Volume 5: The Young Wolf Seeks Home Chapter 65: Robin's career system's end point is "Male Babysitter"
"You are such an idiot!"
A few minutes later in Mason's engineering laboratory, Valeria Richards, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was so angry that her face turned red. She shouted at Franklin, who was standing in front of her with his head down:
"Why do you think you can steal Barbara's weapon so easily? Why don't you consider that she might have let you take it on purpose?
Have you forgotten everything mom taught us?
Don't start a fight! Don't plan something dangerous, especially when you don't have a backup plan! You really want to piss me off, you want to...
Ahem...ah..."
The weak Valeria started rolling her eyes before she could even catch her breath. This reaction almost scared Franklin, who was beaten black and blue by Damian.
But Mason, who was watching silently, stepped forward and injected an injection into Valeria's wrist, then put on a respirator with life-repairing spray made by Isu technology on her, allowing the smart girl to return to normal after a few minutes.
"You should go and rest. Mrs. May will take care of you."
He whispered to Valeria:
"As for your brother... don't worry. I won't punish him, but I will enroll him in a 'special training course' and train with the guys next door."
Mason's words made the "wise guy" girl nod her head. Wearing a breathing mask, she glared at her troublesome brother, and was then pushed out of the laboratory by Barbara holding the Ant King's helmet.
Batgirl did not forget to reach out and flick Franklin's forehead hard. The accelerated brain damage of the prosthetic body made him jump on the spot, covering his forehead and almost crying.
"When you guys get together, it's like a fly finding a toilet."
Mason was still busy designing blueprints for equipment upgrades for all the members of the Justice League. He returned to his workbench and sorted out the complicated drawings while saying to the four guys standing in a row in front of him:
"You have too much energy, don't you? Especially you, Damian, who feels that your world is not enough for you so you come to me to have fun?"
"I am an official member of Team K! No matter how unhappy you are, you can't change this reality."
The little madman was not afraid at all.
With a healing bandage on his face, he looked up and said:
"It is our duty to always be prepared for war. The enemy we face is very powerful, and a weak heart cannot support us to go further.
Besides, I have seen the real world war, can you still expect me to stay in the manor and play hide-and-seek with Ah Fu?"
"That's true."
After collecting the weapons from the group of young men, Ertong, who was standing nearby, glanced at Mason and said softly:
"Although I also hate this naughty kid, I have to admit that he has made rapid progress. Perhaps Lei Xiaogu is right. Mason, Damian is born to be suitable for this kind of knife-edge dance."
The little madman didn't expect that Ertong, who always enjoyed beating him up, would actually speak for him. This made him raise his eyebrows, but then he looked at Mason, stepped forward and questioned:
"Mason! Where did you hide my mother? I found Bane, but he wouldn't tell me."
"Talia is preparing for an important mission. She still has a lot of knowledge to supplement. It's not convenient for her to meet you now."
Mason was sketching the details of a set of Green Arrow power armor with a drawing pen, and said without looking up:
"But since Ertong has said so, I can give you a chance. You want to do something to prove your strength and growth, and I happen to have a lot of things for you to do."
"That's right!"
Damian immediately grinned, patting his chest and saying:
"I'm not bragging, but if you give me a world door, I can quickly make a name for myself in the parallel world! You can even form a second squad of Team K.
I am willing to be the captain, and I have made full mental preparations and preparations for this."
"You? Captain?"
Mason stopped writing and glanced at Damian, who was full of confidence. He curled his lips as if he had heard a joke, and then turned his head to look at the second barrel under Damian's unhappy gaze and said:
"I do plan to reorganize an action team to deal with the daily pioneering operations we will face after we are promoted to Class B. Jason, I plan to let you be the captain, and when Zha Kang comes back, let him be your deputy.
You can choose the players in the current 2.0 system, but you must leave me enough people to deal with crisis situations.
What do you think?
"I'm fine."
Ertong leaned against the wall with his arms folded, and said:
"I know from Barbara that you have to deal with some more complicated matters. Daily development matters should be separated out, and other senior teams do the same.
But I think Barbara is more suitable to be the captain than me.
Even Kobe, I prefer to lead the charge rather than coordinate things.”
"Then discuss it among yourselves."
Mason nodded and pointed at Damian in front of him and said:
"But if we count him in, it won't be good for anyone if his energy has nowhere to go. If he wants to live a 'happy life' on the edge of a knife, then let him go. The master is under a lot of pressure and probably doesn't have time to take him on night patrols."
