When the Italians first crossed the ocean to North America, they brought two local products with them: pizza and the mafia.

Mason clearly prefers the former.

Gotham certainly has its own mafia, and the Falcone family has been fighting other gangs for control of Gotham City's Black Zone, but that was a long time ago.

They belong to the traditional villains, which have long since fallen after the birth of supervillains, and even the penguins who are somewhere between traditional villains and supervillains can ride on their heads.

But with the Penguins tragically dying in the fire of the Black Gate Prison, and after the fall of the entire Penguin Gang, the Falcone family seems to have a second spring.

The entire Gotham chain of iceberg bars has been taken into their pockets, and only the last one remains, which is the Penguin's first store in Gotham.

Just take it there, and the mafia will declare them back at the top.

Although Mason has handed over the operation of the bar to the Kite Man, he is also aware of the recent series of fires on Glacier Boulevard, so these guys who covet the "K-Team Headquarters" have become Mason's first target in tonight's special operation.

In the Falcone family's stronghold, Mason, clad in invisibility cloak, quietly approached the main distribution box of the three-story old building, and instead of touching the thing, he raised the penguin umbrella and gently twisted the handle.

The implanted intracranial jammer activates into EMP mode, and an electrical spark immediately explodes from the distribution box, and the entire building is instantly plunged into darkness amid the unpleasant smell of burning.

"Smack"

The voodoo cage was placed on the ground, and a pair of scarlet eyes opened in the darkness.

Miss McGonagall seemed to smell the scent of flesh and blood at hand, and she became agitated and spun around in the cage, its tail standing up and down as it had regrown its fur from the healing effects of the resurrection stone shards.

"Go ahead, I've done my research, and there's not a single innocent one in this building."

Mason crouched down and opened the birdcage for a moment, and the zombie cat rushed out with a whoosh, as fast as lightning, and his steps were light and did not make a sound in the darkness.

But instead of following the noisy footsteps that approached, it lay a few steps ahead of Mason in a vigilant manner, looking back at the young man.

Mason stared at it too.

"You've come to your senses, at least you can understand me."

He and the cat looked at each other for several seconds, then whispered:

"It used to be that you had to lunge at me the moment you came out of the cage, but now you can tell my breath. You know I brought you here from that apocalyptic world, and I'm feeding you every day.

Professor McGonagall.

If you can understand, answer me, and we can talk. ”

"Meow~"

Mason was responded to by a terrible hiss.

At the moment the cat's meow sounded, Miss McGonagall jumped up and kicked the wall, and swooped like lightning in the face of the mafia gunners who had come to check the distribution box.

The sharp claws of the virus instantly slice through the man's throat, injecting the deadly object into the veins.

The fresh flesh irritated the muddy cat, making it unable to restrain its bloodthirsty desire and rushing into the unsettling darkness.

Mason watched Miss McGonagall disappear, and instead of following to avoid leaving any more unnecessary footprints, he turned back to the first floor and locked all the doors and windows along the way.

"Bang"

Removed from his waist a Claw Gun closely resembling the Bat Hook Gun and shot it into the roof, then flew into the air as the hook tightened.

This thing is one of the Batsuit combat accessories that he acquired during his first contact with Batman, and it was made by Mason just three hours ago.

The principle is not difficult, but it is very practical.

Cloaked in invisibility, he sat on the eaves of the old three-story building, patiently listening to the shrill shouts and chaotic gunshots and fearful wails coming from the building beneath his feet.

In such a narrow and enclosed area, the bullets that are discharged in the face of an agile and deadly enemy like a zombie cat are useless except for courage.

Nearly ten minutes later, a dark shadow jumped out of the ventilation duct on the top floor.

Miss McGonagall licked her scarlet mouth as she stepped along, leaving cute cat's paw prints, intending to cross the eaves and go farther away.

But a cough sounded from behind it, making the zombie tiger cat, who had just satisfied its desire to kill and hunger, turn back vigilantly.

Mason took off the hood of the invisibility cloak, took out the voodoo bird cage in his hand, squatted on the ground and beckoned to the zombie cat in front of him, and the other party's scarlet eyes obviously had emotional fluctuations.

Mr. Potter in the ruins of Hogwarts still maintains a certain level of sanity even if he turns into a zombie under the influence of the resurrection stone, and Mason has reason to believe that the resurrection stone fragment he put into Miss McGonagall's stomach can have the same effect.

Even if you can't make this cat turn back into a wise and powerful witch professor, it can at least make it possible to be "tamed".

"Come here, girl."

Mason Says:

"It's over here, I'll take you to another place where it's full of baddies and you can hunt to your heart's content."

