Trajectory of Dawn in the World of American Comics

Chapter 690 57. You bastard apprentice who almost killed your mentor, I unilaterally announce that you are fired!

It was nightfall when Mason returned to Gotham City.

He didn't go to the Batcave, and he didn't go to the Afterlife Bar, so he appeared alone at the entrance of Crime Alley.

The previously bombed place has been reshaped by the fusion of worlds, and it is still as dark and ominous as before, with garbage dumps all over the place emitting an unpleasant smell.

And the dim street lights turn on and off from time to time, putting on the best cloak for the evil in the dark.

However, the crime alley was very quiet tonight. It seemed that it knew that a great person would pass through here, so it drove away those little bastards who wanted to do some bad things here in advance.

This is a good thing.

The pistol that kept Mason walking in the alley did not have to be drawn.

how?

As a savior, can he ignore the various crises in Gotham and walk in this dangerous place? Maybe a mugger will come out in a while and shoot you.

This is Gotham, where anything is possible.

However, no blind-eyed guy jumped out to show his presence. Mason passed through Crime Alley very smoothly. He walked out from the other side and saw the Leslie Clinic, which was still brightly lit at night.

Maybe Dr. Leslie was working overtime there again, but her safety must be guaranteed, because there was an elusive sheriff who always quietly protected her.

Mason didn't know why he came here, perhaps because the long-standing goal was finally achieved, which made him feel the "emptiness" described in various literary works.

After the Stars Club was declared disbanded by him, he suddenly found himself idle.

There is no need to make complicated plans, check for omissions and make up for vacancies all the time, and do not need to make endless records for possible failures.

This made Mason, who was used to this pace of life, at a loss for a while.

He could only follow the first thought that popped up in his mind and wander around, very much like those veteran cadres who couldn't adapt to a leisurely life after retirement.

"How did my small shop become like this?"

Mason stood outside his former small shop across the dark street, and was shocked to find that his shop had been re-opened as a small pharmacy.

Of course, the products sold there are definitely not those weird alchemy products, but very regular daily medicines, which just formed a perfect match with the Leslie Clinic across the street.

But the signboard.

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

Of course, it is also possible that the new owner of this guy is also surnamed Cooper, which is not an uncommon name.

The captain shook his head, gathered up his windbreaker and flipped his hat before planning to leave.

It's time to go to the Afterlife Bar. Based on what I know about my companions and team members, they may have already started the celebration banquet there.

I have to participate because of emotion and reason, and it is used as a reward for my actions all the time, so that I can really relax for a while.

But when Mason turned to leave, the door of the pharmacy behind him was suddenly pushed open, and the proprietress who was still arranging the medicines with gloves on rushed out, looking at Mason's back with a look of surprise mixed with astonishment.

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

"Mason? Is that you?"

"Um?"

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

"It's you, little Wendy. I'm just saying who came up with such a weird name. So you rented my previous shop? Don't you plan to continue working as a nurse?"

"I thought you weren't coming back."

The two who hadn't seen each other for a long time were very happy to see their old man for the first time. Wendy rushed to Mason and gave him a big hug. This enthusiasm made the captain shrug his shoulders.

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

"I'm just too excited to see you again, there's no other meaning, don't get me wrong, I... I already have a boyfriend."

"Ah, what a pity."

Mason covered his face with his hands and made a sad gesture. He joked:

"I'm going back to Gotham this time, and I plan to continue my career. After all, it was a bit too rude to leave without saying goodbye last time. I...huh? Wait a minute."

The captain's keen perception allowed him to discover something "unique" about the little nurse Wendy. He frowned and stretched out his hand to hold Wendy's fingers. After taking off the glove, he saw the scar on the back of her hand.

It was definitely not an accidental wound while sorting the goods, and Mason was very familiar with this kind of wound.

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

"It seems that you have also joined the road of no return to the street vigilante. I really shouldn't have left that Midnight Doctor's first aid manual to you."

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

That's why I met my boyfriend. Before entering this circle, who would have thought that there are many more nightcrawlers in this city than I imagined? "

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

"I learned something about you from Dr. Leslie, and although she didn't say much, I can guess that you actually have a hidden identity, and you should be a very important person.

I just think I should learn from you and make some contribution to this city.

