Mason and Barbosa's "cooperation plan" discussion went smoothly, and the originally complicated details were discussed within ten minutes.

The basic pattern was that no matter how outrageous Mason's requests were, the old pirate would readily agree without any negotiation, as if he was giving orders to a subordinate.

This made Mason feel that there was no need to continue the discussion.

It wasn't that Barbosa lacked sincerity, he was really sincere. But the old bastard was still in a state of excitement and confusion, and he had not yet recovered from the excitement of obtaining "hope."

And his blabbermouth attitude was also in line with the pirates' style of doing things.

They agreed on the cooperation, but the specific implementation details had to wait until they saw the promised benefits before discussing them in detail.

In short, they wouldn't be at a loss.

"I will bring 100,000 doses of the medicine in a week, which is enough for you to arm an army capable of establishing a country. But Barbosa, I need a deposit first."

The young man threw the devil's box containing 881 cursed coins into his suitcase, and took out fifty vaccines and syringes, as well as a list of supplies needed by Team K as a "gift" and handed them to Barbosa.

He said, "Open your treasure trove to me, and I will pick what I need from it."

"Of course."

Without hesitation, Barbosa took out a brass key from his waist and threw it to Mason. He looked at the long list and said, "I always carry my most precious collection with me, in the bottom compartment of this ship. My esteemed friend, you can take them all away."

Seven days, right?

No problem!

During these seven days, I will do my best to collect the rewards you need on this sea and in my territory."

Mason nodded.

He elegantly left the captain's room with Kite Man, the female pirate Serena, and Jack, who was winking at Barbosa.

As the cabin door closed, the old pirate cautiously picked up the vaccines and syringes in his hand.

He instinctively wanted to give himself a shot, but stopped and looked at his daughter Serena.

A trace of fatherly kindness appeared on his weather-beaten face, but he had been hypocritical for most of his life and had become accustomed to wearing an uncomfortable fake smile.

"Come here, Serena, my good daughter, this is for you and your mentor."

Barbosa picked up two from the gifts he received and handed them to his daughter. He whispered, "I know you need time to accept the truth that you have a pirate father, and I don't expect you to accept me quickly, but I really hope you won't leave me.

This is not just a father's plea, but also for safety reasons.

Before Mason displays his "miracle drug" on a large scale, please don't tell anyone about our transaction, okay? I believe you, as a smart person, can understand my concerns."

"I certainly understand."The young girl in the blue dress did not refuse the medicine handed to her by her "father". She held the cold and futuristic-looking vial, feeling lucky to have survived.

But a few seconds later, as she recalled Mason's actions of putting the test tube into the precise syringe, she said to her pirate father whom she despised, "He said this medicine only has a two-month shelf life. You know what that means? It means he will control you and all the survivors."

"What does that matter, my Serena?"

Barbossa injected the cool liquid into his own bloodstream with a sharp needle, feeling a surge of power in his aged body. He spoke with great confidence.

As the pirate king of the high seas, he put on his tattered hat, held the list in his hand, and sneered, "With the formula for this divine medicine, he can become the king of the end times or even a god, if he wants to. But he has no interest in ruling. All Mason wants is these things, my daughter, or he wouldn't have proposed that ridiculous deal to me. Since he doesn't want to rule, why not let me do it? Don't be fooled by my current appearance, my dear. I was once a fleet commander in England and mingled with those hypocritical circles. I know how a kingdom operates. I know how much those kings have to sacrifice to maintain their rule, and all I have to give up is some wealth and resources."

Barbossa laughed and turned to his daughter, showing off his gold teeth. He said confidently, "My daughter, my Serena, I promise you will become the most powerful princess in this world, and after I die, you will continue to rule the kingdom I built for you."

"But what about the trident of the sea god?" Serena bit her lip and said to her pirate father, "You promised me you would find it before I came aboard your ship. We must find it. We can't rely solely on this medicine."

