When Mason woke up, he was surprised to find that his potion had overwrought and had turned into a mass of black charcoal.

But he's not in the mood to clean up that disgusting failure.

Instead, the young man jerked up and rushed out the door, and then he saw a rusty chest with seaweed and barnacles sitting squarely in the doorway.

There are footprints on the steps of the bamboo building in front of you, which have not yet dried up, extending all the way to the beach washed by the sea.

It's like a ghost story.

But the appearance of the iron box with the insignia of the Flying Dutchman means that Mason's dream is real, including the "vague prophecies" of the end times that Will Turner and he said.

And the truth that made Mason's heart run like 10,000 grass Nima.

"The zombie virus in this world was actually released by Lao K? And listening to Will's description, at that time, Old K's team had not yet suffered a catastrophe, and the calculation time coincided with more than two months ago. ”

Mason rubbed his chin and wrapped a piece of cloth in the rusty box and took it back to the house.

Captain Will didn't say much more.

After Mason promised to take his wife and children out of this world, the captain of the ghost ship promised to collect as many rare materials and items as possible for Mason in the future.

Although there are legends of ghost ships everywhere in this world, there are not many ships that can really swim under the sea, and the treasures buried in the depths of the sea can only be obtained by ghost ships that are truly cursed by the sea god like the Dutchman.

The deal itself is great.

From Mason's interests, it is simply a profit.

But the young man was not glad to do so, and as he twisted the strange lock of the rusty box in front of him as he followed the hint left by Will, he thought to himself:

"Although we have known for a long time that the Stellar Society is not a good thing, this worldwide spread of the virus is also a bit too much, and the most important question is, why did they do it?

If it's just about plundering resources, there's a way to do it more efficiently.

And there's the 'doomsday' that Will Turner has been emphasizing.

He was definitely not referring to this zombie plague that spread the world, and according to him, this apocalypse didn't even have much to do with the Stars Society. ”

Mason squinted his eyes and tried to get an answer.

But unfortunately, he has too little information at hand to piece together a truth.

"Click"

There was a crisp sound, and the box in front of me was opened.

The inside is very well waterproof, the contents are not wet by the sea, and at the top is a chart showing the location of a small island in the Caribbean Sea.

That's where Will Turner's wife and son are now, and Mason was supposed to take them back and take them away.

Underneath the chart is a slightly worn parchment codex.

The top half of the thing records all the locations where the cursed fellows on the Flying Dutchman buried their treasures, and the bottom half is the knowledge that was recorded at Mason's request.

Will Turner's Forged Codex

Utility: Learn the blacksmith's craft of blacksmithing, which also chronicles some of the unique blacksmithing techniques mastered by the legendary pirate Will Turner.

Item description: If it weren't for love, the legendary pirate Will Turner would have become the world's top blacksmith.

Mason took the codex in his hand and flipped through a few pages, and found some tips that Will had written on it, teaching Mason, a novice blacksmith, how to deal with the special material of cursed gold coins.

The Codex also records a lot of forging techniques and blueprints for weapons and armor, so that Mason has a sample of the forging technique that he never knew how to get started.

This somewhat dispelled the mysteries about the Stellar Society and the end of the world in Mason's mind at this time.

He is a person who likes to do things according to plans, and he doesn't like this kind of unplanned unexpected event, but considering that he hasn't even figured out the dark truth of the Stars Society, it's a bit worrying to think about the end of the world.

So after a few minutes, Mason calmed himself down and sat back down at his workbench to start reconcocting the brown owl potion.

He liked the feeling of being distracted, and it continued like this until late evening, when Mason finished making the tenth downgraded version of the Weak Brown Owl Potion, when the hint he had been waiting for finally popped up:

"Successfully completed an excellent craft: Alchemy item crafting, and the alchemy branch proficiency X20 increased, currently Lv3."

"I have used magic fire many times to complete item crafting, and my flame manipulation skills have been improved, and it is currently Lv1."

"Hmm, double egg yolk, I like it."

The young man stood up and stretched widely, holding the tawny high-grade vitality potion he had made in front of him for a few seconds before placing them in a special wooden box and throwing them into his suitcase.

He walked outside the bamboo tower to take a look at the sunset slowly sinking into the sea in the distance, and then heard the unique engine sound of the flying motorcycle, and looked up to see that Charles was driving the motorcycle back to the place with a slightly drunk Catwoman in the car.

"Yo, Mason cutie, come over and let my sister hug me."

Selena jumped out of the car with a drunken body, stepped barefoot on the beach, and staggered forward in a gorgeous court dress.

