The headquarters city of the Council of Hope is called "City of Hope," which sounds like a sloppy name that takes a few seconds to make a decision.

Maybe the bastards want to put some hope for the world in their hearts, or maybe it's a trick to hide their evil intentions, but there's nothing particularly appealing to Mason about this city.

But there are still some characteristics about the city that the captain loves.

For example, it was built on the foundation of New York City, and although the Board of Trustees made drastic repairs to the above-ground part of the city to delineate different functional areas, the underground part of the city was ignored and remained in its original state.

In particular, the intricate sewers and the long-abandoned subway section are like the veins of a city hidden under the earth, which are connected to every corner of the city.

The premise is that you don't get lost in these complex labyrinthine underground tunnel systems, and if you have a map that is precise enough, these tunnels that used to mean danger and darkness can become your kingdom.

The good news is that Mason has the full map in mind.

Even better, the council didn't renovate the area, but only violently blew up some nodes, so that the captain didn't even need to fine-tune his bearings, and approached the area of the underground rebels marked by the tribunal fairly easily and quickly.

Judging by the surrounding environment, these rebels have been here for a long time.

This seems to indicate that the Council is in a state of "paralysis" in the cleanup of its headquarters, but considering the uneven quality of the rebels in various worlds, and the fact that this is still the nest of the Council, Mason is almost certain that it is not that the Council cannot eradicate these guys, but that they do not think it is necessary.

Rebelling under the nose of the headquarters is a rather unpromising career plan, and if this group of people is swept away with the force of thunder, sooner or later another group will set up another mountain.

It is better to leave them to supervise secretly, just like planting leeks and waiting for them to grow and sprout, and then swinging the sickle when the rise is gratifying.

"Captivity" is not a very clever strategy at any time, but it is very useful most of the time.

"Wang~"

The Amazon Warhound led by Harley sniffed east and west in the dark tunnel, followed by a deliberately suppressed hiss to show her owners the way forward.

While none of the Masons needed this primitive tracking method to help them lock on to their targets, the dogs should be encouraged rather than discouraged when they go back to their old jobs.

So the three men leading the three dogs followed the dogs' instructions and turned around the fork in the road ahead, as if they were trekking through a labyrinth that would never end.

Mason sees it as a relaxing hike.

He was in a happy mood and made a few jokes with Harley and Quinn from time to time, and said a few jokes, although it was not very subtle, but the two cuties still laughed back and forth very cooperatively, this scene was like a family with a strange relationship going out.

To be honest, after the stars will be overturned and the old devil will be dismissed, Mason's mental state has been maintained at a fairly good level, although this trip is the end, but in fact, it is more like fulfilling a wish in his heart.

The subsistence allowance that has been smoothly advanced to the end of the event has been eaten anyway, and no matter how you fight, it will be a victory, in this case, if a person has no pressure, what is the difference between it and carefree?

"What if we find them?"

Harley led her dog to carry her Isu artifact baseball bat, which glowed in the darkness and saved no torches or lighting fixtures.

She whispered a question to Mason, and as he walked, he assembled a delicate mother box device in his hand, and replied casually:

"Talk to them first, and see what kind of things this group of rebels are plotting, and if the old A, the chief arbitrator, can pay attention to it and order the conquerors to go out to suppress the bandits, I can guess that what these guys are planning must be beyond ordinary petty fights.

Launching a rebellion in the heart of an enemy sounds great, though without our strong involvement, the fate of these guys would likely have been pretty miserable.

But now is no time to tremble.

I'm just trying to get an insight into their ideas and plans and see if they can be used for us, and while the goal is clear, why not do something pleasant in this world of Dark Heart? ”

"That's what I said."

Quinn, who was wearing a black combat leather suit next to her, pursed her lips and said to her little sweetheart:

"But the rebels who took the two conquerors to find the weak chickens are afraid that they will be scared to death? Or, little sweetheart, are you planning to hand these two guys over as a vote? ”

"It's not impossible."

Mason glanced back at the vampire Batman and the white-clad Becca who were sitting in the Morbius chair behind him, the mechanical chair had changed its form into a "two-seater", and if it weren't for the fact that both of them were restrained to a weakened state in different ways, they would all look very comfortable at this time.

But there was a meaningful light in the captain's eyes.

