Volume 9: Fate of Destiny Chapter 14: Is that bastard Old A planning to compromise?
Thanks to the great assistance of the third-sequence commander, Mason and others spent a "peaceful" night in the first-sequence mothership.
Until the next day at dawn, when the starship, still smelling of war, left the port and docked beside an asteroid on the edge of the solar system of the New Osborne Tower world, not a single conqueror jumped out to show his presence.
An attack on the Conqueror's headquarters ended in this way.
So much so that when she left the starship and returned to Osborne Tower, the Swordsman was still complaining that it was a pity that her soul sword was not able to drink enough blood.
But the good news is that she successfully earned the glorious title of "Population Liberator". Although she only went there to get a few kills at the end of the war, she participated.
Oh my, now I can go back to hell and brag about it.
"Won't it cause him some trouble if he helps you so much?"
When Mason pushed the exhausted Emma back to her residence in Osborne Tower, the White Queen, who had just taken off the brain wave enhancement machine, asked:
"This is no longer a matter of dereliction of duty, right? Once the true situation of the First Sequence is exposed in the Council of Hope, your commander friend will probably be executed on the spot."
"Problems? No, there won't be any problems."
Mason explained mildly:
"If this was a decision made by the Third Sequence alone, then Steve would have definitely suffered a tragic end. But the problem is that the warning signal last night should have been sent to all Conqueror Sequences at the same time, Emma.
Such a situation should have been declared as the highest level of danger by a military organization, but only the third sequence called to inquire about the situation, while the other sequences were too lazy to even ask.
Guess what they were thinking?
This decision was not made by the third commander alone!
In fact, his indulgence of us was tacitly approved by all other sequence commanders. Steve was just a representative of their military group.
The Council can move one commander, but does it have to kill all the conqueror commanders at the same time?
If they did that, I would laugh in my dreams.”
"You mean to say that the Conquerors have become alienated from the Council of Hope?"
Emma asked, blinking.
Mason shook his head and said:
“No, not even close to that, but who doesn’t like to have multiple options when the situation is uncertain?
After all, our new Utopia plan was a great success in the first step, while the Council's Final Star plan has never been able to produce a product that will impress everyone.
Although I do not accept other conquerors jumping on our ship at this time, but... all planes and the earth will eventually merge together.
I can't kill them all, can I?
They're not on our side, just like Steve Rogers told me last night, he doesn't stand for anyone but his own ideals.
I think this is probably the subtext that other conqueror commanders want to convey to me.
They can be neutral.
They can sit back and watch me and Old A fight to the death, or even watch the council being destroyed by me alone. They don't want to be friends with me, but they are also trying their best to avoid becoming .
Of course, that’s not all.”
The captain sighed, took his mother, who could no longer move, down from the wheelchair and placed her on the bed. He then took out a few bottles of potion to restore her energy and placed them at her bedside.
He said:
"Just like even after the obedience program was unlocked, there were still diehards of the Council in the First Sequence. Even if the other party was confirmed to be finished, there would always be a few Conqueror Sequences who would choose to be buried with that dark thing.
After all, we have come this far and there is no turning back.”
“But it’s a good thing.”
Emma stretched out on the bed, propped up her head and said to her son:
"The Conquerors' statement will save you a headache in the future, and the collapse of the First Order will bring a terrible shock to the powerful directors of the Council as we planned.
I finally understand that you don't want them all to join you, you just want them to stop interfering with the implementation of the new Utopia plan.
They can just remain silent and pretend not to see it, and reap the benefits without even risking a break with their companions to support you.
Tsk tsk, what a clever strategy, my little Mason, you have played people's hearts thoroughly."
“It’s not that simple.”
Mason smiled, reached out to pull Emma up under the quilt, and said:
“I want them to give up their power and enter the next era in peace and order. Not everyone will choose to do so. Ambition is something that is difficult to describe, so the real challenge is yet to come.
You take a rest, I have to go to work."
"Um."
Emma nodded, watched Mason leave the room and turned off the light for her. The White Queen fell asleep in the reassuring darkness.
But soon, she had a very rare nightmare due to overexerting her brain.
In her dream, she saw Madeline crushing Mason in the flames with a cold face, and she could only watch helplessly by the side. This made Emma wake up from her dream with a scream.
