Thirty minutes later, the refreshed Catwoman walked briskly into the Batcave's armory.

She said to Mason, who was busy at the workbench:

"Your medicine is as magical as ever. Grayson has woken up, and Afuo has fixed two Batmobiles. Bruce keeps sending messages. He has already instigated conflicts between the super villains and the assassin alliance.

Arkham is about to descend into chaos and civil war. We should also set off."

"Just a moment."

Mason, without even turning his head, said:

"I'll be ready soon."

"Click."

A few seconds later, the sound of a tight spring echoed. Mason released his hands and stretched his neck, then picked up the handgun he had just assembled on the workbench and threw it to Catwoman behind him.

Selina caught it and took a glance, frowning:

"What is this thing? It feels like a freak born from the drunken union of a revolver and a shotgun."

"I think as the future mistress of the Wayne family, you should use more precise and refined words. Your words will corrupt the children."

Mason quipped.

He looked at the strange handgun in Catwoman's hand. After a few seconds, the young man sighed and said:

"But I have to admit that your sharp evaluation makes sense."

The handgun in Catwoman's hand was obviously an "improved version" of a short-barreled explosive handgun, or a modified version.

Apart from the name, the two things were completely different.

The loading structure of the original shotgun was changed by Mason into a large revolving chamber, and the double-barreled structure was changed into a single barrel. The short barrel was slightly extended, making it look like a classic revolver.

But the caliber was astonishingly large.

This thing still used unique-head bullets or large deer bullets, with undiminished deterrence but an exceptionally bizarre interior.

Fortunately, because the weapon accessories used by Batman were all top-quality and ruthless, this theoretically almost unusable weapon became a reality.

"It's too heavy and not very suitable for my close combat style."

Selina lifted the "hand cannon" and made a few aiming movements. She reluctantly handed it back to Mason, shaking her head:

"I can see that you put a lot of thought into it, but I need a lighter and more portable weapon."

"Understood. I will make one for you later."

Mason was not disappointed either. He skillfully ejected the chamber of the gun and loaded six cursed unique-head bullets into it using a quick loader, then casually flicked it, and the chamber clicked back into place.

Because all the weapons used standardized modules, this black short-barreled explosive handgun, improved version, had a square and angular style, lacking the previous rough and wild feeling but gaining a minimalist industrial style.

Although the single barrel lacked the rough and wildness of the previous double-barreled design, this thing, which was two sizes larger than a normal revolver, still had an overwhelming deterrent when held in hand.

If someone pulled out this thing in a street gunfight, they would instantly become the most eye-catching person in the crowd.

Mason didn't dislike this style.

He even added a Picatinny rail to the gun so that it could mount more tactical accessories. In "slang," this thing had been enhanced to the top level.

When Mason held it, an information label instantly popped up:

Short-barreled explosive handgun, improved version

Quality: Excellent engineering item, outstanding craftsmanship

Weapon traits: Explosive, quick reload, modular, durable

Creator: Mason Cooper

Item description: You don't need to be so attentive to the initial weapon, right? You're a bored engineer.

Tip: Successfully completing the production of an excellent quality, outstanding craftsmanship engineering item, Engineering skill proficiency increased by X40...

"I think it's actually pretty good."

Mason inserted his new gun into the weapon slot on his right waist, then took out two similarly square and angular modular black long guns from the workbench behind him.

Like this short-barreled explosive handgun, the explosive shotgun and explosive hunting rifle had also been completely transformed by Mason's ingenious ideas, and they were equipped with some tactical components that looked formidable, giving them a "professional" style.

Especially the precisely calibrated explosive hunting rifle.

Mason installed an advanced intelligent scope made by Wayne Industries Military Research and Development Laboratory, which ensured precise target acquisition at a distance of 2000 meters.

However, using this high-precision and cutting-edge equipment required practice. Mason estimated that he would need some time to familiarize himself with its operation.

This time, he didn't give a name to this new creation.

