The track of dawn in the world of American manga

Chapter 56 8. "Resident Evil Gotham" new DLC "Ghoul Night" released
When the Italians first traveled across the ocean to North America, they brought two local specialties from their hometown into this land, namely pizza and mafia.

Mason clearly prefers the former.

Of course, Gotham also has a mafia. The Falcone family has been fighting with other gangs for control of the black zone in Gotham City, but that was a long time ago.

They belong to the traditional villains, and they have long since declined after the birth of super villains. Even the Penguin, who is between traditional villains and super villains, can ride on their heads.

But with the tragic death of the Penguin in the fire at the Black Gate Prison and the downfall of the entire Penguin Gang, the Falcone family seemed to have a second spring.

The entire Gotham chain of iceberg bars has been acquired by them, leaving only the last one, which is Penguin's first store in Gotham.

Just take down the Mafia there to declare them back on top.

Although Mason handed over the operation of the bar to the Kite Man, he also knew about the recent series of fire incidents on Glacier Avenue, so these guys who coveted the "K Team Headquarters" became Mason in tonight's special operation first strike target.

In the stronghold of the Falcone family, Mason, wearing an invisibility cloak, quietly approached the main distribution box of the three-story old building. Instead of touching it to avoid leaving fingerprints, he raised the penguin Umbrella gently twist the umbrella handle.

The intracranial disruptor implanted in it was activated to EMP mode, and electric sparks exploded from the distribution box immediately, and then the entire building instantly entered darkness amidst the unpleasant smell of burning.

"Snapped"

The voodoo birdcage was placed on the ground, and a pair of scarlet eyes opened in the darkness.

Miss McGonagall also seemed to smell the fragrance of flesh and blood that was close at hand. It became anxious and turned around in the cage, and the tail that had regrowth due to the healing effect of the resurrection stone fragments stood up.

"Go ahead, I've done an investigation, there's no one innocent in this building."

Mason squatted down and opened the birdcage for a moment, and the zombie cat rushed out with a whoosh as fast as lightning, with light footsteps in the darkness without making a sound.

But it didn't follow the approaching noisy footsteps, but lay down a few steps away from Mason in a vigilant posture, looking back at the young man.

Mason stared at it too.

"You have regained some sanity, at least you can understand what I say."

After staring at the cat for a few seconds, he said in a low voice:

"In the past, you had to pounce on me the moment you came out of the cage, but now you can distinguish my breath. You know that I brought you here from that doomsday world, and I am the one who feeds you every day.

Professor McGonagall.

If you understand, just answer me and we can talk. "

"Meow~"

Mason responded with a shrill howl.

The moment the meow sounded, Miss McGonagall jumped up and kicked off the wall like lightning and rushed to the face of the mafia gunman who came to check the distribution box.

The sharp claws of the virus instantly cut the guy's throat, injecting the deadly substance into the blood vessel.

The fresh flesh and blood stimulated the dazed cat, making it unable to restrain its bloodthirsty desire and rushing into the disturbing darkness.

Mason watched Miss McGonagall disappear. Instead of following to avoid leaving unnecessary footprints, he returned to the first floor and locked all the doors and windows along the way.

"boom"

He took a flying claw gun very similar to the bat hook lock gun from his waist and shot it towards the roof and then flew into the air when the hook lock was tightened.

This thing belongs to one of the bat suit combat accessories obtained during the first contact with Batman, and it was just made by Mason three hours ago.

The principle is not difficult but very practical.

Wearing an invisibility cloak, he was sitting on the eaves of the three-story old building, waiting patiently while listening to the harsh shouts, chaotic gunshots and wailing of fear from the building below.

In such a narrow and enclosed area, facing an agile and deadly enemy like a zombie cat, the bullets fired are useless except for courage.

After about 10 minutes, a black figure jumped out of the ventilation duct on the top floor.

While licking her scarlet mouth, Miss McGonagall stepped forward leaving cute cat paw prints, intending to go further beyond the eaves.

But a cough sounded from behind it, making the zombie tiger cat, which had just satisfied its desire to kill and hunger, turn back vigilantly.

Mason took off the hood of the invisibility cloak, took out the voodoo birdcage in his hand, squatted on the ground and waved to the zombie cat in front of him. There were obvious emotional fluctuations in the scarlet eyes of the other party.

In the ruins of Hogwarts, Mr. Potter, under the influence of the resurrection stone, still maintained a certain degree of sanity even if he turned into a zombie. Mason had reason to believe that the fragments of the resurrection stone he put in Miss McGonagall's stomach could also have the same effect. Effect.

Even if the cat can't be turned back into a wise and powerful professor witch, at least it can be "tamed".

"Come here, girl."

