The Track of Dawn In the World of Marvel

  Chapter 6 6. My rebirth is not so simple. The quality of the newcomers this time is really poor

   "Master, the positioning signal you left on Mason Cooper has disappeared."

   Batman, who was beating up the killer of the man in black, got the news from Ah Fu, which did not affect his punching movements. The old butler said in a regretful tone:

   "It is very likely that he will be captured by Lei Xiaogu's assassins, or even worse, the tragedy of Master Jason is about to repeat itself. You may be right, these gifted children really have to stay away from you to be safe."

"Won't!"

  The master punched a killer who was trying to sneak attack with a blank face, and said in a deep voice:

   "Jason once is enough! Keep tracking, Fu.

  When I first contacted Mason at the police station, I not only left a positioning signal on him, but also a special pheromone that can last for seven days.

   Send out drone swarms to search for him throughout Gotham.

   Must find him. "

  “.”

  The old housekeeper Alfred was silent for a moment, he said:

   "Your behavior of leaving countermeasures when meeting other people for the first time is really too bad, isn't Ms. Diana's incident enough for you to learn a lesson?

  That mistake cost you at least half a billion dollars. "

   "Just enough to replace the Bat-fighter with a brand new power system."

  Batman looked at the direction where Mason disappeared last, and then glanced at the burning wreckage of a fighter jet a few blocks away. He whispered:

   "Ah Fu, your driving skills really need to be improved, you made me lose a lot of money tonight."

   "It doesn't matter, master. The stock price of Wayne Industries has been rising recently. The special tracking drone has been released. In addition, master, the assassins have begun to retreat.

   If you're putting trackers on them too, hurry up. "

  —

   When Mason woke up again, he found himself lying on a strange bed. When he opened his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar ceiling, and then a familiar translucent light curtain unfolded in front of his eyes, showing his current state:

   Name: Mason Cooper

  Status: Injury (healing), leg fracture (healing), sedative effect (17 minutes countdown)

  Identity: Gotham High School Dropout, Penguin Betrayer

  Skills: Shooting Lv1, Alchemy Lv0, Engineering Lv0, Forging Lv0, Tailoring Lv0

   "Your physique is really poor. Except for a little talent in shooting, you are almost an ordinary person. I am starting to regret bringing you back."

  A voice sounded from the bedside, making Mason turn his head with difficulty. It was a middle-aged and elderly man wearing a strange windbreaker lined with an old-fashioned suit.

   His face was almost featureless, but the star map mask on his hand made Mason recognize him.

   "Then you should probably leave me there."

   Mason said in a weak hoarse voice:

  "Before I fell into a coma, I heard you say 'Glory', what 'Stars', who are you? Are you a member of a mysterious organization in Gotham City?

   Like a court of owls? "

   "Well, you still know the court of owls? It seems that I have to re-evaluate your knowledge."

  The guy sat on the chair beside the bed, picked up a recording board to write and draw on it, and said without raising his head in a gesture of controlling everything:

  "But my organization is much more powerful than the Owl Court. The two are not on the same level at all. I will tell you the extra things after you complete the entry test. I can only say some things you should know.

for example"

  The man knocked on the recording board in his hand, looked up at Mason, and said:

   "I know you are very confused about the current situation, you can regard this as a kind of 'selection'.

  The team I was in charge of suffered heavy damage during the last exploration operation, and had to recruit several new people to fill up its strength. As you can see, I have healed you in my own way, and brought you back from a state of debilitating near-death.

  So, you owe me a favor.

  That way it won't be too abrupt for me to ask you to join my group. I've been watching you since the moment you saved Catwoman. "

   Speaking of this, the guy smiled as if he remembered something funny, and said:

  "Actually, my team is already full of people. Gotham is a city full of players with various abilities. We originally planned to start action immediately.

  But at this juncture, you managed to make me notice you with a series of brilliant performances, so I temporarily decided to give you a chance. "

   "Then I really want to thank you."

   Mason replied blankly.

  He could already sense that something was not quite right.

  Although the guy in front of him is polite, the unquestionable taste in his words makes people uncomfortable.

  It seems that even pulling Mason into a dangerous-sounding exploration operation is a condescending attitude. From this point of view, this guy must be an arrogant and hypocritical person.

   "Can I decline this action?"

  Mason asked directly:

   "I am very grateful that you saved me. Maybe I can repay you in other ways. Although I don't have much money now, I have a rich friend."

  The guy smiled and said nothing, just looked at Mason with a sarcastic look, like looking at a person who is talking nonsense. The young man curled his lips and asked again:

   "What is the content of the action? Where to explore? How long will it take?"

   "You'll know when the time comes."

