Trajectory of Dawn in the World of American Comics

In the Gordon House, Barbara was by the window of her room. This gentle red-haired girl was holding a silver-gray fighting stick in her hand.

There are bat-shaped signs on both ends of this thing, and blue high-voltage currents dance on it.

She looked out the window into the backyard.

In the darkness, she pressed the frame of the black-rimmed glasses, making the lenses vibrate like night vision goggles, reflecting a few men in black with weapons on their backs climbing over the wall, and there were also men in black like ninjas in the nearby yard Moving forward as fast.

There are quite a few people here, at least thirty!

"They're really haunting Mason, and they're lingering."

A trace of disgust appeared on Barbara's gentle face, then she picked up a silver-gray earphone and stuffed it into her left ear, and said softly:

"Bat network security access code 0274, code name 'Oracle' requests to communicate with the Batcave, the content is as follows: Alfred, Gordon House has been invaded.

Please support now! "

But the only response to Barbara was a busy tone in the earphones.

This made the former Batgirl's face change slightly. This group of people blocked the signal in advance?

Really professional.

It is indeed the source of all Assassin legends.

However, this matter is not difficult for a former superhero. Barbara stepped back to the bed and opened the drawer of the bedside table, taking out a portable bat flare gun and carrying it in her arms.

Since the communication can't be used, let's set off a big firework.

Barbara took a deep breath, disassembled the fighting stick in two and tucked it away in the wheelchair, took out a few bat darts and held them in her hand, and quietly opened the door of the room.

At the same moment, several smoke bombs broke through the window and were thrown into the room, mixed with a flash bomb. The experienced Barbara immediately turned the wheelchair around.

However, his ears still hurt from the shocking flash bombs that erupted.

Amidst the pungent smoke, several figures rushed in through the door, swiftly rushing towards the girl in the wheelchair, but amidst the low-pitched gunshots that followed, the fastest one seemed to be punched by an invisible fist. Hit the whole person lying on the ground.

A large gash in the heart signifies that the invisible shooter has begun to reap, and the reason Mason doesn't want the dirt to splash on Barbara is that he doesn't start.

Although the headshot is cool, it is too troublesome to clean up afterward.

The people in black who were attacked immediately dispersed, but it was useless at all.

Mason, who was hiding in his invisibility cloak, walked leisurely in the smoke, and from a distance of less than ten meters, he held a slender shotgun and shot them headshot one by one.

When Barbara's senses recovered, there was only a corpse in the room besides her.

This surprised the former Batgirl Mulu. When she heard her father say that Mason had good marksmanship, she thought it was just an exaggerated description.

But tonight can be regarded as seeing "real kung fu".

"I seriously doubt that my father is blind. This cannot be summed up in the simple words 'good marksmanship'."

Barbara clutched her mouth and nose and pushed the wheelchair out of the house from the front door, and looked back at the dead body of the man in black in the house and the very rhythmic gunshots in the backyard.

Take your time.

From the rhythm alone, one can imagine a 17-year-old young man hiding in the dark and pulling the bolt, harvesting these black-clothed killers one by one under the indifferent gaze.

"boom"

The former Batgirl raised her hand and shot the signal flare in her arms into the sky, and the red light like fireworks flew into the sky and exploded, gathering a bat logo under the dark clouds.

The moment this thing lit up, the members of the Penguin Gang who were hiding at the entrance of the front street rushed over again screaming.

But they were knocked down by the Batarang thrown by Barbara head-on.

She needs to rely on a wheelchair to move, maybe she can't deal with the assassins of the League of Assassins, but it's not a big problem to bully these gangsters.

"swish"

Barbara twisted her hands while holding the fighting stick.

The long silver-gray stick twirled and pulsated with blue current, illuminating the eager eyes of the hidden hero now code-named "Oracle".

As for the pistols in their hands.

Do not make jokes!

After she was shot by the Joker, Batman ordered the wheelchair and a bulletproof liner suit just for her.

The small-caliber bullets had no deterrent effect on her.

After all, it's an exaggeration to say that this sister's underwear is bulletproof!

While Barbara was fighting in the front yard, the battle in the backyard invaded by the men in black from the League of Assassins was even more intense. Bullets flew by and the men in black fell to the ground at every moment, but these killers were completely unable to Capture the traces of the enemy.

They can neither see who is shooting nor track the trajectory of the bullet.

Even smoke bombs can't block the opponent's aim, just like a ghost shuttles through the night, and the person who is being targeted by him can't even think of leaving this ordinary yard in one piece.

Mason was moving and shooting, changing places with one shot to avoid being caught by the ballistic counterattack.

Wearing an invisibility cloak, he walked past a vigilant black-clothed killer hiding by the courtyard wall one meter away, and rewarded him with another shot.

