Early the next morning, Mason, who yawned and had dark circles under his eyes, was not discharged from the hospital, but washed up directly, changed into a nurse's gown, and started his busy day in the clinic.

As he expected, after a riot in the League of Assassins, the surge in the number of wounded in Gotham City made Dr. Leslie's clinic "boom", and made Mason's first aid skills proficiency fly.

As he approached the end of the afternoon, Mason finally got the hint he was craving:

Successfully completed a Superior Craft First Aid Trauma Bandage, and the first aid skill proficiency has been increased by X20, currently at Lv4. Alchemy First Aid Bandage blueprint unlocked.

[Self-Injurious First Responder] trait changed to [Skilled First Responder: First Aid Craftsmanship will not be less complete than 'Excellent' Craft]

"Yo, you can leave work early today."

When he saw this prompt, Mason's slightly anxious mood was immediately soothed.

He moved his numb hands, smiled at Wendy, the little nurse beside him, and told her to complete the next first aid bandage.

Wendy, a cute little nurse who has been "studying" with Mason for the past few days, was blushed by Mason's handsome smile.

But one thing to say, Mason is really a good teacher.

Under his words and deeds, the little nurse's first aid skills are also rising, and today he was praised by Dr. Leslie, who was on patrol.

Ten minutes later, Mason, wearing a gray trench coat and carrying a suitcase, walked out of the clinic, he planned to go back to his small shop to start today's skill practice, and by the way, see how the two girls living in his shop were doing.

But as soon as he walked out of the clinic, he felt a light breeze blowing in his face, which made Mason feel slightly cold in the fresh rain.

He tightened his clothes and looked left and right, and soon saw a homeless man wrapped in tattered clothes waving to him in the corner across the street.

Mason didn't go over immediately, but made a cryptic gesture.

He walked towards Crime Alley as usual, as the Barrel had been half-collapsed due to the blasting of the two barrels here yesterday, and it would take several months to repair it at the level of Gotham Municipality.

But the neighborhood has been fenced off to prevent anyone from sneaking in and getting hurt.

Mason waited over the fence for a few minutes by the ruins of Crime Alley, and then saw the homeless man staggering over with his cart and belongings.

"There's Batman surveillance near my shop, you shouldn't be there!"

Mason was not polite, and said very directly:

"Because of your unprofessionalism, we were both exposed."

In the face of his accusations, the homeless man in tattered clothes raised his head to reveal a dejected dark face.

There were still terrible scars on his cheeks.

He looked at the expressionless young man in front of him, and thought that the status of the two of them talking between them in the Arkham Asylum two days ago was not like this!

At that time, Mason had to be cautiously flattered in front of him, but in just two days, the relationship between the two changed dramatically.

What a fucking reality!

The down-and-out Mr. Sandstorm complained fiercely in his heart.

But now the man had to bow his head under the eaves, and he could only pull his tattered clothes, and said in a dumb voice:

"I can't help it, three-headed dog, Mason, I've got nowhere to go. Damn Batman has eyeliner all over the city, you have no idea how I got over these two days.

It's a shame to be reduced to having to grab something with a bunch of homeless people.

But you don't seem surprised by my presence?

Your team members must have seen me shattered by The Flash, right? ”

"You're a B-class, Mr. Sandstorm."

Mason shook his head and said:

"Although I have only been in the industry for a short time, I also know that every peer who can grow to the B level cannot even have some life-saving skills. But you're so depressed now, I guess your team has."

"It's gone, it's gone."

A hint of loneliness and pain flashed across Mr. Sandstorm's swarthy face, and he clenched his fists and said:

"The biologist I spent so much time and effort recruiting is dead, and the ancient Titans that I bought with all my money have been blown out in the heart.

My lieutenant Storm chose to sacrifice himself to protect our secrets, and my best attacker, Hank, died at the hands of Superman.

In order to escape, I even blew up the Isu Bow that I had gotten in that goddamn Assassin world to kill a difficult Sage.

The Six-Headed Squad isn't a big warband, we're pioneers of the elite route, which means I've lost everything I could have in this world where I could get a foothold in the Stars. ”

"But you still have a reserve squad."

Mason raised his eyebrows and said:

"I remember you told me earlier that you were ready to include Damian Wayne in your reserve squad, and for a member as senior as you, the reserve squad should not be of bad quality, right?"

"Those bastards from my hometown are indeed talented, but they need to be grown."

Mr. Sandstorm sighed, leaned against the wall, took out a pack of cigarettes, and took out two.

He gave one to Mason but was politely refused, and he didn't care about picking it up himself, and then he saw Mason rub his fingers and make a magic fire to light for himself.

