Nightwing regretted it five minutes after he had wrecked the League of Assassins helicopter and entered the Arkham Asylum alone.

This place is completely insane now!

The elite warriors of the Assassin League had withdrawn from the main building, and they had sealed off the perimeter to prevent any life from leaving, but they had opened all the doors to all the wards of the asylum.

More than 300 people with severe mental illness and mania and sociopathic personalities are holding "liberal parties" in the asylum where they are being held.

But Nightwing looks more like a Darwinian.

He hid in a utility room between the third and second floors, and watched the ring of fire lit by killer moths in the lobby on the lower floor, where a large group of strangely shaped creatures danced around the fire and indulged in merriment, while the two-faced man dressed as a prisoner stood high and raised his hands to make a cameo appearance as a temporary "judge".

He constantly tosses coins to decide the fate of those he doesn't like.

"Flip side! Burn at the stake! ”

The madman, whose body and face were so badly burned that he was inhuman, shouted, triggering a loud chorus of the villains who were reveling below.

Then a struggling guy was dragged into the burning fire.

What's even more outrageous is that it was not the staff of Arkham Asylum who were thrown in, but one of these patients, who should theoretically be considered their "compatriots".

I don't know how this unlucky ghost upset the two-faced man.

"It's good that the most troublesome one didn't show up."

Nightwing didn't wear a bat suit this time, but instead wore his usual night patrol suit, and the lack of a cloak to cover him made him look a little sharper.

The highly recognizable "Gotham Hips" also showed their "style" in the dark.

He hid in the utility room and counted them one by one, and did not find any trace of Zhou Ke'er in the chaotic crowd below, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

While the escape of Arkham's lunatics from prison is a terrible disaster, the presence or absence of clowns is a completely different concept.

"Where's Two-Face, Calendarman, Mr. Freeze, and Mad Hatter Riddler? Poison ivy doesn't seem to be gone. I just saw muddy faces running around outside, and I seem to hear the screams of killer crocodiles?

The KGB beast appears to have been injured by the bomb, and the pig-faced doctor doesn't know where to run. ”

The big boy who was hiding muttered to himself, and took out a small notebook to record on it.

He originally wanted to solve the problem before Arkham's crisis broke out, but after the few families recognized the guys who were sent to the "party" one by one, he completely lost the idea of "doing chivalrous deeds".

With this exciting scene, Batman personally rushed down to estimate that he was "slightly disadvantaged", and with the members of the tightly sealed Assassin League outside, Grayson was already planning to retreat.

However, before retreating, he had to at least figure out what was going on here, so that he could give him a copy of the operation when he met Batman later.

Even in the face of crisis, the people of the Bat family are still so methodical.

Obviously, the master taught it well.

"Why isn't the clown here? Hasn't he always liked this kind of chaotic big scene? ”

Nightwing frowned and thought, and the moment he thought of a plan of action and was about to leave the utility room, a pair of hands suddenly reached out and pressed against Da Shao's chest, causing him to push himself back into the utility room.

Grayson, who was attacked, reacted extremely quickly, pulled out the fighting stick behind his back and splashed a dazzling arc of lightning and smashed into the person in front of him, but in the next moment, he relied on years of training to stop the attack.

Taking off the hood of his invisibility cloak and not wearing his helmet, Mason ignored the wrestling stick that was still dancing in front of his forehead.

He looked at Nightwing in front of him with the eyes of a dead man, and said:

"Da Shao, do you know what you're doing?"

"Mason?"

Nightwing withdrew his weapon in surprise and whispered:

"Why are you here? Wait, that guy on the weird flying motorcycle just now? ”

"Don't talk nonsense, let's go!"

Mason put his gray helmet on his head and opened his cloak to signal Nightwing to hurry over, who stepped forward to hide himself in the cloak of invisibility while looking suspiciously at Mason's new suit.

Although there are many differences in details with the Bat suit, the overall design style is definitely made in imitation of the Bat suit, so it is natural for Dashao to have an association.

At the moment when the cloak of invisibility covered the two of them, he whispered:

"Well you duplicitous Mason, you're one of us, right? Four generations of Robin? ”

"Shut up."

Mason said angrily.

He took Nightwing and quietly left the utility room and moved to the nearest balcony in a stealth state, and Da Shao still asked in a low voice:

"Isn't it? But you already have your own suit, didn't Batman give it to you? ”

"Can I sew it myself with a needle?"

The young man really wanted to shut the mouths of the young man.

What a handsome person when he doesn't speak, how can he be such a mother-in-law as soon as he speaks. In addition, he also noticed Nightwing's suit at this time.

After a few seconds of silence, Mason whispered:

"Can you explain to me why you have such a big blue bird on the chest of your suit? Is this some kind of lewd sexual innuendo? Or has it always been so fashionable on your Brughhaven side? ”

"I refuse to answer this question!"