“Me, me, me!”
When she heard that Captain Mason was going to organize a special operations team, the Wasteland Spider Girl immediately became excited. She loved conflicts by nature and raised her hand and said:
"Captain Mason, I'm one of you too! You admitted it yourself, and I need to join this awesome-sounding team."
"Don't worry, none of you can escape."
Mason glanced at the four guys in front of him and said:
"I can see that you all have special skills and don't like being alone. You are all restless if you stay in Osborne Tower, which is about to start construction. Go work in the parallel world.
I will prepare the equipment you need, the only problem is Jimmy..."
He said to the little wolf:
"You have to discuss this with your father. If he lets you do it, then I will prepare adamantium infusion for you and turn you into a real 'wolf son'.
The operation is not difficult in principle, and the required adamantium can also be obtained through the Star Society's treasury. The only trouble is that you will not be able to grow taller after the operation, so I suggest you wait for a while?
Or you can start taking 'ageing supplements' now to quickly reach your adult height and prepare for surgery."
"No, no, no, his current height is good enough."
Damian suggested with some malice:
"Being too tall is not conducive to hiding. Short people are the first choice for excellent warriors. Concentrated is the essence. Also, can you give me some of that aging agent?"
"Shut up, little kid."
Second Barrel stepped forward and held down Damian's restless head. He said to Mason:
"How can you say you are setting up a special operations team? You are asking me to help you look after your children! Mason, I don't want to do this job anymore! It's too stressful to lead a group of young people out to work."
"Isn't Grayson training the Teen Titans too?"
Mason stood up, sorted out the equipment blueprints that had been designed, checked the time on his watch, then patted Ertong on the shoulder and said:
"This is probably the final job transfer process for Robin. Try your best, Second Barrel. I believe this won't be a problem for you. The hunter just sent a message that the next exploration mission will be in a B-level world.
The time is a few days later.
I'll probably be going to Mutant Utopia then, so you and Barbara will lead the team.
In addition to these four guys, I will give you Firestorm, Blue Beetle, Kara and Zod, so that there will be no problem in terms of hard power. "
"Where's the old wolf?"
Ertong pursed his lips and said:
"I think that guy is a tough guy, let him take charge?"
"No, Old Wolf, Emma and Black Bolt, these veteran knives who can turn the tide of the battle at critical moments are our trump cards."
Mason shook his head and said:
"I will have Little Flash send them to Gotham at the right time. That's where we and the stars will really fight. Good steel must always be used where it matters most.
I'm going to talk to the old Green Goblin about the affairs of this world now, you guys should familiarize yourself with it first."
After saying that, Mason fled quickly like an unscrupulous boss who had successfully gotten rid of his burden, leaving only Ertong and a group of "little kids" here. Damian winked and pushed Ertong's elbow, saying:
"You don't want to be captain, why don't I do it? I've been trained for it."
"Shut up!"
Ertong rubbed his brows, looked at the people in front of him with a cold face, and said:
"Let's go eat now, and gather in the training room in fifteen minutes! No one will be able to sleep tonight if they fail to complete the training mission!"
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"Oh my, luckily I managed to convince Ertong, otherwise I would have to take care of these naughty kids."
Mason walked into the old Green Goblin's office and wiped his sweat-free forehead.
He had nothing against cute children, but if he was asked to take a little lunatic like Damian with him on a pioneering mission, he would rather commit suicide on the spot.
But what the little madman said cannot be considered wrong.
At a time when the Star Society has already formulated a new round of invasion plans, whether these children like it or not, they will be drawn into a brutal war.
Instead of letting them face their fate passively, it is better to give them a chance to prove themselves.
As long as the impact events do not end, no one can truly control their life and destiny.
"Hmm? You are..."
Mason pushed the door open but did not see the old Green Goblin. Instead, a young man on crutches was walking in Norman Osborn's office. His posture looked like a rehabilitating patient.
But from his face that was 70% similar to old Norman, Mason could tell his identity.
"Harry Osborn?"
The captain looked up in amazement at the young man with a hint of weakness between his brows and said:
"It seems that the assistance Norman requested from the Quint Society included waking you up. How do you feel now?"
"Hello, Mr. Mason."
Harry greeted very politely, fully showing the good upbringing he had since childhood despite being a top second-generation rich man. He stood up straight and said to Mason:
"The influence of the time flow is still there, but I have recovered a lot. At least I can walk on my own. In a few days, I will be able to leave here and go out for a walk.
