, nor did he want to irritate Mrs. Martha, who had finally regained her sanity at this time, so he replied very gracefully:

"I just got some information in advance and deduced that Thomas needed help. He told me that his companions would come to find me and Damian and our partners to destroy them.

And in Gotham, the old man doesn't have many allies to protect his little grandson.

After all, those capable guys have been almost killed by him in the past ten years. After a little thought, it is not difficult to draw a conclusion that the two will definitely join forces to prevent Damian from being harmed in this city.

As for me.

I just fell in his light. "

"You're just using my little Bruce!"

Martha vetoed Mason's words.

She yawned and raised the muzzle of the gun in her hand to aim at Mason's heart. She was smiling but there was no smile in her eyes. She said:

"I was born in the Kane family and I have seen a lot of people like you since I was a child. When I managed the Gotham gang with Thomas, I also dealt with you guys who are good at conspiracy.

I don't believe even a single symbol you mentioned.

Thomas told me the story about you 'world travellers', I'm curious, if I kill you here, my little Bruce can't go back to his world, will he stay with me forever? "

"He can indeed stay, and you can enjoy family happiness together for a full seven days."

Mason shrugged and said:

"I know you probably don't care, but when you pull the trigger, it means you'll never see the real Bruce Wayne again.

I've been to Wayne Manor.

In Bruce's Batcave, he put pictures of you and Thomas where he could see them. Although he never said it, I know that even if he paid a heavy price, Bruce would like to see his parents again.

My personal life and death are not worth mentioning in your eyes, but what about your son's expectations?

As a mother, you really have the heart”

"boom"

Martha suddenly pulled the trigger.

A bullet flew out and hit Mason's heart, and then was "vomited" by the "always on alert" slime monster Kevin, and hit the ground with a jingle.

The clown old aunt was smiling the whole time.

But the gun barrel emitting gunpowder smoke represented her answer, and it also made Mason's plan to be emotional completely ruined.

Okay.

This crazy old sister really did what she said, she didn't believe every word Mason said.

And this straightforward reaction also made Mason shudder. Martha Wayne was born in the Kane family, which is also a powerful family in Gotham, and this family has always been known for producing geniuses and lunatics.

There is no doubt that Mrs. Martha in front of her belongs to the category that cannot be theorized by usual.

"Of course I will help you, handsome Mason, because of your bad luck, I was caught by you just now with only one bullet loaded."

Martha showed a big smile, put out the bullet nest, squeezed out six bullets from her pocket, and put them in.

She stared at Mason and said:

"The shot just now was just a joke. It was to respond to my little Bruce's trivial matter that he was used by you several times. In the following conversation, if you play tricks, I will give you a shot.

I don't know how many times that scum of yours will protect you, but I can play this all night without getting bored. "

"That shot just now is enough to make you an enemy of the Bat-family."

Mason complained:

"If the master saw this scene with his own eyes, he would definitely send you back to the Arkham Asylum with tears streaming down his face but with firm determination, and would take time to see you every night."

"Oh, are you describing days in heaven, little Mason."

Mrs. Martha curved a surprised and horrified smile and said:

"For the past ten years or so, I have dreamed of living such a good life every day, so you mean, as long as I kill you, my dream will come true and I will meet my son every day?"

"Let's talk about the plan."

Mason's expression suddenly became formal. He felt that he, a normal person, couldn't reason with a crazy woman, so he said:

"The trouble at hand is obviously the League of Assassins who are targeting me and Damian, and we have to fight them off in Gotham, preferably with one or two alive so that I can discover more about the world's injustice. The truth about external influences.

As long as we can figure this out, Team K's mission will be considered complete, then we can leave at any time.

I mean, leave with the two of you. "

"I'll get rid of them, but I might need an assistant to arrange it for me. Huh?"

Ms. Martha just got up to talk about this matter, but the driving car stopped suddenly, and then the window was lowered, and there was a burst of noise from outside.

But it's still a little far from the city and I don't know what happened before. The clown old aunt who was interrupted was very upset.

She picked up the clown mask next to her and put it on her face, kicked the car door and walked down with a pistol in her hand. She fired three shots at the place where the crowd gathered without asking anything.