He stared at the vampire Batman, whose blood-colored pupils had been dodging the captain's overly sharp gaze, a gesture that made Mason snort.

He said no more and continued with the two cuties.

It was still two hours before dawn.

Mason decided to settle the matter before dawn came, after all, there was business to do tomorrow, and the new identity assigned to him by the Mobius chair could freely enter the council headquarters, and the captain did not intend to miss this opportunity to go deep into the enemy camp to reconnoiter for himself.

The right is a souvenir at the last moment of a game, open the map that has not been opened, clear the branch lines that have not been cleared, and maybe you can get a few surprises or something.

"Ahead!"

In the darkness, the hat on Mason's head suddenly reminded:

"You're targeted."

"Well, I feel it, this feeling of being aimed at a gun always makes my hair stand on end."

Mason nodded, put the unfinished alien mother box in his hand back into his bag, moved his shoulders and pulled out the fate pistol on his waist, flicked his fingers to rotate the bullet nest, and then put the ordinary bullet into it with a quick loader, and returned the rotating bullet nest in the swing of the wind, and the next moment there was a glimmer of light beating on the pistol.

That means the Lucky Law is triggered, and the bullets are given at least three buffs.

This made the captain frown, and under the surprised gaze of Harley and Quinn and the two captives, he threw the nest out again, and changed the bullet again, this time the shimmer beat again still displeased Mason, so he turned on the reload for the third time, until there was no glimmer of light, he nodded in satisfaction.

"What is this doing?"

The white-clothed Becca couldn't help but sneer:

"Are you bastard doing some kind of evil witchcraft? Are you praying that your bullets will kill everyone here in one shot? ”

"No, quite the opposite."

Mason raised his pistol and aimed at the water perceived in the darkness, his finger on the trigger, and turned back to Becca to explain:

"I'm just afraid that if I accidentally kill someone if the power is too great, then it will be very difficult to cooperate again. It's also a hassle to be too well equipped, and a low-deterrent weapon is needed for a capturing mission like this.

So, whiteboard equipment actually has their wonderful uses. ”

"Bang"

The trigger was pulled, and the bullet was ejected.

With the blessing of quickly drawing the gun, the captain emptied six bullets in one second, and the blessing of the causal pistol made him not worry about missing the shot at all, but as a super marksman who had already reached Lv10 in the non-stop war, Mason still chose to play a trick.

Instead of locking onto the bullets accurately, the disarmed bullets flew into the dark tunnel guarded by the rebels in a random manner, and the six bullets hit the wall to startle the defenders, but before they could mock the man for being a blind carbino, the bullets that hit the wall went into "ricochet" mode.

The modified warhead's kinetic bullets can each bounce at least four times on different planes under Mason's miraculous marksmanship, which means that his six bullets instantly hit a volley of fire.

After the very pleasant twenty-four rounds of ricocheting like a storm, the tunnel in front of me had been cleared.

No one died.

But all the guys are lying on the ground covering their wrists, necks, cheeks, ears and other non-lethal places, and the paralyzing effect attached to the bullet head makes these guys unable to even cry out in pain and warning.

"Woohoo!"

All three dogs were let go of their reins, and two fierce Amazonian war hounds roared out, but Wick's dogs remained by Mason's side, uninterested in the battle in front of them.

This is also normal.

It's just an ordinary elegant, clingy, and timid golden retriever, not unlike the crazy warhounds of Luther and Luke that were bred to accompany the Amazonian warriors on their charges.

No matter how Luke and Luther lured him into joining the battlefield, or how he described how pleasant it was to bite off the neck of an enemy, the Golden Retriever would not choose to join in.

"Bring the dog back, don't really bite it to death."

In front of the screams of ghosts crying wolves in the tunnel, Mason said something to the two cuties.

Hallie whistled, and the two dogs rushed back very obediently, and by the way, they also took back a few blood-stained explosion remote controls and sent them to their masters.

"An explosive device planted in advance can blow up all the surrounding tunnels once it is activated."

Mason glanced at the detonator and said:

"It's quite exquisitely made, and it seems that the leaders of these rebels are also well-hidden, so such a fierce resistance shows that we are in the right place.

Either this is their home base, or they must have hidden something quite important here.

Walk.

