Thirty minutes later, Catwoman-sama walked briskly into the Batcave's arsenal.

She said to Mason, who was busy standing at the workbench:

"Your potion is as miraculous as ever, Grayson has woken up, and Ah Fu has adjusted the two Batmobiles. Bruce's side kept sending news that he had instigated tensions between the supervillains and the League of Assassins.

Arkham is about to descend into the chaos of civil war, and it's time for us to go."

"Wait a minute."

Mason didn't look back and said:

"I'll be fine right away."

"Click"

A few seconds later, a circlip snapped sounded, and Mason let go of his hands and moved his neck, picking up the pistol that had just been assembled on the workbench and throwing it to Catwoman behind him.

Master Selena took it in her hand and looked at it, and immediately frowned and said:

"What is this? It feels like a freak born after a revolver and a shotgun get too drunk and around at night."

"I think as the future housemother of the Wayne family, you should be strict and thoughtful in your words, you will teach bad children like this."

Mason complained.

He looked at the strangely shaped hand cannon in Catwoman's hand, and after a few seconds, the young man sighed and said:

"But I also have to admit that your spicy assessment is very reasonable."

The pistol in Catwoman's hand is clearly an "improved" version of the short-barreled crit cannon, or a modified version of the magic cannon.

Except for the same name, the two things are not the same anywhere at all.

The original loading structure of the shotgun was changed to a large revolver nest by Mason, and the construction of the double barrel was changed to a single barrel, and the short body was lengthened a bit, which made it look like a classic revolver.

But the problem is that the caliber is surprisingly large.

This thing is still made of single-headed bullets or large deer bullets, and the deterrent effect is undiminished, but the interior is extremely strange.

Fortunately, because the weapon accessories used by Batman are all inhuman, the excellent quality makes this theoretically almost unusable weapon a reality.

"It's too heavy to fit my style of hand-to-hand combat."

Selena lifted the "hand cannon" in a manner and made a few aiming movements, she handed it back to Mason with some regret, shook her head and said:

"I can see you've added a lot of ingenuity to it, but I need a lighter and more portable weapon."

"Yes, I'll do it for you later."

Mason was not disappointed, and easily ejected the gun's nest with a quick loader to load it with six cursed one-headed bullets, and then waved it casually, and returned to its place with a click.

Because of the use of standardized weapon modules, this black short-barreled crit cannon improved version is full of a square-headed and square-brain style, without the rounded feeling of the previous but with a touch of industrial minimalism.

Although the single barrel lacks the brutality of the previous double-chambered tube, this thing that is two turns larger than the average revolver is still intimidating in the hand.

If anyone pulls out a handful of this thing in a street shootout, they will definitely become the most beautiful boy in the crowd in an instant.

Mason doesn't hate this style.

He even added a Picatinny rail to the gun to allow it to be equipped with more tactical accessories, which has been enhanced to the top of the line in the jargon.

When Mason holds it, the information label also pops up instantly:

Improved version of the Short-barreled Crit Cannon

Quality: Excellent engineering items and outstanding workmanship

Weapon Traits: Critical Hit, Quick Reload, Modular, Durable

Maker: Mason Cooper

Item description: You don't have to be so careful with your initial weapon, right? The engineer who is idle and the egg hurts.

Tips: Successfully complete a Craft Engineering Item Crafting with an Engineering Skill Proficiency X40 Increase.

"I think it's actually pretty good."

Mason plugged his new sidegun in

In the weapon slot on the right side of his waist, he took out two modular black spears with the same square head and square head from the workbench behind him.

Like this short-barreled crit gun, the crit shotgun and crit shotgun have been reworked beyond recognition by Mason's whimsy, and have been fitted with some seemingly unrealistic tactical components to give them a "professional" feel.

Especially a precisely calibrated crit shotgun.

Mason equipped it with an advanced intelligent sight made by Wayne Industries' military R&D laboratory, which is enough to ensure that it can accurately detect the enemy at a distance of 2,000 meters.

However, it takes practice to use this sophisticated gadget, and Mason estimates that it will take some time to get used to its operation.

