Volume 5: The Young Wolf Seeks Home Chapter 72: All great magicians, please think about a more advanced way to reward yourself during the sage time...
After Batman and Wick left the bar, Mason did not return to Osborne Tower immediately. Instead, he answered the call from the old man in his office.
After a brief greeting, he repeated the information he had just told the old man to Mason, but to Mason's surprise, the old man actually knew in advance that there was a group of lurkers lying in ambush in this world.
"I just received the news yesterday."
The old man's hoarse and deep voice echoed in the communication. He explained:
"Martha caught a sneaky guy in Wayne Manor who was trying to sneak into the Batcave to attack Bruce, but Martha knocked him out with poison gas.
After a "simple interrogation", it was discovered that it was a green-skinned alien that had been lurking in Wayne Manor for five days, and its target was my son.
But he was killed before he could take any action.
Its body is being sent to the Assassin's League headquarters, and I have prepared a team to dissect and study this strange creature.
But Mason, Bruce's identity has been exposed..."
"There's no point in hiding this from all the stars. They all know that Batman is related to the Wayne family, just like the relationship between milk tea and pearls."
Mason was impressed by the energy that the clown mother burst out when protecting her cubs. Even natural spies like the Skrulls could not resist the great and terrifying maternal love.
He adjusted his mood and told the old man:
"Bruce plans to track the seven Skrulls that have been discovered in this world. You also have the access code to the Bat Network, which can be used to track his progress.
But the super villains and other small groups are left to you. I've placed the biological bait bombs in the basement of the Next Life Bar, and you can send someone to pick them up."
"Leave it to me."
The old man replied:
"The people you supported are very powerful. Those bionic people who don't need to rest have initially completed the internal cleansing of the Assassin's League. I have a force loyal to the ideals, and it's time to find something for them to do.
However, Diana and Arthur care about their people, so..."
"After they finish their work, they can naturally go back and meet their people."
Mason said somewhat unkindly:
"Tell them not to worry! Without them, the Amazons and Atlanteans will only live better in the new world. But can you control them, Thomas?"
"They're not heroes."
The old man replied indifferently:
"What's so difficult about being a killer? These two beasts both love to draw their swords and kill people and destroy lives. Now they are just returning to their old ways. Anything else to say?
If not, I'll go hunting.
There was a small rebellion in the Neon branch, and I needed to take this opportunity to exercise my body. The enhancement factor you gave me is good and makes me feel like I am back to my youth.
But in the name of this war that's going on in secret, I desperately need something more powerful."
"It's under development and will be delivered to you soon. Go ahead and have fun hunting."
Mason hung up the phone and told his secretary, Miss Huazi, to put the boxes in the office into the basement. Then he returned to Osborne Tower through the World Gate.
As a result, before he could even catch his breath, a bloody arm flew over and hit Mason at his feet, and the splashing blood stained the shoes he had just changed today.
The captain looked up in surprise, and saw Harley swinging a baseball bat and beating a bloody man in red. The guy was lying on the ground with his limbs missing, wailing loudly.
But it is not so much the pain as the hypocritical accompaniment that SMists provide when they are enjoying themselves.
"Sweetheart! Don't come over here!"
Harry smashed it and screamed:
"I don't know where this pervert came from. He spread himself apart and hid his legs under my bed. He also put his head into Barbara's room to spy on her changing clothes!
Finally, I found it.
He also wanted to deny that there was something wrong with the transmission device.
But I have never seen a teleportation device that can split a person into pieces like this and still be alive and kicking. This guy is obviously insulting my intelligence. I am going to smash his head open."
"Mason! Oh, good friend Mason, please tell your crazy girlfriend to stop! She keeps kicking me in the balls and it hurts!"
A ghostly scream came from the bloody guy's mouth, and the glib tone reminded Mason of his last meeting with this guy.
"Wade?"
Mason said in surprise:
"Why are you, an A-level personnel, coming to my place for no reason? If it's official business, why don't you go through the World Gate? Can you please stop using that obviously faulty transmission belt of yours?
Even if you want to commit suicide, this is not the way to go. "
"It works fine in other places, but it breaks down every time I use your thing. I don't think the problem is with me."
A-level personnel "Madman" Wade Wilson complained, and then was kicked in the lower body by Harley, making him let out a short scream like a murderer.
If he still had hands and legs, he would have fallen to the ground, holding his crotch in pain.
