Star Castle, Mr. Hunter's office.

After running to deliver the transfer door component to Mason, only to find that the guy had secretly found a "new friend", Ciri was very unhappy and took off his mask and threw it on the table.

It's not that she's angry just because of this incident, but she suspects that the swordsman who was undead in the past may have taken advantage of her inattention.

As far as she knew, the forces behind the swordsman were fully capable of getting this kind of thing around the Star Castle, but the problem was that the swordsman's force was very xenophobic, almost to the point of "isolation".

Why would they take such a risk to help a little-known C-class Mason?

Could it be that Mason has a secret that he hasn't discovered?

And after making herself a cup of coffee to calm down, the hunter Ciri sitting in the chair thought about what Mason had just said about the Quint Society, and she suddenly realized that what the little bastard said that no one believed was not unreasonable.

I have indeed secretly caused a lot of stumbling blocks to the stars over the years, and those potential pioneer teams have been included in my direct subordinates, and after confirming that they are not saved, they will casually find a difficult world and throw it into it like garbage.

Only then did he spread the "terrifying legend" of his reckless disregard for human life in the Star Society.

However, after so many years, the pioneers she personally unearthed could survive only Anna's Ex team and the afterlife team, and at most Mason's K team.

This shows how bad the criteria for the stars to choose their members are.

However, the sabotage rights that Quint would give her seemed to be at that.

She did cut down many of the "bad branches" of the Stars Society as instructed, but she almost never touched the real core problems of the organization, and Old A kept herself patient, persuading herself to learn to accept the necessary sacrifices.

She had heard so many of these words that she had even spoken them out to persuade Mason, but Mason's unreasonable answer knocked her out like a hammer.

Yes!

Old A: What does their "great goal" have to do with themselves?

I joined them in the first place just to avenge my parents, why did I have to give up my main goal after more than ten years of lurking and serve their ideals instead?

"So is it possible that, like Mason wanted to say but didn't dare to say to my face, I was really just being treated as a puppet in the Stars Club with a position as a mentor?

Am I really irreplaceable? ”

Ciri asked herself at this moment.

She found that she couldn't get an answer, and that feeling was even worse than finding out that she really was a puppet.

She didn't bother if she didn't think about it, but Mason's little demon seemed to have opened a box in her mind, and she didn't dare to trust the people she used to call "companions" easily.

The most extreme she'd ever done to the Stars and other agencies was to wipe out a few legions of Cleaners or ambush a weak conqueror or two.

I used to think it was very valuable.

But less than two months after Team K joined, they did the same thing, and under this terrifying efficiency and foil, Ciri suddenly realized that he seemed to be fishing for the past ten years.

It's still the kind of fish that is "stocked", a typical boiled frog in warm water.

She put the cup on the table with some irritation, intending to take a shower and relax before the next round, but as soon as she got up, Mason's heart-to-heart question resurfaced in her mind:

If you just think differently but don't act, what is the purpose of the existence of this organization?

They do have the ability to do more.

"If the good people don't do things, the bad people come and fill those voids."

Ciri didn't remember where she heard it, but she got up from her chair and walked to the office window to look out at the world before her.

Mason had a sentence that stung her deeply.

He said that he finally knew why Old K was so miserable at the end of his life.

Ciri actually hid something and didn't tell Mason.

Regarding the catastrophe in the Caribbean world, when Old K received an order from the Stellar Society to spread the zombie virus in the Caribbean world, he also looked for Ciri to resist the mission, and Ciri finally convinced him that the organization needed him to lurk.

Ciri thought she had convinced him.

"Hiri, the hound."

The silver-haired huntress closed her eyes and whispered, then she took a deep breath and turned to the drawer and opened it, figuring out an old communication device that activated the special communication module.

A few seconds later, she said to the other end of the phone:

"Morgan, remember V's last offer? I thought about it and thought that there might be some truth to your idea, so let's do it now.

I'll be deploying an additional Portal mod for you over the next hour.

But you will have to complete the transfer of the two special D-class worlds that you have marked over the next three days, the worlds that you think are still alive but have been judged to be 'worthless'.

Remember!

This is your proposal! So don't complain about being tired, okay? ”

"Afterlife Squad received! Let's go. ”

Morgan Black Hand's voice came from it, somewhat with a hint of consternation, but when accepting the mission, the mercenary leader from the 2077 era asked curiously:

"Mr. Hunter, didn't you say before that this proposal was too risky and could lead to us being exposed? Why all of a sudden"

"It's nothing, it's just that there's suddenly an extra mod on hand, and it's a pity to dispose of it like this."

Glancing blankly at the magic pocket on the table, Hiri said:

"Give me a coordinate and I'll send the mod over.

By the way, Morgan, in your name, contact the captains of the three squads, 'Shield', 'Defender', and 'Punishment', and I'll be waiting for them in the Star Castle.

Just wait an hour!

I would also like to take this opportunity to see if they and us are all the way."