When I opened my eyes, I was already covered in cold sweat.
“Damn it!”
She cursed in a low voice:
"Scott! You bastard, look at the big mess you've left behind... If your daughter dares to touch my son, I will definitely... ah, damn it!"
She panted and lay back on the pillow, finally looking at the brain wave enhancer placed on the hover wheelchair in the darkness.
In the darkness, the White Queen blinked and reaffirmed the idea in her heart.
Whether in the past or now, she is not a delicate woman who will leave her life to fate, and Mason, who has now entered her life, perfectly meets her imagination of a family.
This was a second chance that she had finally gotten, and she would not let it slip away from her hands.
Whoever dares to destroy all this is her enemy!
…
"We are already halfway through the second improvement of the Fusion Project. The guys at Fox Nest have shown 300% enthusiasm for participating in it. They have almost completed your project from start to finish."
On the upper floor of the Osborne Tower, Mason was sitting in front of Tony No. 7's bed, examining him while watching the slowly recovering guy chattering eloquently.
Compared with his previous handsome image, this guy is now extremely thin.
The aftereffects of having his mind extracted still made it difficult for him to think in a complex and precise manner, so he could only be a spectator in the busy actions of the scientists at Fox Nest.
This is simply the most terrible punishment for an intelligent person.
However, other members of the Stark family also know this guy's character, so they will organize the daily progress and send it to him, nominally called "review" and "providing reference opinions", but in fact it is to make Tony No. 7 more involved to prevent him from being too bored and causing trouble.
"Look, look!"
Tony No. 7, who was lying on the hospital bed and looked so thin that he was unrecognizable, picked up a thick stack of plans and handed it to Mason. He said:
"They added a planetary shield to your crude fusion process to ensure that the planet during fusion will not be disturbed by external factors and cause failure.
This was the plan they came up with after referring to the dangerous situations that occurred in several worlds during the last fusion process.
In addition, the Utopia-made magnetic field generator was also disassembled and improved. Ultimate Reed formed a team to replace it with a more advanced autonomous instrument.
Their goal is to place it at the center of the earth in advance, so there will be no need for a magnetic field manipulator like Magneto to coordinate, and all processes will be completed automatically.
And the random space formed after the world is folded also makes my bastard colleagues in the Fox Nest very dissatisfied.
Tony No. 6 feels that such folding is too random and can easily cause a series of uncontrollable problems, so she plans to reset a world folding plan to achieve controllable space folding!
What a great idea, right? "
“Is this really possible?”
Mason pushed the frame and blinked and exclaimed:
"I thought this kind of spatial mutation was completely uncontrollable."
“Actually, yes.”
Tony No. 7 is even more amazing.
With Mason's help, he leaned against the bedside, waving his arm that was still on an IV drip and said excitedly:
"Through the preset space beacons that Bruce Banner's research team created four years ago, we formed... uh, what's the word? Oh, right! We formed a space network, which was used to plan the world space system in advance, and then incorporated the blueprint of this space network into the command network of the magnetic field generator.
Automatically activated during the fusion of the second stage, controllable spatial folding location presets can be achieved.
Toni Six really liked the idea, and she also wanted to find something to do for herself.
In short, everyone is doing their best to participate in your super project, especially after the cruel truth of Fox Nest was revealed, everyone needs to do something to force themselves to forget their past experiences.
At least we are not being domesticated as smart ornamental fish here, we should put our intelligence to use.
Hey, I'll be in on it when I get back on track."
"You are now the great hero of Fox Den."
Mason put the thick improvement plan aside and said jokingly:
"If you go back to work, won't those researchers worship you? They will kowtow to you at least twice before starting each machine to pray for everything to go smoothly.
But you should lie down more. You deserve a rest after being busy for so long.
I heard that little Morgan finally agreed to call you daddy?"
“That’s it!”
Tony No. 7 became even more proud when he mentioned this.
This guy laughed and touched his scalp which was shaved because of the surgery, patted his shiny head and said:
"My baby daughter finally realized that I am her eternal and perfect father after all the separation. She comes to see me every day and tells me stories.
Although her story seemed a little bland and childish to me, a well-informed person, I enjoyed it in a way I had never experienced before... But speaking of this, what kind of character is 'Damian Wayne' who always appears in my daughter's stories?
Is that one of your team?"