Just like that, another unlucky guy died in Huangquan.

Losing a third of his men in just a few minutes made the captain of the men in black feel bad.

He immediately gave the order to retreat.

A large number of smoke bombs were thrown out to cover these guys' rapid retreat, but the combat aid's free aiming frame still accurately locked every target in Mason's vision.

He didn't go after it.

Instead, he bent down and took out a few grenades from the waist of the headless corpse next to him, adjusted the throwing curve in front of him, pulled the latch and threw them out one by one. A few bangs and bangs of explosions blocked the way for those men in black to retreat. Then he picked up an assault rifle, shot a shuttle of bullets and knocked down several of them.

From shooting to Lv3, Mason's skills have begun to change qualitatively. Coupled with the incredible stability of his hands in any situation, the hit rate even in continuous shooting has greatly improved.

He didn't intend to let these men in black go, and if he ran away, he would cause trouble for himself.

However, after shooting three times in a row in the backyard, while Mason was reloading the critical shotgun, the invisibility cloak he was wearing suddenly fluctuated slightly, and the magic power wrapped around it began to fade rapidly.

The blood-stained curse effect of the invisibility cloak would be triggered here, causing Mason to frown, and in the next moment, he was exposed to the panicked men in black.

"There he is!"

A person shouted, and then bullets whizzed over.

The young man hid in the corner of the wall next to him with a sliding shovel, without any panic. When he got the invisibility cloak, he knew it was unreliable, and the experience at Hogwarts also taught him how to fight.

He hid there and did not attack blindly. Instead, he held the double-barreled explosive hand cannon on his waist, breathing steadily, and waiting patiently.

A few seconds later, several figures rushed out from two directions at the same time.

They raised their guns, but Mason moved faster.

Triggering [Quick Draw Gun] at close range makes the shooting speed of the young man as fast as lightning, and the two gunshots burst out almost at the same time, and the four men in black who rushed out in two directions were shot by 16 bullets The scorching steel balls made a sieve.

"There are about thirty of them here, not counting these four now, there are at most six of them."

Mason squatted back to the hiding place like a senior sixth child. While taking off the invisibility cloak and stuffing it into the pouch, he folded the hand cannon and loaded it with large deer bullets, while calculating in his heart:

"If you're lucky, triggering another wave of quick gun draws will end the battle. The 'special training' that old K took me to the wizarding world really worked. Look at how good I am now.

Well, by the way, there is this good thing! "

The young man took out two small gray bottles from his luggage, which were filled with a viscous liquid like mercury. This was the potion he and the kiteman found in the ruins of Hogwarts, and it had never been used.

Mason stared at it, and a label quickly popped up on the light curtain:

petrochemical potion

Quality: Excellent Alchemy Item Standard Craft

Effect: Quickly petrify all creatures that come into contact with the potion, and the effect lasts for 120 minutes.

Status: drawings have been included

Item description: The secret to making soup is to add some poisonous mushrooms and an old shoe heel

Mason smiled slightly, and tossed the medicine bottle up and down in his hand.

After waiting for a few seconds and still not seeing the man in black attacking, he glanced back, and the free aiming frame in his field of vision accurately marked the positions of the remaining six people across the wall.

They were so huddled together that they seemed to be discussing how to make a surprise move.

The young man took a deep breath, rushed out of the hiding place, threw the petrochemical potion on the heads of the men in black along the throwing curve in his vision, and raised his light sniper when he fell to the ground.

Sniper mode locks aiming in one go.

There was a bang, and the gray medicine bottle that was drawn by a parabola was exploded in the air.

In the crystal splash, the viscous potion like mercury was sprinkled everywhere like raindrops.

The six men in black who gathered together were caught off guard by the splashing potion. They thought it was poison but there was no pain. Instead, the "ghost boy" who had been hiding all the time rushed out on his own initiative. Let the captain of the man in black rejoice, grab the pistol and shoot.

When he raised his hand, he saw a layer of gray matter spread rapidly along his arms and legs like a spreading shadow.

Wherever that thing went, I was quickly losing all my senses.

Like him, his five subordinates were petrified into anthropomorphic "sculptures" with different postures in the blink of an eye in panic.

Mason got up from the ground with a gun in hand, patted the grass clippings on his body, and walked out of the backyard of the Gordon House, intending to smash the stone statues and finish them off one by one.

As he walked, he pulled out the eagle of Sujie behind his back and said:

"I swear, when I am free, I must make hundreds of bottles of petrochemical potions for self-defense. Isn't this much better than noisy and dangerous grenades?"

"swish"

A black shadow streaked across the night sky behind Mason, without affecting the young man's walking movements. He walked up to several stone statues of various shapes and stared at their expressions of surprise and fear.