  The guy took the initiative to end the conversation, got up and straightened his collar, and said to Mason with a false smile:

   "There is still a day and a half before the start of the operation. There are enough firearms and accessories you need in the basement of this house. Try to prepare as much as possible. Your responsibilities are fire support and sniper.

  You can call me Old K, of course it is a pseudonym.

  You can also try to escape, I will never stop you.

   But the secret organizations of your world are really cool, and I just happened to get some really interesting stuff from a lady named Amanda Waller. "

  He stretched out his finger, nodded maliciously at the place where the back of his neck and spine were connected, then turned and left. Mason's complexion changed slightly, and he stretched out his hand to the back of his neck enduring his weakness.

   There's a freshly healed wound there.

  The moment his finger touched, a line of prompts jumped in front of Mason's eyes:

  "Engineering explosives were detected, and the item was analyzed as a 'suicide squad special implanted micro-bomb', which has two trigger methods, active and passive, and will form a lethal explosion in the spine after detonation.

  The item is so delicate that any unwanted touch will cause it to detonate instantly.

   It is recommended to try to dismantle it when the engineering has reached Lv2, the first aid has reached Lv3, or there are quick cure drugs.

  Drawing analysis is in progress. "

   "Fack!"

   Mason clenched his fists, that bastard!

   Sure enough, with so many lines, he doesn't look like a good person, does he?

   But the young man is not desperate, he has no time to despair and he is not a person who will admit defeat to reality, otherwise he would not have to take the risk of saving Catwoman after rebirth.

  The character card has already given the solution, so the next thing to do is very simple, hurry up and improve your engineering skills to Lv2 as soon as possible.

  First Aid hasn't opened yet, but Mason knows what to do.

   Enduring the numbness all over his body, he tried his best to sit up, opened the bedside table and found a fruit knife and a family first aid kit.

   After taking a few deep breaths, the young man grabbed the knife and touched his finger. The moment the blood flowed out, he picked up the alcohol swab and gauze and began to clumsily stop the bleeding and bandage the wound.

  A minute later, Mason got his wish and saw the prompt to open the first aid branch.

   But that indifferent Lv0 made him extremely dizzy.

  Damn old K said that there is still a day and a half to start exploring, and it is possible to rush into engineering in a day and a half, but you can't always give yourself a knife and then bandage yourself for first aid.

  Let’s not talk about whether you want to play your life or not, this efficiency is too low.

  Thinking so, Mason took off the bandage on his finger and tied it again. This time, with some experience, the bandage was obviously better than the last time.

   "Successfully complete a standard and quick bandage, and the proficiency of first aid skills has improved."

Mason looked at the prompt in front of him, he sighed again, took off the bandage and began to bandage for the third time, but this time he saw other things in the first aid kit, thinking of the process of the field bandaging course he had learned, he tried Came once.

   "Successfully complete an excellent craft · fast bandaging, and the proficiency of first aid skills will increase by X5."

"Um?"

  The young man's eyes lit up.

  Does it require skill to gain experience with this thing?

   You can't just rely on the number of times.

  He rubbed his chin again and recalled his experience when he was practicing shooting and assembling firearms, and he quickly came to a conclusion.

  “This system does not require simple times and time, it requires me to strive for excellence every time I make it, so that I can quickly improve my skill proficiency in a short period of time.

  Think about it, it's the same with shooting before.

   There are tips for precise aiming, but not for casual shooting.

  I think I get it. "

  Ten minutes later, Mason looked at his fingers that had already been marked due to repeated bandaging. He decided to stop and go to the basement to see if he could get enough weapon accessories.

   Then he realized that he seemed to underestimate Old K.

  In the basement in front of his eyes, there are three large collection cabinets full of various firearms and modified accessories.

  From pistols to rifles to heavy machine guns, from classic bolt-action rifles to futuristic modular rifles.

   There is also a box in the corner of the basement, which neatly stacks various explosives, micro-drones, and unopened boxes of anti-tank rocket ammunition.

  Although the things here are not out of the field of "individual weapons", this large number cannot be called a collection, it should be called an "arsenal".

   This terrifying amount made Mason stunned for a moment.

  So many explosives are enough to blow up the entire East Side of Gotham overnight. Sure enough, anything can happen in this magical city.

   "A large number of engineering components were detected, and the base weapon blueprint was updated."

  As Mason looked around the entire basement, his character card kept flashing new weapon blueprints one after another, like a database update.

  Same as before, these drawings are the product of component enhancement based on the weapons in front of us. Although they have different shapes, they all have a unified name, "Engineering Engineering Gun Series".

  Obviously, the high-cold character card obviously has its own set of inductive logic for the creation.

