The Track of Dawn In the World of Marvel

  Chapter 173 56.V, there is a cyberpsychotic in Stars Fort doing trouble, you can stop by and have a look?

  "I killed a Cleaner garrison on my own initiative. If they don't trust me, then this society should throw me out as cannon fodder to attract attention or find a way to get rid of it."

  Mason looked back at the office behind which the door was closed, and he thought in the elevator:

  "Although she was warned, this matter was still gently picked up and put down, which means that in her eyes, the Cleaner's garrison may only be 'troublesome'.

  So there are still people from us in the 'superior organization'?

   This is a mysterious figure who is powerful enough to influence the decision-making of the Cleaners, or to cover up the news of a rebellion in a certain world. Well, that fact is really reassuring.

  It seems that after I entered the gang by mistake, I was lucky enough to join a very powerful second-five boy organization. "

  Mason looked at the jumping elevator floors in front of him. While playing with the little slime jumping around in his palm, he said in a low voice:

   "However, Mr. Hunter's reaction also proves that she is probably not the real person in charge of this Quint Society, and there are more senior leaders above her.

  So I now position myself as Ma Zai’s Ma Zai.

  Ah, it always sounds so cheap that it will be thrown out as cannon fodder at any time. "

  He complained in a low voice. When the elevator went down to the third floor, Mason took out the hourglass that Mr. Hunter had given him before. Only a small part of the quicksand above the hourglass was still passing with time.

  When the sand leaked out, he could see the things he had been wondering about.

  About "shock", about "disaster", about those truths that are taboo by others.

  What form will it appear in?

   This made Mason in a good mood who escaped punishment couldn't help thinking about it, but in the office he just left, Mr. Hunter wasn't even in the mood to drink coffee.

   She took off the mask on her face in some annoyance and threw it aside, her long silver hair fell loose, and was pulled behind her ears casually.

  She opened the drawer, took out a very old communication device from it, pressed the button several times, and then threw the thing aside.

   A few minutes later, a letter was delivered to Mr. Hunter's desk via the "messenger" of the Constellation.

   It was more like some kind of magic that made the envelope fall from the air in front of Mr. Hunter's eyes and landed in her open hand, but he didn't open the letter, but put it on the table.

   A few seconds later, the envelope was suspended, and its paper was twisted into a human mouth, and a man's low voice came out from the mouth.

   This is the "Roaring Letter".

  Derived from the "useful little tricks" in the magic system of the Hogwarts world, the Stars Club and its superior organization still understand the principle of making the best use of everything.

  The letter said to the hunter:

   "What's going on? Why did this vicious attack happen suddenly? Or at this critical moment, are you sure it was just an accident, and not your other two 'good colleagues' digging holes for you?"

   "Don't speculate on conspiracy theories, this is an accident."

  Mr. Hunter shook his head and said:

   "You have to send someone to that coordinate world to talk to Norman Osborn and find out about him. Judging from the description of the mission report submitted by my people, this person is quite capable.

  Although it is not uncommon for the vassal world to send undercover agents to the Stars Club, such a large-scale operation has been concealed for three years and has not been discovered. This is indeed worthy of attention.

   He obviously didn't do it alone.

  According to the information brought by my people, when that coordinate world was invaded, not only did they send people back into the Stars Club, but some of them went to your side.

   Gotta find them!

   If you can, reach out to them and see if you can collaborate. "

  The envelope in front of her did not speak for a while, and only after ten seconds did she quietly say:

   "You know it's risky, our place is not as free as yours, Hunter, I have more than a dozen pairs of eyes on my side when I go to the toilet.

  They would love to hide by the toilet and pass me toilet paper when I need it.”

   "The risks and troubles are your problem! Not mine."

  Mr. Hunter said unceremoniously:

   "You pulled me into this **** clique, you gave me this heavy responsibility, I could have taken it easy."

   "Die?"

  The voice yawned and said:

  "You know that if I didn't save you back then, you would have died along with your parents in that meaningless and worthless resistance. If you don't thank me, it's fine, but you actually gave me the blame.

  Hey, I didn't beg you to join this small group, hunter girl.

Alright alright.

  I know you have been under a lot of pressure recently, I will send someone to contact Norman Osborn, okay? You don't need to intervene in this matter, and I will take care of the Cleaner Legion.

   It is not surprising that there are any problems when the impact occurs. It is just a garrison on the edge of the world that suffered an accident, but it is just a row of numbers when the situation is summarized.

  By the way, the Mason Cooper who told you all this and did it without your knowledge is the 'New and Old K'? How do you feel about this person? Is it trustworthy? "

"good."