This time he didn't name the gun for the new work.

"Old K" is still his favorite eternal name for the gun, but Mason needs to get the "dream gun" he wants first.

He placed a square engineering silencer in the muzzle of a critical shotgun, put it in his bag, and carried the square-headed, square-headed, black box with a black box behind his back, and went to the bullet line to load several boxes of high-explosive and armor-piercing bullets into his bag.

Then he rubbed his chin and thought about it, and simply unceremoniously put the entire production line in the suitcase.

Catwoman who watched this scene shook her head again and again.

Lord Selena complained faintly:

"Can't you just change the woe to another man? You took Bruce's lab and Batmobile, ransacked his collection, and now even his arsenal."

"It doesn't make sense for you."

Mason kept taking explosives of various functions from the master's arsenal to fill his arsenal, and at the same time said with a sneer:

"Why didn't you say that I came with Team K to help with my life and death, and I didn't even ask for errand fees? Your boyfriend doesn't care about these small losses, so don't complain.

Man, who doesn't have a dream of soft rice for nothing?"

As he spoke, Mason tossed a combat belt filled with various combat accessories to Catwoman, saying:

"Get Grayson ready to go, we'll be on in five minutes."

With that, he walked out of the weapons room of the bat cave quickly, looked at Alfred who was busy in front of the bat computer with some emptiness, and then tiptoed out of the bat cave.

The fear gas on the road leading to the entrance had almost dissipated, and Mason pulled out a special reagent bottle to collect some samples of the fear gas enrichment on the ground.

When he appeared outside the devastated bat cave, a cloud of mud that had been in the water immediately "got up", converging in front of Mason's eyes into the blurred soft mud of his mud face.

"I did it, I promised you! The human bats have been driven away, and the Assasin who has been buried under the earth! I've offended those bastards for your request, and it's time for me to run away!

It's all your fault!"

Clayface roared angrily:

"It's time for you to keep your promise!"

"Why are you yelling so loudly?"

Mason wiped the mud that had been splashed on his face.

He glanced at the very emotionally unstable fellow, and with a flick of his hand, he released the Devil's Box from the suitcase and opened it in front of Clay Face.

The cursed aura of opulence and coldness formed by the stacking of entire boxes of devil's gold coins made the mighty supervillain take several steps back in horror.

He didn't expect that there were so many of such horror things in Mason's hands?

This young-looking guy must have been disguised by an old immortal evil wizard!

Absolutely!

Clay Face defined Mason in an instant.

"If necessary, I'd really like to give every guy in Gotham a shot in the body to make you stay where you belong."

Mason pointed to the Devil's Box and said:

"Stain your own blood and repent to it, and then take it

Return the cursed metal, and your curse will be lifted."

"Blood?"

Clay Face had transformed into two hands with mud and was ready to drop the cursed metal into the box, but froze when he heard Mason's words.

He thought for a few seconds before he snorted:

"Look at me now, where is the blood?"

"Well, pure ooze might do, too."

Mason looked at the guy in front of him who was made up of mud all over his body, and it was indeed a bit difficult for him to take out the blood, so the young man rubbed his chin and said:

"The purer the clay that comes from your body, not the things that you accumulate on yourself with water and dirt, the purer the clay, the better.

And don't think about returning your "blood" to the Devil's Chest and then getting it back.

That will only put you under a worse curse."

"Ah! Damn it! I hate this kind of business."

The grumpy mud face scolded again.

Mason couldn't read the mud face's expression in the flowing ooze, but it was certain that the request would be very distressing for the cursed supervillain.

Huge in size, he wriggled and pinched his muddy flowing fingers, mixing three drops of pure brown ooze in the cursed metal and throwing them into the devil's chest.

As the three golden mud bullets fell, there was a crisp sound, and the mud face suddenly felt a sense of relief in his incomparably painful spirit.

The cold power left him, and there was no longer a chattering phantom sound in his ears, and there were no more all kinds of terrifying pictures in the world in front of him.