Mason refused her hug, frowned again, and said:

"How do you drink so much like this? Didn't you go to talk about business? ”

"That's right, talk about business!"

Catwoman smiled and took a stack of papers from the kite man, who seemed to have drunk a lot, and stuffed it into Mason's hand, she crossed her waist and said:

"Take the envoy of the king of the British Royal Fleet, Captain Cheval, the pirate king of the Mediterranean, Captain Armand, the pirate king of the Black Sea, and the pirate king of the Pacific.

There are also the priests of the South American Church, the tribal witch doctors hiding in the forests, the gentlemen and nobles of the thirteen North American states...

It's too much.

They have all ordered at least 50,000 'hope' elixirs from us, and of course the 500 samples have already been divided up by them.

In return...

Charles!

An eye-opener for our little cutie Mason! ”

Selena snapped her fingers.

The kite man behind her immediately took several large boxes out of his bag and opened them in front of Mason's eyes, and for a moment the jewels came and even lit up the beach in the evening.

Drunkenly, Catwoman took out a lady's crown of purple velvet and luxurious pearls and gems from the box at hand, placed it on her head, and took the platinum scepter from the kite man and spun it around in her hand.

"The Queen's Crown of the French court, the papal scepter brought out of the Vatican, these are peerless treasures that I cannot steal on our side, no matter how powerful I am.

But now they are in my private collection.

I simply loved this trip, my sweet little brother Mason. ”

Catwoman pounced on him with a smile, leaving several "flaming red lips" on Mason's neck and cheeks in the midst of Mason's disgusted resistance, and she crawled on the young man's back, and said with drunkenness:

"Maybe I'm drunk, but want another French kiss? Little cutie, for the sake of these wonderful harvests, my sister can..."

"You smell of alcohol! Oh my God, like a drunken maniac. ”

Mason shoved her down.

Of course, he was very gentlemanly and held her hand to prevent her from falling.

He looked at Selena, who was shaking when she walked, rubbed her forehead with a headache, and said to the kite man with a ring full of rings and a golden pipe set with gems:

"Charles, go to the tavern and call Konstantin back, since the contract is signed, then we will go back to Gotham tonight."

Mason carried Catwoman with a crown and scepter and a large box of fine jewels on the side of the steps, and walked a few steps forward to the beach, and said to Angelina, the pirate who came with her:

"We're going to 'go back' and come back in seven days, and you'll be looking at Jack Sparrow during that time, and these things will give you self-defense."

He handed the pirate a bag containing weapons and explosives, as well as a large number of low-grade potions, and shoved the chart left by Will Turner into her hand, instructing:

"It's important to go to this island with Jack to pick up the mother and son there, Angelina, I hope you and Jack can finish it with your heart."

"Elizabeth Swan?"

When the pirate saw the name on the chart, she frowned and said:

"Isn't this the 'Pirate King'? I've heard that Jack was in a relationship with her, could that kid be? ”

"Jack is a dashing and merry man, so don't think about it. Come, hold this. ”

Mason's fingers pinched and summoned his K-Team Leader's ID card, allowing the female pirate to reach out and touch it, who stretched out his finger and pointed at Mason's card, and a cloud of red light quickly wrapped around her arm.

The burning sensation made Angelina's whole body tremble in pain.

Under Mason's gaze, a dull black ghost claw tattoo also quickly appeared on her left arm, indicating that she had officially become a reserve member of Team K and the Star Society.

"Now, we're in this group."

Mason took out Catwoman's previous tight-fitting suit and handed it to the pale female pirate, and said to her gently:

"Welcome to Team K, Angelina, and may we have a happy future together."

"Thank you for the pain you've inflicted on me, Captain."

The pirate pursed her lips, held her suit and bag in her arms, felt her growing strength, and blinked again:

"So I can swindle under the guise of you... Uh, I mean recruit men? The Black Pearl and Jack are also under my command? ”

"It's up to you to control the man, girl, after all, Jack is the soul of the ship."

Mason glanced back at Konstantin, who was being carried back by Charles, and was still talking nonsense, he shrugged his shoulders and said to the new members:

"Anyway, don't forget to gather resources, the more you collect, the better our lives will be."

"See you in seven days."

---

While Mason and the others were packing up their shapes in the other world and preparing to "go home", a scene of "farewell" was also being staged on the Gotham side, but compared to the elation there, it was much more painful here.

"Bang"

A black figure fell from mid-air in the pouring rain.

The hook that was supposed to hold him glide was cut through the air by a flying weapon, causing Batman to make a mistake and fall headlong in the dirty alley of the night.

His batsuit was riddled with bullet holes and sharp weapon scratches, and even his bulletproof cloak was left with the marks of being burned by flames.