As the smoke rose, he explained to Mason, the newcomer, in the tone of a passer-by:

"The quest is more difficult than you think, Mason, and in that case only the brothers and sisters you've been with along the way are worth relying on.

You have to understand that our organization has a very cruel law of competition.

There is no binding relationship between the team members and the captain, which means that if your team members have bad intentions, if you are not sharp enough, you are likely to be buried by your own people.

This kind of story is updated three or four times a month in the tavern in the Star Castle.

So for newcomers like you, don't be busy recruiting those good players in various worlds, and understand the limits of your abilities.

Those dangerous elements who can't be controlled can be used, but they must not be trusted.

That's why I came to you for help. ”

He exhaled his smoke and said to Mason:

"I need to borrow your World Gate to go back to my base world, where I lick my wounds and prepare for a comeback."

"Of course, it's a piece of cake, and we should help each other."

Mason grinned.

He said:

"But my World Gate doesn't have the coordinates of your base world, and the number of coordinates that World Gate can record is limited. I've recorded four worlds, and there are only two empty slots left.

Team K also had a forced exploration mission a month later. ”

"I see what you mean, Mason."

Mr. Sandstorm shrugged his shoulders and said:

"If you want to be paid, just be direct, don't be so hypocritical. Don't worry, although my team is finished, I still have some treasures and will not let you help in vain.

You're on the shooter's route, right?

So this stuff might satisfy you. ”

He took something out of his trolley full of garbage and threw it to Mason, and the young man took it and looked at it, revealing that it was an intricate drawing of a firearm.

Surreal Gun Blueprints, Tech Pistols· DR12 "Quasar"

Quality: According to the craftsman's process, the lowest quality is [Excellent], and the highest quality is [Legend]

Traits: Charged Weapons, Bullet Adaptation, Super High Rate of Fire, Lethal Precision, Additional Tech Chip Slots

Item Description: This thing is found all over the place in a place called Night City.

The configuration of this drawing caught Mason's eye.

Although it is a pistol, the shape of this firearm is clearly in the "fantasy" style, and its most distinctive feature is its drum-like design, which is coupled into the rear of the gun to form a triangular grip.

The overall style is exactly Mason's favorite kind of industrial simplicity, and most importantly, he has also been to Night City, albeit in a different way.

It's nice to be reborn and see something familiar again.

"This stuff is good."

Mason exclaimed:

"Your loot?"

"Well, it's the 'dividends' I got from the cooperative mission with the 'Afterlife' team in one world. What does the world say? It looks glamorous on the outside, but it is rotten, and it is not a pleasant place. ”

Mr. Sandstorm observed Mason's expression, and he was relieved to see the young man smile.

As the leader of a team that has just been destroyed, Mr. Sandstorm also encounters the same dilemma as Old K.

Even worse than the old K.

When Lao K was the most depressed, at least he had an incredible assassin's blade in his hand to defend himself.

He was nothing.

If Mason the Lion opens his mouth, Mr. Sandstorm will probably end up in a difficult situation of going into debt.

"I'm very interested in these hypertech products."

Mason put away the drawings and asked:

"Can you give me the coordinates of the world that can design this weapon?"

"I want to give it to you, Mason."

Mr. Sandstorm shook his head and said:

"But it's over. If you're interested, I can help you contact the captain of the 'afterlife' team when I get back, and that world was once their base world.

Maybe they'll have something like that in their hands.

Oh, by the way, they're also Mr. Hunter's direct squad, so maybe you'll get to know each other soon. ”

"Okay."

Mason was a little disappointed, but didn't say anything more.

He unleashed his scooter and tossed the cloak to Mr. Sandstorm and motioned for him to get into the car.

The two soon flew up the air to the top of the Iceberg Bar, which had not yet been re-received, and along the way, Mr. Sandstorm and Mason shared a lot of experience as captains.

To sum up, it is one hundred and eight ways to fight wits and courage with the team members with evil intentions.

Mason who listened to it felt a pain in his heart, and felt in his heart that if this Mr. Sandstorm was born in another country, he would definitely be a good hand in Gong Dou.

However, when he landed on the top floor of the iceberg bar, he finally couldn't help but ask:

"About our tattoos"

"Shh

As soon as this question was raised, Mr. Sandstorm glared at him fiercely, and he scolded:

"It's a topic that can't be said, Mason! You're a newcomer so you don't understand this taboo, but you should never discuss it with your peers no matter where you are.

