"I took it upon myself to kill a garrison of Cleaners, and if they don't trust me, then they should have thrown me out as cannon fodder to attract attention, or somehow got rid of me."

Mason looked back at the office with the door closed behind him, and he thought in the elevator:

"Despite being warned, the matter was gently picked up and put down, which meant that in her eyes, the garrison of the Cleaners might just be 'troublesome'.

So, 'Higher-level institutions, are there still our people?'

This is a mysterious figure with so much power that it can influence the decisions of the Cleaners, or cover up news of a rebellion in a certain world. Well, that's a reassuring fact.

It seems that after I strayed into the gang, I joined a very powerful organization of 25 Tsai."

Mason looked at the jumping elevator floors in front of him, and while he played with the little ooze monster jumping around in his palm, he whispered:

"However, Mr. Hunter's reaction also proves that she is most likely not the real person in charge of this Gquint Society, and there are more senior leaders above her.

So I now position myself as a horse boy's horse boy...

Ah, it always sounds like it's so cheap that you're going to be thrown out as cannon fodder at any moment."

He whispered, and when the elevator went down to the third floor, Mason took out the hourglass that Mr. Hunter had given him earlier, and only a small part of the quicksand above the hourglass was still passing with time.

When the sand leaked, he could see what he had been curious about.

About the "shock", about the "disaster", about the truth that others are afraid of.

What form will it take?

This made Mason, who was in a good mood to escape the punishment, couldn't help but think about it, but in the office he had just left, Mr. Hunter was not even in the mood to drink coffee.

She took off the mask from her face and threw it aside in annoyance, her long silver hair falling down and being casually pulled behind her ears.

She pulled open the drawer, pulled out a very old telecommunications device, pressed the button a few times, and tossed it aside.

A few minutes later, a letter was delivered to Mr. Hunter's desk via the "messenger" of the Stellar Society.

It was more like some kind of magic that caused the envelope to fall out of the air in front of Mr. Hunter's eyes and land right in her open hand, but instead of opening the letter, he placed it on the table.

After a few seconds, the envelope levitated, its paper twisted into a human mouth, and a man's muffled voice came out.

This is the "Rant Letter."

Originating from the "useful tips" in the magic system of the world of Hogwarts, the Star Society and its parent institutions still know how to make the most of it.

The letter says to the hunter:

"What the hell is going on? Why did this vicious attack happen all of a sudden? Or at this critical juncture, do you confirm that it was just an accident, and not your other two 'good colleagues, digging a hole for you?'

"Don't speculate on conspiracy theories, it's an accident."

Mr. Hunter shook his head and said:

"You'll have to send someone to that coordinate world to talk to Norman Osborne and get to the bottom of him. Judging from the description of the mission report submitted by my man, this man is quite capable. ….

Although it is not uncommon for the vassal world to send undercover agents to the inside of the Star Society, such a large-scale operation has been concealed for three years without being discovered, which is indeed worth paying attention to.

He obviously didn't do it alone.

According to the information brought by my people, when the coordinate world was invaded, they not only sent people to enter the Stars Society in reverse, but also some of them went to your side.

Gotta find them!

If you can, contact them to see if we can cooperate."

The envelope in front of her did not speak for a long time, and only after more than ten seconds did she speak faintly:

"You know it's risky, we're not as free here as you are, Hunter, I'm on my side

There are more than a dozen pairs of eyes staring at the toilet.

They can't wait to hide by the toilet and hand me paper when I need it..."

"Risk and trouble are your problem! It's not mine."

Mr. Hunter said unceremoniously:

"You pulled me into this damn little group, you gave me this heavy responsibility, I could have done it easily..."

"To die?"

The voice yawned and said:

"You know that if I hadn't saved you in the first place, you would have died with your parents in that meaningless and worthless rebellion, and if you don't thank you, you will actually deduct the black cauldron from me.

Hey, I didn't ask you to join the group, little hunter.

Okay, okay.

I know you've been under a lot of pressure lately, and I'm going to send someone to get in touch with Norman Osborne, okay? You don't have to meddle in this, I'll take care of it on the Legion of Cleaners.

It is not surprising that anything goes wrong at the time of the impact, and the surprise of a garrison on the periphery is nothing more than a line of numbers when the situation is summed up.

Anyway, the Mason Cooper who told you all this and hid it from you was 'old and new K,' How do you feel about this man? Can you be trusted?"

"It's okay."

