In the Marvel Universe: I can summon items from all dimensions.

Chapter 92 Things have come to this point, the only option is to call for reinforcements.

After finishing their work, Makoto Kyogoku looked back and saw that not only Mason and Shuichi Akai, but also several other people were sticking their heads out of the room, all looking on in amazement.

Snap, snap—

Mason clapped his hands twice, and the others, especially the mischievous Yukiko Kudo, joined in. The narrow corridor was filled with applause, which made Makoto Kyogoku a little embarrassed.

"It's not that bad, it's not that bad."

He waved his hand, then scratched his head and looked at Mason: "I understand your point now. If it were anyone else, they would have to run away if they encountered an opponent like this, unless they had laid an ambush beforehand."

"Why would you doubt me in a place like this?!"

Mason curled his lip, then walked over and poked the fallen cyborg with the muzzle of his gun, casually asking, "So, are you sure you really took this thing down? Don't blame me if he comes back to life later, or I won't have warned you beforehand."

"If I hit the diaphragm with my full force, no matter how powerful the creature is, it will be unable to breathe for at least a period of time."

Makoto Kyogoku said with considerable confidence, "In the meantime, finding a sufficiently sturdy restraint to tie him up should be considered a successful arrest."

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A sense of unease flashed through Mason's mind.

It wasn't that he didn't believe in Kyogoku Makoto's martial arts skills, but rather that the cyborgs produced by this brewery were shrouded in too many mysteries. Although they couldn't survive being disassembled into parts like he could, could the physical impact on their respiratory system really knock them out completely?

It seems a bit questionable.

"How about we make another one—"

Out of unease, Mason subconsciously gave a warning, but as the saying goes, don't plant flags you shouldn't plant. Before he could finish speaking, he saw something flying towards his face out of the corner of his eye. Because it was too close, he didn't have time to react until a powerful force, as heavy as being hit by a car on the street, hit his cheek and sent him flying. Only then did he realize what had happened.

This is the second time, you bastard!

With a loud crash, Mason bounced twice off the corridor wall like a three-dimensional pinball before smashing through a door. He was then buried in a pile of wood shards and looked like he was going to die.

As expected, right? When a character can be injured easily but doesn't die, the writers and authors will have him die in a moment of indecision to show the enemy's pressure. Wolverine and Deadpool are this type of characters. Since he's involved with the X-Men, Mason obviously can't escape this fate either.

"Konek!"

Vermouth was so startled by this sudden scene that she blurted out her true voice. Apart from Shuichi Akai, who immediately drew his gun and emptied the magazine of the cyborg, everyone else was stunned for a moment.

The bullets struck the cyborg's body, scattering blood everywhere. Several of them even hit him directly in the head, but it was clearly to no avail.

The cyborg straightened up with the speed of a spring, and his muscles twisted and swelled like worms. In less than three seconds, his body had grown to a size larger, and the color of his skin had changed to a grayish-black similar to rock.

If I had to describe it, it's somewhat similar to the Tyrant from Resident Evil, but for some reason, it has two sharp things protruding from its forehead—are they horns?

"It can even transform twice!"

Yukiko Kudo couldn't help but make this comment.

"Isn't this normal?" a voice chimed in, nonchalantly. "This guy looks like a powerful elite monster; isn't it a classic RPG trope for him to transform halfway through a fight?"

Everyone in the room turned around in unison, only to see that Mason had gotten up at some point and was standing calmly in the corridor as if nothing had happened.

Yukiko Kudo, Ai Haibara, and Conan all couldn't help but scream in surprise.

However, Mason didn't care!

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect. Ever since he realized that it didn't matter if he was headless, Mason decisively put aside his concerns. In principle, if his head were cut off, he might still be able to wriggle it around with his neck muscles. Apart from not being able to speak because he didn't have vocal cords and lungs, it would probably be no different from when it was still attached to his neck.

—Tsk, it's one thing to have such a strong ability, but it feels like the more you use it, the less sanity you lose.

Incidentally, Mason still doesn't understand why Cecilia's memories are still a mess. If he had to speculate, he could only think that it might be a side effect of time travel.

"Huh?" Conan was stunned. "You're not—"

Mason shrugged. "What's the big deal? Didn't you know I wouldn't die so easily?"

"But your head wasn't turned into a compressed biscuit last time!"

"A headshot is a headshot, and death is death. Please don't confuse the two," Mason replied matter-of-factly. "Great Detective, times have changed. Throw away your outdated knowledge system, or you'll be surprised in the future."

As we all know, when someone types this symbol, it doesn't mean there's something wrong with them, but rather that they feel something else is wrong.