Go inside and have a look. ”

The captain took the lead in entering it, and gave first aid to those unlucky people who were still bleeding so as not to study too much, and then it was obvious that this place had been reinforced by military-level armaments, and there were even quite advanced defense robots patrolling here, although the place was not big, but several doors were locked by mechanical devices.

After a few minutes of cleaning, Mason quickly opened one of them, and the underground warehouse was filled with a variety of individual weapons and a huge amount of explosives.

This is the Resistance's arsenal!

Even the explosives that were found in front of them could plunge one-fifth of Hope City into flames when used properly, and these guys hiding in the sewers really wanted to do something big!

Either they plan to seize power by force, or they plan to drag the city to their death.

Although the methods were a bit rude, the fact that they were able to achieve this point was a testament to the unending determination of the rebels and the council, which was also quite satisfactory to the Captain.

Being able to get so much contraband in the core of the council is a testament to the fact that these guys do have some skills.

With the same goal and ability confirmed, such a collaborator was exactly what Mason needed when he came to the enemy camp alone, and he walked out of the warehouse to the captured group of rebels, and without saying anything to them, he just took their communication devices.

It's multi-encrypted and can only maintain a single line of contact, but Mason's eyes are completely inadequate.

After a simple modification with the help of the Möbius chair, the two wires were connected, and then the captain activated the communication, waiting for the rebels to respond to the online response with the sound of a beep of connection.

After four consecutive calls, the communication was finally connected when the fifth busy signal was about to hang up.

A fuzzy optical projection appeared, and a guy sitting in the dark appeared in front of Mason's eyes, and he said in a hoarse tone:

"Who is Your Excellency?"

"It's not the council's dogleg anyway."

Mason leaned against the box containing the explosives and said to the man in front of him:

"Let's meet, right here, we can talk.

I'm interested in getting involved in what you're going to do, and I don't think I've shown my sincerity by not hurting your people, or touching your things, let alone reporting you.

Your Excellency the rebel. ”

The captain waved his finger, and the Möbius chair immediately activated some kind of pixel fixing process, so that the blurry image in front of him was optimized frame by frame.

But the other party is obviously not easy to match, the last layer of visual blur and disappearance cannot be solved, but a certain feature exposed in front of him is enough for Mason to grasp the identity of the other party.

He stared at the silent guy in the dark, whose projection was repaired to reveal the other's head that was also shiny in the dark.

Big bald head!

This characteristic alone is enough to infer a lot of things.

After all, although many men are worried about hair loss, it is still rare for someone to be bald and so stylish and to form such a force under the nose of the council.

"We have nothing in common with you."

The man was silent for a few seconds and then replied:

"What you want to discuss with us is too important for a hasty meeting until mutual trust has been established, so I refuse.

If you really want to cooperate with us further, please show your sincerity once again and release my subordinates, right? They are very brave and elite warriors, and their lives should not be wasted in a conflict without a cause.

When my subordinates return to the organization, I will reach out to you. ”

"Okay, Luther."

Mason waved his hand and said in a kind way:

"I'll do it, okay? There are countless worlds where you have the same shortcomings, such as not trusting others is not a good habit. ”

"Huh?"

Luthor, the leader of the rebels, whose name had been screamed, apparently paused in the darkness, and a second later, the lights were turned on, and it would be unseemly to pretend to be a ghost when his identity had already been revealed.

The light swayed down, allowing Mason to see the other man's face clearly.

Compared to the two Luthers in the Neo-Doomsday Legion, the one in front of him was noticeably older.

He sat in a wheelchair and still had a cane in his hand, although he no longer had the sharpness of his youth, but the calmness and wisdom brought by the years still gave this guy an awe-inspiring momentum that could not be ignored.

In addition to this, Mason also noticed that this Luthor had a wordless elegance in his gestures, which was very different from the other Luther's style of advocating simplicity and efficiency.

He stare at Mason with his cane, and said:

"Your Excellency, please wait there, and I'll be there at once."

After saying that, the communication hung up.

Mason tossed the communicator aside, stretched and moved as he walked to the tunnel outside the arsenal and said to Harley and Quinn:

"Stay here, I'll be back in a moment. This decisive Luthor has already set his sights on murder, and it seems that I will have to survive the killer he sent to meet him.

And I already know his identity, he will definitely send the most powerful people.

Alas, I knew that dealing with this bald head would always be so tiring. ”

(End of chapter)