Arriving in a strange world, without a map, evading a powerful organization, and finding a new grave of an old man as quickly as possible sounds like a hellish task.

But it's not so difficult for a trailblazer like Mason.

Collecting information is the basic skill of their profession, and as long as the means of information gathering are high enough, it is a matter of minutes to find a high-ranking dead person in the whole world.

"Smack"

The lock on the back door of the seat of the grassroots administration in the small city near the landing coast was easily opened, and Mason withdrew the dwarf saber he had used to pick the lock, pushed the door open and walked in, turning back and whistling.

Harley and Quinn, who had been watching him outside, immediately changed positions, and the cuties, who had changed into ordinary clothes, wandered around the streets with their dogs, guarding the way for Mr. K, who was preparing to conduct a sneak spy, and the invisibility cloak that had not appeared for a long time was draped on his body, so that Mason had gone into hiding when he slipped into the governing body.

Speaking of invisibility cloaks.

It's a piece of equipment you've acquired for the first adventure, but it's still as useful as it is in this late game.

Especially after the Scriber and Enchanter applied new enchantments and inscriptions to the cloak, greatly reducing the unstable effect of Active Breaking, and strengthening its aura blocking and magical defenses, Mason was able to wear the cloak again.

He quietly walked into the municipal administration of this small city, which was clearly the governing point of the council at the grassroots level in this world.

Sneaking inside, you see a large council logo printed on the wall, and the staff in formal attire are not much different from the official structures of the rest of the world.

However, it may be that the situation is not very stable, and there are guards in important areas, but it is completely unrealistic to expect these fighters who have only been reinforced at the beginning to be able to hold off the captain.

He slipped into the communication room with great ease, adding a little spice to the attendant's coffee to make the latter fall asleep quickly, and then used his fingerprints and clearance to enter the council's office network.

It only took a few tens of seconds for him to get information including the address of the Council's official headquarters, contact information, the organizational structure of the world, and the standing defense force, but these were not enough, he still needed to dig deeper.

Next, we will look for more information on the database that should be hacked into the council.

Although he is not a hacker, with Barbara's words and deeds by his side, Mason also has a certain amount of technical reserves in this regard, and this kind of trivial matter does not need him to do it himself.

The captain pulled a data cable from his watch to connect to the main network node, and when the data transfer module was activated, he said:

"Morbius, do me a favor."

"The invasion begins, please wait."

The electronic sound of the mechanical chair remained whispered, and as the lights on the watch flickered, the progress of the intrusion and the decrypted important documents were projected on the computer in front of them.

Soon, however, the mechanical chair gave a warning:

"The important databases of the council are equipped with security protocols, judging from the data signals, they should be connected to the Skynet hub, and under the guidelines of covert operations, too much information cannot be mined through such a low-privilege node, otherwise it will alarm the inspection procedures."

"Expected."

Mason nodded and said:

"Then don't dig up the database, connect to the network of the arbitral tribunal in the main network and look for monitoring programs.

From what I know of Fury, he's going to be secretly spying on senior members of the council, and I don't think he's going to leave that data to his AI to keep.

This is the way spies act, and there will always be persecution paranoia for people who no one can trust and want to control the whole situation. ”

At Mason's instructions, Morbius immediately changed the retrieval mode, and after thirty seconds of waiting, it replied:

"Found it! A collection program hidden in the main network information culvert, as you might expect, this data network is directly connected to the arbitral tribunal, and it is listed separately and does not accept Skynet's data protection, but the information has been deleted a lot, and the last time it was enabled was seven days ago. ”

"Copy data."

Mason glanced at the time and said:

"Take it back and analyze it slowly, and by the way, help me and the cuties register their official identities that will not be suspected in the main network, book a private jet, and fly directly to the city where the council headquarters is located in 20 minutes."

"Wait a minute."

Morbius hummed, and ten seconds later responded:

"Your plane is already waiting at the local airport, Your Excellency Marlene Frost, the Governor's Special Envoy from Garden World XUT-78, you will be taking your two Frost Ladies to the Council Headquarters for tomorrow's World Meeting, where you will be accommodated in the Envoy's Residence, three blocks from the Headquarters."

"Thank you, Your Excellency Assistant to the Special Envoy."

Mason replied politely, unplugged the data cable and cleaned up all traces of himself, and before leaving, he patted the communication room staff who was lying on the table and snoring and fishing.

