25. The trick to victory is to have more friends and fewer enemies
Three days later, late at night, the captain stood in front of a coordinate in the run-down old town outside Hope City and lowered his head to light a cigarette, and a large group of Masons gathered here chattering about what would happen next, while the MΓΆbius chair hovered next to it and reflected the beating on the mechanical armrest for 20 minutes.
The rift in the Doujie that is scheduled to appear will open when this timestamp arrives, and it will be the last uncharted area that the Mason family will set foot in this ruined universe.
The Masons are in great spirits.
Probably because after following Mason for so long, everyone finally "got a room", and after capturing the Stark Seat in the second sequence, which is now renamed the "Family", they finally don't have to commit to the small suitcase factory of the main body.
Everyone had an entire deck at their disposal, and with enough tireless Mark armors and autodroids working hard, just over three days was enough time for them to build a prototype of the headquarters ship of the Star Sea Manufacturing Group, and use this as a base to complete the preparation of strategic materials for the final battle.
"You said we'd be here, why do you have to bring a pesky little oil bottle?"
The engineer complained to Mason, who was smoking, unhappily:
"Have you figured it out, we're his enemies! We killed him as an adult! Aren't you afraid that at some point he will suddenly crawl over and strangle you with his mechanical tentacles? β
The guy was talking about little Blenia who glowed blue in the dark, and the little one was standing outside the crowd playing with Hallie's two dogs.
The happy light that danced on the face dotted with energy diffractors was not at all as gloomy as Lao Bu, as if he was an innocent child.
Ordinary dogs must not dare to approach such a strange guy, but the two Amazon war hounds were probably influenced by their own hostess, causing their nerves to be unusually thick, and they played very well with Xiaobu, and even took the initiative to run over with a detonator to let Xiaobu throw it out, and then they cooperated with the remote detonation.
Uh, shouldn't it be a frisbee?
Why are these two mad dogs playing around with detonators in their mouths? Is this a plan to turn your Glory Dog into a one-off anti-tank dog?
"Old Luther had to come to the fortress, he said that we helped the rebels, and he had nothing to repay but let Xiaobu follow us in the doomed dangerous operation."
Mason flicked his cigarette ash and said to the skewed engineer next to him:
"I think this arrangement is very good, this guy is much better than ours in the adaptation of the main power armor of the universe, just bring a genius child who is the pilot of a bipedal robot, and he can be sent to crack a program or something at a critical moment.
How?
Are you not satisfied with this arrangement? β
"Hey, what's wrong with me?"
The engineer rolled his eyes and said:
"Anyway, you already have the supreme arsenal, and you no longer need physical power armor to carry around and can meet the needs of both regular and unconventional combat preparations.
It's just a pity that that power armor is about to give birth to a machine soul.,Maybe it's still a girl's soul.,Machine Niang.,Who can refuse a super machine girl who can smash the moon with her hands? β
"Go, go, you mechanical pervert, stay away from me!"
Mason kicked the still insane Engineer away, drove him away and began to think about the next steps, only to have just driven away one and another again.
The alchemist leaned over and gave Mason a bottle of medicine and motioned for him to drink it.
Mason looked at the blood-red potion in his hand and was quite suspicious, and he asked rhetorically:
"What is this?"
"Don't ask, it's a good thing to ask, just drink it, we're all brothers, can I hurt you?"
The alchemist urged fiercely, Mason threw away the cigarette butt, twisted the lid and put it under his nostrils and sniffed, colorless and odorless, unable to judge the composition of this thing from this aspect.
He glanced at the alchemist, tilted his head and poured it down, then licked his lips again.
Well, orange-flavored, not bad.
A second later, Mason let out a groan as he felt a cloud of warmth rush from his stomach and spread to his limbs, making him feel as comfortable as lying in a hot spring.
And it wasn't until this confirmed that Mason hadn't had any rejection that the alchemist breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"This is an elixir of immortality that has been fine-tuned according to your special genes and life form at this time, capable of replenishing all your physical and mental damage at the same time and greatly strengthening your life force.
Although it has zero effect on increasing combat power, it will at least allow you to resist a few more times when you are beaten so that you will not be given seconds. β
"Sounds good, but what were you doing with that cautious gesture?"
Mason asked suspiciously:
"Tell me honestly, is there anything else added to this medicine?"
"Nope! Don't think about it, it's just an ordinary tonic. β
The alchemist denied it, as if he didn't want to say more to Mason, and turned around and walked away quickly.