Nightwing grimaced, and finally shut her mouth.

The two of them silently advanced above the heads of a frenzied group of maniacs and psychotics who were performing the "burning" ritual, and Mason breathed a sigh of relief when they finally approached the balcony.

He closed the door of the balcony corridor and threw out the flying motorcycle, and the bat next to him also opened his mouth at this moment to ask:

"What the hell happened to Batman? The Bat Network has been silent for two whole days! I was worried about him, so I rushed to Gotham to check it out, and as soon as I arrived, I realized that the League of Assassins was going on a rampage.

The city is already in turmoil.

A guy named 'Scarlet Knight' attacks the police station and Wayne Mansion and releases all the prison inmates in the city, and the gangsters take advantage of the situation to wreak havoc.

Once you let the guys here in Arkham rush out again, Gotham is finished! ”

"It's complicated, so you can see with your own eyes when you go over, and I'm not responsible for answering any questions."

Mason shook his head.

What has happened in the past few days is really difficult to explain in three words, and although Ah Fu confirms that Grayson is someone who can be trusted, Mason still does not plan to intervene until the ghost of the Bat family is found out.

"Get in the car!"

Mason jumped on his motorcycle and snapped his fingers at Nightwing, who looked at the very unscientific popping bucket from the motorcycle.

But just as he was about to get into the car, a sudden gust of wind suddenly shot out, like an invisible arrow, so fast that Mason only had time to lower his head.

The Nightwing beside him was directly knocked out.

Dashao was slammed into the wall, but when he fell, he rolled over and pulled out his two-handed fighting stick.

Mason also raised his gun, but at the same time, a howling wind came from all directions, forming invisible chains, pulling the young man off the motorcycle and hanging him in the air.

This was the first time Mason had been defenseless in the face of an attack.

The Visitor was certainly much more powerful than Mudface or Killer Crocodile, but instead of attacking Mason, he emerged in the gray dust wind and tangled with Nightwing.

Da Shao's fighting skills are naturally extraordinary because of the master's personal training, and with Mason's current physical fitness and nightwing melee combat, it is estimated that he will not be able to last ten moves, but the unknown attacker is obviously more powerful.

Nightwing's high-voltage wrestling stick hit his body several times without causing any damage, as if it were a floating cloud of "wind and sand".

And the latter's punch and kick can bring a huge crushing defense to Da Shao, and the wind and sand flowing on the ground are constantly restraining him.

Only half a minute later, Da Shao's whole person was sealed in the "stone pillar" of sand and gravel.

"Bang"

A precise knife struck Grayson in the neck, knocking him unconscious.

The attacker finally appeared at this moment, and in the gray wind drift, a tall, thin man with a strange golden war bow and a mask appeared on the balcony.

The moment he saw him, Mason's heart lifted.

Not because of fear.

All right.

It's a bit scary indeed.

But more because of the cloak on this guy's body.

The cloak of the black starry sky obscured his body, and the mask of the stars had already revealed his identity.

This is the people of the Stellar Society!

And look at this combat power is no worse than Lao K, he is a high-level member!

"Why did you show up in my actions without reporting?"

The man didn't attack Mason, he just questioned with a strong sense of unhappiness:

"Which squad are you from?"

"Team K."

Mason immediately reported himself to the door.

And struggled to pinch out his bronze "employee card" with his fingers, and when he saw this thing, the anger of the man in front of him dropped significantly.

He was amazed and said:

"I remember the captain of Team K was a taciturn lunatic, right? Isn't there news that his team has just been wiped out? Is this restructured again?

And why did you change to captain?

What about the old K? ”

"He's dead."

Mason said sadly:

"Died in the task of rebuilding the team, may his death please the dark stars and light our way."

"Ah, yes, yes, that's what you should say when you're dead."

The attacker was obviously tired of this set of rhetoric, and when he learned of the death of Old K, he didn't say much, and he didn't even bother to disguise, just looked at Mason with a puzzled look.

He said:

"The night wind just now told me that someone accidentally broke into this noisy madhouse, and I thought it was one of the world's nosy superheroes, but I didn't expect it to be the captain.

Are you a C-Class member?

Why is it so weak? I don't feel like some D-class members can fight. ”

"Because I'm in charge of command and logistics in our squad, the guys who can really fight are still resting in the base."

Mason blinked and said nonsense:

"Trust me as to why I broke into Your Excellency's mission, I don't want to, but the guy you just knocked out is my 'reservist'.

He stupidly broke into the place and I had to come and pick him up. ”

"Oh, the tryouts, I know. These ignorant natives do occasionally do some troublesome things, and I've experienced it at the beginning.

Listen to me, Mr. Novice Captain.