This random shooting did not hit a single person, but it immediately calmed down the chaotic scene.

In the light of the three helicopters at the rear, a group of Arkham lunatics in front lined up in two rows noisily and respectfully, as if accepting the "inspection" by Martha the Clown.

Arranging noodles! Aunt Martha!

Zhou Ke'er in another world doesn't have such a big face.

Mr. Thomas and Damian also got out of the car. Damian wanted to go up to see the excitement but was held by the indifferent old man.

He didn't want Damian to mix with these lunatic criminals, and he looked at them with disdain and disgust, like looking at a group of moving targets.

"Someone tell me what's going on here?"

Masha, who was wearing a mask, asked a question, and a woman in a prison uniform who kept flipping coins came out from the crowd, her long hair covered half of her face, walked to Martha and whispered:

"Manbats have captured an Amazon who was sneaking up on our convoy."

"Amazons? What are they doing here? Don't they always claim that Gotham is a land abandoned by the gods?"

Aunt Clown frowned and said:

"Not to mention an Amazon, kill! Don't waste time."

"That's the problem."

The woman flicking the coin glanced at Mason who was walking up from Mrs. Martha, and she whispered in a strange tone:

"I wanted to kill her too, but the guy who tossed the coin seven times in a row and all got heads was lucky, or she was cheating."

"Hi! Mr. K! I'm here!"

A cheerful shout sounded from the ferocious crowd in front, accompanied by the growling of two ferocious dogs, grabbed the dog leash and dressed herself like a real Amazon female warrior, but painted the battle helmet in colorful colors. Lee Quinn rushed up happily.

The Arkham lunatics next to him thought that this guy was going to attack the clown boss, and they swarmed up to stop him, but they were all thrown away by Harley's gravity ring with a wave of his hand.

The two fat and armored vicious war dogs she led bit left and right, and the calf-sized vicious dogs bit the guys who dared to block the way to the ground, flying flesh and blood.

Amidst the cheers, Harley jumped into Mason's arms and gnawed at his head while holding him.

"My own person! It's my own person, don't be nervous."

Mason is still weak, and was almost thrown to the ground by Harry's throw.

With great difficulty, he supported the waist of his crazy beauty with one hand, and waved to the vicious guys who surrounded him.

"Mr. K, you are amazing, have you released all the prisoners in Arkham?"

Harry is not afraid of these guys around her at all.

She thought she had learned a lot of martial arts on Paradise Island, and she stole two war dogs domesticated by the Amazons before leaving, so she didn't fear these ordinary criminals at all.

He excitedly pulled out the golden mace he was carrying on his back, and was about to step forward to pack up a few people and exercise their muscles and bones.

But soon, Harley felt a very familiar gaze looking at her. She shook her neck as if her hair was fried, and looked back suspiciously.

Just in time to see Mrs. Martha take off the clown mask.

The familiar scars on her face, the green curly hair, and most importantly, the chaotic temperament reminded Harley of the dead Mr. J.

Although genders and ages are different, there are some deeper things that cannot be faked!

Halle was terrified.

Hiding behind Mason with a whoosh, looked over there, grabbed Mason's wrist and said in a crying voice:

"Clown. Zhou Ke'er! Why is Mr. J here? Let's run, Mason, I'm afraid."

"That's Mrs. J."

Mason patted Harry's arm to comfort him:

"Don't be afraid, she is from our side, Bruce Wayne's mother in another world. It is very complicated, and I can't explain it clearly in one or two sentences, but she will not hurt you."

"What are you all doing here? Waiting for Batman to reward you with bullets?"

Mrs. Martha yelled at the guys around her in a vicious voice.

Pearl in her hand with the revolver buckled and hammered around the crowd, like she was looking for a lucky guy to join her for a joke or something.

This action immediately caused a group of people to scatter.

"This girl's makeup looks good."

Martha walked over and looked up and down at Halle behind Mason. She felt that this girl hit her off very well, as if she had an inexplicable attraction.

The old aunt clown rubbed her chin and rolled her eyes a few times.

A moment later, she snapped her fingers and said to Mason in a cheerful tone:

"I just said that I need an assistant, don't choose, just her."

(end of this chapter)

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