It's as if my life, which is full of darkness and violence, has also received some kind of "forgiveness" at this moment.

"Freedom! I'm free!"

The guy howled and raised his hands to the sky, posing for a classic picture of the Shawshank redemption.

Imitation 99.9%!

It's said that Mudface was a very good horror movie actor before he turned into a monster, so it's no wonder that this guy occasionally makes some weird moves.

He howled in ecstasy, took a few steps back and looked at Mason warily, and then twisted his body as quickly as he turned himself into a strange man under the young man's gaze.

Except for the slightly dark complexion, it is almost exactly the same as an ordinary person, and even the clothes have changed.

He stared at Mason viciously and said:

"But I'm not going back to Arkham's hellish place, I'm leaving, don't chase after me, evil wizard! I've taken precautions, and your little tricks are useless to me."

"That's what we said before, Mudface."

Mason's hand rested on the crit cannon at his waist, and he said in a calm tone:

"You promised me that I would go back to the insane asylum to spend my sentence, and I thought that the villains in Gotham City would talk a little bit about the spirit of contract."

"I can change it, I can give you a condition that you can't refuse, and I know you'll accept it!"

Clay grinned, imitating the gesture of the godfather and even shaped a cat out of soft clay in his arms, this heavy cosmia raised his foot and stomped on the ground, and said in a sly and elongated voice:

"Let me tell you a secret, wizard. The League of Assassins sent a few of us to assist the berserk Bane, they also sent the walking corpse.

That's right, it's Solomon Grandi.

But the guy didn't show up at all.

He ran away!

And I heard him run away and say that he wanted to master the power of these zombies. You know, he was originally a resentful zombie who came back from the dead, and he was not afraid of the infection of the zombie virus.

You don't want to see you save Gotham and have to be ruined by a life-lobbing madman, right?

I can help you find him.

and even help you catch him to offset my sentence."

"Nice proposal."

Mason thought for a moment, pouted and said:

"As you wish, I accept the suggestion, but you better wait for Batman to come back and talk to Batman yourself, I'm not going to get involved. Good all the way, mud face."

"Huh. Hypocrisy."

Clay Face cursed, turned into a mess of mud and quickly disappeared into the damp ground.

After he left, Mason looked at the two undeformed bullets in the Devil's Box, took them out and reloaded them into the magazine, and glanced at the small lump of ooze that was huddled in the Devil's Gold Coin and shivering.

They are the "blood" of Clay Face, and naturally have the supernatural power of Clay Face to incarnate into mud, but they have been cut off from the main body due to curses.

They have become individuals.

However, this is obviously not enough to give birth to intelligence, but it doesn't matter, Mason has enough time to cultivate his own "ooze monster".

"I'm going to call you Kevin."

Mason stretched out his hand to the little ooze that was trembling in the devil's gold coin, causing it to "crawl" into his palm, and he stared at the thing, and said:

"It is said that the plague alchemist apprentices of the withering secret of Madroxus should have their own ooze assistants, so that you and I are complete, my little cutie."

"Hey! If you talk to yourself about a lump of mud again, I should consider whether or not I should book you a room in Arkham Asylum."

Catwoman's voice came from behind.

She said:

"We're leaving. The next step in Arkham is to be very dangerous, Mason, you can leave with the Kite Man if you don't want to participate.

I will not be hostile to you or despise you for this."

Selena moved her lips and said:

"After all, this is the Bat Family's business, and you guys are friends enough to help this step."

"No, of course I want to go."

Mason touched his suitcase and said:

"Look at how much 'reward' I have received, this is what I owe them, and I am uneasy not to repay the favor. Besides, aren't there still K-Team counterparts doing things?

Pure newcomers like us have to learn more from the big brothers and see how they lead to disaster.

I think it's definitely going to be good for us in our careers later on."

As he spoke, Mason brought the tattoo on his left arm close to the collar pin, and when the eye of the Helleye collar opened, he said to the other side:

"John, are you ready?"

"Wait!"

Konstantin's voice seemed to come from another world, and he said without lifting his spirits:

"I'll memorize these hellish lines first."