Volume 8: The Fourth Impact Chapter 97 The first one created is called a miracle, the second one will only be accused of lack of creativity
"I'm very happy that you can come and pick me up to have dinner at your adoptive parents' house. But I'm not happy that you're a big shot out there and you drive this car home just to have a meal."
An ordinary car sped along the roads of Gotham. On the way to Gordon's house, Mason, who was driving, had to endure the ruthless complaints of Emma, who was sitting in the passenger seat.
The White Queen's dissatisfaction comes from many aspects.
First, her son would not allow her to wear the gorgeous white evening gown she had ordered to attend the Gordon House family reunion dinner.
Secondly, Mason asked her not to use her psychic powers to change the Gordon family's impression of her.
In the end, Mason drove a shabby car that was very inconsistent with Emma's temperament, which made the White Queen, who was used to a luxurious and extravagant life, very unhappy.
"Stop complaining, my pompous mother."
Mason honked his horn to overtake the car next to him, and raised his middle finger to the car next to him in the unique Gotham way of greeting. The little girl in the passenger seat of the car next to him also responded with a middle finger with a smile on her face, and was about to pick up the pink girlish semi-automatic pistol at hand to express her friendship to Mason.
But her mother, who was driving, quickly pressed the button. The mother gave Mason an apologetic smile, gave him a middle finger as a farewell, and then stepped on the accelerator and rushed out.
Ah, Gotham City with its simple folk customs is so great.
"The Gordons are ordinary people. Their living room probably can't even fit your super evening dress that wouldn't be out of place even if you were attending an Arab royal wedding. And tonight is a big day for old Gordon.
He and Dr. Leslie have been together and apart for more than ten years to get to this point. He must have something to announce by calling me back tonight. I beg you to be merciful and stop making trouble."
The captain said to his mother who was sulking with her arms folded:
"He took care of me when I was being hunted by the Penguin Gang. Didn't say you wanted to integrate into my life? Why don't we start with this ordinary dinner?"
"Then at least drive a better car."
Emma pouted and complained with disgust:
"When have I ever been so destitute? Even when I was in the wasteland, I was the queen of Attilan, and I traveled in the Inhuman royal spaceship."
"Oh, so you married Black Bolt just to have a decent spaceship for traveling?"
Mason complained, only to receive a glare from Emma.
Mother pointed a finger and emphasized:
"I am as valuable as my own weight in diamonds...Huh? Why did the car window open by itself? Why were the seat belts removed?"
"Oh, this is Mobius trying to slingshot you into the sun because you said it wasn't respectable enough."
Mason curled his lips, reached out and patted the console, and said:
"Don't bother with my mentally ill mother. She used to be a villain, and she was very considerate of you by not burning you to death when she got into this shoddy car you transformed into.
I told you to choose a good target when you first transform."
"I'm not very skilled at it the first time, so I have to choose a less difficult one, so as not to be laughed at for failing to transform. This machine will never humiliate itself."
Mobius's electronic sound came from the cockpit, causing Emma's eyes to widen in the passenger seat.
Then, as she exclaimed, the speeding car scanned a white supercar coming from the opposite direction, and through the flipping and deformation of each module, it transformed itself into a luxurious convertible supercar in a few seconds with a very mechanical sense of conversion.
Even the interior is simulated exactly the same.
"Are you okay now?"
Mason took out a pair of sunglasses from somewhere and handed them to the satisfied White Queen. The latter stopped complaining after knowing that she was riding in a super-futuristic technological mechanical vehicle.
This thing is obviously as good as the Inhumans' royal spaceship.
But this little episode also brought troubles to Mason, such as...
"Mom! Look at the aliens! I just saw that stupid brother's car deform while running! It must be an alien hiding among us!
quick!
Call Batman!"
The captain was so tired that he stepped on the accelerator and quickly fled from here when he heard the scream of the Gotham girl who had just had a "friendly exchange" with Mason behind him.
Ten minutes later, the transformed Mobius vehicle stopped steadily in front of Gordon's house. Mason jumped out of the car and took out the gifts he brought from his bag.
Emma looked around, intending to use her spiritual power to sense her surroundings, but when she turned her head, she saw her baby son's silent gaze.
She curled her lips, swayed her waist in her high heels that could kill people, took her son's arm and went forward to knock on the door.
It was old Gordon who opened the door. He was delighted to see Mason arrive on time, but his expression changed when he saw Emma, who was wearing ladies' sunglasses and looked elegant, standing next to Mason.
