"Boss, the Hunter left this for us."

When Mason was about to leave the iceberg bar and hurry to do something, the kite man found him and showed him something, and the young man took the document in Charles's hand and flipped through it, and then frowned.

This is the full set of property ownership documents for this iceberg bar, and with this thing, Mason and the kite man can legally prove their ownership of the iceberg bar.

The most outrageous thing is that the documents for the transfer of assets have been stamped with the official notarization stamp of Gotham, combined with the fact that Mr. Hunter just said that he went around Gotham City, maybe these documents are the purpose of his trip.

"To show yourself unfathomable? Or is it a dismount? ”

Mason looked at the document in his hand, then looked at Charles, and said:

"What else did he say?"

"He said that this bar looks very imposing and borderland, which is suitable for our activities in this world, so he helped us get this as a 'congratulations' for the successful reorganization of Team K."

The kite man also had a serious face.

He also knew that this "gift" was hot.

"Boss, do we want it?"

He asked.

"Yes! Why not? ”

Mason flipped through the papers, took out a pen, and said:

"If we refuse, we will be empty-minded. He must have figured out what had happened in the city over the past few days, perhaps as a way to remind us not to struggle in vain.

But it's really troublesome to take this thing, and the other forces in the city will definitely find a way to snatch it. ”

"I said that too."

The kite man sighed and said helplessly:

"But Mr. Hunter told me that a Pioneer squad that can't even match the local forces is not a qualified member that the Stars would want to see."

"Well, it does, but it's not my trouble."

Mason nodded thoughtfully, wrote his name on the signature of the transfer of assets, and slapped the pile on the kite man's chest, saying:

"Now it's your trouble! Iceberg Bar owner Charles Brown, congratulations on your overnight transformation from a third-tier villain living in a junk apartment to a millionaire with an estate. ”

The Kite Man opened the document with wide eyes, and his name was written on it, indicating that he had become the owner of the new property.

Mason strode into the elevator without giving his little brother time to react at all, and in the crisp sound of the elevator closing and descending, the young man sighed helplessly and rubbed the corners of his forehead.

He whispered:

"I really didn't expect that I would return to this hellish place in this way. So why did I desperately break away from the Penguins in the first place?

After wandering around outside, I actually turned back again.

Fate is truly wonderful. ”

"Ding"

The elevator opened, and Mason walked out of the first floor and remembered the scene when he was reborn.

A week ago, he could only be a janitor outside of this glittering place, but now, the building belongs to him, even the land and the 800-meter underground area.

Mason pursed his lips, took out the penguin's armed umbrella in his hand, and strode out of the building.

As he walked down the steps, he glanced back at the Iceberg Bar behind him.

I have to say that the Penguin Man has an absolutely unique eye for doing business, and although this store is not in the most prosperous neighborhood of Gotham, its location happens to be the border area of the major gangster forces.

Occupying this place can effectively integrate the gray resources of the city, coupled with the terrifying connections cultivated by the Penguins in the city for nearly three decades, such a bar can be called a daily profit.

And at this time, Mason suddenly had a realization in his heart.

The seemingly flaunting behavior of giving away an expensive building is probably Mr. Hunter's reminder to change his mentality.

After all, for an organization like the Stellar Society, which spans countless parallel worlds, the money and wealth of a certain world are estimated to be equivalent to "mission props".

"These big people really have eight hundred hearts and eyes in one eye."

The young man complained.

Reaching out and stopping a taxi, I arrived at the Gordon House ten minutes later, and bought three pizzas, a bottle of wine, some fruit and a bouquet of flowers as gifts.

He knocked on the door and saw Barbara and gave the flowers, which made the gentle big sister smile immediately.

Director Gordon had just gotten up at the hospital last night to take care of his brother, and Mason had just arrived with food and had breakfast.

However, when Barbara was cutting fruit in the kitchen, the watch on her wrist suddenly vibrated and the former bat girl put down the fruit knife in surprise and took a look at it, and found that it was a message from Batman.

She brought the fruit bowl to the table and returned to the room, picked up the special headphones and put them on, and after the communication was connected, Batman's deep voice rang out:

"Barbara, where is Mason in you?"

"Yes."

She asked, and Batman asked:

"How long has he been?"

"About fifteen minutes."

Barbara felt a little strange at this moment.

Sitting in a wheelchair, she glanced out the door and found that her father had just drunk a large glass of wine in one gulp to Mason's cheers, and the "chic" posture made the young girl a little unbearable to look at directly.

She sighed and said:

"He came to my house for dinner as agreed, Gordon is very happy, is something wrong?"

"Just a routine inquiry, remember to give him the bat phone."

Batman admonished, hung up the communication in a brief tone, and made Barbara Gordon raise an eyebrow, it seems that Batman is really paying attention to Mason.