It's really rare for Lord Batman to be so embarrassed in his own city.

But instead of giving up on the pain coming from all over his body, he leaned against the wall and tried to hide into the darkness that had been protecting him.

"Barbara... Call... Bat Network... Support! ”

Batman's tone was choppy.

It was evident that he had suffered a heavy blow and was unable to breathe, and the world that was spinning in front of him at this moment meant that the toxins he had been injected by the sneak attack had begun to spread through his body.

In his newsletter, he calls out to the people he trusts most.

It was a member of the Bat Family who had worked with him to keep order in the city, but tonight, when the Lord needed it most, the always reliable communication fell into a long, eerie silence.

No one responded to the plea.

It was like another invisible cold blade stabbing into his already shattered heart again.

"Bang"

The muffled sound of gunfire came from behind.

Batman's figure flashed, trying to dodge the bullet, but the shooter was clearly extremely powerful.

The special bullet swirled in the old man's back, burrowing into his body along the crack in the entire torn suit there, bringing up a handful of blood.

The impact sends the poisoned Batman to the ground.

But he was still quick to react, grabbing a first-aid needle from his combat belt and about to plunge it into his neck, but the flying black combat boots kicked him in the wrist and sent the needle flying.

A pair of powerful hands covered in battle armor reached over, grabbed the old man's shoulders and pulled him up from the ground, and in the torrential rain that kept falling in the darkness, the two men scuffled together at this moment like two beasts that pounced in the dark.

Each sees each other as prey.

Icy raindrops trickled down Batman's helmet, and blood poured from his nostrils and the corners of his mouth falling from his jaw.

In the eyes of the silent and cold man, whose toxin had taken effect, and what was reflected was a red streamlined round battle helmet.

No eyes, no facial features, it should be some kind of high-tech protective material.

The metal armor worn by the other party is very, very similar to the bat suit, his movements are agile and deadly, and every time the old man tries to fight back, he is aware of it in advance and gives him a more crazy blow.

He's like another young, angry version of Batman.

But he used a gun!

This makes the attacker even more dangerous.

"I'm familiar with you, Batman!"

A hoarse voice came from the red helmet of the rainy night, and with extreme hatred and a touch of pain caused by madness, he slammed the weakened Batman against the wall like a bull, causing the bricks to shatter.

He roared:

"Your attack! Your defense! Even your suit and your weapons! I know you better than anyone else, and I know how to beat you.

That's it! ”

"Wow"

The attacker's hands flung away, and the dark black sharktooth grappling knife ejected from the metal gauntlets, leaving an X-shaped scar on Batman's body, sending blood to burst out in the rain and the poisoned man let out a low moan.

He fell to the ground and was picked up again by the attacker's neck, a hard punch to Batman's abdomen, followed by a torrential rain of blows venting deep hatred.

"I won't kill you, but I'll let you experience my pain! In every nightmare that never wakes up, as if I prayed for you to save me, you prayed for someone to redeem you from the darkness...

But there won't be.

No one will ever come back to answer your desires, praying for the weakness of despair, remember? You taught me not to be defeated by fear.

I've never lost to fear, but you've made me fail. ”

He looked at the man in front of him with a bloody face, and a low laugh echoed in his battle helmet, and he said:

"They gave me a name, they called me 'Scarlet Knight', and they wanted me to be their deadliest weapon in your place.

I agreed.

That's what they give me.

A chance to end this blood feud with you in your city.

Bruce wayne!

Stand up!

Keep getting beaten! ”

"You... Who is it? ”

The old man, who was almost unconscious, immediately surged with anger when he heard the other party shout his real name, he struggled to resist the constant punches, and took out a smoke bomb from his arms and smashed it on the ground in a crooked retreat.

Smoke billowed in the torrential rain, and the attacker could have continued his attack, but instead of doing so, he stood quietly in the smoke and waited.

By the time the smoke cleared in the rainstorm, there was no sign of Batman around.

"Run, Batman."

The attacker, who called himself the "Scarlet Knight", lowered his hands and let drops of blood drip from his armor.

He crouched down.

Picking up the torn blood-stained cloak in the alley, he thought of the days he had traveled through the city under its protection.

Those good old days are like a dream that has long ended.

How beautiful it is in dreams, how desperate it is when you wake up from it.

The Scarlet Knight held the broken cloak in his hand and whispered as if he had said goodbye:

"The power that made me will destroy you, may pain and despair be poisoned in your veins, and tonight, Batman died.

Gotham is also dying.

You'll know who I am, Bruce.

You'll know when the city and all your expectations start to burn. ”