Chapter 177 60 Mason Cooper Is Indeed a Vicious Bastard (Sure!)

Chapter 177 60. Mason Cooper is indeed a vicious bastard (sure!)

Mason had been running around during this time, but Poison Ivy, who stayed in Cooper's cabin, wasted no time.

She wasn't just learning alchemy with Mason for fun.

She didn't want to go back to the manic mad woman she once was. If she wanted to control her emotions, she had to learn how to make the three potions.

Thanks to day and night practice and Poison Ivy's powerful manipulation of plants, it's finally time to bear fruit.

Under Mason's watch, Ivy spent thirty minutes starting from the selection of materials to complete the preparation of a tranquilizer, which is the easiest to make among the three mood-related potions.

But she didn't have the help of Mason's manufacturing system. She relied entirely on her own practice to master the skills.

Ivy extinguished the flame of the crucible, put the potion into the crystal bottle with an alchemical spoon, and handed it to Mason with both hands. The anxious expression on her green face was like that of a student who submitted his homework to the teacher for review.

Harley Quinn, who was watching, also covered her mouth and stared at Mason with wide eyes, waiting for his judgment.

She has been with Ivy these days. She knows how hard her best friend works. Although she is going crazy, she still hopes that her best friend can get a "high score" in this "practical assessment".

“The color is correct and the taste is fine.”

Mason sat on a chair and put the medicine handed over by Ivy in front of his eyes to look at it carefully. After a few seconds, he shook the bottle in his hand and said to Poison Ivy:

"But the filtration was not careful enough and sediment appeared, which may affect the final effect of this tranquilizer. But for novices, it is already good to be able to do this.

Next up is the last item, Ivy.

You know, as alchemists, we should have enough confidence in our skills. If you have fully understood the secret of this formula, then you should be aware of the effects of this potion.

so."

Mason handed the potion back to Poison Ivy and said:

"Drink it."

"That's not fair!"

Harley Quinn, who was watching, shook her blond hair in twin ponytails and shouted:

"I haven't seen you drink the potion yourself after making it. Mason, I think you are just making things difficult for Ivy."

"An alchemist who dares not even drink the potion he makes cannot be called a potion maker."

Mason emphasized expressionlessly:

"And I drink a bottle of 'Brown Owl' every morning to ensure my energy for the day. This is not a double standard. How can I safely give something to my companions that I don't dare to drink?"

"Wrong sense!"

Harley snorted and said:

"I also know that you asked Kite Man to help you secretly recruit long-term drug testers in Gotham's minions union. I also joined that union a few days ago!

I also saw the information posted by Kite Man!

Hey, I'll drink it! "

She snatched the potion from Mason's hand, raised her head and drank a bottle of potion before Poison Ivy could stop her. After drinking it, she frowned and pursed her lips, as if she was savoring the taste of the potion.

"Oh, something doesn't seem right."

Harley blinked and said:

"Why is it so bitter? Mason's tranquilizer tastes great like orange, but yours doesn't. Ivy, are you mistaken?"

"Because the taste is also an important part of the potion's effect."

Mason picked up his watch and read the seconds, explaining to Harley Quinn:

"In order to take care of your feelings, I specially added concentrated orange juice to your potion. I know you like this fruit."

"Plop"

Before he finished speaking, Harley Quinn fell to the ground, lying on the ground in a very inelegant posture, buttocks in the air, and soon began to snore.

Mason glanced at the time and said:

"It takes thirteen seconds from drinking to falling asleep. It seems your potion is working well.

I drank a small bottle in one go. I really admire Harley's good appetite. She has drank it so many times. Doesn't she know that the normal dosage of this stuff is calculated in terms of "drops"?

What she just drank was enough for her to sleep for three days.

But this is not a bad thing. Her recent emotional release has been a bit too intense, and she should really calm down and recuperate for a few days. "

"Have I passed the test?"

Poison Ivy waved her hand, and the branches of a potted plant on the table behind her quickly grew and snaked over like a living vine, rolling Harley Quinn up from the ground, and quickly "woven" into a vine under her body. The bed would make her sleep more comfortable.

Ivy raised her head and looked at Mason. The evil alchemist nodded and said:

"You can start trying to make the elation potion. The demulcent potion is the most troublesome part of the process, so leave it to the end. But now that you have started, there are some things I should tell you.

I need your ability to control plants, Ivy.

To be precise, my small organization needs your help. You can understand this as an 'invitation'. I will tell you the specific work when we arrive at our destination.

If you don't have a date tonight, shall we set off now? "

"Harry has been telling me that you must be from a secret organization, and she was pretending to find out your little secret. It seems that she was right.