But Wade's legs and hands were just standing beside his bloody torso, "watching the fun". Blood was flowing everywhere, making the place look like a slaughter scene.
The nice carpet in the lounge is no longer usable.
After being comforted by Mason, the angry Harley finally stopped beating the guy who came to "peep".
She took a breath and leaned against Mason, curiously watching Wade's rotten flesh grow back together in a weird way. The process was like mental pollution, and Harley couldn't help but cover her eyes at the end.
"Phew, I'm alive again! That's awesome."
Deadpool quickly recovered and became full of energy again. He made a few obscene poses on the spot, then put his hands on his hips and said to Mason:
"Pack up and get going. Utopia is waiting for us. When I was looking for my legs just after I teleported here, I saw the big Colossus hiding in the medical room, hugging his stupid wife and crying.
Tsk, I thought the annoying Katie was dead, but I didn’t expect she was tortured like that. Did you save her?
Is Logan saved?
That guy wouldn't be dead, right?
Honestly, I can smell that wolf stuff from here, he's gotta be here! But hiding from me, right? Hey, Logan! Where are you, come out and play!
I miss you so much."
"Speak slower. Damn it, are you really going to generate text bubbles for me to see?"
Mason complained with a headache, waved his hand at the guy in front of him who was talking incoherently and said:
"Logan is preparing for a mission. He is busy testing his new suit and has no time to see you, but why are you my guide?
In such a huge utopia, can't we find someone more suitable than you?"
"Oh, yes."
Wade grabbed a bag of crushed burritos from somewhere, lifted his mask a little and put the burritos in his mouth, saying proudly:
"The Council of X originally sent Twinkle to pick you up, but I volunteered to take her place. After all, we are friends and have given each other gifts.
That little gadget you gave me last time was so cool!
In the past month I've unlocked the Minotaur, the Gorgon, and the Sphinx, and the only thing left is the Cyclops. Didn't you also say you were going to inject me with some fucking gene that would allow me to turn into a three-headed dog?
Hurry up!
I promised my girlfriend that I need three tongues..."
"Bang"
The bloody baseball bat came crashing down and hit Deadpool on the forehead, knocking all his dirty words back into his throat. Harley put her hands on her hips and yelled:
"Don't say such dirty things in front of your sweetheart! He's only eighteen, hell, he has no idea what a pervert like you is doing with your tongue."
"Isn't that better?"
Wade moved his body obscenely and said to Harley:
"I can teach him, and this way your crazy life can have a new possibility of happiness...Okay, I won't say anything more, I'll shut up!"
Seeing Harley grit her teeth and pull out the colorfully painted Joker pistol, Deadpool finally shut up and Mason's ears were free.
He shook his head and took out an Isu reader, approached Wade and motioned him to take out the biological bait and read the precious recorded data from it.
These data can help Mason better understand how Isu biotechnology works so that he can create more advanced biological bait bombs as soon as possible.
"I'll pack up and then go with you."
Mason put away the reader and took another look at Wade's dirty uniform. He said:
"Come with me, my girlfriend ruined your clothes, I'll change you into a better one, but in exchange, you keep your mouth shut! Okay?"
"Cool, new clothes! I like them."
Wade laughed, put out his hand and slid it across his lips like a zipper, then followed Mason to the uniform design room.
Various styles of combat uniforms used by Team K in the past and present are displayed here, as well as concept designs made by Mason when he was practicing tailoring, making Deadpool feel like he has walked into a big store for combat costumes.
Possessing an even more exaggerated immortality ability than Old Wolf, he has never cared about his battle suit. Selling blood is the most suitable fighting method for him.
But not using something doesn't mean that you don't like it. It's a rare opportunity for you to come to the master's studio, so it would be unlike his character not to grab some good stuff.
Of course, he didn't pick it for himself.
Wade was hesitating in front of those sexy or revealing uniforms. He was thinking whether his succubus wife would be more sexy after wearing them. Then he suddenly heard Mason ask:
"You are from our hometown too, right? Wade, what do you think of Utopia?"
"Yes, on the night of the nuclear war, I was making a baby with my wife when a nuclear bomb hit the pool of my villa. I suspect it was those bastards who deliberately took revenge on me!
Damn it, I spent all my savings on that villa, and it hurts me so much.”
Deadpool replied, then tilted his head and said:
"As for Utopia, it's just so-so. It's said to be a paradise for mutants, but I didn't see many people smiling when I walked down the street.