Twenty-five minutes later, on the take-off private aircraft, Mason, who was sitting by the window, had already begun to analyze the surveillance data he had obtained.

As he expected, the bastard A, who had been monitoring the upper echelons of the council, had been spying on the upper echelons of the council, but the captain didn't care about the overly personal information.

He just called up the movements of these high-level personnel in the past few days, and at the same time sketched them on the electronic map at hand, and it only took him a few minutes to find the information he needed.

"Early this morning, two-thirds of all the people under surveillance were in the same location at the same time, and this is a cemetery located outside the city.

So, it should be a memorial service for someone important.

Old A's final destination is here!

Three feet of loess buries all ambitions, and the cold tombstone commemorates a lifetime of honor and disgrace, woohoo, may Mother Earth forgive you for your foolishness. ”

Mason projected the map in front of him and zoomed in, dotted on the place where the roots and lines of the tree intersected, set the destination like a navigation, and was sitting under the Mobius chair under the ass to plan the best route for Mason very professionally.

"Are you really going there? Little sweetheart. ”

Harley, who was behind Mason and helped the little cutie pinch her back, said with some worry:

"I suspect those villains must have laid some tricks there, or maybe it's a trap there, and the evil bastard Doom is waiting for you to throw yourself into the net.

I can guess that a person with such a sense of ritual as you will not miss the worship of Lao A. ”

"If they have the spare time to prepare a trap for outsiders who don't know when they will appear, then I can only say that these guys are too idle."

Mason pursed his lips, picked up the tea that Quinn had brewed at hand, and said:

"In this situation, all their energy and resources should be used to save themselves, that is, the Endstar Project, every minute and every second is very important to them.

We're going to be fine, trust me.

And to confirm if Old A is really dead, it means a lot to me and the rest of the Quint Society, Morbius, is there any news about Doom's search? ”

He took a sip of tea and asked, and the mechanical chair replied:

"No, except for some gossip that doesn't need attention, there is no valuable information related to the Divine Monarch Doom retrieved from the network of this world.

Their network here is managed by the Skynet hub, and there is obvious information filtering.

Not only Doom, but there is also very little high-level information about the Council of Hope, but the machine has found other information that the first passenger may be interested in, such as this one. ”

The Mobius chair projected some of the extracted information briefings in front of Mason and Hallie's eyes, all of which were communications plucked from the Council's internal network.

After a few glances, Mason sat up straight, stared at the information briefing rolling in front of him, rubbed his chin and said:

"There are 'rebels' here too? And they started to be active on a large scale half a month ago, at the end of the Fourth Shock, and it seems that our fusion plan has not only inspired the Marginal World to rebel against the Council, but the news of the victory has also destabilized the core of the organization.

Tsk, to be able to do so much work under the nose of the arbitral tribunal, it seems that the rebels here are a bit of a doorway.

But this may also be because after the end of the fourth shock, all of Lao A's attention was attracted to me, so that these secretly brewing rebellions were not immediately suppressed.

That's a good thing.

Mark it, Morbius.

By making them a backup plan, maybe we can get some intelligence help from them. By the way, where are all my brothers now? ”

He asked, and the next moment the projection switched to world map mode, and the nine red dots were marked out, almost causing the tea in Mason's mouth to squirt.

Boy!

It's only been less than an hour since the separation, and the farthest gatherers have slipped into East Africa? How fast are your legs and feet? Is this the displacement velocity practiced by daily chemical mining?

It's terrifying.

"It seems that Sweetheart really doesn't plan to cause a devastating incident in this world, and Harley and I have brought a lot of large explosives."

Quinn walked up to Mason, took out a shovel from her bag, held it in her hand, crossed her waist and said:

"So you're going to dig up the grave next?"

"Be elegant, that's called tomb robbing!"

Hallie corrected in a serious way:

"This is the first time we've done this kind of work, as the pioneers of the Stars Society, the basic operation of tomb robbery and treasure hunting can only be carried out after the Stars Society is disbanded, ah, we are really unqualified pioneers."

"Remember to tap in a moment."

Mason took one look at his two cuties and said:

"Although Lao A is a bastard, after all, it is a big thing for people to die."

——

"Bang"

The sharp tip of the shovel broke through the newly buried dirt and hit the coffin, and Quinn, wielding the shovel, blinked and turned to whistle at Mason, who was standing at the tombstone in mourning.