Mr. Hunter was in a much better mood after "learning" Mason to throw his troubles to his superiors, and she took a sip from her coffee cup again, saying:

"I have brains, I have wrists, and what is even more commendable is that my mind is not bad, but I have a lot of eyes and eyes, and I am testing my bottom line inside and outside the words, you know, I'm not very good at dealing with such guys.

But you're having fun, why don't I get a chance to send him to you?"

"Forget it, not right now."

The voice said regretfully:

"Let's wait until this impact is over. There are several 'saviors here, and the pilot project is advancing at the same time, and if we're lucky, maybe we don't need to go to the end of the battle with them.

After all, in the end, everyone gathered together for the same purpose to make such a big mess.

Alright, I won't tell you, I have another meeting to start in a while, and another group of conquerors are about to join the ranks, and I have to check them out. I'll leave the three spy squads hidden in the Stars Club to you, okay?"

"Well, no problem."

Mr. Hunter put down his coffee cup and looked at Mason's mission report, and at the end of the conversation between the two, she suddenly said: ....

"Wait, I suddenly found out that there are some of your 'acquaintances' in these three squads, Black Widow Natasha and Phil Coulson, tsk, do you want special treatment?"

"It's just a space-time heterotop."

The voice said casually:

"Although they have the same name, the same past, and even the same looks, they are not the people I know well. You've been doing this for so long, haven't you gotten used to this kind of thing?

When I first started working on it, I broke three of myself with my own hands.

Your little brother Mason Cooper is probably going to have this kind of thing soon, phew, I'm really curious what he will do with himself in another plane?

Don't forget to tell me the results when the time comes."

With that, the envelope floating in front of Mr. Hunter's eyes turned into ashes and dissipated into the air as if it had spontaneously combusted without fire.

The man's words undoubtedly alerted Mr. Hunter, she rubbed her chin and thought about standing up and putting on her mask, and disappeared into the office with her coffee in a flash of silver light, and when she reappeared, she was already in the deepest part of the Great Library of the Ten Thousand Worlds in the Star Castle.

In front of me is a huge, rather steampunk-esque and quirky machine.

Mr. Hunter took the coffee cup, picked up a punch card and put it in the card slot, pulled the lever down, and as the white steam erupted from the blowhole, she said:

"Search all known alternate worlds to find the plane of the C-Class member of the Stellar Society' Mason Cooper

Heterotop, give me a table of the results."

The machine in front of me took the command and began to work at a rapid pace.

Amid the harsh sound of gears colliding and spinning, the machine also projected an extremely complex star map system, not just three-dimensional, but more like a special system formed by the entanglement of many phantoms.

Dots of light dance on it, representing worlds being traversed.

Nearly three minutes later, another hot punch card was spit out, and Mr. Hunter took it to a special machine next to it, put it inside, and converted the information it was carrying into words.

A few seconds later, a note was sent.

Mr. Hunter glanced at it in his hand, and spat out the coffee he had just put in his mouth with a pop.

"Mason Cooper's number of space-time ectopes is 0? He is the only one in the entire multiverse parallel world system! How is this possible?"

Mr. Hunter shouted in his heart.

She was speechless for a moment, shocked, and looked back at the strange machine behind her, which was said to have been dragged back from a place called the "Court of Life".

At the top of the Stellar Society, this thing is called the "Fate Machine", and it is said that it can predict the fate of all things in the world, and many important decisions can only be made with the help of the Fate Machine's advice.

After a few seconds, Mr. Hunter rubbed his head and complained:

"This can't break, right? But if it's not broken, I'll have to think about what I've brought into my command...

Mason's background seems to be much bigger than I thought."

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"Ahh

Mason, who was talking to the tech girl in 2077 in Judy's workshop, suddenly sneezed, he rubbed his nose and didn't care, and then took the photo of the communicator in his hand and said to Judy: ....

"How's this picture going? Actually, at first I was thinking about bringing his head back, but that would be too barbaric, and when that guy died, he would become quicksand, and nothing would be left."

Judy didn't answer.

She curled up on the couch and looked at the picture in Mason's hand with a complicated expression.

Mr. Sandstorm's complicated and frightened expression before he died was filmed, and I wonder if this bastard who once spread the zombie virus in Night City repented of all the dirty things he had done in the past when he died?

"Thank you, Mason, and Barbara."

Judy's eyes lit up with blue dots of light, indicating that she was sending the data from this photo to someone else, and she let out a sigh of relief and said:

"I really didn't expect you to be able to do this, and in that case, remember to help us get revenge."