It happened to be Peter's thirty-third birthday.
I want to give my good friend a surprise, so can you please not tell him yet?"
"Of course, I'll keep it a secret for you, but I think old Peter has had enough 'surprises' in recent days."
Mason laughed and helped Harry check his physical condition after getting permission.
From an alchemist 's perspective, Harry Osborn's body was not particularly healthy, but considering that the young man was pulled back from the time stream after his death, he was in good enough shape at the moment.
But don't expect him to do any heavy work, or put on the Green Goblin armor again to "follow in his father's footsteps". As the price of returning from death, Harry Osborn can only be an ordinary, sickly person all his life.
However, for the old Green Goblin who had lost his beloved son, the current scene was perfect enough.
"I've heard that you're a master of engineering. My father praised your ingenuity and incredible miracles in this area."
Harry Osborn said to Mason somewhat embarrassedly:
"I actually want to do something for the world within my ability. I also have some research in engineering, so if possible, I hope to join your laboratory, even if it's just as an assistant."
"Of course I welcome it."
Mason answered without hesitation:
"Dr. Otto really needs someone smart enough to help him share some of the pressure, and I happen to have several engineering-related projects that lack leaders.
As long as you are willing to work, there will always be work for me."
"But you have to at least give my son a good salary. Why not use those magic potions of yours to pay him?"
Old Norman's voice was always gloomy at the door of the office, and he looked as if he had just returned from outside the city, still covered in dust.
"Sorry, it's a little late."
He returned to his desk, poured a glass of medicine for his beloved son, then took off his coat and said to Mason:
"The Amazons intend to rebuild their city in the hills north of Osborne Tower, and they asked me to provide them with enough materials, workers, and equipment.
In return, they are willing to send out warriors as mercenaries on a regular basis.
What do you think of this deal?
"Not very good."
Mason shook his head, took out a document, handed it to the old green devil, and said:
"I understand the Amazons' desire to remain independent, but I'm afraid we don't have that much time to form a friendly federation with them. Take a look at my plan.
About the structure of K Corps' vassal army.
All Amazons must serve as grassroots commanders in the vassal army. As the Queen of War is currently carrying out a mission in another world, the generals and priests in charge of Paradise Island are the best candidates for the high-level commanders of the vassal army.
This plan could also be used on the Atlanteans.
They are also a superhuman race. Although their individual qualities are not as good as those of the Amazons, their military technology requires almost no modification and can be used as a supplement to the armaments of the vassal army.
We just need to prepare the production line for them.”
Mason's words made the old Green Goblin nod his head frequently, but he did not open Mason's plan book. Instead, he pointed at it with his finger and asked:
"So where do I fit into your system?"
"If you are willing, I would like you to be the leader of the K Corps' vassal army."
Mason was also unambiguous.
He threw out his chips and said:
"When we need military forces to enter the battlefield, I hope you can lead them to join the war, no matter where the battlefield is."
This answer surprised the old Green Goblin.
He knew that Mason was a generous man, but this condition was a bit too generous, and even made Norman's two personalities begin to doubt.
After a few seconds of hesitation, he said grimly:
"Aren't you afraid that I will take the army you worked so hard to build and join Old A, leaving you with nothing? The conditions he offered me are quite generous."
"If you believe that Old A can end the impact, then I have nothing to say."
Mason leaned back in his chair, folded his arms, and said:
"I actually really appreciate what Mr. Steve Rogers, the No. 3 figure in our small organization, said before. At this moment, the ideological struggle is no longer important.
We have to come up with ways to deal with the threats, and only by proving that our methods are feasible can we convince others.
I can't come up with a solution right now, but the solution proposed by Old A is obviously not in the interests you want... Norman, let me tell you something from my heart."
He sat up straight, put his hands on the table and supported his chin, and said to the old green devil who was staring at him:
"My thoughts and those of the entire K team are simple. We just want to find a way to end the dark ages. We just want the disaster to pass.
As for what the world will be like after the disaster and who will be in power then, I really don’t have the energy to care about that.
Whether you want to be a king, the governor of the earth, or even march into the universe and become the overlord of the universe, that is all your business. The most important thing now is that we must unite together.
If you can't stand the impact, no matter how great your ideals are or how terrible your ambitions are, they will just be a handful of dirt...
So can I trust you for the rest of this, Norman ?