Deal with these disobedient natives, kill them as they should, don't be so merciful. There are so many excellent, obedient and sensible players in so many parallel worlds waiting for you to choose.

For example, I got a very good collaborator this time. ”

The attackers let out laughter.

With a wave of his left hand, the quicksand chains that bound Mason dissipated, sending the young man to the ground, and the first thing Mason did when he landed was to pull open his left sleeve to reveal his tattoo to prove his identity.

The guy on the other side made the same move.

But his tattoo was noticeably more complete than Mason's, and the devil's reflection had already appeared with wings, and only the head was completely complete.

"You're a B-Class?"

Mason immediately changed his tone of respect, and bowed to the man in front of him.

The latter obviously enjoyed this kind of respect, Shi Shiran nodded and reported to his family and said:

"His Excellency the Great Mentor Swordsman of the Stars Society is directly under the B-level pioneer team 'Six-Headed Snake', I am the captain, you can call me 'Sandstorm'."

"My code name is 'Three-Headed Dog.'"

Mason said the nickname he was given by the lord without any psychological barrier, he glanced at the "peer" opposite, coughed, and said:

"Our K-Team is Mr. Hunter's direct development team. It's still in beta, so stay in this A-tier world to complete the test of the big shots. ”

"Mr. Hunter's direct team? No wonder such a dangerous place arises. ”

Mr. Sandstorm's voice suddenly raised an arc.

He looked Mason up and down in amazement, and then coughed, as if the last of his anger had completely dissipated, replaced by a strange "pity".

stepped forward and patted Mason on the shoulder, and said in a sincere tone:

"I can only wish you the best of luck, friend, you newcomer may not yet know what it means to be a vassal of Mr. Hunter. But now, I have to ask you to leave my mission grounds.

You can continue to move around Gotham City, but don't get involved in what happens next. ”

"Of course, I apologize for the trouble Team K has caused you."

Mason said in a sincere tone, and dragged the unconscious Grayson into the car after Mr. Sandstorm let go of Nightwing.

Before leaving, Mason looked at his companion who had disappeared into the wind and sand.

He said:

"It may be a bit presumptuous, but I wonder how many squads of our organization are in this world? The task given to us by Mr. Hunter requires us to stay here for a long time, so I would like to know more.

The main thing is to avoid such an embarrassing thing next time. ”

"It's not a secret in the circle of B-class members, but in theory you shouldn't know about it, but since you're a vassal of Mr. Hunter, it doesn't hurt to tell you."

A gust of wind and sand stayed beside Mason, and Mr. Sandstorm said in a brief tone:

"There are four teams operating at the same time, including the Six-Headed Snake Squad. In North America, we are the only one, Europe is one, Asia is one, and the rest are flexible.

However, we will all evacuate this world after this operation, and I advise you to ask Mr. Hunter to leave temporarily.

Three-headed dog, trust me!

You won't wonder what's going on here. ”

"Thanks for the reminder, Mr. Sandstorm."

Mason waved at the dissipating wind and sand:

"I'll apologize for the interruption tonight when I get back to the Star Castle!"

The last wisps of sand quickly dissipated in front of the young man's eyes, and after using his character card to confirm that he did not have any surveillance-type forces left on him, Mason started the flying motorcycle.

He quietly left the hopeless Arkham Asylum with the unconscious Nightwing, and Mason's heart was still pounding wildly when the two disappeared into the night.

The Assassins' Alliance's "Advent Day" plan is actually a collaboration with the Stellar Society!

They are aided by a Pioneer team led by B-Class personnel, and there are three other teams operating simultaneously throughout the world.

Combined with the various signs that Mason learned from Mr. Potter's diary before the end of the world struck, it was not difficult for him to guess what these four high-level teams were going to do in this world!

Damn it!

This isn't a minor disaster in Gotham at all.

This is a worldwide crisis!

It's a big deal.

Mason, who had just used his identity to extract information, thought so, but the best thing was that only he knew the secret now.

A few minutes later, as he descended from the sky, he saw Gotham City at night, and the roaring Wayne Building.

A flaming bat symbol is burning above the iconic buildings of Gotham, like a sign of chaos, a provocation and a claim to sovereignty.

The League of Assassins has already begun to act, and perhaps the destruction of Gotham is tomorrow.

But Mason was now bothered to care about the fate of the city beneath his feet, and another more important and troublesome problem lay before him, what should he do in the face of such a state of affairs?

Do you risk exposure and tell Batman what you've discovered? This state of affairs is estimated to be the entire Justice League, right?

As for whether or not to help the Stars.

Are you kidding!

I'm going to wash my name if I strayed into the black riot organization again!

The act of risking a message alone must be considered an underground worker who infiltrates the enemy, right? You can also brush up on a wave of Justice League favorability by the way.

Is this still a choice?

(End of chapter)