Not everyone knows the truth about this tattoo as much as you and me. ”

As he spoke, he snapped his fingers, and a cloud of wind and sand surrounded his hands, and he looked at Mason with a meaningful look, and said:

"I just saw your flame. It seems that you are also a 'talent' person, and although everyone has tattoos, the one who can tap into the power of depth is a senior member of the Stellar Society.

Keep that in mind.

The Stars is not a good place to sing chants hand-in-hand, and for the sake of us getting along well, I warn you, Mason, that the use of this power is not gratuitous.

You have to 'please' it while it is watching you. ”

"Huh? Follow me? Still have to please? ”

Mason would have 10,000 question marks in his mind.

He didn't feel noticed, and he never had a premonition of what he would have to pay when using the fire, thanks to the help of the mysterious character card.

"Also, it's not a good idea to serve Mr. Hunter, who is notoriously mad."

Mr. Sandstorm saw Mason open the compartment to reveal the K-Team's world door, and he finally put his mind at ease, and in a relaxed tone, he said to Mason:

"There are five pioneer teams directly under each Grand Mentor, and the direct teams under Mr. Hunter are frequently replaced, and almost every action will be damaged.

Of course, this also has to do with the fact that Mr. Hunter is always willing to explore those hard-core worlds.

But if you can, Mason, you'd better find another future, and my 'Swordsman' is a good superior.

If you're interested, I can help you walk through the relationship.

Of course, you have to bear the cost of this connection. ”

"Let's talk about it."

Mason waved his hand, dismissive of the suggestion.

What good superiors can the stars have?

What a joke!

"Take out your captain's card."

Mr. Sandstorm pinched his fingers and pulled out a silver-textured captain's card.

He said something to Mason, and the young man suddenly hesitated as he pulled out his bronze card, and said:

"I feel a bit of a loss, just so blank and lost a world coordinate with infinite possibilities."

"Yards!"

Mr. Sandstorm cursed in his heart.

What he feared most happened anyway.

Although the rookie in front of him is a vegetable, there are a lot of stinky problems that the pioneers should have, and they learned to pluck the goose at a young age!

The worst thing is that he is so depressed now that he can only be slaughtered.

I'm annoyed!

"Hehe, how can you lose money? Look at what you said. ”

Mr. Sandstorm said with a grin on the surface:

"When I go back to my vassal base world, I will definitely get you better things, I'm your senior big brother, how can I disappoint the junior newcomer?

Don't worry.

When I have time to take a look around my vassal world, I will be hospitable.

Or may I take you on a tour of the Assassin world, where all sorts of goodies are abundant? I can get you some Isu armor or something like that, so you can defend yourself. ”

"I'm busy with the first mandatory task, so I don't have time to play."

Mason also said with a sad face:

"As you said, as Mr. Hunter's direct team, I don't think I will survive the first mission, alas, I can't be happy without something good to defend myself.

I wonder if there will be a kind person to help me? ”

The two men stood at the gates of the world and fell silent at the same time.

Mr. Sandstorm's swarthy face had a dead mother's expression, and as Mason watched expectantly, he gritted his teeth and took another drawing from his pocket and handed it over.

Say:

"Almost, Mason. This time, the four pioneer teams were completely wiped out in this world, and twenty-seven B-class personnel alone died! You still don't understand the gold content of this.

But I think instead of spending your time blackmailing me, you should hurry up and prepare for the inquiry. ”

"What you're persuading!"

Mason took the drawings and swiped his captain on the World Gate with a serious face, and then Mr. Sandstorm also stuck his captain on the door.

A fifth scale immediately appeared on the brass handle of the four-scale scale.

And Mr. Sandstorm, who was blackmailed, didn't want to say anything.

Twisting the handle and stuffing it into the power stone, opening the door and throwing a phone to Mason for communication, he jumped in, Mason watched him leave, and looked at the drawing in his hand the moment the door of the world closed.

To be precise, it should be the recipe:

Green Goblin's Super Serum

Quality: Depends on the crafter's alchemical craft.

Item Utility: Injecting serum according to the standard process will allow the injector to gain super strength, super speed, super stamina, super reflexes, and a certain amount of self-healing power.

This serum needs to be injected for a long time, otherwise it will be incapacitated.

The serum has serious side effects that can cause mental disorders in the user, and after multiple injections, a second personality is born.

Maker: Norman Osborne

Item description: If you are lonely, take this serum if you can accept that your second personality is likely to be smarter and more attractive than you.

"This is to yin me."

Mason looked at the drawings and sneered, and said:

"What a Sandstorm gentleman, I almost fooled you. It's so insincere to make friends, you deserve to be wiped out. ”

(End of chapter)