After dark, the top floor of the Iceberg Bar is quite lively.

The new owner, Charles, is throwing a party here to welcome his "friends from afar" and introduce the bar's business and operation to the incoming "new manager" Jack Sparrow.

Speaking of which, the Kite Man has had a bit of a bad time since he took over Iceberg Bar.

Originally, the bar had been renovated and was about to open.

However, just as the renovation was completed, the Assassins' League attacked Gotham, leaving the bar in a "war damaged state" again, and now it had to be renovated.

And Captain Jack, who happened to be a new member of the K-Team, has a powerful talent of "super charisma", which is really unreasonable to use well.

Kite Man has no experience in management and management before, and now that he has money, he plans to take time out to fight a lawsuit with his ex-wife for the custody of his son.

As for Jack, he and his two female friends need time to adjust to modern life when they first arrive.

What's more, this is still in Gotham City, where the "folk customs are simple", and before the official mission, Mason felt that it was quite appropriate for the three of them to stay in the Iceberg Bar to manage logistics.

Dr. Hallie, who had been shopping with these "eighteenth-century friends" for a day today, and her best friend, Poison Ivy, were also holding a microphone and singing songs.

All were happy.

Including Mason, who is not here, is also very relaxed.

While the others were enjoying themselves, Mason was closing the door to the world in his office not far away, and he had just sent out the report he had written on the work of Team K.

The Stars Society is a super-large organization that spans countless parallel worlds, with an independent and mysterious postal system within it, which can transmit messages and even items across worlds.

However, this "organizational benefit" can only be used by the Platoon Leader.

After sending the letter, Mason didn't have any fun, but assembled his "new toy" in the kite man's office and took out a large one-man tall box from his suitcase.

Inside, a mechanical stand is placed the "Anti-Superman Armor" that Mason retrieved from the Batcave.

This thing is in tatters, apparently the master has not been repaired at all since the last "warm exchange" with Dachao, and its miserable posture can be sent directly to the museum.

Most of its functions had been broken, leaving only the general intact as well, and even the eyes of the heavy black mechanical helmet had a clear fist mark torn open.

From this scar, you can see how popular Batman and Superman's "first meeting" was before.

Mason first checked the damage of this suit with the rigor that an engineer should have, and after a preliminary inspection, the specific information label of this thing also popped up:

The prototype of the Bat Warframe Anti-Superman series

Quality: Epic Engineering/Forged Items, Craftsmanship

Traits: Severely Damaged, Super Defense, Super Brute Force, Thruster Flight, Super Precision Combat Support, Bat Fire Control System, Lethal Weapon Slot [Empty]

Maker: Bruce Wayne

Item description: Superman actually hurt a lot when he was hit by this thing, but he gritted his teeth and didn't say anything. ….

Note: The Warframe's power system and internal suspension system are relatively complete, the combat assistance and electronic fire control are not damaged, and the combat state can be restored after replacing the external armor and reloading the weapon.

Engineering Lv 3 is required to control this Warframe, and Engineering Lv5 is required to upgrade the Warframe further.

When he saw this hint, Mason raised an eyebrow, with his current engineering knowledge, he could already use this armor, but he had to fix it first.

Just look at the breakage of it and know it's a big job.

Mason thought for a moment, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and in the midst of the lights of Gotham City, he took out the retro flip phone given by Ah Fu, and dialed one of the numbers and put it to his ear.

More than ten seconds later, the phone was connected, and a deep voice sounded from the other side:

"Who?"

"Mr. Lucius, I'm Mason."

Mason wasted no time and got straight to the point:

"I want to talk to you about a deal that doesn't involve commercial issues, just a conversation between two engineers. I need a batch of fire control chips for some kind of smart individual weapon, and your lab has enough capacity to develop it.

Actually, all you need to do is modify and downgrade the fire control chip you're using on the Batmobile."

"Well, that's a very excessive request, Mason."

Mr. Lucius Fox across the phone was testing the effectiveness of industrial printers in a new secret base that had just been built.

He put the precision headphones in his ear and turned on the recording function, and while skillfully operating the complex equipment, he said:

"You're asking me to sell you the most advanced technology from Wayne Industries' military division, which hasn't even been put into production. But considering the personal relationship between you and the actual owner of this company, it's not impossible to talk about.

I haven't found a single weapon design that requires such a complex fire control chip, and I'm very interested in that.

So I wish we could meet.

I mean, I need to see the blueprints in your hand."

"No problem."

Mason nodded and said:

"But I have a small request. You can't reveal this blueprint to anyone else, but you can certainly load it as an experimental weapon on the Batsuit's weapon system.

In fact, in addition to this small fire control chip, I have some other needs in these high-tech fields, and it would be great if we could reach a long-term cooperation between the two engineers.

