Chapter 309 8 The Black Guy Wandering Around Gotham in the Late Night May Not Be Batman, but May Be

Chapter 309 8. The black guy wandering around Gotham in the middle of the night may not be Batman, he may be.

"The Hal Jordan who was brought back actually became a Green Lantern! But there's something wrong with his oath and suit. As expected of the Green Lantern Corps, the probability of 'mutated species' appearing is much higher than that of other lantern groups. many."

On the top floor of the Afterlife Bar, the busy Mason did not forget to observe the two green lights flying and chasing each other at the end of the sky.

Although the drone was not released to watch the whole process of Hal's transformation in the different world, for his Isu perception, which is currently being explored, it is still difficult to hear the sound if there is only one floor. Very relaxing.

At this moment, he was both happy that Hal's "job change" was successful, and also slightly troubled that this guy had attracted the attention of Hal in this world.

The original plan was to put him into the old man's covert operation as an assistant.

Now that everything is exposed, how can you hide it?

But if you think about it carefully, Green Lantern's fighting style and his abilities are really not suitable for sneaky actions.

Leaving aside the fact that such a large group of green light is easy to detect, this model of drawing power from the emotional spectrum is inherently a very "idealistic" power, resulting in the Lanterns' upper and lower limits being quite astonishing.

These guys are notoriously unstable.

When it is strong, it can ignite the sun. When it is weak, the lamp ring can be stolen quietly by the master. This happened three times.

Therefore, instead of forcing him to hide in the shadows, it is better to let him act openly and to divert the attention of the informants when necessary.

Only in this way can things done openly and secretly cooperate with each other.

On the contrary, Hal Jordan did not arrive here through the gate of the world. He will have nothing to do with the stars. His identity is currently only known to Xiao Shen. He is quite free in this world, being an elusive lone ranger hero and always ready. Free agents to support any action are also pretty good.

Thinking of this, Mason sent a message to Hal Jordan, and then stopped caring about the "playfulness" between the Lanterns.

He returned his attention to the making of the inscription at hand.

Already at his feet were more than half a box of Dark Moon cards and some processed Isu jewelry. They were by-products of inscription-rushing skills. They were of low grade and were mainly used by the servant army being formed.

He wanted to extract the world coordinates on the Weapon

The Isu ghost Consus hovered next to Mason, guiding him in the engraving of primary Isu inscriptions and explaining to him how these inscriptions worked.

In fact, if you calculate carefully, Mason has quite a lot of knowledge in this area.

He has mastered more than a dozen scattered inscriptions from the Asgardian domain, and the inscriptions from the Olympus gods from Paradise Island have also been basically collected due to Zha Kang's search in the old man's world.

However, the entry level difficulty of these divine inscriptions is at Level 6, so it is not yet possible to count on them.

"You've mastered it, my brother."

After Mason completed the inscription imprinting again quickly and well, Consus praised:

"Your craftsmanship is comparable to the best inscription craftsmen in Feiyan City. You are worthy of inheriting the knowledge of the 'divine craftsman'. I don't think you need to try the production of these individual inscriptions now. Try the more difficult ones." Make something.

golden apple.

Or biological bait.

They are all the masterpieces of the Isu inscription system. Being able to make the finished product with your own hands means that your craftsmanship will reach a new level. "

"It's not impossible to arrive."

Mason shrugged, glanced at the Isu talent [Forger] on the character card, and found that the latter's upgrade requirement of making 2,000 Isu creations had reached 1,827 over time.

If you work hard in the next few days, you might be able to upgrade.

He laid out the materials again and prepared to try making biological bait.

It was the Isu genetic biology "bomb" that could be "transformed" that was found in the Grand Temple of New York. Although Mason didn't know much about Isu genetic engineering, Consus behind him was a leader in this field. With his patience, Mason should have no problem making basic biological bait.

"You don't have the gene fragments of the giant biological beasts that we used to use, so you can't make high-level biological baits, but you can try it first with the gene fragments of ordinary creatures."

Consus reminded:

"Mix your magical alchemy skills, first purify those gene fragments, then use engineering to create the shell and inducer of the biological bait, and finally use inscription skills to imprint a distribution system on it.

Eventually you will get a very special 'Bio Bomb'.

Just throw it at the enemy to destroy the target's genes and transform it into the form you want. It may be ineffective against strong enemies, but it is much better for cleaning up minions than your current engineering bombs.

You are a craftsman, my brother.

You should be more focused instead of wasting your time on clearing out clutter. "

"That makes sense."

Mason nodded in agreement and began to devote himself to the production of "new toys".

Although the process mentioned by Consus is quite complex, in fact, for Mason, who has gradually improved in various skills, as long as he finds the trick, this set of processes will not encounter insurmountable obstacles.

Just thirty minutes later, the first biological bait bomb he made was engraved.