I don't like it there. I think it's a lifeless place ruled by a bunch of idiots who always want to separate themselves from humanity.
But my thoughts never mattered.
By the way, my brothers and sisters have the same opinion about that place. No one in the Deadpool Corps likes to stay there. We prefer to do some happy things in the top-floor villa in Star Castle.
Ah, speaking of which, I have to pick up one more piece of clothing, my dear friend Mason.
Deadpool's birthday is coming up soon, and I have to give her a gift so I can have sex with her again or something."
"Well……"
This answer almost made Mason drop the biological jar in his hand. He turned around and stared at Wade who was trying on a bat suit, and said in a strange tone:
"You know that's your time-space alternation, right? You know that sleeping with her means you're playing with yourself, is there really no psychological pressure?"
“Why should there be any pressure?”
Wade was very open-minded about this ethical issue. While throwing the bat suit into his bag, he answered in a carefree and mysterious manner:
"When you were younger, Mason, er, I mean, before you had that beautiful, sexy but psycho girlfriend, when you chose to relieve yourself with your hands, wasn't there a moment when you wanted your hands to be a girl that could move on their own?
You see, when I go to bed with my altered version of myself, it's actually like going up and down in a sense..."
He tried to explain his ideas in this regard to Mason. In order to make it clearer, he even circled his fingers and moved them up and down . Mason felt that his innocent heart had been hit hard again.
He covered his ears and said:
"Actually, there's no need to explain it so clearly. Really, Wade, I'm not interested in your crazy ideas at all, and I don't even want to know how you feel and what you're thinking when you're doing it with yourself.
Blame me!
Blame it on me.
I shouldn't have asked that damn question, come on, try this."
Seeing that Deadpool was about to share some of his spooky experiences with himself, Mason hurriedly picked up the biological jar in his hand, in which a black symbiote was shaking.
This is one of the "offspring" bred by the Wasteland Venom in Harley's body one night.
As genderless symbiotes, this is how they reproduce. Wasteland Venom gave birth to two children, one of whom was given by Mason to Miss Selina's beloved cat, Miss Mag, and the other is here.
"Hey, a symbiote! This is a rare commodity."
Deadpool immediately got excited when he saw the jar in Mason's hand. He hugged the thing and screamed:
"In his world, the number seven member of the Deadpool team once had a Venom suit, but unfortunately that idiot gave it to Spider-Man, and he couldn't get it back after his world was destroyed.
I've always dreamed of having a symbiote suit of my own.
This way I don’t have to go back to do laundry after every fight, leaving the bathroom dirty and then being forced by my wife to sleep on the sofa.
But all the symbiotes avoid me, which is so sad. Look, this brave little cutie is not afraid of me.
This is fantastic. ”
He put his hand into the jar and let the symbiote wrap around his arm, completing the symbiosis in an instant. The guy moved his body, feeling the surging power, whistled again, ran to Mason, winked and said:
"This is a great gift. Hey, I know you're trying to win me over, but I can't refuse such cool clothes. From now on, I'll protect you! Little Mason."
"It's like this, Wade. I'm going to do something dangerous there this time. I won't hide it from you. My life may be in danger."
Mason pointed at Deadpool's Venom suit and said:
"I need a bodyguard who is not afraid of death. This is the compensation I will pay you. If it is not enough, you can make more requests. This is a life-threatening matter. We can't let you do it for nothing because of our relationship."
"Well, that's what you said, so I won't be polite."
Wade's overly expressive mask curved into a filthy smile.
He whispered something to Mason, and drew obscene shapes in the air with his hands. After he finished gesticulating, Mason had an expression that shattered his worldview.
The captain covered his eyes with a headache and said:
"I never thought that my hard-earned tailoring skills would one day be used to make this, a set of sexy lingerie for your wife, right?
Okay, I'll help you do it when I have time."
"That's right, this is what a good brother is."
Deadpool was very satisfied. He happily put his arm around Mason's shoulders, swung his arm forward, and shouted:
"Let's go to Utopia. I'll beat up anyone who dares to mess with you on the way."
"Sweetheart, wait a minute!"
When they walked out of the battle suit design studio like two good brothers, Harley's scream sounded from not far away, and at the same time, an extremely hot breath appeared .
Harley yelled:
"Come here! Mr. K, your egg is about to hatch! It looks so angry, wow, my hair!"