  Mr. Hunter "learned" Mason and threw his troubles to his superiors. After that, he was in a much better mood. She picked up her coffee cup again and took a sip, saying:

  "Have a brain, have a wrist, what is more commendable is that the mind is not bad, but the mind is too much, and it is testing my bottom line inside and outside the words. You know, I am not very good at dealing with such guys.

   But you must be enjoying it, how about I send him to you sometime? "

   "Forget it, it doesn't work right now."

  The voice said regretfully:

   "Let's talk about it after this shock is over. Several "Salvation" experimental projects are advancing at the same time. If we are lucky, maybe we don't need to go to the final step of fighting with them.

  After all, in the final analysis, everyone gathered together for the same purpose to make such a big mess.

   All right, I won’t tell you anymore, I have a meeting to hold soon, and another group of conquerors will be enlisted soon, so I have to go and investigate them. The three spy teams hidden in the Constellation will be handed over to you, no problem, right? "

   "Well, no problem."

  Mr. Hunter put down his coffee cup and looked at the mission report submitted by Mason. At the end of the conversation between the two, she suddenly said:

   "Wait, I suddenly discovered that there are some of your 'acquaintances' in these three teams, Natasha the Black Widow, Phil Coulson, tsk tsk, do you want special treatment?"

   "It's just a space-time alien."

  The voice said casually:

  "Although they have the same name, the same past and even the same appearance, they are not the people I am familiar with. I have been in this industry for so long, are you still not used to this kind of thing?

  When I first started working, I personally collapsed three of myself.

  Your little brother Mason Cooper is probably going to face this kind of thing soon, huh, I’m really curious how he will deal with himself in another time and space?

   Don’t forget to tell me the result when the time comes. "

   After speaking, the envelope floating in front of Mr. Hunter's eyes turned into ashes and dissipated in the air as if spontaneously combusting without fire.

And the man's words undoubtedly reminded Mr. Hunter, she rubbed her chin for a while, wanted to stand up and put on the mask, then disappeared into the office with her own coffee in a flash of silver light, and when she reappeared, she had already arrived at the Great Book of Stars Fort Ten Thousand Realms deepest part of the hall.

   There is a huge, weird steampunk machine in front of you.

  Mr. Hunter held a coffee cup, picked up a punch card and put it into the card slot, and pulled the lever down. When white steam was ejected from the air hole, she said:

   "Search all the parallel worlds known so far, look for the time-space alien of the C-level member of the Stars Association 'Mason Cooper', and list the results to me."

  The machine in front of me accepted the command and began to operate quickly.

  Amidst the ear-piercing sound of gears colliding and rotating, this machine is operating and projecting an extremely complex star map system, not just three-dimensional, but more like a special system formed by many phantoms entangled together.

   Light spots danced on it, representing worlds being traversed one by one.

  After nearly three minutes, another hot punched card was spit out. Mr. Hunter took it to a special machine next to him, put the punched card in, and converted the information it carried into words.

   After a few seconds, a note is delivered.

  Mr. Hunter held it in his hand and glanced at it, the coffee he just put in his mouth spit out again with a puff.

   "Mason Cooper's number of space-time aliens is 0? He is the only one in the entire multiverse parallel world system! How is this possible?"

  Mr. Hunter screamed in his heart.

  She was speechless for a while in shock, looking back at the weird machine that was said to be dragged back from a place called "Life Tribunal".

   This thing is called the "Fate Machine" at the top of the Stars Association. It is said that it can predict the fate of everything in the world. Many important decisions need the advice and assistance of the Fate Machine to make.

   A few seconds later, Mr. Hunter rubbed his head and complained:

   "This **** shouldn't be broken, right? But if it's not broken, I have to think about what I recruited

   Mason's background seems to be much bigger than I imagined. "

  —

   "Ah Choo!"

   Mason, who was talking to the technological girl in 2077 in Judy's workshop, suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his nose and didn't care. He held the photo of the communicator in his hand and said to Judy:

   "Look at how this photo was taken? I actually thought about bringing his head back at first, but that would be too brutal, and when the guy died, he turned into quicksand, leaving nothing behind."

   Judy didn't answer.

  She curled up on the sofa looking at the photo in Mason's hand with a complicated expression.

  Mr. Sandstorm’s complex and terrified expression before he died was filmed penetratingly. I don’t know if this **** who once spread the zombie virus in Night City repented of the dirty things he did in the past when he died?

   "Thank you, Mason, and Barbara."

  Judy’s eyes lit up with blue dots, which means that she is sending the data of this photo to other people. She took a long breath and said:

   "I really didn't expect that you could really do this, and in that case, you could still remember to avenge us."