"It's not what you think. Harley and I are in a stable relationship, but she's on a special mission and can't come tonight."
Mason explained expressionlessly:
"And this is my mother, Emma Frost, former X-Man."
"If you want to introduce me seriously, please state my full title."
Emma took off her sunglasses and smiled at Old Gordon. She stretched out her hand and said:
"Former owner , honorary queen of the Inhuman Dynasty, interim principal of Xavier Academy, etc. Hello, Gordon, thank you for taking care of my son while I was separated from him."
"It's nothing, this is what I should do."
The old sheriff was also well-informed. He quickly calmed down and welcomed the two men into the house, only to find that the young master, who was just eating and drinking for free, was also there.
Barbara was preparing dinner in the kitchen with little James, who had finally returned home, while Dr. Leslie was sitting on the sofa waiting for dinner.
Well, this is a real family dinner.
"I thought you, such a busy man, wouldn't come tonight."
After some pleasantries, the young master whispered to Mason:
"Now that the integration plan has been successful, you can at least take some time off, right? I'm going on vacation with Barbara, do you want to come with us?
Take Harley and Quinn with you, and maybe the mysterious hunter too."
"You guys go have fun. I only have a little time tonight. I'll be busy again tomorrow. I have some serious business to attend to when I return to Gotham."
Mason waved his hand and declined the young master's kindness. Before dinner, he received another call from Charles. The Kite Man said on the other end of the phone:
"Boss, I used my connections to get an expedited order from the Guild of Henchmen. Now it's all done. We'll officially start tomorrow afternoon at the Next Life Bar.
But is it okay to ask these people for such a big thing?"
"This has nothing to do with strength, Charles."
Mason explained:
“Some talents are predestined, but the people who possess them may never use them in their lifetime. Now we need to find those talented people.
Not only in Gotham, the vampire world has also begun recruiting. Don't worry, I won't treat them as cannon fodder.
Just a very simple 'pioneering mission'.
Also, please help me make an appointment with everyone to gather at the Laisheng Bar early tomorrow morning. Unless there are any unexpected circumstances, everyone must come. I want to announce an action plan.
Well, if nothing unexpected happens, this is probably the last operation of Team K."
…
While Mason and his foster family were enjoying a happy dinner time, another dinner party had just begun in another distant dimension.
However, unlike the lively atmosphere at Gordon's house, the atmosphere here was very awkward.
Old A was sitting at the dining table with a glass of wine at his side, staring coldly at the person sitting opposite him.
The God Doom was still dressed in that super classic white robe, full of cold and mysterious aura. He also had a glass of wine at hand, but neither of them had any intention of raising the glass.
The sound of waves came from the beach not far away, and the end of the fourth impact outlined a peaceful beauty that was inconsistent with the overall environment. There were still a few stars in the sky, but they looked particularly dim tonight.
Especially against the backdrop of the Eye of Time and Space that was flashing a purple halo at the other end of the sky, these stars were no longer able to shine brightly.
"The aftershocks of the impact will dissipate in a few hours, but this one is different from the previous ones."
Doom did not seem to sense the dissatisfaction . He spoke calmly in the manner of a researcher:
"According to my observations and the records of the cosmic frequencies sent back by the Fox Nest's space probe in the last transmission, the fifth impact will arrive much sooner than expected.
Forty days at most.
It accelerated once more, like the final tremor of the universe's life approaching its end, the final struggle of a dying person as his life burned out.
Waves of impact will completely cover this era, and then in the most violent final impact, the cosmic system will be torn apart, ushering in the next era.
I will prepare the final star by then, and you can start the final selection. "
"Choose?"
Old A sneered and said:
"Do you think we still have room for choice? Do you think that after seeing the shocking work that Old K brought out, those directors with ulterior motives will still be willing to give up their last treasures in exchange for a ticket to board the Doomsday Ship?
They already have a second choice! Doom.
If my guess is correct, someone is secretly hooking up with Mason, or is sitting on the sidelines, waiting for us to fight him to the death before deciding which ship to board.
Because of your mistake, our advantage is gone."
"A mistake? Mine?"
Old A's words made Doom snort in contempt under his mask. He picked up the glass of wine, shook it gently in front of himself, and said:
“I admit that there were some minor problems with the detachment from reality of Utopia, but the cause of that problem was not because I failed to complete my work, but because you raised a tiger to harm yourself!