Mason said:
"The things here are over, I will take you to another place, where there are all bad guys and you can hunt as much as you want."

"Meow~"

The eerie cry resounded in the dark night, temporarily satisfying the desire for flesh and blood, making the tiger cat, whose aggressiveness had declined, hesitate for a moment.

It looked back at another roof behind it and the city under the dark night in the distance, and then looked back at Mason and the birdcage in his hand.

It takes a step back.

Mason immediately took out another tattered thing and put it in the birdcage, it was the tattered school cap that was completely torn, brought out from Hogwarts.

It was also one of the things Professor McGonagall was most familiar with.

"Meow!"

This time the tiger cat didn't hesitate, it rushed over with a whoosh, rushed into the cage and bit the tattered hat.

The young man grinned.

After closing the birdcage and putting it back in his arms, he took out the schematic diagram given by the kite man and selected the next target.

Three or ten minutes later, in the Batcave, after dinner, Bruce Wayne put on his bat helmet in silence. Behind him, the cool Batmobile on the dark lifting platform was slowly rising from the underground garage.

"Turn on city surveillance and search for crimes."

The old man's hoarse voice sounded, and the electronic system built into the suit immediately connected with the bat computer, summarizing various events happening in Gotham City.

Seconds later, a distress call from a terrified citizen into the police station caught Batman's attention.

"Come on! There are monsters in this street! There are monsters in that house! Zombies! God! Zombies! Someone save us!"

"Ok?"

The master immediately frowned.

The word "zombie" reminded him of the raging fire at the Black Gate Prison, and a bad premonition rose in Batman's heart.

Instead of jumping into the Batmobile, he shot the shackle gun towards the higher platform of the Batcave. A few seconds later, the ghostly Batfighter drove out at high speed and disappeared into the night.

"Barbara, I need you to take over the monitoring system immediately, the bat network authority has been opened for you."

Batman contacted his most trusted logistics and intelligence personnel, and he said to Barbara Gordon:
"Start city-wide monitoring! I need to see all the information like 'zombies infested'!"

"Received! Searching."

Barbara's steady voice sounded in the communication of the security network. After a few seconds, the girl exclaimed:

"Three places! There are reports of zombies appearing in three places almost at the same time, all of which are in the territory of the Falcone family! There are no reports of zombies hurting people yet, but you must eliminate those monsters immediately!

They are horribly contagious. "

"I'm already on my way."

The ominous premonition came true, making the master's heart sink.

He drove the bat fighter down from the clouds and approached the chaotic neighborhood below, and instructed Barbara:
"I request Gordon to immediately send heavy mounted police to disperse the crowd of onlookers, set up a blockade, and stay away until I finish handling it!"

The black bat fighter turned on the hovering mode, and the figure of Batman fell from the sky, opened his cloak, and landed precisely on the roof of the old building.

Master is not unarmed this time.

He took out a weird black firearm from the weapon slot on the back of his battle suit, kicked the stairs, and then there was a low muffled sound and monster howls in the old building.

Batman doesn't kill people.

But zombie monsters are not people.

So Batman can kill zombies.

Are these syllogisms reasonable?

Five minutes later, while the Bat fighter took off again and flew towards the second zombie haunt, Barbara's serious voice sounded through the communication again.

This time it's still bad news.

"Zombie activity in Port Miller, Bruce! It's still the territory of the Falcone family, and their smuggling den has been taken away. But it's very close to the city's sewer system, I'm afraid."

"I'll rush over there immediately!"

The master twisted the control panel to make the fighter jet turn and fly towards the dock.

Of course, the remaining two zombies could not be left alone, so the master called his assistant.

"Tim, I need your help."

"Already on the way! Bruce, you go to the pier, and I will take care of the remaining two places."
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"Four places should be enough, right?"

Mason walked into Jarcon's address with a suitcase. It was a dilapidated bar.

"Let's see how Gotham City reacts to this. If it's not enough, we'll continue to increase it tomorrow night, but the route needs to be carefully planned. What happened tonight must have alarmed Bat Boy.

It was a thrill to do that under his nose. "

The young man complained in a low voice.

Standing at the door of the bar and watching the flight engineering bomb that he manipulated falling in the night, he took down his bat phone from under the drone-like thing and put it in his pocket.

When he got the phone, he was sure that there was definitely a locator specially prepared for him by Batboy in it.

He had wanted to tear it down.

But Batman's black technology under the blessing of banknotes is too much. To remove the locator without triggering the alarm signal requires engineering Lv4!

This meant that Mason had to learn to hide and fake his whereabouts in the short term.

Fortunately, this is a physical locator that only has the simple functions of recording the itinerary and sending signals, so it will not be too much to spy on Mason's privacy. It seems that the master has a bottom line in this regard.