"It's not a big deal."

Mason retracted the communicator and said:

"With your strength, it's easy to dispose of these debris, I just happened to be at the right time, so I don't have to worry too much, and I don't want to use these things to blackmail you."

"Mason, everything we need is ready."

Barbara walked out of Judy's workshop warehouse, holding a delicate silver-white biological containment tank, specially prepared for Selena's symbiote.

"Alright, let's leave."

Mason stood up and waved goodbye to Judy, leaving with Barbara.

But just as they were approaching the door, Judy suddenly received a certain message, and the dashing girl, who had tattoos all over her arms and neck, stood up and said:

"Wait, Mason, my captain said I wanted to meet you."

"Huh?"

Mason looked back in surprise and said:

"So fast? Didn't you just tell us that they were still on patrol missions in a dangerous prehistoric world while dealing with a bunch of dangerous guys?"

"They were there, but the captain said you had helped so much, and I couldn't thank you for it."

Judy flicked her distinctive long hair and explained

Arrive:

"Of course, it's not like you're really coming to meet as you think, it's just that with the help of the communication system of the Realms of the Star Castle, a data projection is projected here.

Wait a minute, I'll prepare the equipment.

Actually, if you can take a little bit of prosthetic modification, you can meet and talk in the improved version of Mewtwo, and I can create an environment that is comfortable for both of you."

"Fit some metal parts into your body?"

Mason pouted and said:

"Forget it, I'm not interested in these self-mutilating stuff."

Judy quickly pushes out a special device like a black drone from her bedroom, and when activated, a blue glow is projected.

On the ground right in front of Mason's eyes, the figure of a tall, muscular man was quickly weaved, and even the background of the wild forest in the area where the guy was located was woven together.

The man was about two meters tall, with a crisp pot lid and a South American half-breed complexion, leaning against a tree and smoking a burning cigar.

At his feet was a heavy kinetic shotgun large enough to allow a child's fist to stick into. ….

Behind him, a young man in a black cloak was practicing his knife skills with a long black knife, and farther away in the camp, where a girl was sitting and maintaining her sniper rifle.

"Mason Cooper?"

The man spoke:

"My name is Morgan, Morgan Black Hand, and the captain of the afterlife. Behind me are V and Panan, and Rogge is leading people to guard from a farther distance, please understand that we are on a mission and cannot thank you personally."

"Sandstorm is just a small person, it doesn't have to be."

Mason's gaze didn't linger on Morgan's black hand for too long, but kept staring at V, who was practicing his knife skills behind him, and after a few seconds, he finally couldn't help but ask:

"The famous V is actually a man? Didn't you say that it was a woman?"

"Huh?"

Mason's sudden question made the tough guy Morgan Black Hand stunned for a moment, he didn't know how to answer, he just thought it was a joke, so he shrugged his shoulders and ignored it.

Just said in a deep voice:

"It may seem like a gesture to you, but the demise of the Serpenta Squad means a lot to us Lost, and I'm sure the reservists in the afterlife will be happy about it.

You're our friend, Mason.

Judy's warehouse should have some spare weapons and devices, so don't be polite to us if you need them. There will be a chance to have a drink at our bar in the future.

I remember there seemed to be a magic lizard in Panan's garage, if you don't mind, then..."

"Morgan! They're here again!"

Morgan and Mason were interrupted by a distant shout belonging to an old aunt, and the tall man picked up the shotgun in his hand and turned it around, green fluorescent blood bursting behind him.

The communication hangs up.

At the moment when the light and shadow dissipated, Mason keenly captured a hideous figure emerging from obscurity.

"So, their mission this time is to banish the Predator?"

Mason looked back at Judy.

The technical officer of the afterlife team shrugged his shoulders and grinned:

"Ha, as you guessed, it's not your average Predator, it's a group of Predators and their queen guards hunting around in that vassal world, it's like crazy.

There are already seven low-level squads out there, otherwise it wouldn't be our turn to come forward."

"It's dangerous."

Mason rubbed the corners of his forehead, he looked at Judy in front of him, and said:

"But you just heard, your captain said he was going to send us a magic lizard, and I can't afford not to hear it. Where's that thing? Let me open my eyes."

"You can't use it if you don't have a brain plug-in."

Judy complained:

"That thing is a fully sentient war vehicle, don't tell me you're going to transform it into a backward hand-controlled vehicle? I'm not going to say yes!".

Handsome dog Frank