"Yes, yes, we will find it. We will have enough time to search for it. After the pirate king conference, I will give you a fleet, my daughter." Barbossa made some vague promises to his daughter.

He looked at the delicate test tube in his hand with excitement, already immersed in the fantasy of the bright future he was about to have.

Seeing her short-sighted and greedy pirate father with such an expression, Serena Smith, who had just received the vaccine injection, frowned. She also pondered the direction in which Mason and the others had left. She didn't think her father's decision to rely solely on this medicine was the right choice. Perhaps she should make some preparations privately?

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"Boss, I think one world gate is not enough for me now."On the way back from Queen Anne's Revenge, Kite Man, carrying a bag full of precious items on his shoulder, said to Mason:

"We can get enough manpower here to invest in the development of Hogwarts, but only one World Gate is not enough to meet K Squad's scheduling needs."

"Indeed, I have the same feeling," Mason nodded in agreement.

"Maybe we can contact Mr. Hunter and see if we can find a backdoor. How about your new suit? Is there anything that needs improvement?" Kite Man asked, patting his chest and touching his flight backpack.

"It's great, almost perfect for me," Kite Man replied with a smile.

"But compared to this fully functional new suit, the kite we designed together seems a bit cheap," he added.

"That's what I'm thinking too," Mason agreed. "I think we need to take some time to redesign your kite. In fact, I already have a preliminary idea. Charles, are you interested in becoming K Squad's dedicated engineer outside of being the Scout?"

"Huh? Boss, aren't you an engineer?" Kite Man asked.

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He didn't resist the proposal, knowing that his combat power was far inferior to even the weakest magician, let alone Catwoman. His position was a scout, and his profession was an aerospace designer. Therefore, Mason's request for him to be responsible for logistics was a good career plan for Charles.

But he had been with Mason the longest. He knew that this 17-year-old was a very talented person, and his captain could easily become the best engineer.

"Not only am I an engineer, but also an alchemist," Mason rolled his eyes and sighed. "I will also become a scribe, an enchanter, a blacksmith, and a jewelry master in the future. Do you understand what I mean, Charles? I don't have so much time to specialize in one thing. The advanced equipment from Batman's laboratory needs an engineer like you, who has a background in science."

"I understand," Kite Man nodded and said, clenching his fists. "Then I'll go back and try it out. To be honest, returning to my original job really makes me..."

"Jack! Come back, don't run! You idiot!" Charles' words were interrupted by the noisy sound coming from behind. Mason and Charles turned around and saw Captain Jack Sparrow, who had just been taken off the Queen Anne's Revenge, had jumped into the sea while K Squad was not paying attention. The reckless guy was swimming towards the Black Pearl at super speed, laughing and shouting, "Remember today! You mysterious wizards almost caught the famous Captain Jack! Remember to tell your children this story.""If you can still have children..."

Angelina was anxiously pacing by the pier.

She wasn't angry that Jack had run away again, but worried that this idiot didn't know the strength of the K Squad and was recklessly putting himself in danger.

Mason shrugged and nodded towards Charles who had already opened his kite.

The Kite Man smiled and ran a few steps before taking off. Like a circling bald eagle, he flew low over the sea and then dived towards Jack's ship. In mid-air, he used his hooked grappling gun to catch the pirate, who was equipped with battle clothes and gauntlets. Just like a fish eagle catching a stupid fish, he lifted Jack out of the water and flew quickly to drop him on the beach by the pier.

The dazed captain climbed up, cursing the freak who wanted to run away. But as he got up, he saw a black gun barrel appear in front of him.

Angelina, wearing a skirt, held a sleek black engineering gun that was completely out of place in this era. All she needed to do was pull the trigger and this man's head would explode like a watermelon.

Under the guidance of Ms. Selina in the past few days, she had become very skilled in using the powerful guns that Mason had casually made during his engineering practice.

"Bang!"

