Chapter 293 91. Team K can no longer keep up with the version, and will be called the K Army in the future. Do you understand?

"Okay, leave your contact information. If we have a chance, let's go out and fight for our lives together."

Mason took the initiative to take out the contact device and exchanged numbers with V.

He waved his hands and said:

"Of course, I will offer you a high price next time I ask you to risk your life. If you have nothing to do, I will take your long-legged girlfriend to Gotham. That place will definitely suit your taste.

Say hello to Panan for me, her gun is really good."

Watching Mason and Judy walk into the passage in front of him, V grinned, a blue halo lit up in the depths of his eyes, and after activating the communication, he said to the other side:

"I've tried it for you, Morgan. This guy is just a mechanic. He's not much of a threat. In close combat, you can pull off his head with one hand.

He has a good personality and is a good friend.

Especially when he laughs, it reminds me of Lao Wei and Jack. This guy must be a conscientious person. I like to deal with such people, at least I don’t have to worry about being cheated."

"V! I didn't ask you to do these unnecessary things!"

The roar of the captain of the afterlife team came from the communication, and he scolded:

"Mason is our friend. I have confirmed this. You don't need to test it, you bastard who only adds fuel to the fire! If you have nothing to do, why don't you go to the transfer gate to help?"

"Aren't you afraid that you will be attacked by surprise?"

V snorted, turned over and jumped out of the window. While stretching his body in the not-so-warm sunlight, he took out another katana with a black blade reflecting blue light patterns and carried it behind his back, while saying sternly:

"If you accidentally capsize and get killed, I have to take over this mess. You know I don't like dealing with those bastards, so I naturally hope you live a long life.

You bad old man who doesn’t know good people’s hearts!”

"Dudududu"

Amid V's lingering complaints, Mr. Morgan Blackhand, the captain of the afterlife team who had already met Mason in the secret area, awkwardly pressed the hang-up button.

The tall, legendary old mercenary coughed and said to the expressionless Mason:

"You're laughing at your lack of strict control, Mr. Mason."

"It doesn't matter. I know how bad it is to have a group of players with very 'personality' under my command. My authority as captain among them is almost zero."

Mason reached out to Morgan in front of him with empathy and said:

"What's more, it's not the first time we've met.

Although the previous conversation was interrupted by an unexpected situation, I feel that after so much that happened, Team K and Team Afterlife can completely trust each other."

"That's true."

Captain Morgan smiled, stretched out his hand and shook hands with Mason.

The previous time he watched the holographic projection in the Star Castle, he didn't feel it, but when the two of them actually stood together, Mason realized that Judy's captain was really a "strong man" in every sense of the word.

After several enhancements, Mason's height is close to 1.90, but he is still a head shorter than Morgan Blackhand. Although the latter is no longer young, his tight muscles and military vest make his upper body almost in the shape of an inverted triangle.

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His forearms are as thick as Mason's thighs

When the two hands were held together, Mason suddenly felt like a stupid otaku standing in front of Schwarzenegger.

The most outrageous thing is that if Mason remembers the information about the legendary old mercenary in front of him correctly, this guy should be at least ninety years old, right?

With only a basic prosthetic body installed, and maintaining this posture at this age, it can only be said that the gap between people is really not that big.

As far as Mason is concerned, he feels that at the age of 90, he can ensure that he has to go to the bathroom less often at night and can keep up with Harley when kissing, which is a big victory.

"Don't pay attention to V's little jokes, he just likes to do these things."

After Mason and Captain Morgan exchanged pleasantries, a woman in combat uniform sitting on the other side of the secret area also said to Mason:

"Mr. Hunter will be here at any time. I think there must be something important to discuss between you and him that is not convenient for us to know, so why don't we hurry up.

We need to discuss all the issues that need to be discussed. It is not easy to meet in the parallel world during non-trading days."

This lady is not young anymore.

Her face and figure have obviously undergone corrective surgery to protect her appearance from being greatly affected by time, but her long gray hair and wrinkles around her eyes still represent the traces left by time on her body.

However, the calm demeanor of this old aunt when she spoke proved that she was no ordinary person. At first glance, she was the brain trust and important figure of the Afterlife team.

"Mason, this is Roger."

