It's night when Mason returns to Gotham City.

He didn't go to the Bat Cave or the Afterlife Bar, and just showed up at the entrance to Crime Alley alone.

The former bombed-out place has been reshaped by the merging of the worlds, and is still as dim and ominous as ever, littered with garbage heaps emitting a foul smell.

And the dim street lamps turn on and off, giving the best cloak to the evil in the darkness.

But tonight's Crime Alley was very quiet, and it seemed to know that a terrible big man was going to cross here, so it drove away the little bastards who wanted to do something bad here.

That's a good thing.

The pistol that Mason kept holding in the alley didn't have to be pulled out.

How?

As a savior, can you ignore all the dangers of Gotham and walk swaggering in this dangerous place? After a while, a robber will come out and give you a shot.

It's Gotham, where anything is possible.

But there wasn't an eye-opener jumping out to brush up on the presence, and Mason's walk through Crime Alley went very well, and he walked out from the other side to see the Leslie Clinic, which was still lit up at night.

Dr. Leslie may have been working overtime there again, but her safety must have been ensured, because there was a haunted sheriff who would always quietly protect her.

Mason didn't know why he came here, maybe because he had finally achieved his long-held goal, which gave him the kind of "emptiness" described in various literary works.

After the Stars Club announced its disbandment, he suddenly found himself idle.

There is no need to make complicated plans, no need to check and fill in the gaps all the time, and no need to make endless filings for possible failures.

This made Mason, who was accustomed to this rhythm of life, a little at a loss for a while.

He could only follow the first thought that popped into his mind, like those old cadres who couldn't adapt to a leisurely life for a period of time after retirement.

"How did my little shop become like this?"

Mason stood outside his former shop across the dimly lit street, shocked to find that his shop had been reopened as a small pharmacy.

Of course, it is certainly not those strange alchemy products that are sold, but very regular daily medicines, which happen to be a perfect match for the Leslie Clinic across the street.

It's just a signboard.

The captain stared strangely at the sign of the small pharmacy in front of him, which prominently marked the name "Cooper First Aid Medicine", but Mason did not recall that he had authorized others to use his name.

Of course, it's also possible that the guy's new owner is also surnamed Cooper, which is not a rare name.

The captain shook his head, pulled up his trench coat and flicked his hat before leaving.

It's time to go to the Afterlife Bar, and with what you know about your companions and the team, they may have already started the celebration there.

I am willing to participate in it as a compliment to my actions all along, so that I can relax in a real sense.

But when Mason turned to leave, the door of the pharmacy behind him was suddenly pushed open, and the proprietress who was still sorting out the medicine with gloves rushed out, looking at Mason's back in front of him with a look of surprise and stunned.

After a few seconds, the proprietress called out in a trembling voice:

"Mason? Is that you? ”

"Huh?"

The captain turned his head in surprise and looked at the proprietress behind him, and then he showed a bright smile.

"It's you, little Wendy, I'll just say who came up with such a strange name, did you rent my previous shop? Not going to continue working as a nurse? ”

"I thought you weren't coming back."

The sight of the old man made the two of them very happy after a long time, and Wendy rushed to Mason and gave him a big hug, which made the captain shrug his shoulders.

But before he could speak, Wendy let go of him first, waved her hand and explained:

"I'm just too excited to see you again, and I don't mean anything else, don't get me wrong, I. I already have a boyfriend. ”

"Ah, what a pity."

Mason reached out to cover his face in a sad gesture, quipped:

"I'm going back to Gotham this time and I'm going to renew the front edge or something, after all, it was a little too ungraceful to say goodbye last time, I. Well? And so on."

The captain's keen perception allowed him to discover some "uniqueness" in the little nurse Wendy, he frowned and reached out to hold Wendy's fingers, and after taking off the gloves, he saw the scar on the back of her hand.

It wasn't an accidental wound from sorting out merchandise, and Mason was familiar with it.

He looked at Wendy, who was dodging with her head down in front of him, and said:

"It seems that you have also joined the street vigilantes on this point of no return, I really shouldn't have left you that midnight doctor's first aid manual at that time."

"No, it's not as scary as you think, I just occasionally walk around here, just like the cute girl who saved me before, and do what I can for the neighbors.

That's how I met my boyfriend, and who would have thought that there were so many more nightkin in the city than I thought before I entered the circle? ”

Wendy, who was called to break the secret, sighed, and said:

"I know a little bit about you from Dr. Leslie, and although she didn't say much, I can guess that you have a hidden identity as well, and that you're probably a big deal.

I just feel like I should learn from you and contribute to the city in the best way I can.