So be it.

In two hours, I will go to your home and bring the drawings and physical items of the smart pistol I have developed, and please bring what I need."

After making an agreement with them, Mason returned to his desk, took some special steel from his bag and began to shape it with magic fire.

The precision shaping of the flame manipulation to Lv2 frees him from the trouble of using molds, and he turns the faint magic ores from other worlds into some parts of firearms.

Soon, three quasar combat guns lacking fire control chips were assembled by Mason.

He glanced at the engineering proficiency tips three times, and after realizing that he hadn't upgraded yet, he relented and continued to make this advanced pistol and the matching magical engineering pistol cartridges. ….

Occasionally, I also rubbed a few upgraded versions of flying bombs to adjust them.

After obtaining the blueprints of the bat drone from the Batcave, the destructive power and movement mode of Mason's explosive gadget have also been effectively improved.

Finally, the moment the ninth quasar pistol was assembled, a prompt finally lit up in front of Mason's eyes:

Successfully completed a Superior Quality and Outstanding Process Engineering Creation Production, and increased Engineering Proficiency X40, currently at Lv4.

Engineering Bomb higher level branch blueprint unlocked.

Engineering support item blueprints are unlocked.

Character trait [Skilled Engineer] increased to [Gun Engineer: Increased crafting speed and finished product quality when crafting weapon engineering artifacts]

A whole pile of drawings jumped out of the translucent light curtain in front of Mason's eyes, especially those engineering aids, which dazzled Mason.

Among them, there are some quite unscientific "black technologies".

For example, the two that Mason is looking at carefully...

"'World Zoom and Shrinker,' and 'Gravity Well,'?"

The young man rubbed his chin and looked at the two things in front of him that were very unscientific in every sense of the word, and he was very interested, but after glancing at the manufacturing level, the lowest engineering level is required Lv5, and he calmed down.

He turned his attention to the anti-superman armor waiting to be transformed and repaired in front of him.

The increase in engineering level made a very bold idea pop into his mind, and Batman had already proven it with facts

A set of anti-superman armor can't deal with the super, so it's a failed design.

Maybe you should redesign it and make it to your own needs?

After all, it's the first set of mechanical armor that a 17-year-old can get at this stage of his life, so it's understandable to want to make it better and cooler, right?

The more he thought about it, the more it made sense, so he began to plan to make a set of drawings first.

After a few minutes, Mason put away the nine quasar pistols and a large pile of explosives and bullets of his own making, ready to finish his meeting with Mr. Lucius.

Although his engineering is all-encompassing, it is not without its shortcomings.

He had already noticed that his knowledge was lacking in the field of high-tech technology, and in fact, just by looking at the "World Amplifier" he had just unlocked, he knew that this magical knowledge did not conform to the physical laws of this world at all.

It's essentially a "magic technology".

It seems that in terms of chips and electronic systems, I really need to find some foreign aid "suppliers".

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While Mason was planning a major upgrade of his weapons and equipment, in the distant Star Castle, Mr. Hunter had just returned to his quaint and quiet office with his war knife when he saw the letters on the table at a glance.

This made the Grand Mentor raise an eyebrow.

There is no need to disguise himself as a man in the realm where he can be reassured, so Mr. Hunter has stripped off his cloak and mask.

While shaking his long silver hair, he picked up a handkerchief to wipe the blood stains on his blood-red sword. Judging by the drops of blood flowing from the blade, she must have just completed a dangerous hunt.

"Mason Cooper?"

Ms. Hunter picked up the letter on the table and squinted her eyes when she looked at it, she was a little unsure of why this guy wrote the letter, but when she opened it, she realized that it was actually a work report. ….

Divided into three parts in realistic writing, it carefully describes all of Team K's actions over the past month.

This includes the plundering of resources in the Caribbean world and the long-term persistence of calculations and plans, while fulfilling the duty of monitoring the base world, and the truthful description of the crisis in Gotham City and the world at large.

The final section details the contact between Team K and Team Six.

On the surface, there is nothing wrong with it.

It is a summary of the work of a low-level employee to the superior, the format of the writing is very standard, the words and sentences are also unpretentious, and the most rare thing is that the content is detailed and not watery at all.

But what kind of character is Lady Hunter?

Being able to make it all the way to the position of the three mentors of the Stars Society proves that she is not only strong in force, but also definitely not bad in mind, so after reading it for the first time, she felt that there was something in Mason's report.

After making herself a cup of coffee and taking off her boots and leaning back in her chair relaxedly, she read the report carefully.

Especially the second and third parts.

Soon, the Hunter Lady tasted it.