I don't know where you get the confidence to tame a man like Mason Cooper and use him for your own benefit. When I first met him, when I first saw those eyes, I knew he would never be inferior to anyone.
That has nothing to do with strength!
That is nature, the nature that comes from existence and life.
You should have realized that he was an unstable factor when you first saw him. You should have strangled him when he appeared in front of you! Instead of letting him grow to the current level of being difficult to get rid of in a short period of time.
My dear chief arbitrator, is it because dealing with the directors was so smooth that you really have the illusion that you can dominate everything?
I told you when I joined the Quint Club, we were struggling to survive!
I hope that the Council will be nothing more than an ant in the face of the end of the universe. Your power and strength are all fake. If you cannot withstand the shocks and changes, everything will be false.
But you totally didn't listen to my warning, you turned this survival journey into an idol development... Now as you wished, the little tiger you raised with your own hands has broken free from its chains, and you want to put all the blame on me!
I've been doing my job, and I'll deliver the Doomsday Star to you when the Fifth Impact comes, but Mason, that's your problem!
Get rid of him!
Or convince him.”
Doom placed the wine glass on the table and said to the silent old A in a very clear manner:
"What I want has never changed. I want to survive the shock! This is why I joined the Council, why I joined the Quint Club, and why I came here tonight to waste time arguing with you.
I don’t think the fusion plan of the Doomsday Star and Mason is in conflict. It is not impossible for two correct answers to appear in the same doomsday.”
"Do you want to know why I trained Old K?"
Old A took a deep breath, sat up straight, pointed at Doom's face and scolded:
"Because he never told me that this was his 'job'!
He never only thinks about completing his own work to the lowest standard and ignores the interests of the entire organization! He never pushes difficult things to others and only does what he is good at.
Before he and I had our disagreement, and even after the breakup, everything he did was beneficial to the Quint Club and had no harm at all!
He knows how to bring about unity, and you don't!
I tell you the truth, Doom, I trained Old K to replace you... You are not a good collaborator at all, you are a lone wolf who only does bad things, and you yourself don't even realize how annoying you are.
I told you!
The End Star must be the first self-help plan in this era! It must appear in front of everyone before other methods are verified!
In your words, we have to play the role of the savior of all living beings in despair.
It only needs Krako Island as a base to complete it! It can be perfectly launched in time for the Fourth Impact, and Mason and his fusion plan will be completely swept into the garbage dump.
But you failed it.
You could have stayed there until the extraction was complete, but you chose to retreat just because the fairy power was out of control. Let me ask you, how long would it take for that thing to kill you?
Will standing up for our ideals and taking a risk leave you with nothing left?
Mason scared you a little and you abandoned our entire plan and ran away... you sophisticated egoist selfish bastard!
Mason became the savior!
He became the correct answer!
You personally placed him on the altar. Now everyone's eyes are on him. He and his fusion plan have become the key to breaking the deadlock, and the Doomsday Star that we have spent more than ten years building...
Who cares?"
Fury stood up suddenly.
He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the table, staring at Lord Doom in front of him, and scolded:
"You can tell others what you just said to me. There is more than one correct answer in the Dark Ages. Who will listen to you now?
In this battle of ideas, we have already lost!
There is no way we can go back. The blood debts of the past cannot be forgiven by an apology. And you are still naive to think that we can reconcile with him and divide the world into two?
Don't be silly.
It’s a fight to the death, there is no third choice!
You, you listen to me carefully, go back now and prepare the Doomsday Star as quickly as possible, and send out all the high-end forces you can.
We still have one last chance!
Before Mason's blaze spreads across the prairie and turns into stars in the sky, we must pin him to death on the fire, and hope that his followers will scatter like monkeys when the tree falls. If we can't seize this opportunity, then you and I will have to choose a grave for ourselves in advance.
I heard that the place outside New York City is great, and I'll get you one when I place my order."
"Assassination?"
The God did not refute Lao A's statement, he just doubted his choice.
He said:
"Assassination won't work!"
"Assassination can't solve the problem, but it can at least solve the person who caused the problem. If you don't agree, then can the great Lord God give me a solution?
How about you raise the white flag and go talk to Mason at Osborne Tower?
If you can come back alive, I don’t mind bowing my head or anything like that.”
Old A asked in a cold voice. Doom wanted to speak but finally he chose to remain silent.
Praying was not an option for him, and as he said, when he first saw Mason, he knew that was not a soul that would compromise.
But since Mr. A is so proactive, let him go.
It's good to buy some time.
