"Can you do it? Why don't I come?"

A small half of the collapse of the entire defense system was destroyed, and the bat cave was miserable like a post-war ruin, with a large amount of fear and poison gas remaining.

Mason looked at the third-generation Robin Tim Drake, who had a blue nose and swollen face, and was pouring blood tonic and vitality potion into his mouth, changed into a red Robin suit and climbed into the bat fighter with difficulty.

The young man was a little unbearable and said:

"You should be lying down in that Kryptonian healing pod now, Bane broke at least five of your ribs, and I didn't even have to look at it to know your organs were bruised.

There are also symptoms of a mild concussion."

"You're not familiar with batfighter maneuvering, so it's hard to get out of the airspace that the Assassins are defending around Gotham as quickly as possible, and I can't continue fighting, so it's useless to stay here."

The third generation of Robin struggled to fasten the seat belt on his body, and in the process, he grinned at the pain of the wound.

However, Mason's blood tonic extracted from alchemy was so powerful that it soon made Tim's beaten eye swell. While skillfully opening the various procedures of the Bat fighter, he said to Mason:

"I'll be in Central City in an hour at most to re-establish contact with the Justice League, and then the communications will be transferred to the backup bat network, and you will be kept informed of the situation.

Arkham, please."

"In your case, I'm really afraid that you will die halfway, Robin's profession is really fatal."

Mason shook his head, took a high-grade blood tonic from the potion belt on his chest that had been diluted tenfold with unicorn blood and alchemy extraction, and threw it to Tim, saying:

"I can't hold it anymore, so I drink it."

Tim didn't turn down the offer.

He took the silver potion that looked unusual and even shimmered in the dimness, placed it in the card slot of the fighter's console, and finally confirmed the route with Alfred, and quickly rose into the air under the gaze of the others, passing through the waterfall used for disguise on the outside of the bat cave and disappearing into the night sky.

"How's Grayson doing?"

Mason retracted his gaze and glanced at the Krypton treatment chamber, where Selena was manipulating the medical device that looked very sophisticated, and Old Ah Fu, who had just changed his clothes and returned to the role of "Butler", shook his head and said:

"He's probably going to be absent from the next step to support Master Wayne's operation."

"No!"

Mason said decisively:

"There are few people, and it's hard to do it without a lot of help. I owe it to you Bat Family!"

He complained and looked very distressed, and handed the second potion mixed with the blood of the unicorn to Ah Fu, saying:

"Give him a drink, it's a weakened version of the potion that Bruce Wayne drank, it will allow him to recover quickly and improve his physical fitness or something.

Nightwing was beaten like this by Bane, and it's a shame to say it."

Alfred squinted at Mason, and after a few seconds the old butler said quietly:

"There's clearly something wrong with your perception of supervillains, Mason. Bane is already quite a powerful character in the world, and the fact that Master Dick has been able to fight him for so long shows that his time in Bloomhaven has not been wasted."

"Okay."

Mason was obviously a little unimpressed, and still felt that Da Shao was very dissatisfied.

He walked out of the cave to find the mud face who helped him in the middle of the way to complete the previous agreement, and before leaving, he suddenly whispered to Alfred:

"See that kid bear tied up over there?"

"Hmm."

Old Ah Fu nodded, and said indifferently:

"A juvenile war criminal, clearly misled by the radical ideas of the Assassin League, it is hard to imagine the mentality of those Assasin who would train such a child to be a killing machine.

He must undergo professional psychological correction before it is possible to return to the state of a normal person.

And with him tonight

Perhaps we should send him to Arkham Asylum for the damage caused by the Bat Cave, this child is a threat to anyone.

He deserves a single room."

"You're pretty accurate about that little madman."

Mason coughed with a smile, put his hand on the shoulder of Alfred, who was full of seriousness, and said:

"His name is Damien, Damien El Gul, or... Damian Wayne."

"Huh?"

Alfred's expression changed suddenly.

The excellent demeanor of the butler, who has always had the standard English gentleman's style, instantly broke through the defense, he looked at Mason in disbelief, the latter nodded to him, and said seriously:

"That's right, he's the only bloodline Bruce Wayne has had so far, and it's the product of Batman's friendship with Iceberg's sister, Lady Talia, when he was a student in the League of Assassins.

