Chapter 455 1 Arkham Prison Break: Hide and Seek Game

Chapter 455 1. Arkham Prison Break: Hide and Seek Game

Mason is sitting on the Mobius chair. Looking at the shape of this chair, you can tell that it is not very comfortable to sit on, but this does not prevent it from being very easy to use.

Without any mechanical tentacles or forced mind reading, Mason could still feel his mind interacting with this magical chair.

It is like a living creature, adjusting its internal program according to Mason's preferences to complete user adaptation.

Soon, a translucent projection similar to the character card appeared in front of Mason's eyes. On top of it was a rather simple interactive interface, with only three functions related to the Mobius Chair available for operation.

They are inquiry, reality intervention and armed mode activation.

Although Mason has never sat on a real Mobius chair before, he can be sure that the functions of its "genuine" chair are not limited to this.

But there is no way. The chair in his hand is a "second-hand phone" that was dismantled and reinstalled by Brainiac. After the function of connecting with the mysteries of the universe was removed, this chair has been downgraded from a cosmic artifact to a legendary item. Degree.

It’s already great to be able to leave these three functions for him.

Besides, with his current engineering skills, even if he was given a complete version of the Mobius chair, he wouldn't dare to use it, would he? So that’s it, what more bike do you want?

Mason's eyes opened the query module on the translucent interactive interface, and something like a search engine popped up. Mason thought for a while and asked:

"Give me the best modification plan for the Master of the Universe's neuro-powered armor, based on my physical parameters and combat habits."

"Please wait a moment, the Brainiac database is being searched."

A nice cold electronic sound sounded in Mason's ears. He originally thought that the search process would take a long time, but in the next moment, a large design blueprint and modification plan was pasted in front of him.

Mobius Chair not only designed the best modification plan, but also provided instructions for Mason on how to complete the process with diagrams.

Gee, is this the legendary "Tutorial on how to modify artifact-level power armor.pdf"?

Mason pushed up the frame on the bridge of his nose. After carefully watching the entire tutorial, he found that there were no omissions or mistakes, so he praised:

"Although I can no longer understand the mysteries of the universe through you, even the castrated program is still powerful. I finally understand why even a level 12 intelligent creature like Brainiac wants to put you in the treasure house.

What a great helper for laziness. "

"This chair thanks users for their compliments, but it needs to be pointed out that 'lazy' and 'proper use of tools' are two completely different concepts."

The smart module of the Mobius chair clearly answered:

“The original intention of all tools is to assist the user. Whether the tool can be used well is an important basis for judging intelligent life.

If you feel that it is a sin to save time with my help and choose to do everything yourself, what is the difference between you and the barbarians who give up more convenient weapons to attack tigers with both fists? "

"Oh, your mouth is quite poisonous."

Mason curled his lips and said:

"Okay, I apologize to you, Chair. Since you think that serving me is the mission of your birth, then I will leave the internal module modification process of the Lord of the Universe's power armor to you. Is that okay?"

"No problem at all. Please give this machine the authority to freely operate the engineering laboratory. It is expected that the modification process will be completed within 30 standard working days.

However, the external modification of the power armor requires pure X metal, which cannot be met now. "

Mobius Chair still had the same calm tone, but in fact he said with great arrogance:

"If the user needs to shorten working hours, then please give me more intelligent assistants, such as the 12th generation hunting sentinel machine that you are placing on standby in the repair cabin of the laboratory.

I can modify their logic circuits to make them excellent industrial robots. If they participate in the repair, the internal module modification time of the Master of the Universe Neuropower Armor will be shortened to 15 working days.

Or I can help you complete the upgrade of your Hunted Sentinel to the level of power of an Alpha Sentinel.

After providing the brood module and thought alloy as raw materials, I can try to make your own 'Nimrod-level' Sentinel brood for you.

However, it should be noted that in the absence of data supervision and hardware locking technology, granting excessive permissions to Nimrod-class sentries has a risk of rebellion of more than 30%.

In Brainiac's words, the Sentinel robot itself is a very sharp but also very stupid robot design thinking. "

"Okay, I'll give you the Sentinel robot."

Mason leaned on this overly intelligent mechanical chair, propped his chin on his hand and said:

"But forget about the armed transformation for the time being. I don't want to mess up the relationship with Utopia yet, so I'll put the Nimrod-class sentinels and so on first. Why don't you introduce yourself?

I can understand the armed mode among the three 'factory functions', but what does this 'reality interference' mean? "

"哐"

As Mason asked questions, the machinery in the empty engineering laboratory behind him began to operate on its own under the operation of the Mobius chair.

