Chapter 518 64 Roll up Your Sleeves and Work Hard, Everyone in the Mason Production Team! New Orders Are on the Way

Chapter 518 64. Roll up your sleeves and work hard, everyone in the Mason Production Team! New orders are on the way

Mason, who returned from the Star Castle, immediately got down to work.

The equipment catalog previously submitted by Team K and non-staff members has been revised, so before starting to work hard, the "Mason Manufacturing Team" must revise the work routine.

In the lounge on the top floor of Osborne Tower, the twelve water clones of the Mason Manufacturing Team have all arrived, and everyone still uses different outfits to distinguish their identities.

But because Mason has high requirements for his water clones, he tried his best to give them full intelligence in the early stage, which led to the rapid development of the intelligence level of the water clones as Mason's water control ability became more and more profound.

"Ha, from today on I will be called 'Mason Eleven Cooper'!"

Water clone No. 11 solemnly announced his important decision to change his name to other Masons, and then received cheers from the whole room. This guy is a relatively conservative member of the water clones. For others, changing their names has been tried long ago.

Mason, the engineering master with the most exploratory personality, even started to talk about love with the Fenrir armor of the main body of Mason, which had a little mental problem after being demonized.

Anyway, no matter how hard you try, it is just a platonic love, so although the main body of Mason knows about it, it doesn't intend to care.

I live a harmonious life with Harley and Quinn, and even recently extended my evil hands to my female boss. In this private life, the main body really doesn't have the confidence to scold his water clones.

This is also the way Mason gets along with his non-staff "brothers".

Everyone enjoys a relatively equal status and regards each other's cooperation as a team-based operation, and there is no forced command.

"Okay, everyone, if you have finished discussing the recent trivial matters, then listen to me now."

Mason, wearing a gray windbreaker, walked into the lounge holding the equipment catalog. The water clones in front of him stopped talking and put down their drinks.

Perhaps because they are made of water, these guys are obsessed with tasting liquids of different tastes.

Those with normal tastes prefer juice and fine wine, those with less normal tastes like to add various potions to the wine to improve the "taste", and the most abnormal ones have already started discussing which is more stimulating to take, armor lubricant or industrial engine oil.

Considering that these water clones have inherited part of Mason's main personality, the various quirks they show are theoretically some hidden instincts in Mason's personality.

So, is Mason Cooper a potential schizophrenic?

Well, this may explain why he and Harley get along so well. This is not just love, but also the communication of illness between patients!

Is that so.

Mason tried not to pay attention to the abnormal personalities of the water clones, and also tried to convince himself that there must be some weird problems in the use of mutant powers.

He coughed, handed the equipment catalog in his hand to the person in charge of each field, and said to everyone with his hands on the table:

"I will trouble you for a while, especially the teams in the fields of engineering and alchemy must work overtime and endure hardships. This is the situation. There are only 29 days left before the fourth impact. There is really not much time left for everyone to rest."

"Don't be so hypocritical, subject."

Batman Mason took a drink made of three parts of industrial oil, six parts of passion fruit and one part of stimulant and took a sip. He wiped his mouth and said:

"Everyone has never had a rest under you. If this were in other companies, a bastard boss like you would have to honestly choose a street lamp.

But everyone is not a normal employee, so overtime and so on Yes, we are not unreasonable people. We will definitely help those who need help.

But there has been a very serious problem that has been bothering us for a long time. "

"Batman is right!"

Forging Master Mason slammed the disinfectant in the water on the table with a bang. He said to Mason with a wild personality:

"Everyone in the Mason Manufacturing Group works hard and does a good job, but we only have one pair of hands. Adding more demands to such heavy work pressure has exceeded our work capacity.

I am not complaining.

But if you want to complete various manufacturing orders on time, you have to give us more people, right? "

"You can't have rookies."

Alchemist Mason gracefully turned the cup of mecha lubricant that he had drunk upside down on the table, indicating that he had drunk too much today and couldn't continue.

Then he picked up an ancient pipe and held it in his mouth. The inscriptionist Mason sitting next to him immediately helped the alchemist light it.

Amid the flying of spicy smoke, the Mason water clone with the most serious dark circles under his eyes explained:

"We no longer have time to train apprentices. According to the new tasks and deadlines assigned by you, the number of staff must be at least doubled, and the equipment in each laboratory and production workshop must also be updated.

We have commissioned Mobius Chair to customize new tools for us in the production room of Osborne Tower.

The staff is in place, and everyone can start work at any time."

