Chapter 42 42 There Is a Trend of Younger Age of Mentally Ill Patients in Gotham City, Which Is Really Scary

Chapter 42 42. There is a trend of younger patients with mental illnesses in Gotham City, which is really scary

Time flies and three days pass.

Mason quickly adapted to the exciting new rhythm of life. Everything seemed to be on the right track, and good news came one after another.

Two days ago, the first aid technique officially broke through to Level 2.

Another big boss in Gotham City, Mr. Falcone, was also a very "enthusiastic" person. He "sent" four or five test subjects to Mason every night for three consecutive days, which greatly improved the efficiency of identifying unknown potions.

Kite Man’s renovation of the Iceberg Bar is also on the agenda.

He plans to keep the name of the Iceberg Bar but wants to operate it in a style that will make his bar a gathering place for Gotham City's street heroes, and he is very confident in his business idea.

Mason didn't care.

After getting enough "volunteer testers", his progress in specializing in alchemy skills has been much faster, and he decided to officially "work on" the production of joy potion tomorrow night.

As for why not tonight?

The reason is simple, because Mason's store will officially open tonight.

It was a small street shop located near Crime Alley, just one street away from Dr. Leslie's clinic. It was originally a grocery store with a bleak business. Under the banknote offensive directed by Kite Man himself, the owner quickly completed the transfer procedures.

By the way, the interior decoration of the Glacier Bar allowed workers to complete the cleaning and renovation of the small shop. Mason spent some time last night with Charles to transport some of the things he had recently made to the shop.

He didn't hold any opening ceremony either.

At ten o'clock in the evening after get off work at the clinic, the rolling shutter door of this store called "Cooper's Mystery Objects" is opened.

The store is not big, just a small shop facing the street. The second floor is where Mason rests, with a bed, wardrobe and several workbenches. The renovation is complete after paving wooden boards in a minimalist style.

The first floor is the main part of the store.

There are no tables and chairs to receive guests. Instead, there is a circular counter and five large display cabinets, where Mason's handmade "goods" are placed according to the distinction between alchemical creations and engineering creations.

There are only two display cabinets which look a bit shabby, but the remaining three display cabinets are reserved for future creations of the manufacturing branch.

Mason turned on the dim lights and let the light shine along the shop door onto the street outside. The retro neon lights used for the sign outside the door and the colorful revolving lanterns also gave a wonderful feeling when they shone on the water stains on the street.

He pulled up his chair and sat behind the counter, where there was something rather peculiar.

A sewing machine.

He had to spend the three hours every day from opening the shop at 10 o'clock to 1 am to study tailoring skills. The importance of armor like him, a pioneer of the Star Society who wanted to explore other worlds, was self-evident.

But Mason's location for this little store was terrible.

Are there any serious customers near Crime Alley? Given the public security situation in Gotham, anyone who is still wandering the streets at night is definitely not a philanthropic person.

There was not a single customer in the store for an hour after it opened. The only ones who came to visit were a group of gangsters dressed in flashy clothes. They looked like they were high and wanted to have some fun.

But after seeing Mason's shotgun and a loaded magazine on the counter, the gangsters immediately sobered up.

He obediently put away the baseball bat in his hand and bowed before retreating.

As for Mason himself, he was a little clumsily trying to make the simplest work on the sewing machine. After spending an hour making an apron that was too crooked to be used as clothes for a dog, he frowned and thought that maybe he should start from scratch. Are you ready to get tailoring raw materials for tanning leather?

Or do you really have no talent in this area?

"Boss, these potions look very scary, and why don't they have a price tag?"

Just when he was frowning and thinking about how to improve his proficiency in the tailoring branch, a crisp voice sounded in the shop, and Mason, who was busy doubting his life, said casually:

"I am exchanging these medicines for materials, my friend, not for sale. You can see the specific exchange conditions next to the cabinet for yourself."

The questioning voice was a little confused by the boss's indifferent service attitude. The little customer frowned and looked at the introduction next to the display case filled with medicines of various colors.

The first line on the header is "All the goods in our store are not for sale, they are only used for material transactions. If you get a fake, you will get ten for it. You are a good person."

The customer who entered the store at some point frowned and continued to look down:

“Ten bottles of healing potion are exchanged for five sheep stomach stones, which must be removed from a goat between 4 and 7 years old in the last month of summer.

The exchange is valid long-term. "

The next line is:

"Ten bottles of vitality potion are exchanged for five sets of four materials: dried nettles, ground snake teeth and porcupine quills, and slugs with tentacles. This exchange is valid for a long time."

"Five bottles of paralysis potion are exchanged for five sticks of any material from sneezeweed, scurvy and lovage. Because this material is relatively rare, the exchange must be made after inspection."