The operating logic of each instrument was reorganized and modified into a sub-thread of a larger "integrated automatic program", which began to operate under the control of an intelligent AI that can take over the overall situation.

While the twelve Sentinels were sent to the dismantling workshop for modification, the Mobius chair carried Mason slowly into the air, looking down at the "alive" laboratory from a higher angle.

At the same time it explains to Mason:

"This machine was born from Apokolips Technology. It was designed and packaged by the first-generation manufacturer Metron. It has first-class mechanical intelligence in the multiverse and is written into 'tool thinking'. The purpose of this machine is to help Any life that sits on this machine explores the truth of the universe and reveals the mysteries of all things.

However, after Brainiac obtained the Black Apple, he dismantled the core Mystery of the Universe connection module of the machine, resulting in a serious decline in various indicators of the machine, but this is not a bad thing.

Powerful tools often lead to terrible disasters in the hands of fools. According to this machine's analysis of the user's thinking and the current situation, the functions of this machine are enough to help the user get through the difficult situation.

Therefore, this machine does not recommend users to rashly repair missing modules for this machine if their knowledge and skills are not up to standard.

Finally, about the ‘reality interference’ function.

This machine contains a series of programs to analyze and modify the world in the eyes of the user, including but not limited to uncovering disguises, providing military advice, biological thinking monitoring, plane positioning and travel, low-level reality rewriting, and use when necessary The vehicle's tractor beam pulls a planet out of its intended orbit.

However, the above functions all require the energy of the machine. The X element tempered with X metal can restore energy. However, the item currently in the user's hand code-named "Weak Magic Stone" can also be used as a substitute energy source. "

After that, the Moubis chair modified its parameters to give the backrest a bionic structure to make Mason lean on it more comfortably. It said:

“Although the offensive armed module cannot activate world-destroying weapons due to energy limitations, after owning this machine, your life safety will be greatly protected.

Therefore, we do not recommend that you wear power armor and join dangerous wars again.

A wise man does not stand under a dangerous wall. Only the seeds of resentment will repeat the same mistakes. Please realize that your wisdom is your most powerful weapon. "

"well said."

Mason nodded in agreement and said:

“I also feel that as a craftsman, I am causing trouble for others by rashly joining the fight, but unfortunately, I will always be in a situation where I will die if I don’t fight.

But that’s not bad either.

There's nothing to see here. My engineering lab runs like a living thing in your hands. Let's go look elsewhere.

For example, in alchemy.

I'm trying to counter-launch the Golden Sentinel Serum, maybe a smart chair can give me some advice? "

This time Moubis Chair did not answer immediately.

When it drove Mason out of the engineering laboratory, it said in a much lower voice than before:

"Of course! This machine will provide the user with all the help it can, although my tailoring database has been formatted because Brainiac feels that this knowledge is meaningless for conquering the universe.

But I believe I can learn it as soon as possible”

Its voice became smaller and smaller, until finally it was just like the sound of a mosquito. This was in sharp contrast to the bullish tone before, making Mason raise his eyebrows in surprise.

He then said in a longer voice:

"Has the all-powerful Möbius Chair also encountered the risk of entering unknown territory? If you don't know how, I can teach you. Learning is not a shame."

"I think this is unnecessary!"

The proud Möbius Chair replied in a sharp voice:

"This machine can master any new knowledge in a very short time just by observing and summarizing experience. This machine has the most advanced learning module. Users do not have to look for trouble and can use their wisdom in more valuable projects." things.

For example, think about solutions to impact events. "

"Don't get excited, I'm just talking casually."

Mason was startled by the chair's reaction and hurriedly reassured:

"Calm down! Calm down, your memory usage has just exceeded 1.75%. Your emotion module is iterating at a high speed. If you have a brain, it's time to heat up.

do not do that.

I'm afraid you'll make yourself sick.

Okay, now explain your arming mode to me, so that I can have a good idea before driving an intelligent mechanical chair that can talk, quarrel with me, and is autistic and anxious into the battlefield and bombard starships. "

——

Mason is getting familiar with his new "tools", but the world has not stopped rotating and changing.

The K Corps servants who are still training in Osborne Tower but have already been ordered to prepare for war do not mention that there is a dark situation in Gotham that has entered the execution stage.

A loud bang in the early hours of the morning represented another opening in the new Arkham Asylum that had just been put into operation after reconstruction, fully continuing the fine tradition of this magical building always suffering inexplicable attacks.