"On the surface, it was the captain of the Six-Headed Serpent Team, Sha Storm, who misjudged information in cooperation with the local natives, which led to an intelligence leak, which directly led to the annihilation of the four high-level development teams.

But in fact, Mason's report was very subtle in pointing out the key role played by Team K."

The Hunter Lady took a sip of the hot bitter coffee, rubbed her cheeks and thought:

"If you take a bold guess, you can come to the astonishing conclusion that it wasn't Sandstorm's indigenous partners who leaked the information, but probably Mason himself.

This little guy ruthlessly and cold-blooded sold the four high-level pioneers of the Star Society to the Justice League of his world, in exchange for him being able to enter the circle of the world's highest powers.

In particular, he describes in the last section how he helped Sandstorm escape.

It seems to clear the suspicion, but in fact, it tells me that he has a 'tail' for this matter, so is this actually asking me for my next move?

No!

It's not just that."

Ms. Hunter put down her work

Report.

She reached out and played with the ends of her hair, and after a few seconds of thought, she whispered:

"He's tempting me? Trying to confirm my identity through my reply, it seems that he already knows that Old K is not absolutely loyal to the Stars.

One more point."

She picked up Mason's work report again, and once again carefully read the details of Team K's operations in the Caribbean world, and unsurprisingly found important information that was only mentioned in a few words:

"Team K meets friends in the Caribbean?"

Ms. Hunter looked at the line, and she probably understood what Mason was trying to say.

They meet K's former "friend" in K's exclusive exploration world, and K's report to him about this before his last mission.

In other words, Mason already knew about the existence of the "Quint Society", and this guy was using this to test whether he was a member of the small organization hidden in the Stellar Society.

"Cunning little one!"

Lady Hunter snorted.

Annoyed, she crumpled the work report that the abacus beads were about to collapse into her face and threw it into the trash can next to her, she didn't really like to deal with these bastards who had eight hundred hearts and eyes in one eye. ….

But now she has to give Mason a reply.

It's a pity that the rookie didn't know that the strength of being "monitored" as a great mentor was far from being as simple as a C-class personnel like him.

He is far less free than he is.

Gotta find a way to stabilize him first.

After much deliberation, the Lady Hunter finally made a decision, opened the drawer, took out a piece of stationery, wrote a few strokes on it, and summoned the messenger of the Stars Society to send the reply letter.

She hadn't been idle after all of this, and since Mason had already told her the truth, there really should be a safe solution to this matter.

Thinking of the upcoming internal trade fair, Ms. Hunter quickly made a decision.

She closed her eyes and called out to her two companions in the link of her soul, and her tone turned to indifference:

"Swordsman! It's been a few days, and your subordinates have made such a big mess and you don't see you giving us an explanation? Is this intended to pretend that the loss of twenty-seven B-class personnel has not occurred?"

"Shut up! I'm looking it up!"

A slightly irritable woman's voice rang out and said:

"I don't need you to interfere."

"You? Survey? Don't make people laugh."

Mr. Hunter mercilessly sneered:

"Your brain and 'investigation, the word is completely at odds with each other, I think this matter should be left to the more shrewd' warlock, Your Excellency will deal with it."

"No time!"

Another gloomy male voice responded:

"You should know that important times are coming, and I don't have time to ask about such trivial matters."

"Is it a trivial matter to get a one-fifteenth one-time reimbursement for senior personnel? Although they are all cannon fodder in the hands of Your Excellency Destiny, they should not be wasted like this!"

Mr. Hunter scoffed at this, she took a sip of her coffee, and said:

"Let's meet, two. I've found some clues that there is a secret behind this matter, and it may involve the question of a traitor... That's right.

There are traitors in our organization!

Again.

It's like this will never stop."

On the other side, when Mason was contented with a box of miniature fire control chips and returned to the Iceberg Bar, the first thing he saw was the reply letter placed on the desk.

The signature is Mr. Hunter.

His heart suddenly lifted, he didn't expect that guy's reply to be so fast!

Mason picked up the envelope and opened it, expecting a lot in his heart.

He wondered how the mysterious Mr. Hunter would reply to him. Is she her friend or not? Or is the letter informing the execution team of the imminent sentencing?

Take this

At the thought of it, Mason looked at the paper.

There was no reply, no confirmation, no threats and reprimands.

There is only one word on the huge letterhead:

"Read"

From the light strokes of this word, Mason can even think of the malicious smile on the corner of Mr. Hunter's mouth when he wrote this word.

She understood and answered Mason's temptation, but she didn't answer at all.

"!"

Full of anticipation and feeling that he had been tricked, Mason tore up the letter in anger and threw it into the sky.

Yards!

Met an opponent.

This is a high-end game!.

Handsome dog Frank