"That's right, but I'm not saying that, Mason."

The tailor Mason complained to the main body while skillfully knitting a sweater:

"That chair has a terrible personality. It always likes to express opinions on things it doesn't understand. Did you mess up the intelligence of the chair by operating it recklessly?

It kept pestering me yesterday and insisted on discussing the four ways of knitting a sweater with me. It was so stupid. I can make a sweater with 27 ways of knitting with my eyes closed.

Why don't you ask the engineer to help?"

"I can't do it yet. The technology of that thing is a bit high. I still have to work harder."

Engineer Mason laughed a few times, looked at the main body again, and patted his chest to guarantee:

"But I will be there soon I'm about to break through!

I already have that feeling. By repeatedly making different models of Fenrir armor, I have accumulated enough experience and have completed the improvement of BFG9000 firearms."

"Nonsense!"

The first aid master Mason, who had been drinking silently beside him, immediately exposed his shortcomings:

"Yesterday I saw you crying with a workbook of "Causality" in your arms, and you hid and cried. You cried miserably. Can't you learn it?

We are all one, why are you so stupid?"

"Shut up!"

Engineer Mason's face immediately turned red.

While saying something about causality being beyond the scope, he also said something sour like he had worked hard, which filled the whole lounge with a happy atmosphere for a while.

Mason, the subject, also laughed.

But the next moment, everyone else stopped laughing and looked at him coldly. The meaning of those eyes was that it was okay for us to laugh, but what right did you, a lazy guy, have to laugh?

This made the subject cough twice in embarrassment. Well, he was bullied by these bastards in the workplace again.

"In short, don't worry about the manpower problem."

Mason sighed. He really couldn't ask for more from the hardworking water clones. If he really opened a factory in reality, it would be a blessing for him to have so many good employees.

Besides, the clones are just a little bit bad. Every time they improve their skills, they will be fed back to the main body. Mason is like getting himself twelve fully automatic operation hooks, rushing to the sky with rockets.

With such treatment, it's not a big problem to be bullied.

Under the gaze of all the water clones, Mason clapped his hands, and the pure water in the bucket placed in the lounge was immediately mobilized. In the exclamations of the clones, he turned into Mason in blue-collar worker uniforms one by one.

As the water flowed, the number of people increased, and finally stopped at thirty-six, which was not an exaggeration.

These "second-generation" Masons are not as smart as the first generation of water clones. They maintain an expressionless but ready-to-work attitude, and are tacitly assigned to the twelve clones according to their respective areas of expertise.

In this way, each of the twelve fields has three subordinate clones available for dispatch, and the originally stretched manpower has suddenly become more abundant.

"What's wrong with these guys?"

Mason, the jeweler with the most elegant and indifferent temperament, full of jewels and gems, looked at the three assistants beside him with a picky look. He pushed his monocle and said dissatisfiedly:

"What we need is assistants, subject, we don't need slaves. If they don't have wisdom, then why don't I ask the Mobius chair to assign robots to me?

Wisdom!

Subject, you have to understand that wisdom is the foundation for our foothold in this dark age."

"They have wisdom."

Mason rubbed his eyebrows and explained:

"This is the limit of the clones that I can control well under the current level of water control. I gave them the same as us. Wisdom carved out of a mold.

But I cancelled their overly rich emotions and personalities.

In this way, you can get excellent assistants, and I don't have to worry about getting a group of subordinate water clones who will bully me in the workplace. Believe me, this is good for both of us.

Well, the entertainment time is over, everyone, it's time to go to the factory to work. "

"Yoho, the good time of screwing has begun, guys, hurry up! Today's work target is to make and assemble nine Fenrir armors!

You are not allowed to rest until you finish the work!

Start working now!"

Engineer Mason roared in a long voice, like the motivating effect of a foreman's roar, and was the first to enter the pocket factory with his three assistants.

Other water clones also said goodbye one after another.

Although these guys said strange words that they were very tired and couldn't hold on, in fact, they all inherited the "hardworking" habits of the main Mason, and their enthusiasm for work has even reached a pathological level.

If they really give them a day off, they will complain that they have nothing to do.

No matter how realistic they are, they are still water avatars, and they will not suffer from back pain due to excessive fatigue. The only risk is that they may die suddenly after long-term labor.

Therefore, Mason modified the work and rest schedule of the production team, forcing these guys to rest for at least one hour every day by returning to the water body, and even this caused complaints.

But not all water avatars returned to the pocket factory. Alchemist Mason, the inscriptionist and the jeweler stayed. The former was to report on the work, and the latter two were to undertake special tasks.