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Not only Conan, but also Ai Haibara and Shuichi Akai, who was glancing back out of the corner of his eye, were all stunned by Mason.

This is quite normal. After all, compared to an enemy who can transform twice, it's more terrifying to have a companion whose head is smashed open but then seems to be fine a few seconds later.

The purity of the immortality has been greatly improved (Appreciation)!

"Are you sure you want to keep staring at me like this instead of going to support Mr. Kyogoku who's fighting on the front lines?"

Mason gestured with his chin toward the end of the corridor: "—Well, he doesn't seem to really need any help."

As Mason said, after being startled by the cyborg's second transformation, Makoto Kyogoku immediately rushed forward and delivered two powerful punches to the cyborg before he could fully stand up. This time, the punches were even stronger than the last, instantly sending the cyborg flying like a cannonball. The cyborg crashed through the walls of the hotel's mezzanine, leaving the left half of the third floor in a mess and teetering on the verge of collapse.

"This situation————"

Shuichi Akai wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said through gritted teeth, "Let's retreat first, otherwise we might become an obstacle for Mr. Kyogoku."

"Let's do it this way."

Yusaku Kudo nodded immediately, then asked Ai Haibara, "Are there any other people around the inn?"

"At least not within the range that the camera can capture," Haibara replied.

"Good, let's retreat through the emergency exit." Kudo Yusaku walked out of the room, waving and calling out, "Hurry! Otherwise, it'll be troublesome if the load-bearing wall collapses!"

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The strategy was quite reasonable, so Mason, who had originally planned to continue watching the fun, abandoned his playful intentions and walked directly to the front of the group, spreading his hands and saying, "Let me lead the way. Who knows if there's anyone else? You can't keep living like me even if your heads are cut off."

This was no time for idle chatter. Upon hearing their decision, Makoto Kyogoku simply said, "Go!" and rushed into the rubble to continue fighting the cyborgs.

Amidst the smoke and dust, a loud crash was heard as the third-floor floor collapsed, shifting the battle to the second floor. Meanwhile, Mason and the others had already evacuated the hotel through the emergency exit.

Of course, they didn't head towards the front door. After all, the commotion inside the hotel, resembling a demolition, would definitely attract a lot of attention. If a large group of people rushed out of the hotel, who knows how much unnecessary attention they would attract? If it were filmed by concerned citizens and uploaded online, and then seen by the distillery staff, that would be bad.

What? You're saying the people at the brewery wouldn't be so bored as to scroll through short videos online? How naive. They even watch the Miss Japan beauty pageant. It's normal for a few of them to be addicted to the internet, right?

As he descended the stairs, Shuichi Akai first contacted the FBI agents stationed a street away via walkie-talkie, instructing them to send a vehicle to pick him up immediately. He then notified the combat troops transferred from the Okinawa base to provide immediate support should the situation turn against them, while the others each had their own tasks to perform.

For example, Conan shot a tranquilizer dart in the direction of the cyborg before leaving—actually, it was just a ruse, since the cyborg had already fallen to the second floor as the floor collapsed. But he couldn't just run away without doing anything, so shooting a dart was a way of honoring the Emperor's seal.

Yukiko Kudo, disguised as her eldest son, carried Vermouth, disguised as Shiho Miyano, on her back and ran as fast as she could. Her physical fitness was truly impressive; even carrying someone, she ran faster than her husband.

As for Mason, who was at the very front, he was prepared to be attacked from who-knows-where and killed on the spot. Selling blood and being a target was not shameful.

And so, a large group of people arrived at the back door, preparing to evacuate through the alley behind the hotel.

But just before leaving, Mason reached out and stopped the others.

"Are you sure there's really no one outside?"

He asked this question.

"I can't confirm." Although Haibara was quite afraid of him, she still forced herself to speak, "The camera's field of view is limited."

"I can't confirm that either."

Shuichi Akai added, "The FBI's surveillance scope has its limits, and no one can confirm what abilities those cyborgs possess."

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Mason paused for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter twice.

Vermouth frowned in confusion and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"Ha!" Mason said with great arrogance, "I laugh at Gin Rum for being utterly incompetent! If a force were to ambush us in this alley and surround us, then even if we weren't completely wiped out, we would at least suffer heavy losses!"

Yes, that's right. This kind of prediction came true not long ago, so saying it again now seems a bit like asking for trouble. But do you even know what "show effect" means?

You know, there's the story of Olga, who was shot in the back as soon as she left home, but eventually became an eternal legend in the world of meme videos with her song "Flower of Hope". Mason had already guessed before he left home that this escape would not go smoothly - after all, the soldiers sent by the brewery were blown up by him in a few minutes last time. After suffering such a big loss, they couldn't possibly have made no progress, right?