"Meow~"

An eerie cry rang out in the night, temporarily satisfying the thirst for flesh and blood, making the less aggressive tiger cat hesitate.

It glanced back at the other roof behind it and the city in the darkness of the night in the distance, and then at Mason and the birdcage in his hand.

It took a step back.

Mason immediately took out another tattered object and placed it in the birdcage, the ragged school hat that had been completely torn and brought out of Hogwarts.

It was one of the things that Professor McGonagall was once most familiar with.

"Meow!"

This time the tiger cat did not hesitate, and pounced with a whoosh, rushing into the cage and biting the tattered hat.

The young man grinned.

Closing the cage and retracting it in his arms, he took out the diagram given by the kite man and chose the next target.

Thirty minutes later, in the Batcave, Bruce Wayne, who had finished dinner, silently put on his bat helmet, and the cool Batmobile on the dark-toned lifting platform behind him was slowly rising from the underground garage.

"Turn on city surveillance and search for crimes."

The old man's hoarse voice sounded, and the electronic system built into the suit immediately connected to the bat computer, summarizing the various events that were happening in Gotham City.

Seconds later, a distress call from a frightened citizen into the police station catches Batman's attention.

"Come on! There are monsters on this street! It's full of monsters in that house! Zombie! Oh, my God! It's a zombie! Who's going to save us! ”

"Huh?"

The old man immediately frowned.

The word "zombie" reminded him of the raging fires of Black Gate Prison, and a bad premonition rose in Batman's heart.

Instead of jumping into the Batmobile, he slammed the hook gun at the higher platform of the Batcave, and seconds later, the ghostly Batfighter sped out and disappeared into the night.

"Barbara, I need you to take over the surveillance system immediately, the Bat Network permission has been opened for you."

Batman reached out to his most trusted logistic and intelligence officer, telling Barbara Gordon:

"Activate city-wide surveillance! I need to see all the information like 'Zombie Infested'! ”

"Roger! Searching. ”

Barbara's calm voice rang out over the security network communication, and a few seconds later, the girl exclaimed:

"Three places! There were reports of zombie sightings in three places almost at the same time, all of which were the territory of the Falcone family! There have been no reports of zombies hurting anyone, but you must destroy those monsters now!

Their contagiousness is horrible. ”

"I'm already on my way."

The ominous premonition came true, which made the old man's heart sink.

He piloted the Batfighter down from the clouds and approached the chaotic neighborhood below, and instructed Barbara:

"I beg Gordon to immediately send out the heavily armed mounted police to disperse the crowd of onlookers, pull up the blockade, and don't approach until I'm done with it!"

The black Batfighter turned on the hovering mode, and Batman's figure fell from the sky, spreading his cloak and landing accurately on the roof of the old building.

The lord is not bare-handed this time.

He removed an eerie black firearm from the weapon slot on the back of his suit and kicked it open the stairs, followed by a muffled sound and the howl of monsters echoing through the old building.

Batman doesn't kill.

But zombie monsters are not people.

So Batman can kill zombies.

This syllogism makes sense, right?

Five minutes later, as the Batfighter took off again and flew towards the second zombie haunt, Barbara's serious voice rang out again in the communication.

This time it's still bad news.

"There's zombie activity in Miller Harbor, Bruce! It is still the territory of the Falcone family, and their smuggling den has been shut down. But it's so close to the city's sewer system, I'm afraid..."

"I'll rush over at once!"

The old man twisted the control wheel to make the fighter swerve and fly towards the dock.

Of course, the remaining two zombie haunts can't be ignored, so the old man called his assistant.

"Tim, I need your help."

"Already on the way! Bruce, you go to the docks, I'll take care of the remaining two places. ”

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"Four places should be enough, right?"

Mason walked into the address of Zakon with his suitcase, a shabby-looking deserted bar.

"Let's see how Gotham City reacts to this, and if it's not enough, we'll continue to increase it tomorrow night, but we have to plan the route well, tonight's events must have alarmed Batboy.

It's exciting to do this right under his nose. ”

The young man whispered.

Stand in front of the bar and watch the self-operated ergonomic bomb fall in the night, then remove your bat phone from under the drone-like thing and put it in your pocket.

When he got this phone, he could be sure that there was definitely a locator specially prepared for him by Batboy.

He would have wanted to tear it down.

But Batman's black technology with the blessing of money ability is too much, and it takes engineering Lv4 to remove the locator without triggering the alarm signal!

This meant that Mason had to learn to hide and fake his whereabouts in the short term.

Fortunately, this is a physical locator that only has the simple function of recording the trip and sending signals, so as not to go too far to snoop on Mason's private privacy, and it seems that the master also has a bottom line in this regard.

Even if he was already secretly monitoring the entire city, or even the whole world.