Mason wanted to ask a few more questions, but the jeweler, inscriptionist, and enchanter came up again, saying that they wanted to check the durability of Mason's reusable mechanical Infinity Gauntlet that had just been set with six True Infinity Stones.
And seeing that Mason was entangled, the alchemist, who obviously had a ghost in his heart, breathed a sigh of relief.
He sneaked aside, with a strange smile on his face, he took out his pipe and put it in his mouth, and was about to light the fire but was caught off guard A silver-gray replica Ultimate Eraser lighter stretched out next to him, and a blue flame popped out to light a cigarette for the big guy.
The alchemist was taken aback, and hurriedly turned around to see Harley and Quinn blocking him here left and right, and the two cuties stared at him like little sisters, and without speaking, they asked the alchemist with their eyes if what they asked for was done?
"Hey, aren't you worried that I'll go out in person?"
The alchemist lit his pipe comfortably, gave a thumbs up to the two cuties in the spicy smoke, and said:
"As you have requested, an adaptive modification of his particular triple helix gene will require a period of internal replacement to achieve a much higher success rate of combining his tadpoles with human female eggs without affecting his current innate abilities.
Well, but I said that before.
Mason's physical condition is quite complicated, he is a clone and has been incorporated into the Isu gene, which makes him almost reproductive isolation from human women.
I can only increase this probability with all my might, and I can't become a 'child king' in the true sense. β
The alchemist snorted, like an old Chinese medicine doctor sitting on the stage, and the old god said to Harley and Quinn in a long voice:
"So if you want to do bad things with Mason, you have to work harder on your own, and the probability is not a problem, just like no matter how bad the card pool is, as long as you draw more, you will definitely be able to withdraw money.
Miracles are a great thing.
That's it.
Speaking of which, do you need me to mix a little tonic for the two of you? At least stabilize your spirit, your exaggerated mental fluctuations will also affect the probability of this.
My business empire is off to a good start right now, and for the sake of you being my first two customers, I can get a 20% discount. β
Harley and Quinn glanced at each other, and the two turned back to stare at the alchemist, who pursed his lips and spread his hands and said:
"Seven folds, it can't be lower! This is the last benefit I bring to my family, after all, I also have a cost for making medicine. β
"Deal."
Harley pulled out a bag of strange things from her bag, all of which she had collected from her search with her sweetheart in a corner that she didn't know where to go, and Quinn took out something of the same nature.
The alchemist picked and chose in his hand, and finally reluctantly completed the business, and the two parties made an appointment to get the medicine, and the two little cuties happily joined hands and came to Mason's side again.
As a result, before they could speak, Mason took a large bag of various foods from his bag and stuffed them into his hands.
There are several burgers in front of her, all kinds of flavors, as well as fat house water and all kinds of snacks, all of which are things that Harley likes to eat, and she is about to open the package with a cheer but Quinn's paw is slapped off.
"It's not for you!"
Quinn scolded, put away the "food gift bag" in his hand again, and looked up at Mason.
The captain smiled in a teachable smile and said to Harley and Quinn:
"This is your mission after you go in, the Mobius chair will automatically execute a bio-signal detection program when it arrives, and you will follow it to find a very important guy in the fighting world.
Give him the food package and negotiate some terms with him.
I can't give you a formulaic answer to the specific question, but I'm sure it's not enough for the wisdom of the two of you to always play cards out of common sense.
Little Brainiac will also go with you, and he will wield the Cosmic Main Force Armor as your bodyguard, and I have only one request for this, the sooner the better. β
He stretched out his hand and took the two little cuties into his arms, and the foreheads of the three touched together, and he said:
"The speed of your actions will directly determine the danger we will encounter in it, and as before, I entrust this responsibility to you, and I am sure that the two cuties will not let me down."
"Leave it to us."
Harley snorted, full of vitality and confidence, and said:
"Absolutely, it's easiest to deal with a guy who likes to eat junk food."
"He's dangerous."
Mason shook his head and said:
"You can't underestimate him, if you can't do anything, you will quit the Dou Realm immediately, and the Mobius chair will set up a separation procedure in advance."
"We're not going to run! It's not about following Sweetheart all the way to the present to be a coward who can only escape at the last moment, leave it to us, and we'll take care of it. β
Quinn raised her head and kissed the corner of her sweetheart's mouth, making her own promises and assurances.
It's a promise in the name of love!