She had never seen this man take the initiative to call and ask for such a trivial matter.

What Barbara doesn't know, however, is that this will not be a good situation for Batman.

The Night Knight in Gotham rarely haunts daylight hours, and they still operate with Nightwing.

On a remote road on the outskirts of Gotham City near Arkham Asylum, the batfighters controlled by Ah Fu constantly hovered in the air to provide fire support to the ground, while the Lord and the Young cooperated with each other to attack the ferocious giant monster in front of them with some kind of electromagnetized heavy weapon.

Ten minutes ago, the zombie-like three-headed dog was roaring and running down the road, and the crazy monster opened its bloody jaws to bite the old man who was swinging in the air.

Batman stares at the back of the three-headed dog, where a mysterious man with a scarlet knife stands.

"It seems that the zombie plague in Black Gate Prison has nothing to do with Mason, at least not directly."

The old man looked at the alienated monster in front of him that exuded a rancid smell, and came to a preliminary conclusion in his heart, the mysterious man who controlled the three-headed dog in front of him was undoubtedly the most suspicious.

"Arkham Asylum is home to a large number of wicked, crazy souls, and I can already smell the depravity."

The mysterious man shouted:

"Get out of the way! Batman, you have not settled accounts with you for destroying my house and taking away the 'guinea pig' I have carefully cultivated, are you so eager to die? ”

"You're the Dark Wizard?"

Batman was stunned for a moment, then immediately reacted.

While the bat fighter overhead continued to pour fire to suppress the three-headed dog in place, the old man grabbed three batrangs and threw them at the mysterious man.

The enhanced batrang creates a blinding electric current in the air, and the attack effect is extremely cool but doesn't hit anything.

The mysterious man strangely disappeared in place.

At the same time, the Bat fighter suspended at least 300 meters in mid-air seemed to have been slashed through the engine by an invisible blade, and it slanted towards the nearby forest in a violent explosion and fire.

And the old man crossed his arms to block in the air at the moment of premonition of the deadly crisis, but in the piercing sound of metal cutting, the scarlet straight-bladed war knife turned into a streamer of light and flashed in front of Batman's eyes, and then a fierce kick in the air also kicked Batman from the air to the ground.

The old man tumbled to the ground.

The brawling armours of both hands cracked silently, and the black armor was cut with a clear scratch from the chest to the waist and abdomen.

The other party seemed to be playing tricks on him.

The knife almost grazed his skin, destroying the suit without causing any damage to his body.

"Dark wizard? Do you think I'm such a low-level thing? ”

The mysterious man returned to the back of the three-headed dog, sneered and turned his wrist to play a sword flower.

He sarcastically said:

"The Night Knight who has committed the crime of arrogance, but I have no intention of going against a 'chosen one' who has escaped death several times, Batman, fate is on your side.

For now.

Now, get out of the way!

Just like the guilty souls of the Black Gate Prison, the soul removal of Arkham Asylum will be beneficial to the city you are guarding, and it will be the last thing I take in Gotham.

If you don't get out of the way, the next knife won't be so gentle. ”

As he spoke, the mysterious man disappeared again and reappeared in place, like a body shaking in the afterimage of the sneak attack from behind, kicked out more than ten meters away.

The silent lord did not get out of the way.

He put on a fighting stance in front of the howling zombie three-headed dog, like a mantis arm as a car, and the mysterious man sneered and drove the giant beast forward.

At the moment when he was about to crush Batman, a blue streamer several times the speed of sound fell from the sky. While splashing dust, he threw a punch, knocking back the three-headed dog in front of him with a blow, and crushed the big head in the middle by the way.

In the dust splashed like a ring, the old man whispered to the helpers:

"It took you a full two minutes to get from Kansas here?"

"I was teaching my son to milk a cow just now, and it takes time to find an excuse to slip away..."

The man replied:

"And you can't even make it up for two minutes? You're really old. ”

"Superman!"

Standing in front of the zombie three-headed dog whose body was almost torn apart by a punch, the mysterious man glanced at the tall man standing in front of Batman with great fear.

The latter was suspended in the air a few centimeters above the ground, and the heat rays in his eyes were ready to go.

The mystery man didn't dwell on it anymore.

He seemed to know how powerful the man was, and took a step back and disappeared into the raging unsightly highway like a stream of water, disappearing along with the three-headed dog whose body had been shattered.

The battlefield that had been deadly and exciting just now suddenly fell silent.

Superman's eyes cooled down, and he fell to the ground in his suit, and in the swaying of his red cloak, he frowned and looked at Batman, who even had his armor cut open, and said:

"What about the weapons you've hidden? Why don't you use it and call me directly? It's not like your style. ”

"I don't have a weapon against this particular enemy."