——

"Smack"

A box of goods was dropped from the darkness into the bilge of the Black Pearl, and in the midst of the noise a strange creature tried to crawl in through a tiny crack.

But he was like he had miscalculated.

It's like an adult trying to climb through a tunnel for children, but in the end he can only get stuck in it very awkwardly, like a monkey crushed under a mountain, only his left hand and head can move.

He sighed and cursed his bad luck in a low voice.

As if he had gotten used to the terrible situation, after he had been cursing and trying for several minutes and couldn't climb out or retreat, the guy got so excited that he activated a device in the dark.

With a "buzz", his whole body "fell apart", and the screaming head and half a word smashed into the cabin in the explosion-like splash of flesh and blood, and landed right at the feet of a person with two clicks.

The Courier blinked, and when he looked up, he saw Mason, dressed in Isu Vanguard armor, holding a cool-looking tech rifle and staring at him speechlessly.

The guy who had snuck into the Black Pearl decided to show his friendliness, so he tried to raise his remaining hand and said to Mason:

"Hi, hello."

"Hello, Wade."

Mason recognized the guy.

He carried the improved Widowmaker behind his back and crouched down to look at the "human stick" in front of him, hesitating to pick up his torn body.

Mason should do that.

But he didn't want to, because it was so disgusting.

This guy almost blew himself to pieces.

"Did Lord Swordsman ask you to deliver this mod for the Gate of Transfer?"

Mason quickly changed the subject, pretending that he had an eye ailment and had no physical debris covering the bilge, saying:

"Why don't you go through the front door? I've sent someone to wait for you at the gate of the world. ”

"How boring is it to walk through the main entrance?"

The guy with the black and red hood suddenly boasted triumphantly:

"I'm on a secret mission that can't be discovered by the baddies of the Stellar Society. Secret mission, do you understand? Confidentiality is the number one priority.

It's a pity that this conveyor belt has a problem again.

I knew that the brawny engineers at Fort of the Stars were so good that they had guaranteed that the accident rate had dropped below 15.24%.

I ended up hitting me every time and again, and if it hadn't worked a few more times, I'd have wondered if they were retaliating against me. Don't worry, I'll only need a few minutes to grow back.

Well, I can already feel my calves."

"Well, my God, this scene is really terrible."

Mason reached out and covered his eyes.

Rao is an alchemist has seen a lot of disgusting pictures, but the one in front of him really belongs to the kind that should be mosaic.

He couldn't stand the damn smell here, so he pulled out a good quality healing potion and poured it down on the A-class personnel under his feet to help him recover faster.

After a few minutes, the A-class who had finally "grown back", nicknamed "The Maniac", finally stood up, cheered, wiped the sweat that didn't exist, and swayed his crotch to make a lewd motion to make sure his parts were there, then turned to look at Mason, who was already there inspecting the components of the Transfer Gate.

He stepped forward, put his hand on Mason's shoulder, and said without hesitation:

"What are you capable of, man?"

"There's a part of the Isu bloodline, and I can make some things, and I can shoot quite accurately, but other than that, it's gone, I'm just a weak C-class after all."

Mason replied modestly and casually.

He'd be checking the integrity of the extra components used on the World Gate, and if someone else sent it, he wouldn't have to check it at all.

But since the delivery guy was this guy, Mason felt like he had to check at least three times.

But Mr. Wade was not satisfied with Mason's answer, and the white blindfold on his blood-stained crimson mask twisted into small and small eyes with his mood, and he blew his beard and glared:

"That's not what I'm asking, I mean uh, forget it, don't talk about that.

But I found out that something was not quite right with you, ordinary C-class personnel were genuinely terrified to see an A-class boss like me, and some enthusiastic C-class little sisters would even take the initiative to invite me to 'mentor' them.

Why are you so calm?

I'm still waiting for you to give me some gifts to get on good terms with me or something. In other words, if it weren't for this benefit, who would want to come and travel so far.

The swordsman promised me that you were a rich man, and that you were generous. ”

"Well, probably because I just saw an A-class officer die in front of me a few days ago, tsk, that old man died miserably."

Mason glanced at the grumbling guy next to him and said:

"It may be that I haven't come out of that shadow yet, so I have neglected you, Lord Wade, and I beg your pardon, gift. Of course I'm prepared, so how could I let you run for nothing?

Let me see, where did I put that thing?

That's one I picked carefully.

Oh, here it is! ”

Mason took out the "Cerberus Reward" from his bosom and tossed it up and down in his hand, and only he could see the Isu ghost Consus levitated beside Mason and dissuaded:

"Don't! Giving this thing to him would turn him into a monster, and he doesn't have Isu blood. ”

Mason just didn't hear it.

He casually threw the dangerous but mysterious biological mutager to Deadpool, who came to deliver something, and the latter smiled when he saw that it was beneficial.

That damn crimson mask, I don't know what's going on, turned into a crooked smile.