Shaking his head, he swung the sword with a gorgeous golden eagle hilt.

At this moment, a reminder lights up:

"Enter a combat state."

"Ding"

Mason turned around and slashed, and sent the hidden weapon thrown behind him flying with his blade. The thing fell on the ground right in front of the young man's eyes, making him frown.

A standard style batarang.

In the dark night before him, that familiar figure jumped down from the eaves of Gordon House.

The cool and low-key black armor is covered by the swaying and sliding of the black cloak, only the bat logo on the chest and the golden combat belt are exposed.

The man walked towards Mason in a very oppressive posture, and the majestic chin under the bat helmet seemed to reveal his dissatisfaction with the corpse-strewn battlefield beside him.

"Barbara has called for help, and you should wait for help."

Batman stood ten paces away from Mason and said in his trademark husky voice:

"You're just a kid."

"so what?"

Mason frowned and looked at the Batman in front of him.

He always felt that the person in front of him was a bit weird, so he retorted following Batman's words:

"You came here ten minutes after they rushed into Gordon's House, if I hide, who will resist these vicious guys?

Is that cutie in the wheelchair? "

Batman fell silent.

He seemed unable to refute Mason's words, so he skipped the topic and looked at the six "stone sculptures" behind Mason. A few seconds later, he said:

"You obviously have a way to capture them alive, but you insist on harvesting these lives with bullets. You remind me of a familiar person, firm, decisive and ruthless."

"I'm not you. I don't have a set of invulnerable battle armor and super martial arts that can overwhelm a hundred people with bare hands. All I have is this gun in my hand and some gadgets I snatched from wizards."

Mason lowered his head and lowered the sword in his hand again.

He seemed to have no intention of arguing with Batman, took off his gun, and made a "please" gesture to Batman.

It means that since you are here, it is up to you to finish it.

And Batman didn't care about this, he stepped forward and approached the six stone sculptures, and when he passed Mason, the young man's eyes glanced behind the master.

"It looks like some kind of magic."

Batman stood in front of the stone statue and looked carefully. Behind him, Mason quietly raised Su Jie's eagle, and cut it towards his neck in the next second.

"clang"

Batman reacted quickly. He swung his left arm and popped out the shark-toothed knife on the combat gauntlet, and precisely caught the sword that Mason had slashed. He scolded:

"You're crazy!"

"You're not Batman at all! Who the hell are you!"

The young man yelled, took a step back and drew out his sharp sword, and imitated the old K's movements at the moment the guy in front of him swung his fist, flipping the blade over when swinging the sword.

A dazzling light exploded from the blade of Su Jie's eagle, and the short-distance surprise caused the "Batman" in front of him to enter a state of blindness and dizziness instantly.

He also reacted quickly, and swung the three bat darts in different directions with a wave of his hand, but the next moment, he was kicked down by Mason.

The guy is still fighting back.

Even when he was blind, he didn't wander around, relying on his excellent blind fighting skills to knock the icy sharp blade flying, but then the second bottle of petrification potion was mercilessly slapped at the guy's feet by Mason .

The crystal bottle shattered with a bang.

The fake Batman maintained a funny posture as if he was about to jump up, and was quickly petrified in place. Before he was completely petrified, Mason pulled the bat helmet off his face.

What came into view was a handsome face, chic black bangs and a pair of gentle blue eyes.

Quite a little boyish temperament.

He looked at Mason as if trying to explain something.

But before he could speak, a layer of gray rock covered his handsome face, transforming him into a "charming" male statue.

"Mason! No, what did you do?"

Barbara Gordon, who taught the Penguin gangsters a lesson in the front yard, also rushed into the backyard with a wheelchair. She was taken aback by the scene of dead bodies lying in front of her, and then looked at the petrified counterfeit Batman across the street.

Now the gentle big sister is not gentle at all.

She angrily pushed the wheelchair over, stared at Mason and said:

"Why did you make my boyfriend like this? Are you a wizard in addition to being a shooter?"

"Is this your boyfriend?"

Mason grinned and hurriedly comforted:

"Don't worry, Barbara, I can make the antidote, but I need some raw materials. But it's not my fault, who told me to teach this guy to pretend to be Batman?"

"How did you find out?"

Barbara in the wheelchair was relieved when she heard that the petrification could be lifted, and then she pushed her black-rimmed glasses curiously and said:

"It's not once or twice that Grayson replaced Batman Night Watch, but it hasn't been exposed so quickly."

"First of all, Batman doesn't talk so much nonsense!"

Mason snorted and played with the bat helmet in his hand, looking at the handsome boy who was petrified in front of him, he said faintly:

"Secondly, the master's butt is not so warped"