Chapter 294 92. If all members are messing around like you, how can the organization still carry out its work?

When Mr. Hunter used his elusive cross-border teleportation to arrive at Osborne Tower, he saw Mason, who was giving him a headache, chatting happily with the captain of the afterlife team.

Seeing how the two of them were chatting and laughing, people who didn't know would have thought that they were trying to get their way.

By the way, when did the relationship between Team K and Team Afterlife become so good?

Xili looked at the two people in front of her with suspicious eyes.

She doubted whether these two guys had formed some private alliance behind her back. Morgan Blackhand's mercenary character was unlikely to be so blatant in causing trouble, but considering that Mason was here, it seemed that everything could be explained.

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Ever since he recruited Team K, Mr. Hunter has developed this mindset through unexpected events. As long as there is something wrong, Mason is the first person to come to him.

She even suspected that the water in her shower last night was not hot enough because Mason had tampered with her office.

"What are you talking about? Are you so happy?"

Hunter Xili stepped forward and said quietly:

"Suggest I sit in on it?"

"Master Hunter is here. You must have something important to talk about. We, the line-filling soldiers, won't disturb you."

Captain Morgan stood up and laughed. He pretended to glance at the military watch in his hand and said:

"I have to go see the operations at the transfer gate and support other companion teams. I heard that several teams under your command are here to participate in the grand event. There must be a relationship between these companions.

You guys talk first, I’m leaving.”

He said goodbye to the hunter in a friendly way, and Old Aunt Rogge beside him also nodded slightly, and then quickly left with Judy. The secret place that was lively just now and chatting about the past in Night City suddenly became quiet.

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This makes Mr. Hunter suspect that he is an unpopular bad guy.

But she did nothing.

Well, so this must be all Mason Cooper's fault!

"Sit down, what do you look like standing there?"

Mason took the initiative to stand up and pull out a chair for Mr. Hunter, but the latter did not sit down but leaned against the table, crossed his arms and stared at Mason.

The Alice sword she used to disguise herself was "grabbed" by the bad guy Mason in the name of doing a mission. Team K never said anything about returning it, and she didn't take the initiative to ask for it.

So now she is using a black two-handed sword, which is carried behind the black robe.

Mason obviously recognized the sword.

If he remembered correctly, this sword should be called "Jiweier", which means "swallow" in the Elvish language. It was also a witcher coming-of-age gift given to her by the old witcher Gay Luotuo.

"What? Isn't it enough to take my sword? Are you going to take my sword with you?"

Mason's eyes were quickly sensed by Shirley, and the hunter said unhappily:

"What on earth did you talk about with Old A? Why did there be such a big fight? I have never seen Quint being so aggressive. He also told me to put down everything I was doing and come here immediately to receive what you have in hand.

They even sent people to wait at the Star Castle to escort it back.

It seems like you really found something amazing."

"I've told you, don't ask, don't cause trouble for yourself, this thing is really hot."

Mason took out a very special box from his luggage.

The beating yellow lightning on its surface is like a magic lock. This is the seal of the Speed ​​Force to ensure that the matrix blueprint stored in this box cannot be cracked at will.

He handed the box to Shirley, who took it in his hand and threw it into his luggage without turning around and leaving. This action made Mason raise his eyebrows in surprise and said:

"Didn't you say that someone is waiting at the Star Castle? If you don't send it back quickly, your boss will be anxious."

"I just want to chat with you a little more, what? Don't you want to?"

Shirley moved her neck and said:

"As for this support operation, you have also seen that I have sent all the forces at my disposal here. Although it is nominally a taboo transfer order from a higher-level organization, all the procedures have been followed.

But this is equivalent to them taking the initiative to disclose the hidden power of Quint in the Association of Stars. I think Old A must not have done this just because of your coercion.

I think there is a deeper meaning behind his actions."

"Oh, I understand."

Mason sat on the chair and nodded. He looked at Shirley and said:

"Are you going to let me analyze it for you?"

Shirley didn't answer.

But her silence itself was the answer.

This is the direction that Mason hopes to see. He had previously told Shirley to discuss it with him before doing anything. Seeing that his boss actually did this, Mason was naturally happy to use his brain.

He took out a bottle of Brown Owl and poured it into his mouth to shake his tired spirit. Then he rubbed his forehead and said to Shirley:

"This means that our 'lurking' phase is over, and we must act openly and openly next! If you follow my thoughts, I will tell you that this is a sign that Quint intends to formally intervene in the power structure of the Star Council.

Maybe they asked you to lurk and act invisibly because of their own lack of strength.

But after accepting the old Green Goblin's vote of rebels who were lurking in various institutions throughout the Hope Council, their size quickly increased.

Speaking of which, do you know Old A’s status in the Hope Council?”

Mason asked, and Shirley hesitated for a moment, nodded and said:

"I know that he is one of the permanent directors, and he happened to be the rotating speaker recently because he was very worried about the third impact."

"This is it."

Mason nodded and said:

"I learned some inside information from the conqueror I captured before. He told me that after the third impact, the weak worlds that could be plundered at will have basically been eliminated, and the remaining ones are hard bones.

As the pioneers and pioneers of the Council, the stars will face a very serious situation in the future, and we may suffer continuous losses.

You see, I'm used to thinking about things from a dark perspective.

If I were to handle this matter

I will let other teams move and save my own people, so that in the severe situation of massive losses, those pioneers who don't want to be used as cannon fodder can only move closer to me if they want to survive.

In this way, the lower-level pioneers will gradually be controlled, and if they find ways to operate at the top, it may only take a few months to seize control of the Stars Association.

At least it’s some control.”

Having said this, he stopped and looked at the thoughtful Shirley. After giving the latter a few seconds to sort out his thoughts, he expressed his conclusion.

"So, Lao A takes this opportunity to let you and us stand upright to express an attitude to everyone in the Stars Association.

That is to say, they have a new choice, and they can turn to us when they can't survive in the original faction.

The choice doesn't matter yet.

But as long as things change, given the cunning and greedy nature of the pioneers of the Society of Stars, Quint's power in the Society of Stars will grow rapidly.

This is a conspiracy.

You don't have to worry about being feared by warlocks or swordsmen because of this. Unless the forces behind them want to provoke a sharp struggle at the top, they will just pretend they don't see it.

I'm not talking nonsense or deceiving you, Xili, I have evidence."

Mason stood up, approached Ciri, and whispered:

"Old A promised to give me the vacant A-level seat when he talked to me. He is already planning to fill the Twelve-member Council with his own people. Has he told you about this?"

Shirley was stunned for a moment, then shook her head.

She said hoarsely:

"I originally planned to give that seat to the Afterlife Team."

"Then give it to them."

Mason smiled and said:

"I have negotiated with Morgan Blackhand. I don't want that seat. You can make the decision to promote him to the Council of Twelve. The Afterlife Team will compensate me privately."

"Um?"

Mason's words made Ciri hesitate for a moment, and the Great Master of Exploration said softly:

"He said he would give it to you. Will your refusal so readily cause you trouble? Didn't you say before that this B-level promotion mission was because they wanted to beat you?"

"Trouble? No, I won't be in trouble."

Mason shook his head, patted Shirley on the shoulder, and said meaningfully:

"Because this is your decision and it has nothing to do with me.

As the exploration master of the Star Club, you have the responsibility to consider the development of the organization. You must strictly control the most elite seats and resources and not waste them on low-level personnel like me who always like to cause trouble.

No matter from the perspective of strength, experience and loyalty, Team Afterlife is much more suitable than Team K.
To be continued...