"One bottle of the high-end truth serum can be exchanged for ten sets of narcissus root powder, mugwort infusion, valerian root and sleepy bean materials. The production process of this medicine is complicated, and you need to order one month in advance and pay a deposit for four sets of materials."

This shows that there are various materials and items required on the cardboard, which makes the little guest frown.

He also believed that he was well-informed due to his family background, but there were many strange names of herbs and items on the cardboard listed by Mason that this was the first time even he had heard of them.

This made the young customer, who was wearing a black coat and a baseball cap, feel that this store might be some "performance art" that he couldn't understand.

But the young customer frowned and looked at the various potions in front of him. Relying on his intuition, he felt that these things didn't look fake. Well, at least the appearance of the bottle was somewhat similar to the real ones he had used.

So the young customer hesitated for a while and said:

"Your potion exchange conditions are so harsh. Although it's free, it's much more expensive than asking for money."

Mason was thinking about how to get started in the tailoring branch at this time. He didn't have time to play with the customer, so he replied with a stern face:

"Look at Gotham City now. Where are the real alchemists? My potion is unique, with solid materials and first-class effects. You think it's expensive, but I think it's expensive too."

This is a bit like driving people away.

The young customer sneered and said in a long voice:

"I didn't say I don't want to buy, but are these potions real?"

"I am a professional alchemist, how can I sell you fake medicine?"

Mason finally raised his head and glanced at the troublesome young customer.

He looked him up and down, looking at the baseball cap brim that covered most of his face, but he could tell that he was at most a teenager, still a child.

The young man's tone softened a little, and he reminded with some helplessness:

"Little friend, go home quickly, don't wander around at night, it's quite dangerous around here. Here, this bottle of soda is a gift from your brother."

"Who wants your soda!"

The young customer was furious because of this kind gesture.

He stared at Mason, and his face under the brim of his hat showed a hint of ferocity, as if he was very angry because Mason treated him as a child.

He said fiercely:

"I ask you if these potions are real!"

Mason could tell that something was wrong, and he frowned. When did this kid enter the store? Why didn't he have any impression at all?

The young man stood up and grabbed the pistol beside him, leaning over the counter and looking at the fierce little boy in front of him.

He said:

"Are you here to cause trouble? Who asked you to come?"

"I'm not!"

The little boy snorted, took a bottle of healing potion from the display case, shook it up and down in his hand, glanced at Mason, and said:

"If your medicine is real, I will definitely buy it. Although the materials you want seem outrageous, they are not impossible to find. My family is a veterinarian.

There are many things like sheep stones.

But what if the potion you give me is fake?

Can I bring my friends back to smash your store?"

"You naughty kid!"

Mason was so angry that he laughed.

It was obvious that he was here to cause trouble, but he was too lazy to say anything to a naughty kid whose origin was unknown. He just waved his hand and joked to him:

"You are the first customer in my store, so this bottle of medicine is for you. Take it back and play with it. If it is fake, you are welcome to smash my store.

Don't look at the things over there.

They are all special accessories made for guns, not for children like you to play with.

Okay, I'm going to ask you to leave.

As you can see, I'm very busy now."

He pointed to the sewing machine and the various shapes of cloth that had just been cut on the counter.

"Just wait for me to expose your tricks!"

The naughty kid snorted, took a bottle of potion and walked away from Cooper's store.

Mason watched him leave, squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then sat back at the counter and started to deal with his "needlework" again.

And the naughty kid who took the medicine turned a corner along the dark street and entered the alley next to it, where a low-key black car was parked.

Four bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses stood by the car like iron towers. The little boy approached the nearest bodyguard, reached out and took out a dagger from his arms, and cut the bodyguard's wrist.

Blood immediately gushed out.

During the whole process, neither the bodyguard nor the boy had any expression changes, as if this was the most ordinary thing.

"Drink it, and tell me the effect in five minutes."

The little boy threw the potion in his hand to the bodyguard, and then took off his baseball cap to reveal his short black hair.

He bent down and took out an oriental-style black and white devil mask from the open car door and put it on his face, and then clicked the safety of the black military pistol in his hand.

The other three bodyguards also opened the trunk and took out long and short weapons from it.

This fierce bear child said that if Mason gave him fake medicine, he would smash his store. It seems that he was not lying. He had made all preparations for bloodbathing that small store in advance.

Even outrageous things like individual rocket launchers were prepared in the trunk.

It would be outrageous to see such a thing in other cities, but in Gotham, everything seemed to be in order.

"Master, the mistress's phone call."