   "Not a big deal."

  Mason retracted the communicator and said:

   "With your strength, it is easy to deal with these miscellaneous things. I just happened to be at the right time, so I don't have to pay too much attention to it. I didn't intend to use these things to blackmail you."

   "Mason, everything we need is ready."

  Barbara walked out of the warehouse of Judy's workshop, holding a very sophisticated silver-white biological containment tank in her hand, which was specially prepared for the symbiont in Selena's body.

   "Okay, let's leave now."

   Mason stood up and waved goodbye to Judy, and was about to leave with Barbara.

  But just as they walked to the door, Judy suddenly received some news. The handsome girl with tattoos all over her arms and neck stood up and said:

   "Wait, Mason, my captain said he wants to meet with you."

"Um?"

  Mason turned around in surprise and said:

   "So fast? Didn't you tell us just now that they are still doing patrol missions in a dangerous prehistoric world and dealing with a group of dangerous guys at the same time?"

   "They are indeed there, but the captain said that you have helped me so much, I can't justify not thanking you very much."

  Judy flicked her unique long hair and explained:

   "Of course it's not like you think to come to meet in person, but to project a data projection here with the help of the communication system of the worlds of Stars Fort.

   Wait a moment, I will prepare the equipment right away.

  Actually, if you can accept a little prosthetic body modification, you can meet and talk in the improved version of Mewtwo. I can create an environment that is comfortable enough for both of you. "

   "Put some metal parts on your body?"

  Mason pouted and said:

   "Forget it, I'm not interested in self-mutilation-like things."

  Judy quickly rolled out a black drone-like special device from her bedroom. After activation, a blue light was projected down.

   On the ground in front of Mason's eyes, the figure of a tall and strong man was quickly woven, and even the background of the wild forest in the area where this guy was located was also woven.

  This man is about two meters tall, with a crisp pot head and a complexion of South American mixed race. He is leaning against a tree and smoking a burning cigar.

   At his feet lay a heavy-duty kinetic shotgun with a caliber large enough for a child's fist to penetrate.

   Behind him, a young man in a black cloak was practicing knife skills with a long black knife in his hand. In the camp farther away, a girl was sitting there maintaining a sniper rifle in her hand.

   "Mason Cooper?"

  The man opened his mouth and said:

   "My name is Morgan, Morgan Blackhand, the captain of the afterlife team. Behind me are V and Panan. Rogge leads people to guard further away. Please understand that we are on a mission and cannot personally thank you."

   "Sandstorm is just a little guy, it doesn't have to be."

  Mason's gaze didn't stay on Morgan Blackhand for too long, but kept staring at V behind him who was practicing knife skills. After several seconds, he finally couldn't help asking:

   "The famous V is actually a man? Didn't he say he was a woman?"

"ah?"

   Mason's sudden question stunned the tough guy Morgan Blackhand. He didn't know how to answer and thought it was a joke, so he shrugged and ignored it.

   just said in a deep voice:

  "Perhaps it seems to you that it's just a little effort, but the demise of the six-headed snake team is of great significance to those of us who are lost. I believe that the reservists in the next life will feel happy about it.

  You're our friend now, Mason.

   There should be some spare weapons and devices in Judy's warehouse, if you need them, you can take them yourself and don't be polite to us. Come to our bar for a drink when you have the opportunity in the future.

  I remember that Panan’s garage seems to have a monster lizard, if you don’t mind, then.”

   "Morgan! They're at it again!"

  An old aunt's shout from a distance interrupted the conversation between Morgan and Mason. The tall man picked up the shotgun in his hand and turned around to shoot. Green fluorescent blood burst out behind him.

  Communication hangs up.

   At the moment when the light and shadow dissipated, Mason keenly caught a hideous figure emerging from hiding.

   "So, their mission this time is to expel the Predator?"

   Mason looks back at Judy.

  The technical officer of the afterlife team shrugged and said with a grin:

   "Ha, you guessed it, it's not an ordinary Predator, it's a group of Predator Elders and their Queen's Guard hunting everywhere in that vassal world, it's just like crazy.

   Already seven low-level teams were defeated there, otherwise it would not be our turn to come forward. "

   "This is really dangerous enough."

  Mason rubbed his forehead, looked at Judy in front of him, and said:

   "But you heard it just now. Your captain said that he would send us a monster lizard. I can't pretend that I didn't hear it. Where is that thing? Let me open my eyes."

   "You can't use the brain plug-in if you don't install it."

  Judy complained:

   "That thing is a war vehicle with full sensory control. Don't tell me you want to transform it into a backward hand control? I won't agree!"

  (end of this chapter)