"About the reverse inference of the Golden Sentinel serum"

The alchemist with a fairy face took off his wizard hat and threw it aside, scratched his hair, which was obviously thinner than other water avatars, and rubbed his eyes with serious dark circles, and said to the main body Mason with a frustrated attitude:

“The progress is already woefully behind.

According to the original plan, brothers Elric and I should at least come up with a incomplete drawing for you during this period, but we have not even completed the first stage of understanding the ingredients.

This Sentinel Serum is not a special formula that can be deduced by common sense. This is the final conclusion that the two brothers and I came to after wasting nearly 70 weak magic stones.

Reverse reduction came to a complete standstill.

This road will lead nowhere, and there is no point in spending time on it.

So after discussing it with both of them, we decided to use a new, more radical approach to reverse engineering the Golden Sentinel Serum. "

He blew out the spicy smoke and said to Mason, the main subject who was also frowning:

"You have to go to the SHIELD world and borrow the Cauldron of All Things from the Holy of Holies there!"

"?"

Mason's eyes immediately widened, and he exclaimed:

"What are you going to do? Are you going to throw the sentry's body into the alchemy furnace to make some damn nine-turn golden elixir? The kind that can elevate you to immortality if you eat it?"

"If necessary, this is not impossible."

The master alchemist snorted and said to the subject in a contemptuous tone:

"But please limit your overly flexible imagination. Even if it succeeds, the pills produced will only be effective once, which does not meet our requirements for mass production of serum.

We need to use the Mother Cauldron of All Things to destroy the sentinel's flesh and blood tissue and finally extract the effective power components of his body. The whole process is very similar to alchemy, but it is not the same.

The final concentrated power will be handed over to you, and then the Golden Sentinel Serum formula can be forcibly cracked through the character card's completely unscientific and magical component identification.

This is theoretically an opportunistic approach.

But according to my calculations and experience, as long as your alchemy reaches Lv9, you should be able to crack the formula.

At the very least, it's an incomplete recipe.

Of course, such an adventure would completely destroy the Sentinel's body, and it would be an irreversible one-time operation, so I have to seek your advice in advance. "

"You are the expert, the alchemist."

The subject shook his head and said:

"Since this matter was assigned to you at the beginning, it is now completely your responsibility. I will not participate. I agree with your plan. I will contact Agent Brand to deliver the Mother Cauldron of All Things as quickly as possible."

"Well, remember to tell the Holy Spirit in advance that this kind of operation may blow up the alchemist's artifact, so let them prepare in advance that the treasure cannot be recovered."

Master Alchemist Mason put on his hat again and reminded the subject, and when he left with his assistant, he whispered to the subject:

"Also, take some time to take care of Engineer Mason. I saw him doing some indescribable things to your Fenrir armor last night. The most terrifying thing is that the female Ultron is still excitedly cooperating with him.

It was such a hell, I wanted to take my eyes off.

That guy is indeed the most perverted of all the clones, but considering that everyone's templates come from you, hey, I don't dare to think about it at all. "

"hehe"

The subject, Mason, waved his hands expressionlessly, and said in a tone of despair:

"Let it be, I wish them happiness, I wish all of you happiness."

After sending away Mason, the alchemist master who looked very dignified but was actually very gossipy, the subject took a drink of water to calm down, and then looked at the inscriptionist and jeweler.

He took out a lot of various materials from his luggage and said to the two of them:

"The production of the twelve talismans also needs to be put into the process. I will trouble you two to practice this in the past two days. When everything is ready, I will help you contact Hei Qi.

We don't use the power of the weak demon lord of the Holy Lord to infuse the twelve talismans. We do it in one step and directly connect to the power of Hei Qi. "

"Will this work?"

Mason, the jeweler, pushed up his monocle and whispered:

"Heiqi Qi doesn't seem to be easy to talk to, and this kind of operation will weaken his strength. Will he agree?"

"Oh, this is what you, a single person, don't understand."

Mason, the inscriptionist next to him, snorted, put his arm around his companion's shoulder in an unceremonious manner, and said with a grin:

"That guy is a lover, do you know what I mean? For him, pursuing the lost love is the ultimate goal, and power is just a means to achieve the goal.

Do you believe that in order to get back his Christine, he can give up all the great power he has without any regrets.

If we help him deal with the excess power now, not only will we not irritate him, but we will help him. If the main body goes over and talks about it, it will definitely be possible!

Hey, just look at it, licking dogs are all like this. "