"Old K" was still the eternal name of his favorite gun. Mason needed to acquire his desired "dream gun" first.

He attached a square engineering suppressor to the muzzle of the explosive hunting rifle, then put it in his bag. He also slung the square and angular combat shotgun, which looked like a black box with a handle, on his back. He went to the bullet production line and packed several boxes of high-explosive and armor-piercing bullets into his bag.

Then, he rubbed his chin and thought for a moment, and unceremoniously put the entire production line into his suitcase.

Catwoman shook her head repeatedly as she watched this scene.

Selina sarcastically said:

"Can't you change your mischief partner? You took Bruce's laboratory and Batmobile, you looted his collection room, and now even the armory has fallen into your hands."

"What you're saying doesn't make sense."

Mason, continuously taking various functional explosives from the master's armory, retorted:

"Why don't you mention that I brought the K Squad here to help selflessly without asking for any compensation? Your boyfriend doesn't even care about these small losses, so stop complaining.

Men, who doesn't have dreams of getting something for nothing?"

As he spoke, Mason threw a combat belt filled with various combat accessories to Catwoman and said:

"Let Grayson prepare for departure. We'll leave in five minutes."After speaking, he quickly walked out of the Bat Cave's armory, glanced nervously at Alfred, who was busy in front of the Bat Computer, and then stealthily walked towards the outside of the Bat Cave.

The toxic gas on the road leading to the entrance had dissipated, and Mason took out a special vial to collect some samples of the toxic gas that had accumulated on the ground.

When he appeared outside the devastated Bat Cave, a mass of mud that had been floating in the water immediately "stood up" and transformed into a muddy face with blurred features in front of Mason.

"I did it, I fulfilled my promise! Those bat people have been driven away, and so have the Asas who have been buried underground! I offended those bastards for your sake, and now I have to run away!

It's all your fault!"

The muddy face shouted angrily, "It's time for you to fulfill your promise!"

"Why are you shouting so loudly?" Mason wiped off the mud splatters on his face.

He glanced at this emotionally unstable guy and casually released the Devil's Box from his suitcase, opening it in front of the muddy face.

The magnificent and chilling curse emitted by the pile of devil coins stacked together made this powerful super villain retreat several steps in fear.

He didn't expect Mason to have so many of these terrifying things?

This young guy must be an immortal evil wizard in disguise!

Definitely!

In that instant, the muddy face defined Mason.

"If necessary, I really want to shoot every troublemaker in Gotham with this thing, it will definitely make you all stay where you should be."

Mason pointed to the Devil's Box and said, "Repent with your own blood and return the cursed metal. Then your curse will be lifted."

"Blood?" The muddy face had already transformed into two hands made of mud, ready to throw the cursed metal into the box, but froze in place when he heard Mason's words.

He pondered for several seconds before grumbling, "Look at my current appearance, where is there any blood left?"

"Um, pure mud might work too."

Mason looked at the guy in front of him, who was entirely made of flowing mud. It was indeed difficult for him to extract blood. So the young man rubbed his chin and said, "I need the kind of mud that originates from your true self, not the stuff you enriched yourself with water and soil. The purer the mud, the better the effect.

And don't even think about returning your 'blood' to the Devil's Box and then taking it back. That will only make you suffer from a more severe curse."

"Ah! Damn it! I hate this kind of deal."

The irritable muddy face cursed again.

Mason couldn't see the expression on the flowing mud clearly, but he could be sure that this request must have made this super villain, who was tormented by the curse, very distressed.

Like a little girl, he stretched out his flowing fingers and mixed three drops of pure brown mud into the cursed metal before throwing it into the Devil's Box.

As three golden mud bullets fell and made a crisp sound, the muddy face suddenly felt a great relief in his spirit.

The cold power left him, and there were no more murmurs in his ears, nor various horrifying scenes in front of his eyes.

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It was as if his life, full of darkness and violence, had received some kind of "forgiveness" at this moment.

"I'm free! I'm finally free!"