I've heard some gossip that Talia stole Batman's genes and raised Damian in the lab, but I personally prefer that this child is indeed a forbidden product of a twisted love.

Otherwise, it can't explain why his character is like this.

The good news is that the Wayne family has a queen.

The bad news is that you're probably busy for the next few years.

In addition to taking care of Batman, I also have to take care of a little madman who is a threat to anyone and should be locked up in Arkham Asylum."

"These are two pieces of good news!"

Old Ah Fu grinned.

The original distress and anger in my heart for the destruction of the Bat Cave were transformed into the joy and satisfaction of my lifelong wish to come true tonight.

This old man, whom Thomas Wayne regarded as his real family and raised Bruce Wayne with one hand, was pessimistic after Catwoman ran away from marriage and thought that his young master might not have any offspring in his life.

The Wayne family's centuries-old bloodline will be severed in a few decades.

But unexpected surprises often come so suddenly.

In his heart, the obsession of persuading Bruce to give up his Batman career and honestly become a playboy who drinks all day, and then find a good woman to marry and have children suddenly dissipated, and was replaced by another obsession that was rising again.

Bruce Wayne, Batman's fetish, probably can't be changed in his life.

To put it simply, since Young Master Wayne is hopeless, let him go.

And now that you are old, it may be time to start a new and more important business in the manor that you have served all your life and have regarded as "home".

But old Ah Fu quickly became entangled again.

He looked at Damian, who was tied to the platform by Catwoman and fell unconscious, then looked at Mason, and said:

"Master Damian is clearly in need of professional mental reassurance, and perhaps I should order a batch of medicines from you right now that are specifically designed to heal the mind and have no side effects.

Also, Ms. Selena told me that this child has been soaked in an evil pool for many years and has some magical influences, maybe you can...

Hmm."

The old butler looked Mason up and down, and finally issued an invitation:

"Perhaps you can become a member of the Wayne family's personal physician corps, and become our personal alchemist who is in charge of Master Damian's health?

The salary package is completely negotiable."

"Personally, I don't want my career tied to the Wayne family, but I'd love to have a little drug tester, but I think you'd better make a deal with this little madman first."

Mason sighed in his heart that any person in the Wayne family was so "close to hundreds of millions", and shook his head and said:

"It will not be easy to convince him to change the twisted values that have been completely molded by the King of Assassins."

"I've spent two-thirds of my life taking care of a man who is ten times harder to deal with than Master Damian."...

Alfred smiled and said:

"I don't think it's a problem for me. Hmm, yes

Young Master Mian needs a new room, maybe a small pet for him, and a loyal little mastiff may be a good choice."

"Maybe you can prepare a cow."

Mason advises:

"Look for a cow with a bat-like pattern on it, and if it's okay, ask some superhero who is good at farm work to teach him how to milk cows to pass the time.

Although it sounds very unreliable.

But believe me, I saw in the eyes of this little madman his love for small animals.

Also, can you give me access to Batman's arsenal so I can pick out some weapon accessories for me?"

The young man took out the unseemly light sniper old K who had been broken in his bag, and with full regret and reluctance, he said:

"I knew before I came here that I would have to give something for this victory, but I didn't expect to sacrifice my favorite gun, which has accompanied me through those difficult days and nights, and has brought me confidence and warmth in desperate situations.

I may need a new weapon for the next battle before we start again."

"Of course, this request is reasonable."

Alfred nodded gentlemanly, but then he glanced at the half-collapsed bat cave and reminded:

"But all of the weapons that Master Wayne has stored in the Batcave are non-lethal, which doesn't seem to fit your fighting style?"

"No, they can be deadly."

Mason shook his head, took out his engineering toolbox from his bag, and followed Ah Fu to the location of the arsenal, he whispered:

"It only takes a little 'makeover' to make Batman's 'good weapons' vicious again, and luckily I'm pretty good at that."

Soon, under Ah Fu's special permission, the arsenal of the Batcave opened before Mason's eyes.

As soon as he walked inside, he could see a full inventory of various types of equipment, not only firearms, but also various explosives stored in different categories.

From emergency door breaking to building crashing, from the most conventional explosive fragments to high-precision E missiles, the most exaggerated thing is that the modular weapon accessories specially designed and produced by Wayne's industrial technology research and development department are full of several large boxes here.