And this store, Dr. Leslie and Sheriff Gordon gave me some financial support. They hope to have more charity organizations that can distribute medical supplies to people nearby. I think this is a meaningful cause.

Wow, what a beautiful ring. "

Little Wendy saw the ring on Mason's finger.

She blinked her eyes, feeling a little sour in her heart, after all, the sunny boy in front of her was the first person she was tempted in her life. But that has passed, and the lives of the two are like intersecting lines, and after a meeting, they gradually drift apart.

She asked with a smile:

"Are you married?"

"Not yet, just confirmed the relationship."

The captain didn't hide it, he stroked the ring on his finger and said with a smile:

"She just died, but it doesn't matter, I still have enough time to wait for her to come back to me."

"???"

Mason's words can't be straightened out by the little nurse.

Although she did join the street hero business, she is just a beginner after all, and she really can't understand the wonderful personal lives of the bosses and their weird state of dealing with death.

Because she really didn't know what to say, Wendy held back for a long time and could only say the embarrassing "sorry", which made Mason laugh out loud.

The two chatted for a while, and Mason also presented Wendy with some medicine formulas that ordinary people could concoct, to help her personal career get better.

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

"Okay, okay, I am relieved to know that you are back, but you should go now, Mason, my boyfriend will be jealous again when he sees me so close to a handsome person like you.

I don't want to argue with him again. "

"Call me if he dares to treat you badly."

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

"I called you and sent thousands of people to beat him up and vent my anger on my assistant nurse. Then, I won't bother you any more. I will visit again sometime in the future and bring my two fiancées with me. .”

"Fiancee? Or two?"

Wendy fell into a downtime 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 are there still two fiancees?

So, in her eyes, is Mason, who is an innocent young man, so flamboyant?

"Tch, man!"

The little nurse waved her fist fiercely towards the sky, but when she turned around to greet her boyfriend, there was a touch of relief in her sweet smile.

Now that all the people I cared about in the past are fine, it's time for me to start again.

"boom"

Mason's collar was pulled by two arms and slammed against the wall of Crime Alley. Harley and Quinn stared at him viciously. Harley held a table knife in his hand, and Quinn squeezed it With folded body bags.

"Be honest! Who is that pretty girl? Why did she hug you? Why did you give her your phone number?"

Harry asked fiercely:

"Little sweetheart, you are not good!"

"Maybe Mr. K thinks that there will be a second time for Shirley's matter once, or maybe he thinks that we give him too much freedom to allow a fourth girl to break into his life."

Quinn said negatively:

"Maybe the two of us should give him a little surprise by digging out the pretty girl's heart for breakfast or something, and dropping a few proton bombs in the pharmacy named after the little sweetheart.

I think this is enough to teach the playful Mr. K a little lesson. "

"Hey, you two are enough, Wendy is just my friend from the past, you two have saved her once before."

Mason sighed, and then, amidst the screams of the two crazy beauties, he hugged them one by one with his waist in his arms, and walked towards the black coupe parked at the entrance of the alley like holding two cute dolls.

Mobius is addicted to transforming, obviously he was still a white supercar before.

"Snapped"

Harley and Quinn were thrown into the car, Mason also sat in, snapped his fingers and said to the illuminated cab:

"Go to the afterlife bar, has the celebration banquet started?"

"They've already drunk it, and when Harley and Quinn were about to run out to find you, Ms. Cassandra dragged her wounded body and had drunk several people down.

No one cares how you feel, poor first passenger. "

Mobius started the sports car and slid into the busy street while moving smoothly. It satirized Mason with a very vicious tongue:

"Perhaps it's better for this machine to send you directly to the nearest hotel than to attend the celebration banquet. Anyway, Harley has already started to take off your clothes, hasn't she?"

"Snapped"

With five fingers clapping on Harry's buttocks, Mason scolded:

"Be good, I have business tonight, let's talk about it after finishing it."

"Aww"

With watery eyes and a peachy face, Harley obediently responded, and leaned into Little Sweetheart's arms to ask for a kiss. Quinn next to her also followed suit.

But just as the three of them were enjoying this rare peace, the ear-piercing roar of a locomotive sounded from behind the Mobius sports car that was driving automatically.