Two minutes later, the bodyguard next to the naughty child sitting in the car with his eyes closed handed him a special encrypted satellite phone. The little boy who was about to do something frowned and put the phone to his ear.

Then, a very pleasant and magnetic but very cold voice sounded on the phone:

"Damian, you should leave Gotham this afternoon, but you haven't left yet, which will delay your geography and history classes tomorrow. I need an explanation.

You'd better not lie to me."

"Mom, I'm just verifying something I'm very interested in. Don't worry about me. I'm grown up."

The little boy said angrily and helplessly:

"I will board the plane at midnight, and I promise to be home on time."

"What are you doing?"

The indifferent mother on the other side of the phone asked again, saying:

"Speak!"

"I just want to see what is so special about Mason Cooper who is being paid special attention by that man."

The bear child answered honestly:

"You also know that Mason escaped in the last pursuit I led. That was the first mission failure in three years, and I hate shameful failures! Grandpa taught me since I was a child that the best solution to failure is to try again.

After you stopped me from killing Dick Grayson and Tim Drake, are you going to continue Stop me from facing failure? "

The voice on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds, and then said:

"I'll give you an hour! And, Damian, don't think I don't know why you have been avoiding the arrangements for the doctors I carefully selected to teach you.

If you miss tomorrow's class.

The heads of your geography and history teachers will be placed on their dining tables tomorrow afternoon!"

This sentence completely angered the little boy, and he screamed angrily:

"What difference does it make? Even if they escape the disaster of being killed tomorrow, after I complete your academic assessment, the two doctors who are regarded as useless will still be stuffed into cement and sunk into the sea by you!

From the age of six to now, I have been Seventeen professors and doctors from various industries have died because of the "learning" plan I made for them!

I don't like this! Mom.

They are not the puppies that I raised and forced me to kill with my own hands when I was eight years old. They are people! Living people. It is also good for us to keep them in the organization. They should not be killed just because of me..."

"You are too weak, Damian."

The little boy's rebuttal was interrupted by his mother indifferently. She said:

"How can you inherit the great legacy that your grandfather will leave you in the future when you are so fragile? How can you, such a pitiful person, fulfill the mission you shouldered when you were born?

You saw that man in Gotham with your own eyes!

Do you know how powerful he is to the point of being almost invincible and indestructible? Destruction, just like the god of fear born in Gotham.

If you don't study hard now and don't arm yourself with knowledge, how can you defeat him in the future? Damian, you have half of his blood.

But unfortunately, I don't see the potential in you that makes me and the entire Assassin's League intoxicated like him!

If you continue to indulge yourself in boring kindness, don't come back.

Don't call me mom again!

I won't accept a weak failure to be my son.

That's all!

Remember, Damian, you still have fifty-five minutes. "

"Beep beep beep"

The phone was hung up, and the vibrating busy tone was quite ruthless, and it brought a hint of silent desolation in the dark night.

But the little boy in the car seemed to have gotten used to it. He handed the phone in his hand to the bodyguard expressionlessly and clenched the gun in his hand.

The bodyguard who was testing the drug came over at the end of the five-minute countdown and showed his hand back, which had completely healed with only a shallow scar, to his master.

Damian Al Ghul looked at the shallow scar in front of him.

That proved that Mason Cooper's healing potion was indeed useful, and he had lost the legitimate reason to massacre that small shop.

Of course, perhaps before the reason was lost, the little boy had already lost interest in tonight's action.

He threw the pistol aside, closed his eyes and ordered:

"Go prepare the materials and buy all the goods in that store as much as possible. At the same time, apologize to Mr. Mason for me and say that I will visit his magical shop again when I come to Gotham next time.

Drive, I'm tired.

It's time to go home for class."

The low-key black car that can resist rocket attacks at close range started silently and slowly slid into the night of Gotham.

In Cooper's magical shop, Mason hummed a song while pressing the shining single-headed bullet into the magazine, and touched the shining Hell Eye collar pin on his collar.

At his feet were eight flight engineering bombs, six bottles of weak petrification potion, and a whole row of paralysis potions. The hand cannon was inserted at his waist, the Penguin's armed umbrella was also placed beside his legs, and the invisibility cloak was folded in front of him.

This set of weapons was enough to deal with any crisis that might occur tonight.

But as Mason waited expectantly, not only did the attacker not appear, but the glimmer on his collar pin quickly dimmed.

This made the young man blink in surprise.

"Huh? Has Damian Wayne given up his plan to kill me? The little devil raised by the King of Assassins is rarely merciful?

What a pity, I was ready to tie up the little guy and send him to Wayne Manor, and extort a billion dollars by the way.

Alas, Mr. Batman, your "father-son reunion" seems to be postponed."