   When Mason saw the astonishing number of weapons in front of him, he quickly showed an expectant smile.

   "What a collectible, I disassembled and reassembled them all, and then disassembled and reassembled, I have enough materials to flush my engineering skills to Lv2 before sending them to death.

  I'm going to be very busy for the next day and a half. "

  Mason strode forward, rudely picked up the stool at hand and slammed it hard at Old K's weapon storage cabinet.

  Amid the sound of shattering glass, he took down an assault rifle that was placed inside with a simple and tough shape, full of minimalist industrial beauty, and turned to the workbench.

   A few minutes later, Mason, who was holding a disassembly tool, looked at the various firearm accessories piled up on the table, and he took off the barrel and trigger.

   "Successfully complete a standard craft and engineering item disassembly, and the proficiency of engineering skills will be improved."

  The young man reached out and touched the disassembled components in front of him, and information labels popped up on each part.

  Most of them were evaluated as "standard items", but the disassembled barrel had an evaluation of "excellent items", which made Mason's eyes shine.

  He took out this high-quality gun barrel and put it aside alone, and chose an ordinary gun barrel from the accessory box to reassemble the parts in front of him.

   "Successfully complete a standard craft and engineering item assembly, and the proficiency of engineering skills will be improved."

"That's it!"

  Mason let out a sigh of relief, and began to disassemble and reassemble the second time. After repeated several times, he became more and more proficient in this job, and the disassembly speed became faster and faster.

  Finally, when the tenth assembly was completed, a reminder that Mason had been looking forward to finally appeared:

   "Successfully completed an excellent process, fast and precise assembly, and the proficiency of engineering skills increased by X5."

"bring it on!"

  The young man grinned, and continued to repeat the process until the muscles in his arms were a little sore.

  He sat on the chair next to him panting, closed his eyes and began to disassemble the gun. It was slow at first, but the muscle memory formed by multiple disassembly allowed him to complete the process completely.

  However, it is easy to disassemble, but difficult to assemble.

  Mason could only feel his way through the job. This time he took several minutes to install the last component, but he did not open his eyes during the whole process.

   His attempt was worth it.

   "Successfully complete an outstanding craft and fast assembly, and the proficiency of engineering skills will increase by X10."

   "That's it! I knew it!"

  Mason opened his eyes excitedly, hugged the rifle he assembled with his eyes closed, and kissed him fiercely. It took him almost an hour to finally figure out the trick of improving branching skills.

   “The next step is to replicate the process.”

  The young man closed his eyes again in satisfaction, disassembled and reassembled the gun again, but this time the prompt disappointed him greatly:

   "The blueprint has been fully mastered, and the proficiency of engineering skills cannot be improved."

   "Well, it seems that card bug swiping experience won't work."

  Mason sighed, put the gun in his hand back into the storage cabinet behind him, picked up another pistol and returned to the workbench, and quickly disassembled it.

  First inspect the parts, and start the disassembly and assembly exercises directly if no high-quality accessories are found.

   This process is boring, but young people know they have to hurry up.

  On the one hand, old K generously provided so many components, and I would be sorry if I didn’t take this opportunity to refresh my engineering experience.

   On the other hand, it is really necessary to make enough preparations for the exploration that sounds dangerous.

   That hypocritical and arrogant old K himself did not hide the danger.

  He generously told Mason that his previous team was wiped out, and that he had found a "newcomer". In fact, isn't it just one-time cannon fodder that is going to be manipulated with this miniature bomb?

  When the other party is holding the bomb switch, and you have no way to dismantle the miniature bomb, in this case, it is better to be pragmatic.

   As for waiting for Batman to come to the rescue, it didn't appear in Mason's thinking options at the beginning.

It's not that he doesn't believe in the master's integrity and mobility, but the main reason is that the mysterious old K can take himself away from those black-clothed killers when Batman enters the battlefield, which shows that this guy may not be Batman's opponent, But it is probably easy to kill yourself before the master intervenes.

   "This time I really have to fight for my own life."

  Mason rubbed his forehead lightly while disassembling the pistol. The back of his neck was still slightly numb. Then he narrowed his eyes, and a fierce light burst out in them.

   "It was less than three days after I was reborn, and exciting things happened one after another. It is said that a bewildered life must have a goal in order to live a better life"

  The young man moved his neck, and dismantled the weapon in his hand in a vicious manner.

   He whispered:

   "Old K, right? Stars, right? Kidnap me as cannon fodder, right? Pretending to be a big boss, right? As the philosopher said, a small goal first can give you peace of mind!

   The rest, enjoy a new life or something

   Wait until after you are killed! "

  (end of this chapter)