With the dazzling lights flickering, several heavy locomotives surrounded Mason's car, and a guy reached out and knocked on the glass, gesturing for Mason to pull over.

"The lethal weapon module has been activated! The particle swirl cannon is activated, and the proton torpedo is ready to launch at any time!"

Mobius' indifferent notification sounded from the bridge, and on the battle projection floating in front of Mason's eyes, these bastard pilots had been precisely locked on, and just a look or a command was enough to kill them on the spot.

"parking."

Mason recognized the person.

Although the latter are all wearing black helmets, there is always a certain coquettish posture engraved in their bones, especially the Harley motorcycle under the crotch of the lead biker.

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

So a few seconds later, the black coupe quietly slid into an unoccupied ramp, and then stopped on a road section without street lights.

The car door opened, and Mason walked out of it. While wiping the lipstick marks on his cheeks with a handkerchief, he said to the fourteen tall, short, fat, thin, male and female motorcycle drivers who stopped in front of him:

"I thought you were all eaten by Uncle Tun. I planned to send someone to rescue you, but I didn't expect you to actually escape."

"So you bastard wants us dead, right?"

The leader of the motorbike reached out and took off the full-face black helmet, revealing a middle-aged man with a handsome and vicissitudes of life, with golden messy hair hanging behind his head, and the unshaven beard looks very uncle-like.

He stared at Mason fiercely.

Stepping forward, he stretched out his hand to hammer Mason's chest in displeasure, 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 to know each other again, Johnny Blazer."

Mason looked the man up and down.

It's hard to connect this guy with the crazy Johnny Skeleton Lord with his head on fire, but bikes don't lie.

So he reached out and shook hands with Johnny.

The thirteen motorcyclists behind Johnny also took off their helmets one after another, revealing faces with different skin colors but all vicissitudes, especially the female knight Ms. Alejandra Jones.

The human form of this female rider is really hot and charming.

She is chic and mature like a western cowgirl, especially wearing a tight leather riding jacket, outlining the perfect and attractive legs and wearing boots

Tut tut.

Probably noticing Mason's gaze, the female knight, who was leaning against her heavy motorcycle and lowering her head to light a cigarette, raised her head, flicked her short hair chicly and blew out a heart-shaped smoke ring at Mason.

Wow, such a sassy and flirtatious big sister.

But when he sensed that Harley was getting out of the car with a baseball bat, Mason immediately looked away, looked at Johnny in front of him, and said solemnly:

"So, the first thing you did after you were free was to come and hold me hostage?"

"Just say hello to you, don't think too much."

Johnny Blazer shook his head. In human form, he looked rational and stable. He hugged his helmet and said:

"We will not go to that banquet, although they also extended an invitation to us, but the spirit of revenge is still a problem.

While the absence of Mephisto means both us and them are free, our destiny as a Ghost Rider just enters a new phase and doesn't completely fade away.

We must find a new way to get along with another self. Before that, we should not intervene in this world at will.

And I have another important thing to tell you here tonight. "

The biker took a step back, grabbed it with his hand, and a burning contract appeared in his hand. He waved the thing at Mason, then clamped the helmet under his arm and used his hands hard.

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

"Your actions in hell destroyed the foundation there and almost buried us all in it. This is a very serious mistake. According to the rules of the Ghost Knight, you are fired! Apprentice."

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

"I will not take back the demonization I have already given you, but you will not have a place in the future Ghost Rider genealogy."

"It's a good feeling."

The captain laughed and said:

"I was still worrying about how to settle this matter. I planned to find someone to reason with you if you were unreasonable, but I didn't expect that everything went smoothly.

Harry, chat with Ms. Jones about your contract. "

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

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

"I think it's cool to become a burning sultry skeleton, I don't resist that future, okay, don't look at me with this look, can't I be obedient?"

She pursed her mouth and picked up her baseball bat and walked towards the angry female knight in front of her. After talking about the business, Johnny shared a cigarette, and then whispered to Mason while puffing:

"Mephisto is dead."

"That's right, he's in Uncle Tun's hands. I saw it with my own eyes, and I was devastated."

"No! What you saw was a fake death. Mephisto really died forty-five minutes ago, at the hands of Old A, and Old A also died.

He committed suicide. "

"Um?!"