She is indeed very sensitive in this regard. "

Poison Ivy wasn't too surprised.

She has been "famous" in Gotham for a long time and has been a first-line villain for several years. She has seen a lot. Facing Mason's invitation, she was very calm.

But before leaving, she glanced at Harley Quinn who was sleeping soundly on the rattan bed and said:

"Is it okay to leave her here alone?"

"Let her have a good rest."

Mason took out the invisible cloak and covered Harley with it to prevent her from catching a cold. He took out a black, briefcase-sized drone from his pocket and placed it on the table.

The moment the finger left it, the thing activated and started.

Six X-shaped wings popped out from the back of it and started patrolling in the basement.

After leaving the basement, Mason released the remaining three drones of the same type and asked them to guard Cooper's store. He also placed his bottles and jars behind the counter, which was considered to have completed the defense work.

He turned his head and saw Poison Ivy looking at the drones with a curious look, so he explained:

"This thing is called 'Pterodactyl', a civilian armed drone made with future technology. It is very smart and can scan all life that approaches here. Unauthorized entry will trigger the attack program.

Generally speaking, short-frequency high-voltage stun guns are enough to protect Harley and deal with thieves."

"But there are more than thieves in Gotham."

Poison Ivy sat in the cargo box of Mason's motorcycle, put on a green helmet and said with some concern:

"This city is full of crazy people in strange costumes."

"So I gave them a second-level authorization."

Mason shrugged and said:

"When the stun gun is useless, it will activate the quad-mounted small-caliber riot gun and special paralysis bullets, plus the lethal current attack released when attacked. It should be reassuring, right?

If these are not enough, then they are in When destroyed, it will explode on the spot.

The power is equivalent to the impact of three high-explosive grenades exploding at the same time. Uh, if you are still worried, I can equip this place with a "Griffin" military assault drone.

Its firepower is battlefield-level."

"Enough, enough."

Poison Ivy waved her hands and said:

"Where did you get so many things that sound crazy?"

"Didn't I say it before? I found some very powerful friends this time."

Mason grinned and said:

"These are the "samples" she gave me. When I have time, I can make these equipment on a large scale. When I replace them with my homemade engineering bombs, they will become cute little ones that can make the enemy cry for their parents.

Hold on.

We are going to set off."

The young man twisted the handlebars, letting the motorcycle catapult on the spot and whoosh into the sky.

He was going to take Poison Ivy to Miller Port to cross the World Gate there to the Forbidden Forest, complete the harvest of the potion field, and invite Poison Ivy to be the "gardener" of Team K.

As long as this sister's ability to manipulate plants is used well, Mason will not have to worry about the lack of alchemical materials in the future.

But Cooper's shop is destined to be not quiet tonight.

Just ten minutes after Mason and Poison Ivy left, the sound of motorcycles from far away rang out in the gloomy night of Crime Alley. A bat motorcycle came quickly and stopped in the alley opposite Cooper's shop with a chic turn and elegant precision.

Then, a short figure jumped off the motorcycle.

He was wearing a black cape, a very professional ninja tights, and a domino mask found in the bat cave on his face, covering his eyes and protecting his eyeballs with white goggles.

This guy looked around vigilantly, took a samurai sword from the motorcycle and put it on his back, and took out a lot of scattered throwing knives and flying claws and put them on his body.

After everything was ready, he grabbed a gun and pulled the trigger towards Cooper's store. Three smoke bombs flew into the store, making it shadowy and convenient for his next armed raid.

For Damian Wayne's short life, being defeated by Mason and Catwoman in the Gotham incident half a month ago was definitely a great shame.

He originally wanted to compete with Batman, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even beat the guard.

This made Damian, who had a high opinion of himself, very uncomfortable. He sneaked out of Wayne Manor tonight not to seek revenge, but just wanted to fight with Mason Cooper again to prove that his failure last time was purely due to Mason's "shameless sneak attack".

This sounds like something a child would do if he didn't admit defeat.

But considering that Damian is only eleven years old, it is indeed reasonable.

He took advantage of the smoke bomb to jump into the Cooper's shop on the second floor through the window. He was about to attack Mason, but he suddenly rolled over when he landed.

He accurately avoided the high voltage current from behind.

Having a grandfather who was the king of assassins gave Damian a very solid basic skill. After dodging the first round of attacks, he did not stop. He jumped several times in the smoke and let himself lie in the dead corner of the second floor of the house.

He looked at the attacker.

Then he saw a strange-looking drone hovering in the smoke, which made Damian frown.

"Who would install such an expensive and advanced drone in his home?"

The genuine young master of the Wayne family complained in his heart:

"This Mason Cooper is really not a serious person! There must be many secrets in this house."