And for this shop, Dr. Leslie and Sheriff Gordon gave me some financial support, and they wanted to have more righteous organizations that could distribute medical supplies to people in the neighborhood, and I thought it was a meaningful cause.

Wow, what a beautiful ring. ”

Little Wendy saw the ring on Mason's finger.

She blinked, her heart was a little sour, after all, the sunny big boy in front of her was the first person in her life to be tempted. But that's all in the past, and the lives of the two are like intersecting threads, and after a meeting, they drift apart.

With a smile on her face, she asked:

"Are you married?"

"Not yet, it's just a confirmed relationship."

The captain did not hide it, he stroked the ring on his finger and said with a smile:

"She's just died, but it's okay, I've got plenty of time to wait for her to come back to me."

“？？？”

Mason's sentence directly gave the little nurse a straight fix.

Although she did join the street hero industry, she is only a rookie after all, and she really can't understand the exciting personal lives of the big guys and the strange state they are in when they deal with death.

Because she really didn't know what to say, Wendy could only say the embarrassing word "festival mourning" for a long time, which made Mason laugh.

The two chatted for a while, and Mason also gave Wendy some drug formulas that could be made by ordinary people to help her personal career get better.

A few minutes later, a young man on a motorcycle appeared on the side of the road, and Wendy urged:

"Okay, okay, I'm relieved to know you're back, but it's time for you to go now, Mason, my boyfriend is going to be jealous again when he sees me so close to someone as handsome as you.

I don't want to fight with him again. ”

"If he dares to treat you badly, call me."

Mason put his phone number on a piece of paper and put it in Wendy's hand, squeezed his eyes and said:

"I'll give you a phone call and thousands of people beat him up, and give my assistant Miss Nurse out of anger. Well, I won't bother much, and sometimes I'll come back in the future and bring my two fiancées with me. ”

"Fiancée? Or two? ”

Wendy is down again.

She watched Mason disappear into the darkness of Crime Alley, her big eyes filled with great doubts.

He just said his girlfriend just died, right?

Why do you still have two fiancées?

So, is Mason, who is an innocent young man in her eyes, actually play so much?

"Hey, man!"

The little nurse shook her fist at the sky, but there was also a hint of relief in her sweet smile when she turned around to greet her boyfriend.

Now that everything is fine with the people you had been thinking about in the past, it's time for you to start again.

"Bang"

Mason's collar was dragged by his arms and slammed against the wall of Crime Alley, and Harley and Quinn stared at him viciously, Harley holding a dinner knife in her hand and Quinn holding a folded body bag.

"Tell me honestly! Who is that pretty girl? Why is she holding you? Why did you give her the phone number? ”

Harley asked fiercely:

"Little sweetheart, you're not good!"

"Maybe Mr. K thinks that there will be a second time when there is a first time in Ciri's affairs, or maybe he thinks that we have given him too much freedom to allow a fourth girl to break into his life."

Quinn said trivially:

"Maybe we should give him a little surprise, gouge out that pretty girl's heart and make breakfast or something, and drop some proton bombs in the pharmacy named after the little sweetheart.

I think that's enough to teach Mr. K a little lesson. ”

"Hey, you're enough, Wendy is just a friend of mine in the past, and you two saved her once before."

Mason sighed, and then hugged them one by one at the screams of the two crazy beauties, and walked towards the black coupe parked at the mouth of the alley like two cute dolls.

Morbius is addicted to transformation, and he was still a white supercar before.

"Smack"

Harley and Quinn were thrown into the car, and Mason sat in with him, snapping his fingers at the illuminated bridge and saying:

"Go to the afterlife bar, has the celebration begins?"

"They've already drunk, and by the time Hallie and Quinn were about to run out for you, Lady Kassandra had already drunk several of them with her wounds.

Nobody cares about your feelings at all, poor first passenger. ”

Morbius started the sports car and slid into the busy street in a smooth movement, and he sarcastically said to Mason:

"Maybe it's better to send you directly to the nearest hotel than to attend the celebration party, and Hallie has already started to undress you, isn't she?"

"Smack"

Five fingers slapped on Hallie's buttocks, and Mason scolded:

"Be nice, I have something to do tonight, and I'll talk about it when I'm done."

"Whew"

With eyes like water, Harley, who was facing a peach blossom, responded obediently, and asked for a kiss in the arms of the little sweetheart, and Quinn next to her also did the same.

But just as the three of them were enjoying the rare peace, the shrill roar of the locomotive sounded from behind the Mobius sports car, which was driving autonomously.