The finished product looked like a golden apple but was very dim. The surface of the palm-sized metal ball was engraved with layers of nested geometric Isu inscriptions. There were twelve basic inscriptions alone, and they were combined to achieve complex functions.

Consus was right.

This combination attempt tests the patience and skills of the craftsman more than the production of a single inscription, and is more in line with the "excellence" characteristics required by Mason's manufacturing industry.

The moment the last line of the inscription was engraved, he could feel that the biological bait bomb in his hand began to actively absorb free energy from the surrounding environment to complete self-charging.

This means that this thing has been successfully made.

He put the dull metal ball in his hand in front of his eyes to check, and the information label popped up:

Primary biological bait bomb·crocodile

Quality: Excellent Engineering/Inscription/Alchemical Creation·Excellent Craftsmanship

Special Effect: This biological bait is full of [Gene Fragment·Killer Crocodile]. After being activated, it will apply the [Gene Recombination] effect to all life within 50 yards around it, forcibly changing the target's life form to "Weakened·Killer Crocodile".

The duration of this effect varies depending on the stability of the target's genes, with an upper limit of 24 hours and a lower limit of 0.1 seconds.

Attention!

This biological bait bomb can be charged autonomously and used multiple times. However, in the case of external energy, the bomb becomes a one-time effect, and its range and intensity will be greatly improved.

Tip!

This type of biological bomb can achieve forced changes to the target's life form by replacing the internal preset gene fragments, but using the same type of biological bait on the same target multiple times will cause the target to resist the effect of genetic recombination.

Maker: Mason Cooper

Item Description: What do you need this broken thing for? Listen to me, change your job to a wizard now and practice hard for a few days, then you can learn the "Sheep Transformation Technique". Magic is much more useful than this bomb (dog head).

"Yo, you finally did a good thing."

Mason squinted his eyes when he looked at the item description this time.

He stroked the freshly baked biological bait bomb in his hand and grinned:

"If you didn't mention this, I wouldn't be able to associate it with the fantasy magic sheep transformation technique. Isn't this a technological version of sheep transformation technique?

It's also effective in groups, which is great.

Hmm.

I suddenly have a good idea."

He threw out his suitcase and jumped in. A few minutes later, Mason came out holding a few test tubes filled with black blood.

The three-headed zombie dog Mao Mao was yelling in the box.

With the increase in the strength of Team K, this three-headed zombie dog has also been "unemployed" and is now tied by Mason outside the suitcase factory as a watchdog.

But like Professor McGonagall, this guy has also been "trained" under the effect of the resurrection stone fragments.

At least it won't bite Mason again.

As for the coward Yaya, that guy was handed over to the female pirate Lady Elizabeth and is now in a "free-range" state. It is said that he is very familiar with a group of "zombie buddies" in the abandoned city of New York.

The survivors of the pirate world have begun to clean up the city with the support of the old green devil.

As the daughter of the former pirate king and governor, Lady Elizabeth will lead them to start a wasteland life there. With Yaya, they can at least provide them with a little warning.

"This thing is definitely not as good as the mythical three-headed dog Cerberus, but it is also a serious magical creature. It only needs to purify the pure biological genes to be made into a more powerful biological bait."

Mason shook the black blood in his hand and said:

"When you encounter a siege, throw the bomb out and turn them into three-headed dogs to bite each other. Just think about it. Wait, they can all become fierce three-headed dogs, why do we still use them on the enemy?"

The captain stroked his chin, as if he had opened the door to a new world all of a sudden.

He looked at the biological bait bomb in front of him and said:

"If we modify the effect, it should be okay to use it as a temporary reinforcement for our own people? This thing is much more convenient than spraying pesticides, right? Hmm, the "Druid" servant army of Team K?

It feels very promising!"

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The darkness was long, and soon it reached dawn. The lively Next Life Bar gradually quieted down, and even those guests who played all night were a little exhausted.

A black SUV slowly drove from the street corner and finally stopped at the door of the bar.

The car door opened, and a bald old black man wearing a leather jacket and an eye mask jumped out of it, stretched his body and looked around, and finally looked at the sign of the bar in front of him and the magnificent door.

He curled his lips and did not go in immediately, but waited at the door for his driver to park the car and then walked in with the tall, blond man with a big butt.

This guy knocked on the table at the front desk and said to the smiling receptionist:

"Is Mason Cooper here?"

The receptionist from the world of 2077 said with a professional smile:

"Sir, we don't have the person you are looking for here."

"Really?"

The social-looking old black man curled his lips and said:

"But he invited me here tonight. It's very troublesome to travel by car. It's not easy to squeeze out some time. How about you ask again? By the way, my nickname is Old A."

The receptionist was stunned.

The two people in front of her didn't look like they were looking for trouble, so she asked her superiors for instructions.