"Hey, are you tired of it? It's almost open, get ready! β
The forger, who had been on guard in front of the coordinate point, shouted back, and the other Masons immediately stepped forward.
The Elite has gotten himself all sorts of outfits, such as the Engineer has been dressed in a combat suit modified from the Tyrant's Warframe, and the Jeweler has put on a mechanical glove for a one-time Infinity Stone.
But there are also those who are not exquisite.
For example, the collector with serious social fear only passed on a set of master witcher leather armor made by a tailor, and the combat belt was filled with various tools and weapons for gathering and skinning, even if the preparations were completed.
As for Mason himself.
He wore his trench coat and hat, two pistols stuck to the left and right of his belt, and a special belt on his chest filled with various potions, but the most conspicuous weapon was the red mechanical armor fastened to his left arm.
Six genuine Infinity Primordial Stones are inlaid on it, and it only takes a slight movement of consciousness to burst out with endless power.
That's more than enough to deal with most of the situation.
As the Masons waited, the countdown to the last three minutes began, and a group of strange creatures dressed in different costumes hid in this deserted ruined city and waited in an empty place, including a hovering little alien and a crazy beauty with a dog with a detonator in her mouth.
In a different context, this scene is a complete cult scene.
"Twenty seconds countdown!"
The Engineer shouted, activating the power source of the Tyrant's armor, causing an aura to flicker on the silver suit.
The night became quiet, and soon a breeze of energy impact blew in front of the eyes of the Masons, overflowing and blowing their hair in an invisible place, and a black dim light appeared in the space in front of everyone's eyes like a crack in broken glass, and even a clear sound of breaking could be heard spreading and echoing along the crack.
It was initially just a dot, but it soon spread out in all directions, and after a brief build-up, it shattered outward with a thud.
Like an invisible fist thrashing from the inside out, the shattered fragments of space fell like flying glass slag and disappeared into the air, leaving behind a swarthy passage that allowed them to step on.
"Every second counts."
Mason glanced at his watch, and the countdown went to zero at this instant.
"Quick! Get in. β
The engineer reminded:
"This tunnel is already showing signs of collapsing after it appears, and its energy level is constantly decreasing, which is a temporary phenomenon that will not last more than three minutes."
"Let's go!"
Mason was the first to rush in, followed by Harley and Quinn, and the dogs whining and following, but the other Masons took out their diary-like stuff and threw it out.
Don't ask.
The question is that this group of teases plan to leave a "suicide note" that no one cares about at all, so as not to encounter the dilemma of never returning.
As the paper flew away, the members of the Mason family disappeared into the black chasm one by one, but when they did cross over, they saw Mason crouching on the ground, picking up a khaki detective hat from the ground on the other side of the chasm.
It looked a bit old and should have been used for a long time, and it looked miserable because it had a hole in it with a hole in it.
But most importantly, this thing is still emitting gunsmoke.
"It's only five minutes before it's broken down at most."
The Engineer leaned over and gave his opinion professionally, while the Collector poked Mason with his finger, pointing to a rocky rock ahead of him where there was a blood-stained glove.
"Blood."
The gatherer whispered:
"There's blood trailing out, fresh blood, and the strange guy was ambushed as soon as he entered here, and he fled ahead of us."
"But who is that?"
The tailor took his flying needle in his hand, looked around vigilantly, and said in amazement:
"The rift has just opened! How could anyone have come earlier than us? Could it be that the Speedy One rushed in before us? β
"No, not the Speedster!"
Mason put the detective hat in his hand in front of his eyes, he squinted, and a rather terrifying conclusion flashed through his mind, he said:
"It's Rorschach!"
"How is that possible?"
The other Masons exclaimed:
"Didn't that bastard die more than ten years ago?"
"It's true that we're more than ten years behind him, but we've entered the same place at different points in time, and we're in the same place on the timeline, and Skynet confirms that the entire Dou Realm has been in some kind of strange time loop.
Do you know what that means? β
Mason took out the pistol at his waist and said to the people beside him:
"Rorschach has just arrived! The gap between our front and back feet may be less than ten minutes, and the guy who disappeared and died in the outside world more than ten years ago is still alive here!
Hmm, what a wonderful thing time is.
Let's split up, everyone, let's settle this matter today, by the way, that bastard who littered his diary and caused everyone to have to rummage around, he also needs to get a justice sanction that belongs to him!
What qualifies a guy who can't even keep his personal belongings to be a superhero! β
(End of chapter)