With the glare of light, several heavy locomotives surrounded Mason's car from all sides, trapping Mason's car in it, and one guy reached out and knocked on the glass, gesturing for Mason to pull over.

"Lethal Weapon Module Activated! The particle gyroscope cannon is activated, and the proton torpedo is ready to be fired! ”

Morbius's indifferent chime sounded from the bridge, and on the battle projection floating in front of Mason's eyes, the bastards had been pinpointed, and a look or command was enough to kill them on the spot.

"Stop."

Mason recognized the comer.

Although the latter all wear black helmets, there are always some coquettish gestures carved into their bones, especially the Harley-Davidson under the crotch of the biker who takes the lead.

Just by looking at the appearance, Mason knew who it was.

A few seconds later, the black coupe slid into an unmanned ramp and stopped at a section with no street lights.

The door opened, and Mason stepped out of it, wiping the lipstick marks on his cheeks with a handkerchief, and said to the fourteen tall, short, thin, male and female motorcyclists who stopped in front of him:

"I thought you were all eaten by Uncle Swallow, and I was going to send someone to save you, but I didn't expect you to really run out."

"So you bastard would love us dead, right?"

The leader of the motorcyclists reached out and took off his fully covered black helmet, revealing a middle-aged man's handsome and vicissitudes of life, with blond hair draped behind his head, and a scruffy beard that looked very uncle-like.

He stared at Mason viciously.

He stepped forward very unhappily and stretched out his hand to hammer Mason's chest, and then stretched out his hand in front of Mason's eyes, staring at him with melancholy eyes like a lover, and said:

"Let's get acquainted again, Johnny Blazer."

Mason looked the man up and down.

It's hard to associate this guy with the crazy Johnny Skull from before, but the locomotive doesn't lie.

So he reached out and shook Johnny's hand as well.

The thirteen bikers behind Johnny also took off their helmets, revealing faces of different skin tones but all vicissitudes, especially the female knight, Lady Ariandra Jones.

The female rider's human form is really hot and charming.

It's as chic and sophisticated as a western cowgirl, especially in a cycling tight leather jacket that outlines the perfect and flattering leg contour and puts on boots

Gee.

Probably noticing Mason's gaze, the female knight, who was leaning against her heavy motorcycle and bowing her head to light a cigarette, raised her head, shook her short hair in a dashing manner, and spat out a heart-shaped smoke ring at Mason.

Wow, a big sister who is so sassy and flirtatious.

But then when he sensed that Hallie was getting out of the car with a baseball bat, Mason immediately withdrew his gaze, looked at Johnny in front of him, and said seriously:

"So, the first thing you did when you were freed was to run and kidnap me?"

"Just saying hi to you, don't think about it."

Johnny Blazer shook his head, he looked rational and steady in his human form, he hugged his helmet and said:

"We're not going to the feast, and although they've invited us, vengeful spirits are still a problem.

While the absence of Mephisto means that we and them are free, the fate of being a ghost rider has only entered a new phase and has not been completely erased.

We have to find a new way to relate to our other self, and until then, we shouldn't be involved in this world.

And there's another important thing to tell you about tonight. ”

The biker took a step back, grabbed a flaming pact in his hand, and waved it at Mason, then tucked his helmet under his arm and slammed his hands.

With a tear, the evil spirit contract was torn open.

"Your actions in Hell destroyed the foundations there and almost buried us all inside, which is a very serious mistake, and according to the rules of the Evil Spirit Knights, you have been expelled! Apprentice. ”

Brother Johnny snorted, waved the scattered ash points in his hand, and said:

"I won't take back the demonization that has been given to you, but there is no place for you on the future Ghost Rider genealogy."

"It's a good feeling."

The captain laughed and said:

"I'm still worried about how to deal with this, I was going to find someone to reason with you if you are unreasonable, but I didn't expect it to go well.

Hallie, talk to Ms. Jones about your contract. ”

"But I don't want to give up!"

Harley, who was chewing gum on a baseball bat, said aggrievedly:

"I think it's cool to turn into a flaming sultry skeleton, I don't resist that future, okay, don't look at me with this look, I'm not good yet?"

She pouted and picked up her baseball bat and walked towards the angry female knight in front of her, while Johnny finished talking and shared a cigarette, and then whispered to Mason in a cloud of mist:

"Mephisto is dead."

"That's right, he is in the hands of Uncle Tun, I saw it with my own eyes, and his bones were scattered."

"Nope! What you see is fake death, and Mephisto actually died forty-five minutes ago, at the hands of Old A, and Old A also died.

He committed suicide. ”

"Huh?!"

(End of chapter)