The female pirate swung her pistol and hit Jack's forehead with a fierce blow, knocking him to the ground. She then kicked him a few times and pulled him up again, his head bleeding.

She watched as Mason approached with his gun against the back of Jack's head and whispered in a voice only they could hear, "You idiot! They're not as gentle with you as I am! Be good, Jack! Think of it as looking out for your own life. I'm not planning on being a widow yet. Listen to me! Then we can all survive."

"Let him go, Angelina, and remember today. I almost let the famous Captain Jack slip away from me," Mason said in a gentle tone, walking over with his penguin umbrella. He didn't take out any weapons.

He motioned for Jack to take the handkerchief from his pocket and wipe the blood from his forehead.

Dressed in a very pirate-like manner, with the hygiene habits of this era, and with smoky makeup and messy braids adorned with many trinkets, Jack the captain looked at the young man in front of him with a strange expression.

As he wiped the blood, he casually asked, "So, you're the leader? Captain?"

"I didn't have a legendary warship like you did when I was your age, my dear Jack Sparrow. Compared to your magnificent first half of life, I am simply a mediocre example."Mason shook his head and said:

"But I know your story, I know your adventures, I am your super fan. So I think we can have an honest talk and I hope you will join my team.

We urgently need talents like you."

"Haha, then you have to convince me. First of all, what benefits can joining your force bring me?"

Captain Jack put his hand on his waist and looked at the Black Pearl not far away on the sea surface. He touched his beard and said:

"Wealth? No, I don't lack that.

Status? I became a captain in my second year as a pirate.

Women? Tsk tsk, look at Angelina, she is loyal to you but still can't forget me. I have many, many lovers.

I do appreciate you for saving me from Barbossa, my dear Mr. Mason. I can help you find some treasures to repay this favor.

But for a pirate to give up his freedom, your offer may need to be higher."

"I won't promise you anything.

As you said, it's almost impossible to bribe a pirate's freedom. King Dai Ying gave Barbossa a title and power, but he tore up the appointment letter and returned to the sea of plundering, didn't he?

The pursuit of unrestrained chaos and freedom is your nature, and it's something that even death can't take away.

I won't waste my energy on useless work."

Mason took a step forward.

He grabbed the black box hanging from Jack's chest in the gaze of Captain Jack's narrowed eyes, but he didn't take away this magical compass. Instead, he placed it in front of Captain Jack.

The young man looked at the pirate captain and said to him:

"Someone like you cannot be persuaded by language and promises. You only believe in your own eyes! So, use your own eyes to see it, Mr. Sparrow.

Open the compass that you almost threw away!

I should indeed thank this upheaval for preventing you from doing that stupid thing."

Jack glanced at Mason and flicked his orchid finger stylishly to open his compass.

The pointed tip that should have pointed north on the ancient little thing was now spinning wildly like it had entered a chaotic magnetic field.

"It is said that this compass that never points north can show its owner the thing they desire most in their heart. It has played a significant role in your story for many years.

You trust it even more than you trust yourself."

Mason stared at the spinning pointer on the small compass and said to Jack, who was also holding the compass:

"So why not ask your magical compass? Jack, ask it, and see where the only person in this world who can save you from the end of the world is.

See where the last way out in your life, which is already shrouded in despair, confusion, and exhaustion, is?"

Jack Sparrow did not answer.

He just stared at the compass in his hand and asked the question that he had asked countless times in his heart over the past few days.The speed of the compass needle's rotation slowed down, spinning in circles, and finally, under the watchful gaze of Captain Jack's wide eyes, the red-marked pointer stopped right in front of him.

The tip of the needle pointed at the mysterious young man in front of him like a sword, as if marking out a new route for Captain Jack.

Mason revealed a smile that was within his expectations.

He patted the dumbfounded Jack Sparrow on the shoulder and whispered:

"Welcome to join Team K, Sparrow. We'll throw a party for you. But before you meet my other teammates, you'd better take a bath first."