Even if he has already been secretly monitoring the entire city, and even the entire world.

The young man walks up to the bar of an empty bar.

He knocked on the table and said to the old man who was sitting there listening to the radio:

"Hi, I'm Konstantin's friend and I'm here to buy what's on this list."

He handed over Zha Kang's list of materials, but the old man didn't take it. Instead, he took out a double-barreled shotgun from under the counter and pointed it at Mason, roaring angrily:
"Konstantin? That scumbag owes five debts here! Want something? Yes, pay your scumbag friend first!"

"Tch, I knew it!"

Mason pouted.

Under the threat of the black gun barrel in front of him, he put the suitcase on the bar, took out a small box from it and opened it, which contained a whole row of potions with various effects.

He pushed the potions over and said:
"Are these enough?"

"If it is enough for two times, I still owe three times."

The old man picked up a bottle of potion and sorted it out, said something indifferently, and Mason took out a box of smelted magic metal and threw it over.

This can be regarded as helping Zhakang repay the debt.

Then he asked for a list of magic items that the store could provide, and was pleasantly surprised to find that there were many kinds of materials he urgently needed. It was indeed a store for spellcasters.

"How did you hang out with a guy like Constantine when you were young?"

When the old man prepared the materials on the list for Mason, he couldn't help complaining:

"That fellow is a mobile disaster! Stay away from him, young man."

"No way, I'm working for him now, and that bastard put a curse on me."

Mason said something pitifully, then took out an alchemy stone and threw it on the table, saying:

"I pay with this."

"what is this?"

The old man picked up the small gray stone in surprise.

He could feel that it was a magic item but didn't know its use. Mason asked him to take a bottle of any potion from the store, and then threw the alchemy stone into it.

A few minutes later, under the surprised gaze of the old man, the magic concentration of the potion was almost visible to the naked eye.

"It can be used 8 times, and almost any potion can be extracted. But don't use it on low-level potions, it's not worth it."

Mason explained:
"This thing is my unique skill. If you want it in the future, you can come to the 'Cooper's Mystery Supplies Store' in Crime Lane to buy it. I welcome professionals like you to visit us.

Of course, it can also be used to enhance the taste of drinks.

Your store is indeed a little too deserted. "

"But Gotham is a place of right and wrong, young man."

The old man shook his head and said:
"Those of us who have one foot in the other circle don't get too famous, there are weird things roaming around the town, and they don't like magic
This is what you want, welcome to come again next time. "

After completing the transaction, Mason walked out of the bar with his suitcase, only to see Miss McGonagall crouching on the trash can and licking her paws by the side of the street.

The young man glanced at the looming Miller Harbor in the distance.

He reached out and took out the birdcage and waved to the tiger cat, who rushed over with a whoosh, clutching the branch school cap in the cage and curled up as if "digesting".

"The senses of these zombified magical beasts, especially the sense of smell, are really terrible. It seems that if you want to tame Fluffy and Fang, you have to find some of Hagrid's items."

Mason put the shrunken birdcage into his arms, picked up the suitcase and walked across a street to stop a taxi, but suddenly felt the wind blowing behind him.

He vigilantly grabbed the penguin umbrella and turned around, only to see Batman standing in the shadow behind him like a ghost.

"Do you play this nasty game every time you show up?"

Mason patted his heart and complained:

"It's a good thing I don't have a heart attack."

"What are you doing here?"

Batman asked hoarsely.

Mason clapped the suitcase in his hand and said:
"I'm here to buy some magic materials. It's in the bar not far away. It's a magic supply store in Gotham City. You should know it exists, right?"

"Ah."

The master nodded, and after a few seconds of silence, he said:

"The 'Three-Headed Dog' is back."

"Who?"

Mason froze for a moment, then asked:
"Is there a new supervillain in town? How come I haven't heard that moniker?"

"The wizard who captured you, I gave him a nickname. He drove the zombie beasts to attack the gang stronghold in the city tonight. He is most likely still tracking you."

The master who just finished handling the emergency in Port Miller looked at Mason and said in a hoarse voice:

"Recently, we must be more vigilant."

Mason's heart skipped a beat.

It's not because he's afraid that the master will find out what he's doing.

It's because he knows very well that there is no villain named "Three-headed Dog" in this world. In other words, the real "Three-headed Dog" is standing in front of the master at this moment.

This face-to-face conversation between the tracker and the tracked is really exciting, especially when you are being hunted down by Batman himself.

And
I was actually "appointed" by the master with a villain nickname, and I guess he was also named in the bat database, lying in a folder with the materials of the clown, Lei Xiaogu, and Bain.

The young man pursed his lips and glanced at Batman in front of him.

How could he still feel a little honored?
(End of this chapter)