He whistled and took the thing in his hand, and the moment it was touched, the mutagen went viral, and a piece of alien gene was injected into Deadpool's already unstable gene sequence.

The latter screamed, took a few steps back, and fell to his knees.

As the dark fragment of Isu melted into his body, his appearance began to change violently, and in a low roar, within a few minutes, a four-meter-tall "big guy" with horns, hooves, and tail stood up in the cabin.

"This"

Consus, the Isu biologist next to Mason, was dumbfounded.

He exclaimed:

"This is too fast, isn't it? How loose should his genes be? Did this man build the blocks? Just give a little mutagenesis signal to mutate to this extent? ”

"Ahh How did I become a cow? ”

Deadpool was turned into a monster, but he didn't panic at all.

He didn't have the consciousness of being "plotted" at all, but tilted his head with interest to look at his hands and hooves and the tail dangling behind his back.

"It's a 'druid shapeshifter,' Lord Wade."

Mason stepped forward and grabbed his camera to capture this precious "test footage" and explained:

"While holding that Behemoth's Heart, you'll be randomly transformed into four legendary creatures, the Minotaur, Medusa, the Cyclops, and the Sphinx.

It's an artifact I've crafted.

The average person will die after using it once, but your special properties make it so powerful that you can use it an unlimited number of times.

If you're willing to take a little change, you can also unlock the more powerful 'Mythical Form' Cerberus for free! That is, the three-headed dog of hell.

Of course, this little surgery will have to wait until we finish this single job, and the next time we meet, I will do this little reconstructive surgery for you. ”

"Wow, that sounds cool, man, I love this shapeshifter! Just like the cool transformation belt that those weird guys found, while the posture and voice of the transformation were really shameful, I really wanted to give myself a whole one.

It's a pity that I haven't been able to find a way. ”

Deadpool, who turned into a Minotaur Minotaur, was more than four meters tall, and the cabin couldn't accommodate him at all, so he could only crouch in place, feel the sharp and huge horns and scream at Mason:

"You're so generous, I'll say good things to you when I go back, but how did this thing come back? It's cool, but I can't keep it.

Speaking of which, why did I suddenly want to go around Cyclops after becoming a minotaur?

Or any married woman whose husband is not at home."

He shook his head and crouched on the ground and learned to bark as the cow barked, and then saw Mason draw his rifle from his back and aim it at his heart, and said to him in a hissing charge:

"It's a bit of a hassle to get the heart of a giant beast out of your body.

Ordinary people will die if they do this, but you won't die, so I said that only a 'strange man' like you is worthy of this transformer."

You ready?

I'm going to shoot, it might hurt a little. ”

"Oh, that's it, then you're on point!"

Deadpool set up in place, revealing his heart to Mason, and the young man unceremoniously pulled the trigger and opened a hole in the chest of this Deadpool Minotaur with a bang.

The blood-stained Cerberus Bounty slammed to the ground and rolled to Mason's feet, and the huge corpse in front of him fell to the ground, bleeding as it quickly changed from monster form to human form.

After a few more minutes, Deadpool got up from the ground in good spirits.

There was still blood on his chest, but he was in good spirits, and he happily took the box containing the biomutagen from Mason's hand, and waved goodbye to him with a whistle, saying:

"I'm leaving, generous fellow, I'll say nice things to you in front of the professor, and we'll see you next time! I remember my little surgery, I'm still waiting.

Tsk, I can do so much with three heads.

It's exciting to think about."

With that, he activated the tattered teleportation belt on his suit again.

With a bang, the out-of-tune guy disappeared in place, leaving an arm in place as Mason's eyes twitched, and those five fingers were still twitching, the scene was simply too ghostly.

Then a crack in the black hole appeared, and the other hand reached out to pick up the arm he had left behind, and it disappeared with a whoosh.

"That guy."

The Isu ghost, hovering behind Mason's cloak, said with interest:

"With such a powerful self-healing power that has reached the realm of immortality, he is a perfect test subject."

"Yes, he is."

Mason pulled out a record board labeled the biological mutagenesis test from behind him, made a serial number of the photo he had just taken, and complained to Consus:

"This guy has been crazy for a long time, and it's hard for his brain to be interested in normal things, and if you want to fool him, you'll have to do some hard work.

I've put a recording device in the biomutager that will record Wade Wilson's biological data every time he uses it, and the next time we meet, the data needed to reproduce the experiment should be sufficient.

But are the Swordsman's subordinates all mutants?

Before Wade left, he said 'Professor' or something. ”

Mason rubbed his chin, and after a few seconds, he said with a subtle expression:

"Looks like I'm going to have to get my genes checked in depth when this is over."

"No need to check, my brother."

Consus levitated behind Mason and said:

"The Shroud has a complete biological information extraction function, and this carrier of yours is an ordinary human being, and when awakened, it has the characteristics of the triple helix DNA of Isu creatures."

"I used to think so."

Mason looked at his finger and said:

"But to be honest, I don't dare to be so sure now."