Soon, Miss Hua Zi, the bar business director, who had been busy all night, came out to greet the two guests in person and took them all the way to the top floor.

"He has very good shielding skills. The plane here is separated from the outside world. No wonder we can't feel him outside."

The blond man behind Lao Hei whispered.

Without deliberately lowering her voice or avoiding Hua Zi beside her, Miss Hua Zi led the two of them to Mason's office without saying a word, as if she didn't hear any sound.

She knocked on the door, and Mason's slightly tired voice came from inside:

"Come in."

Huazi made a "please" gesture to the two guests, then turned and left.

Lao Hei shrugged, reached out and pushed open the door, and saw Mason sitting behind his desk putting a dim biological decoy bomb in the weapons box.

The box was already full of nearly twenty identical gadgets.

"Your place is nice, old K."

The one-eyed black man strode into the office. He was not polite and lay down on the sofa in a familiar manner.

He threw a mobile phone-like device casually, and the next moment, special energy fluctuations reverberated here, instantly constructing a shield covering the room.

The blond man wearing sunglasses beside him tied his hands and stood behind the bald old black man like a soldier.

"Hello, old A."

Mason glanced at the guy sitting on the sofa like an uncle. He took out a bottle of owl potion and gave himself a sip to dispel his fatigue and slow down his fast-moving mind for a moment.

He came to Gotham tonight not only to attend the opening ceremony, but also to meet with the boss of the Quint Society here.

As for the reason, it's very simple.

After all, this is Mason's base camp. If something goes wrong, all it takes is one piece of news to bring the entire Zhenglian Alliance to help.

This is the safest place Mason can find. Although he doesn't think anything dangerous will happen during tonight's meeting, he wants to be prepared.

Mason stood up, put the weapon box filled with biological decoy bombs back into his bag, and glanced at the translucent character card in front of him.

The inscription skill that has reached Level 4+1 is enough for him to extract the world coordinates on the Weapon X card, but the conversation with the titular "boss" is obviously more important at the moment.

He walked out of the desk, pulled up a chair and sat next to Old A. He reached out to activate the gravity ring in his hand and took out a bottle of wine and three glasses from the cupboard, which landed firmly on the table between the two of them.

"I've thought about it."

While Mason opened the bottle, he said warmly to the bald and one-eyed old man in front of him:

"That A-level seat is not suitable for me at the moment, so I gave up its allocation rights to Q. That is her responsibility. With the current strength of Team K and I, it is enough to be a low-key B-level team. .

I appreciate your kindness, but I really don't need it. "

"It's up to you to make your own arrangements."

Old A waved his hand and said nonchalantly:

"Anyway, with the talent and ability you have shown, even without my little help, it is certain that you will enter the A-level twelve-person council in a short time.

I just want to be a smooth favor.

Alas, I am indeed old.

I can't even control the minds of young people. Maybe it's time for me to abdicate and make way for others. It would be nice to go back to a garden world and live my old life as a local bully. "

"You're joking, Mr. Nick Fury."

Mason glanced at him, pushed the filled glass in front of him, and said:

"In the world where you exist, your fame is so great that no one dares to underestimate you. Mr. Steve Rogers, don't stand there, sit down too.

This conversation is safe with me and I promise no one will disturb us.

However, what is your code name within the organization? "

"number 3."

Captain Steve, the blond man, answered simply:

"At the same time, he is also the captain and commander of the third conquistador sequence of the Liquidator Corps. Team K's actions in Osborne Tower were crisp and clean. I admire them very much."

"It turns out that you helped me deal with the trouble I caused the first time. I really caused trouble for you."

Mason showed a sincere smile, raised his glass and said:

"Thank you, Captain."

"It doesn't have to be like this. We are all soldiers in the trenches and we should help each other."

Captain Steve was indeed as humble and polite as rumored. He waved his hands and said:

"The knowledge and information that Team K brought back from the Isu world and the War World really helped us a lot. Frankly speaking, the haze of the Third Impact has been lifted a lot because of your outstanding contributions.

I feel that an A-level seat is not even enough to reward your contribution. "

"Okay, gentlemen, no more business talk."

The neglected bald old Hei picked up the wine glass, coughed a little unhappily, and said:

"The clone I left behind in the Hope Council will be discovered after being active for at most thirty minutes. We have to go back before then. Old J's broken ship is still waiting in Gotham Port.

Crossing the world is a hard process, not to mention having to fucking avoid those malicious eyes.

So, let’s get down to business. "

He crossed his legs and looked at Mason, showing his strong white teeth and said:

"What the hell are you doing? If you have any dissatisfaction with us, just tell us immediately. The end of the world is just around the corner, and we don't have time to guess riddles here.

Openness and honesty are the prerequisite for unity.

If you can't pee in the same pot, it's better for everyone to go their separate ways as soon as possible.

What do you think?

Mason Cooper. "