At the very least, they wouldn't have sent just one pursuer—anyone with a brain would have added more manpower after knowing that their predecessors had died at lightning speed, unless there were only two cyborgs of that caliber, which is impossible no matter how you look at it.

Since we're going to get stabbed whether we stick our necks out or not, why not create more entertainment value?

In this way, even if someone gets punched and sent flying against the wall to become a meat patty as soon as they step out the door, because the flag was planted beforehand, the recap will be full of humor, which is the so-called "self-effect".

"Although I haven't experienced it firsthand—" Conan swallowed hard, "it seems like anyone who dares to say something like that is about to get into trouble!"

"Hmph, watch me break this theorem and show you!"

Mason smiled smugly, then pushed open the door and stepped out.

—So, to be fair, given the atmosphere, even if there were no ambushes originally, shouldn't two of them have appeared out of thin air to support Mr. Mei?

So, less than a second after he stepped outside, Mason suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, followed by a delayed gunshot.

Mason looked down and saw a large hole diagonally in his chest, blood gushing out like a fountain. His lungs, heart, and sternum were destroyed in an instant. The good news was that his spine seemed to have barely remained intact, so he could still stand in place despite his injuries.

But the enemy won't only have one bullet.

About a second after the bullet pierced his chest, another bullet whistled through him, penetrating his shoulder and continuing down to his ribs, blowing off one of his arms. His torso barely retained its shape, and the inside was almost entirely turned into a mushy mess.

There's nothing we can do about that.

He used light energy to repair his body as he collapsed straight down.

"Waaaaaaahh ...

"Retreat! Retreat!" Shuichi Akai said decisively. "There's a sniper! Retreat now!"

Without hesitation, he took out his walkie-talkie and notified the FBI and the combat team of the news.

Based on the direction and angle of the bullets, he roughly deduced the sniper's location: a building a few hundred meters away. In a war zone, artillery or aircraft would have been bombarding the area within three thousand seconds. But this was a civilized world, so he could only use a very laborious and inefficient method like checking water meters.

Just then, heavy footsteps came from the other end of the alley, exactly like the guy who was fighting or being beaten up by Kyogoku Makoto.

Mason turned his head and, sure enough, a burly cyborg was approaching him.

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Distillery, you son of a bitch!

The light energy replenishment is not yet complete, and the high-powered weapons (referring to RPGs) have not been replenished either. The big guy who could single-handedly smash this kind of cyborg into a pulp is still smashing another pulp, while the group behind him—not that they are weak, but the current situation is like a scholar encountering a soldier, with no room for them to perform.

Am I left to rely solely on myself?

However, there was a bit of a problem. Neither Flash nor Thunder Orb had any real killing power. Last time, I managed to kill him before he could use his second phase, but this time there wasn't that kind of opportunity to deal damage. Although I could try to control him and drag him out until Kyogoku Makoto came over, the timing wasn't so easy to grasp.

Since things have come to this point, we have no choice but to resort to that one move.

Mason's eyes narrowed, and he immediately focused his attention on the Mercenary's Book's communication platform.

Call for reinforcements, call for reinforcements decisively.

Although the opportunity to call for reinforcements is precious, it's safer to do it this way compared to the current crisis—after all, who knows if a few more pursuers will appear later? One or two are easy to deal with, but if four, five, or even seven or eight come at once, not only him, but everyone present except for Makoto Kyogoku will probably perish here.

After all, it was a mess I made myself, so given the circumstances, I guess I have to clean it up myself.

The world of thought operated at its usual rapid pace. While the cyborgs were making great strides, Mason had already entered the forum platform of the Book of Mercenaries and begun looking for suitable and affordable employees.

On the Mercenary's Book platform, not only employers can post, but mercenaries can also proactively post their personal information and wait for people who need it, which is very user-friendly.

I browsed through a group of posts from high-reputation mercenaries, and found that many of them could easily solve the current predicament.

The fantasy-themed units include the [Flame Demon Legion] and the [Yellow Turban Warriors], while the sci-fi-themed units include the [Terminator T-3000] and the [Nanoscale Von Neumann Machine]. There are even some hero units that Mason has heard of selling their labor here, but the bad news is that they all ask for prices so high that Mason feels his pockets are empty.

As the saying goes, you get what you pay for, and there's nothing that can be done about it. After all, Mason is just a newcomer who hasn't really made much money.

After searching for a long time, Mason finally found someone who should be able to solve the current crisis.

[Shadow of the Spirit Origin]