By this time, night had been eight hours after they had entered the world.

Although you can come in advance, you still have to do this kind of thing at night.

Hallie will also take the dog very professionally to pretend to run at night to cover Quinn and Mason's actions, but this little cute thinking is really unusual for ordinary people, your disguised form is a little too bad, right?

Who do you see walking their dog to the cemetery?

Mason jumped out of the grave pit dug by Quinn, reached out and put two small devices into the crucified coffin, and a second after the microhydraulics activated, the ebony coffin was jacked open, revealing the old A lying inside.

His body had visibly been retracted.

The entire skull was sewn back from the bullet, and he was dressed in the official uniform of the Council, and the signature blindfold was also worn on his face, as if he had slept in it.

I don't know who gave him the body that he collected, and put a bouquet of flowers in this guy's staggered hands.

The pistol he used to commit suicide was also placed in the box and fixed to the corpse.

"Which loess doesn't bury people, not to mention that you finally died in your hometown, much happier than many people, you can rest in peace."

Mason spoke, using the extraction device to take some biological samples from the corpse, and then extracted a little bit of blood and put it in a different alchemy container for static analysis.

A few minutes later, it was Nick Fury.

Its various biometric characteristics are exactly the same as the samples that Mason secretly collected when he met Lao A for the first time in the afterlife bar.

In addition, there is no trace of the extraction of thoughts in the remaining tissues of the brain, so it can be determined that it is not hidden in the data or virtual space through the mental encoding.

He's really dead.

This result made Mason breathe a sigh of relief, and a big stone in his heart fell quietly, and he took one last look at Old A, and said softly:

"Thank you for helping us, even though it was only for the sake of profit, it would not have been possible without your early asylum K-team.

We're clear, bastard. ”

This goodbye made Mason feel like he had done something necessary and could finally focus all his energy on what was next.

But when he was about to jump into the grave, the hat on his head suddenly concave a blurred human face, reminding:

"There's something on him!"

"Huh?"

Mason turned back in surprise, and heard the old hat whisper:

"All the buttons of his outfit are enchanted, and it looks like a system for defending against attacks, but it should actually have another purpose.

Collect them, Mason, and try to put them together. ”

The captain took off the buttons on Fury's dress as prompted, closed the coffin again, and while Quinn hummed and re-covered the graveyard, Mason stood in front of the tombstone and completed the enchantment of the shiny button in his hand.

After the faint magic dissipated, the metal objects quickly changed shape and reassembled like building blocks, and a few minutes later, a combination key appeared in Mason's hand.

He let the key levitate in the palm of his hand, rubbed his chin and said:

"So it's strange that he's left something behind and doesn't plan to let anyone else know about it, it's not surprising that this thoughtful guy has this arrangement, but the question is who does he want to leave these things to?"

"It seems that he is sure that someone will come to 'open the coffin for an autopsy' after his death."

The hat whispered:

"Of all those associated with him, who has the spare time to open an old black coffin at the risk of being discovered in an absolutely secretive operation?

That's for you, Mason. ”

"Hush."

The captain pursed his lips, reached out and pinched the metal key, and said:

"Well, it's left for me, so the new question arises, we get the key, where do we go to use it? A door or a treasure chest. ”

"Here's the key to the locker, little sweetheart."

Harley led the dog and ran over, and after staring at the key for a few seconds, the cutie tilted her head and said to Mason:

"It's the kind of lockers in the old station, and I'm sure of that, Mr. J used to have a lot of these keys to hide some contraband.

Even in Gotham, it's the safest place to be, and no one pays attention to the lockers in the station that no one touches in decades.

Lo and behold, it has a number on it.

No. 2501.

Didn't the Mobius chair find the information before?

The Council's 'City of Hope' was built on the site of New York City, right? So I guess it's in a long-abandoned train station or subway station? ”

"You're so smart."

Mason leaned down and gnawed the cutie's face, and the latter puffed up his chest triumphantly to show that he was already smart.

The three men and three dogs who had just done something bad left the cemetery in the night, and an hour later, they returned to the envoy's mansion, where Mason took out what he had gotten from the locker.

A small pouch.

There was only one thing in it, a worn-out torn diary.

Mason picked it up with a frown, looked at the crooked handwriting on the cover of the diary, and behind him, Quinn read the meaning of the line:

"Rorschach. Diary? What is this? ”

(End of chapter)