This guy shouted with joy, raising his hands towards the sky in a classic Shawshank Redemption pose.

99.9% imitation!

It was said that the muddy face used to be an outstanding horror movie actor before turning into a monster, so it was no wonder that he occasionally made some strange moves.

After shouting with joy for a while, he took a few steps back, looked at Mason vigilantly, and quickly transformed himself into a stranger's appearance under the young man's gaze, except for his slightly dark skin color, he looked almost exactly like an ordinary person, even his clothes changed.

He stared at Mason fiercely and said, "But I won't go back to that ghost place Arkham. I'm leaving, don't follow me, evil wizard! I'm prepared, your tricks won't work on me anymore."

"That's what we agreed on, Muddy Face."

Mason put his hand on the Blast Fist Cannon at his waist and said calmly, "You promised me that you would serve your sentence in Arkham, and I thought the prominent villains in Gotham would have a little bit of contractual spirit."

"I can change the deal. I can give you an offer you can't refuse, and I know you will accept it!"

The muddy face grinned, imitating the posture of The Godfather and even creating a cat with mud in his arms. This hardcore cosplayer stomped on the ground and said in a cunning tone, "Let me tell you a secret, wizard. The Assassin's League has sent more than just a few of us to assist the raging Bain. They have also sent that walking corpse.

Yes, Solomon Grandi.

But that guy never showed up.

He ran away!

And I heard him say when he escaped that he wanted to master the power of these zombies. You know, he was originally a resurrected zombie, so he is not afraid of being infected by the zombie virus.

You don't want to see Gotham, which you worked so hard to save, destroyed by a lunatic who hates life, do you?

I can help you find him.

Even help you catch him, in exchange for reducing my sentence."

"Not a bad proposal."

Mason thought for a moment and said with a sneer, "As you wish, I accept this proposal. But you should talk to Batman yourself when he returns. I won't be involved in this anymore. Goodbye, Muddy Face."

"Hmph, hypocrite."

The muddy face cursed and turned into a mass of mud, quickly disappearing into the damp ground.

After he left, Mason looked at the two bullets that had not deformed in the Devil's Box. He took them out, reloaded them into the cartridge, and glanced at the small mass of mud trembling in the pile of devil coins.They were the 'blood' of Clayface, naturally possessing the supernatural power of Clayface to transform into mud, but due to the curse, they were severed from their original body.

They had become independent entities.

However, this was clearly not enough to give birth to wisdom, but it didn't matter, Mason had plenty of time to cultivate his own 'slime monster'.

"I'm going to call you 'Kevin'."

Mason reached out to the little slime trembling in the devil's gold coin, letting it stagger 'crawl' into his palm. He stared at it and said:

"It is said that every apprentice of the Plague Alchemist in the Withering Secret Institute of Madroxas should have their own slime assistant. Therefore, with you, I am complete, my little darling."

"Hey! If you keep talking to a lump of mud, I'm going to consider booking you a room in Arkham Asylum."

Catwoman's voice came from behind.

She said:

"We're leaving. The next break into Arkham will be very dangerous, Mason, if you don't want to participate, you can leave with Scarecrow first.

I won't despise or look down on you because of this."

Selina moved her lips and said:

"After all, this is the Bat family's business, you guys have already helped enough as friends."

"No, of course I'm going."

Mason touched his briefcase, he said:

"Look at how much 'reward' I've taken, this is what I owe them. If I don't repay this favor, I won't feel at ease. Besides, isn't there still the K squad doing things there?

As pure newcomers like us, we should learn more from the older brothers about their style of doing things, and observe how they attract disasters.

I think this will definitely benefit our future career."

As he spoke, Mason brought the tattoo on his left arm close to the lapel pin at his collar. When the eye of the Hell's Eye lapel pin opened, he said to the other side:

"John, are you ready?"

"Wait!"

Constantine's voice sounded as distant as if it came from another world, he said listlessly:

"Let me memorize these damn lines first."