A dark figure quickly rushed in, knocked down all the guards, and then rushed into the lowest level of the asylum. Cells were opened one after another, including Scarecrow, Two-Face, Mad Hatter, and Black Mask. "Heroes" were all "invited" out of their VIP rooms. The whole process went smoothly, obviously with strong external cooperation.

Because no alarm was triggered in the ten minutes of action from beginning to end, it means that the monitoring system of this madhouse has been blocked, and there is no need to worry about the scary man with a handsome chin who likes to walk around in the city at night wearing a bat suit. Men come to disturb the event.

The main thing is that he can't come either.

The master is still working in Metropolis to cover for Superman who is on "sick leave".

The guys in orange prison uniforms were quickly gathered in front of the hall on the ground floor. The man in black they released covered his whole body and couldn't see his face clearly, but it didn't matter.

The guys who can live here have seen the world, and they don't care who releases them. They look at the person in front of them with bright eyes, only caring about the conditions he or she is about to put forward.

For this group of heroes who have fought their way out of the most evil people in Gotham City, they don't care about being used by others, as long as they are profitable.

"The Legion of Doom is recruiting new people!"

The man in black standing on several large boxes crossed his arms and said to a group of super villains below:

"We only want the best, the brightest, the most irredeemable villains to join us, and of course you all meet the requirements, but there is still a vacancy in the leadership.

Therefore, we decided to launch a unique selection activity.

There are still twenty-four hours until early tomorrow morning. Whoever can help us catch these key figures will be recognized by us and promoted to commander. "

"A handful of nonsense!"

Two-Face tossed a bottle cap as a coin with an unhappy look on his face.

His beloved coins were taken away when he was imprisoned. Without even looking at the images and information of several children projected from the arms of the man in front of him, he said with a gloomy face:

"What the hell is the Legion of Doom? Why have I never heard of this third-rate organization?"

"You'll soon know who we are."

The man in black sneered, pointed at the sky, and said:

"You have been locked up for so long that you cannot keep up with the development of the times, but if you knew what the Justice League was doing, you would be scared to wet your pants.

To be honest, I've always felt that it's quite boring to oversell the so-called rising criminal stars of Gotham. After all, you have been fighting here for several years and you can't even defeat an ordinary person in costume.

You can also refuse to accept this selection and regard this freedom as a gift from me, but please remember that the Legion of Doom is open to all super villains.

After you understand the situation, you are welcome to sign up to participate in this villain's self-rescue mission.

Remember, you only have twenty-four hours. "

"boom"

Another loud noise sounded from above, like the sound of a wall being blown open.

The villains were stunned, and the man in black in front of them had disappeared, but the door to the ground had been opened. Amidst the laughter of the Riddler, these guys rushed forward and ran away.

First open the equipment warehouse and take out all the belongings of the villains and distribute them, then rush in and release the low-level prisoners to cause chaos, and finally get the vehicle and escape.

It was all a well-done process, and it was even rarer that there was no annoying bat boy coming to disrupt the situation. Everything went incredibly smoothly.

Well, Gotham.

Gotham in the distance.

Fallen and beautiful Gotham, your "cuties" are back.

However, there was a guy in the crowd with a weird breathing mask, and his whole body was exuding extremely low temperatures. The guy with a thin but haggard face but still looked elegant was a few steps behind.

He squinted his eyes and recalled the images and information about the children that the man in black had shown them just now. After hesitating for a moment, he declined the invitations from the other people and watched as Arkham Asylum rushed in from the already burning Arkham Asylum behind him. In the dark night on the outskirts of Gotham City.

A few hours later, Kite Man Charles was driving three children to Gotham High School, his daily job.

For a "semi-retired" third-rate villain and a pioneer of the Star Club, living a premature retirement life does not make him feel lost. In essence, Charles wants to be a villain more than an exciting life. A person who lives a stable life.

But unfortunately, trouble always comes.

Just as he got into the car and was about to return to the Afterlife Bar to start his day at the office, a sudden explosion exploded in Gotham High School behind him.

In a flash of inspiration, Charles grabbed a rather mechanical suitcase from the ejected co-pilot and rushed out of the car. In the chaotic crowd, just as he was about to put on his improved kite suit, a phone call came to him. here.

The unfamiliar number made Kite Man frown. He put the phone to his ear and heard an indifferent voice say:

"Charles Brown, Mason Cooper's good brother, don't be afraid of your son in my hands, I won't hurt him, you come to Naihe Island alone!

I have something to ask you.

In addition, there is another agreement that you may have forgotten. "