As he thought, he threw a dart at the black drone. It pierced the drone's shell with a bang, and then a dazzling electric current jumped up.

Micro EMP impact!

The Wayne family never lacked such gadgets.

Damian thought that such an attack would render the drone ineffective, but he didn't expect that the drone not only withstood the EMP attack but also reacted quickly to re-lock the target.

This time, there was no stun gun for warning. The black shell bounced outward, and the quad-mounted small-caliber riot gun that occupied two-thirds of its body was revealed.

Instantly, a volley of bullets swept over, with terrifyingly high accuracy.

Caught off guard, Da Mi flipped over from the second floor and landed lightly on the first floor. With a swish, he drew out the samurai sword behind him and prepared to chop down the unruly drone.

But when he turned around, he saw three other identical intelligent drones surrounding him from all sides.

At first, they found that Rice's drone shared target data and threat level with them. These little gadgets were not polite. In just a blink of an eye, Mason's small shop was turned into a mess by bullets flying everywhere.

Damian Wayne is really amazing.

Inheriting the excellent blood of the Wayne family and the King of Assassins family, he was not panicked at this critical moment. He waved the sharp blade in his hand and rolled several times with the bulletproof cloak behind him before approaching one of them.

These little things are very fast and extremely flexible. They will not hit obstacles when moving at high speed in a narrow space, but facing the attack of an eleven-year-old assassin master, their program reaction is obviously not fast enough.

At the moment the knife light appeared, the drone in front of him was divided into four.

But before Rice could catch his breath, an extreme sense of threat rose from his heart and rushed into his forehead, causing him to flip his cloak and pounce backwards.

With a loud bang, the drone exploded in a narrow space. Its power shattered all the bottles and jars in the whole hut and pushed Rice headfirst into the wall.

The young man felt dizzy.

Then he saw the remaining three drones forming a "hunting" formation in the smoke and rushing towards him.

Rice also got angry and cursed Gotham in his heart as a ghost place. Even a 17-year-old young man could assemble such a killing machine that was much more advanced than the bat drone.

But with the experience of the first time, it was much easier to deal with the remaining three "pterodactyls".

It took him two or three minutes to kill these troublesome guys. The four consecutive explosions turned Mason's shop into a garbage dump, and the stairs between the first and second floors were broken.

Although Rice was not injured after being bombed four times without any preparation, he was more angry instead of letting go. He felt that he had made the mistake of underestimating the enemy again.

If he had known that Mason was so difficult, he should have done a good job of reconnaissance in advance before coming.

But it has come to this point, it would be too embarrassing to leave like this, so Da Mi decided to continue to break in, but he did not notice that a magic bottle that Mason placed on the counter was affected by the explosion and smashed to the ground.

There was a crisp sound, and then with a low roar, the zombie king King Bing made a brilliant appearance!

This terrifying guy howled and waved his claws and pounced on Da Mi. The fresh blood and flesh stimulated the zombie king's eyes to turn red. The sudden appearance of this big guy scared Damian.

But he was prepared and rushed forward with a long knife without fear.

Five minutes later, Damian, whose clothes were shredded into slag and the samurai sword in his hand was broken, looked fiercely at the zombie king who was suppressed in the ruins behind him by the secret technique of the Assassin's League. He felt that his bones were about to be broken by that thick-skinned bastard.

"You win this time, Mason Cooper!"

Da Mi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staggered with the broken samurai sword, opened the door and prepared to leave, and said harshly:

"I'll show you next time!"

Perhaps the messy house concealed the breath, or perhaps it was because of the "self-explosion war" that had just happened that Da Mi, who had not yet reached the pinnacle of hard work, relaxed his vigilance.

In short, Damian did not notice that a staggering figure behind him was walking out of the basement in a daze with a baseball bat.

"What the hell is going on?"

Harley Quinn, who had drunk a whole bottle of tranquilizer and was sleeping soundly, would be awakened by the explosion that was close at hand.

But at this time, the drug was still taking effect. She was half-dressed in an invisible cloak like a sleepwalker, dragging a baseball bat to open the door of the basement, yawning and looking out.

Then, Harley saw a sneaky short thief holding a knife to pry the door open!

No!

No, how can he pry it out from the inside?

Tsk, never mind!

How dare the damn thief come to Mason's store to make trouble?

Harley yawned, put on the invisibility cloak, and approached Damian who was whispering with a baseball bat in both hands.

When the young man was about to leave the place he had destroyed, there was a loud bang, and Harley's baseball bat hit him hard on the back of his head.

"Damn it! I was tricked!"

This was the last thought of Damian Wayne before he staggered and fainted:

"Mason Cooper! You vicious bastard, I will never forgive you!"