Mason's eyes lit up when he saw these things, and he quickly stepped forward to open a crate, and took out a special black butt for the modification of firearms.

Info tab pops up:

Modular Firearm Modification Components

Quality: Sophisticated engineering articles and standard workmanship

Item Effects: The standard modular design of accessories allows users to assemble and modify standard weapons in a short period of time, and the special design also allows users to freely experiment according to their needs.

Maker: Wayne Industries Military Science and Technology R&D Department

Item description: This thing is like a building block, rookies can only use it to build houses, and experts can use it to assemble millennium falcon fleets.

Hint: Drawings are included. The use of modular components requires engineering Lv2.

"So it's time to play with the real technology?"

Mason moved his fingers, he looked at the several boxes of high-quality weapon components stacked around him, and for the Nth time in his heart, he felt that the old man was arrogant and at the same time had a very bold idea.

Maybe you can take this opportunity to upgrade all your guns?

The rest of Team K also needed more powerful weapons, and as the captain, he had to prepare for the long-term development of the team.

Anyway, the old man probably doesn't care about these accessories being consumed, and he can't use them up until the Year of the Monkey and the month of the Monkey when he uses them alone?

Let's help him "clear the inventory" yourself.

Thinking of this, Mason activated the blueprints of several of his different models of critical shotguns on the translucent light curtain in front of him, and began to try to modify them with his engineering knowledge of Lv3.

These weapons are "starter weapons" and have a simple structure, so it is not difficult to improve and strengthen them.

Plus Mason's "Take

The strengths and weaknesses of the various weapons of the old K's included in the "Instrument Library" have been marked, so Mason only needs to select and assemble them in the same way as he does to complete the transformation design.

While revising the drawings with his mind, he looked thoughtfully at the guns that had been changed beyond recognition, and realized that this might be the true essence of engineering.

After all, a good master engineer is certainly more than just making things according to fixed drawings.

Just like being reminded of the essence of alchemy by Catwoman-sama, perhaps he should add some "personal characteristics" to the weapons he makes?

"Well, I've felt that the crit cannon is very powerful in close quarters, but two bullets are really not enough, and the crit shotgun used for medium-range combat is inconvenient to carry and a little inaccurate.

As for a precisely calibrated crit shotgun, it would be a bit wasteful to have only a semi-automatic mode."

Mason stood in front of a pile of accessories, rubbing his chin and thinking:

"The most important thing is that the combat scenario of long-range sniping must also be taken into account, my skills in shooting from a distance of kilometers are enough, but my eyesight can't keep up, so before I can get a potion booster that can permanently enhance my vision, a necessary scope must also be assembled."

With that in mind, Mason took a few steps forward past the spare parts warehouse, and was pleasantly surprised to see that there was a small bullet production line deep in the arsenal of the Batcave.

This is a device specially designed to create special ammunition for the old man with a variety of different functions and non-fatal ammunition.

Mason had always wanted to get his hands on it, but he didn't have time to look for it. Well, now a trip to the Batcave has pretty much made up for what I'm missing.

He pulled out several cans of engineering gunpowder from his bag and placed an improved version of the explosive, commonly known as "goblin sapper gunpowder", into the equipment of the bullet production line.

The ammunition issue that has been plaguing Mason will also be resolved tonight.

After opening the bullet production line and automating production, Mason quickly returned to the component warehouse and began assembling the gun he wanted according to the drawings he had modified.

Although the old man, who was never short of money, made himself feel satisfied, Mason still had regrets.

As he thought before, this ordinary model of weapon is already a little unable to keep up with the battle scene between him and Team K, and it is okay to deal with humanoid creatures, but it is already a little powerless in the face of zombie magical beasts, not to mention that there will definitely be more powerful enemies in future exploration missions and otherworldly adventures.

If a blackened version of Superman appears in front of them, should they greet him with ordinary bullets?

I'm afraid it's not enough to tickle, right?

"The next stage of the engineering branch is to find more powerful weapon blueprints!"

Mason skillfully assembled the various accessories with both hands, and made up his mind to think:

"It's definitely not going to be easy, but the upcoming Stars Trading Day might be a good way to go, but it's to make sure Team K isn't exposed in this incident.

Alas, it's not easy to be a spy."