Tony No. 7's "father intuition" was fully awakened at this moment. He stared at Mason and said:
“It may sound like a nasty little brat always picking on my baby girl, but as a veteran prodigal, I smelled some very dangerous signals.
My baby girl is already beginning to sink, and this won't do!
you!
Call that bastard over here so I can see!
I want to teach him a lesson so that he knows not to touch the treasures that he shouldn’t touch.”
"Well, I think instead of talking to Damian, you should talk to his father, mother, grandparents."
Mason said awkwardly:
“Damian’s background is quite complicated, and the origins of that little lunatic are much more complicated than you think, but let’s wait until the situation is more stable before we talk about it.
You should rest now."
Mason stood up and held Tony No. 7's head and let him lie back on the bed. Although the hole in the back of his head where his mind was extracted was sutured, it still left a hideous wound.
This made Mason, an emergency technician, feel a little regretful. After personally injecting Tony with a sleeping potion and watching him fall asleep, Mason sighed.
He stood up and left the room, and saw little Morgan Stark waiting outside. He closed the door again, and then asked in a low voice:
"Is it bad?"
"Well, it's worse than we thought."
Little Morgan whispered:
"Aunt Natasha told me that Dad's intelligence has been irreversibly damaged. Even if the best treatment plan achieves the best results, he will never be able to recover his former genius.
In fact, he couldn't understand many details in the plan, and I had to explain the principles of some complicated formulas to him. He was stubborn and unwilling to admit it, and always secretly tried to verify the results himself, but...
There was also some confusion in his memory.
He now thought that I was his daughter born before he and Miss Potts divorced. I did not correct him, perhaps such a memory would make him happier.
This kind of brain loss will gradually worsen over time, and when he gets old, the probability of him developing Alzheimer's disease is dozens of times that of other people.
I have rarely seen him so happy these days, Mason, as one of his few friends, maybe you should come to see him more often."
"I will, but don't worry about him either."
Mason patted Morgan on the shoulder and said:
"Your father is a man who has experienced great moments. Such a soul that has truly shone in the sun is never afraid to walk into the lonely dark night. What's more, you will be by his side, which has made up for too many regrets.
I will find a way to prepare some potions so that he doesn't fall to the point where he can't even figure out the basic algorithms."
The captain was planning to talk to little Morgan about Damian's problem, but just as he opened his mouth, he saw Morgan's face change. The girl found an excuse and rushed into her father's ward.
This made Mason blink in surprise, wondering what weird thing had this little lunatic done to cause the relationship between him and Morgan to become so awkward?
By the way, after the meeting at the Afterlife Bar, he seemed to have seen Damian and another girl in a cloak going on vacation to the vampire world?
Tsk, the sour love of young people and the exciting love triangle are overwhelming.
Mason turned around with an auntie smile, planning to go to the area where the cosmic tuning fork was located to take a look. The city of Attilan was still trapped under the Fortress of Stars and could not move. Although the Atlanteans had been contacted for help, this would undoubtedly be a difficult process.
I have been busy with mutants and clones these past two days, and I don't know how the "self-rescue" over there is going?
With this thought in mind Mason walked towards the elevator.
But when he stepped in, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated. Mason opened the flip phone given by Ah Fu and took a look. Then he narrowed his eyes.
A few minutes later, Mason appeared on the top floor of Star Castle.
He pushed open the door of the hunter's office in a hurry, and saw Harley in pajamas making herself a cup of coffee. Seeing her sweetheart coming over, Harley, who hadn't been around for several days, threw away the coffee cup and cheered and rushed over to Mason, who caught her in his arms.
The noise also startled Ciri who was taking a nap.
The hunter leaned aside expressionlessly, watching Mason and Harley being intimate with each other, his cat-like pupils flashing a light that was quite calm but actually not calm.
"A busy man finally has time to come and see his useless boss?"
Ciri said jokingly.
Mm, it tastes sour, just like biting into several lemons.
"It's urgent."
Mason patted Harley's waist, who was hanging on him like a koala, and asked her to get down. Then he took out his mobile phone and threw it to Ciri, who took it in his hand and glanced at the screen.
There was a message on it, and the content was quite simple:
"Let's find some time to talk. I plan to admit defeat to the powerful guy."
But what is not simple is the signature:
Old A.