The old man looked at the messy ground and replied in a short tone:

"If you can't kill with one blow, you can't expose your hole cards casually, and being found out will only make the deterrent power decrease, and calling you to execute 'intimidation tactics' is the most appropriate choice.

Do you see his true colors? ”

"Nope."

Superman rubbed his eyes and said:

"It's the kind of magic I hate the most, it's like being filled with lead and I can't see anything. I know Gotham is a magical place, but when did this ruthless character come again? ”

The old man shook his head and did not reply.

He squatted on the ground and collected the remaining flesh and broken teeth of the three-headed dog, got up again, and said quietly:

"So, next time I should call the more useful Diana directly?"

"Or Barry."

Superman didn't care about his old friend's sarcasm, and he said very calmly:

"That's a fast guy, and it's good to overpower him with a faster speed. Barry has been a bit restless lately, saying that the Speed Force is becoming unpredictable.

Maybe we've been paying attention to..."

"Shh

The old man made a silent gesture and said:

"Let's talk about that at the watchtower."

"Don't you really need me to stay here and help?"

Superman shrugged his shoulders and levitated himself and asked:

"I can help you with super hearing..."

"Your son is on an 'expedition.'"

The old man clicked on the monitoring equipment on the bracelet and said faintly:

"He's going to find the things you've hidden under the farm's barn."

"Goodbye!"

Superman's face changed.

It flew into the sky with a whoosh and disappeared.

"Alfred, did you record the battle just now?"

Batman activated the communication and asked, and the reliable old butler immediately replied:

"We've started analyzing the enemy's battle patterns, but there's too little information available to develop targeted tactics, and the tracker you've dropped on him has been destroyed.

Young master, your acting skills have regressed, you should have insisted on fighting for a while just now.

A new enemy has been filed, codenamed 'Three-Headed Dog'. Now that it has been determined that this guy is the source of the zombie problem, does Mason still need to continue to observe? ”

"Lower your priorities, but keep watching."

Batman enters the Batmobile with a stunned Nightwing in his arms, saying:

"I'm still curious about what Mason is hiding."

---

At Gordon's house, Mason helped the drunken Gordon back to his room and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes. Not surprisingly, Mr. Hunter was already waiting for him.

The man, disguised as a man, has a broken tracker in her finger.

He tossed the voodoo cage to Mason, and the three-headed dog inside was miserable but slowly recovering from the effects of the resurrection stone shards.

"The next time you ask me to recite those shameful lines, I'll give you a knife."

Mr. Hunter said quietly:

"But Batman is really interesting, and I still have the energy to analyze my combat mode in the first battle.

If it weren't for the fact that my team was full, I would really like to invite him to my side. He's definitely the kind of all-around teammate that all explorers in the world crave.

Mason, you can try to win him over after you're strong.

As for Superman, forget it.

That guy is too dangerous for you to control. ”

"Thank you for your generosity, Hunter, you have really done me a great favor."

Mason would like to express his sincere thanks to:

"While my favor may not be worth much, I must admit that I owe you once."

"Then try to make your favor worthwhile, maybe it will be a surprise in the future."

Mr. Hunter waved his hand behind him, and a starry spiral door jumped out, and he turned and walked into it, disappearing in the swaying of his cloak.

Mason let out a sigh of relief in the quiet kitchen.

Finally it can be relaxed for a while.

"Mason!"

Barbara's voice sounded outside the kitchen, and the girl in the wheelchair approached with a laptop, she pushed the black-rimmed glasses on her face, and said to the young man who was washing the dishes:

"I've screened you some really good jobs, would you like to check them out?"

"Thanks, Barbara, but I've found the job I'm looking for and asked my friend to send me my resume."

Mason smiled and said:

"There may be a reply tomorrow."

"Really? Then I wish you a successful interview. ”

Barbara laughed, took out a black mobile phone from her pocket and threw it to him, saying:

"Even though you don't want to be Robin, Batman has given you a gift, the latest Batphone, which activates Safe Mode to temporarily connect to the Batnet network.

My contact with Grayson, and Tim and Gordon, are all in it.

Batman's dedicated contact is also on the emergency dial.

But it's okay, don't make harassing calls.

Beware of him sealing your account.

Dad says you're interested in technology, but I advise you not to take it apart. ”

The girl shrugged her shoulders and said:

"Don't do anything stupid that Tim did, I promise there won't be more than ten people in this world who can put it back in the world after you take it apart."

"Really?"

Mason wiped his hands.

Picking up the bat phone in his hand and looking at it in front of his eyes, he was 100% sure that there were at least two positioning devices hidden in this thing, so he rubbed his chin and said:

"Maybe soon it'll be eleven."