The young man walked over to the empty bar.

He knocked on the table and said to the old man who was sitting there listening to the radio:

"Hello, I'm a friend of Konstantin, I'm here to buy something on this list."

He handed over the material slip of Zakang, but the old man didn't answer, took out a double-barreled shotgun from under the counter with his backhand and aimed it at Mason, and roared angrily:

"Konstantin? That scum owes five debts here! Want something? Yes, pay for your scum friends first! ”

"Hey, I know!"

Mason pouted.

Threatened by the barrel of the black hole in front of him, he placed the suitcase on the bar, took out a small box from it, and opened it, containing a whole row of potions of various effects.

He pushed the potions over and said:

"Are these enough?"

"If you have enough for two times, you still owe three times."

The old man picked up a bottle of potion and said indifferently, and Mason took out another box of smelted magic metal and threw it over.

This can be regarded as helping Zakang pay off his debts.

Then he asked for a list of magical items that the store could provide, and was pleasantly surprised to find that there were many kinds of materials that he urgently needed, worthy of a store dedicated to spellcasters.

"How did you get mixed up with a guy like Konstantin when you were young?"

When the old man prepared the materials on the list for Mason, he couldn't help but complain:

"That guy is a moving scourge! Stay away from him, young man. ”

"I can't help it, I'm working for him now, that bastard put a curse on me."

Mason said pitifully, then took out an alchemy stone and threw it on the table, saying:

"I pay with this."

"What is this?"

The old man picked up the little gray stone in amazement.

He could sense that it was a magic item but didn't know what it was for, so Mason asked him to take a bottle of whatever potion he had in the store and tossed the alchemy stone into it.

A few minutes later, under the old man's surprised gaze, the concentration of the potion's mana increased almost visibly to the naked eye.

"It can be used 8 times, and almost any potion can be extracted. But don't use it on low-grade potions, you won't be able to paddle it. ”

Mason explains:

"This thing is my unique skill. If you want to buy it in the future, you can buy it at the Cooper Mystery Shop in Crime Lane, and I'd love to welcome a visit from a professional like you."

Of course, it can also be used to enhance the taste of the drink.

Your shop is a little too deserted. ”

"But Gotham is a land of right and wrong, young man."

The old man shook his head and said:

"Those of us who have one foot in another circle should not be too famous, there are some weird things roaming the city, and they don't like magic...

This is what you want, welcome to come back next time. ”

Mason, who had completed the transaction, walked out of the bar with his suitcase, only to see Miss McGonagall crouching on the trash can and licking her paws on the side of the street.

The young man glanced at Miller Harbour looming in the distance.

He reached out and beckoned to the budgie cat, who swooped over, grabbed the cage's school hat and curled up as if to "eat".

"The senses, especially the sense of smell, of these zombie-like magical beasts are really terrifying. It seems that if you want to tame Maomao and Fangfang, you will need to find some of Hagrid's items. ”

Mason took the shrunken birdcage into his arms and walked down a street with his suitcase to stop a taxi, but he felt the wind blow behind him.

He turned around vigilantly with the penguin umbrella and saw Batman standing in the shadows behind him like a ghost.

"Do you have to play this nasty game every time you show up?"

Mason patted his heart and complained:

"Thankfully, I don't have a heart condition."

"What are you doing here?"

Batman asked in a dumb voice.

Mason patted the suitcase in his hand and said:

"I'm here to buy some magic materials, it's not far away from the bar, it's a magic shop in Gotham City, you should know it exists, right?"

"Hmm."

The old man nodded, and after a few seconds of silence, he said:

"The Three-Headed Dog is back."

"Who?"

Mason was stunned for a moment, and asked rhetorically:

"Is there a new supervillain in town? How come I haven't heard this nickname? ”

"The wizard who captured you, I gave him a nickname. He drove the zombie beasts to attack the gangster stronghold in the city tonight. Most likely, he's still tracking you. ”

The old man, who had just finished dealing with emergencies in Port Miller, looked at Mason and said in a dumb voice:

"Be more vigilant lately."

Mason's heart fluttered.

It's not that he's afraid that the old man will find out about his actions.

It's because he knows very well that there is no villain called "Three-Headed Dog" in this world, or rather, the real "Three-Headed Dog" is standing in front of the lord at this time.

This kind of face-to-face conversation between the tracker and the tracked person is really exciting, especially when you're being hunted by Batman himself.

And...

I was actually "designated" by the lord with a villain nickname, and it is estimated that he is also named in the bat database, lying in a folder with the information of Joker, Lei Xiaogu, and Bane.

The young man pursed his lips and glanced at Batman in front of him.

Why did he feel a little honored?