Judy introduced to her friend in a low voice:

"The most powerful middleman in Night City and even our world, the immortal queen of the mercenary world, the Afterlife team is named after the bar she owns.

She now serves as the intelligence officer and reconnaissance commander of the Afterlife Team."

"The name is so famous that it pierces the ears like thunder."

Mason nodded politely to the old aunt, pulled out a chair and sat next to Captain Morgan. Since she had taken the initiative, he no longer concealed his intention.

He took out the cigarette case and said:

"Originally, I repeatedly invited Captain Morgan for interviews because I wanted to talk about the comprehensive cooperation between Team K and Team Afterlife. I meant cooperation at the alliance level.

But some unexpected events just now made me feel that I must discuss another matter with you first."

Mason picked up the cigarette, glanced at Morgan, then at Roger, and said:

"What I mean is that we'd better determine the answer to this matter before the hunter arrives. It's not complicated to say. You should know that not long ago, there was a vacancy in the A-level twelve-member council."

"Well, we know."

Aunt Rogge hooked her fingers, and Mason threw her cigarette case over with a wink. The latter lit one for himself very elegantly and gracefully, and then leaned on the sofa and blew out a smoke ring like a queen.

Said to Mason:

"According to the information from my informant, the accidental death of 'Blight' Wesker is a mystery, and its answer is sealed in the Isu world that has disappeared from the parallel world system of the Association of Stars.

But I know that Team K also participated in that operation.

So, if my guess is correct, Wesker’s death should have something to do with you?”

Faced with her question, Mason nodded without hiding it.

Such a frank answer made Rogge and Captain Morgan exchange looks.

Unlike support staff like Judy, Morgan and Rogge are both combatants, and they have a good understanding of the combat effectiveness of A-class members of the Association of Stars.

It sounds unbelievable that Team K could do such a thing as a C-class team, but Wesker's death cannot be faked. Even if Mason received some external help, it could not cover up Team K's outstanding performance.

"I just completed my B-level promotion mission, and during this mission, I had a conversation with Mr. Hunter's superior."

Mason blew out a smoke ring and told a long story short:

"In order to win over me, they promised to give the vacant seat to Team K, but I don't want it. Our strength cannot control that position. The only consequence of forcing it up is to be seen by all kinds of people and remembered in their hearts.

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This is not the result I want.

Therefore, taking the opportunity of this conversation, I would like to give this A-level seat to you. Anyway, the Afterlife Team is already in the process of promotion to the A-level Twelve-member Council.

You guys already have ideas, so I might as well be accommodating."

"Uh, wait a minute! Let me take a look."

Captain Morgan touched his head.

He felt that his frontal cortex RAM manager was a little hot. Why did Mason, a C-level employee, talk about the A-level seats coveted by countless people like a cabbage on the street?

Isn't this kind of clenching tone not quite right?

But compared to Morgan's caution, when Old Aunt Roger heard Mason's proposal, her eyes suddenly lit up. She sat up straight, flicked the ashes from her cigarette and said:

"Can you guarantee that the seat will fall into our hands? Is your relationship really that strong?

I heard little girl Judy say that you might be the illegitimate son of a heavyweight in your world, but I wonder if your suspicious father is really a big shot in the higher-level organization, right?"

"I can try to operate it, I don't think it's a big problem."

Mason helplessly glared at Judy, who was covering her face in embarrassment. He shook his head and replied:

"As for who my parents are, I don't know yet, but I'm sure they are not as powerful as you think, Roger. It's just that I have something that the higher-level organization needs, so I can bargain with them.

It's just an A-level seat, which is just a piece of cake for those who are really good at it.

But before we discuss the details, I have one more question to ask you, and I hope you can answer me honestly."

He paused and asked in a thicker voice:

"Team K can't stand the behavior of the Stars Association when it comes to cooperating with hunters. The hunters most likely do this kind of thing for revenge. What about you? Why do you 'collude' with us?

With your ability, you can prosper no matter which faction you switch to, but there is no need to follow our path to the dark side."

"Is this answer important?"

Roger blew out a smoke ring and asked.

Mason nodded, took out the penguin umbrella, and held the golden apple in his hand to make it emit a golden shimmer. Against the backdrop of the light, he said seriously:
To be continued...