Volume 2 Honoring Robin Chapter 52: Can’t beat Batman so you come to stop my three-headed dog?
Mason arrived at Leslie's clinic on time during working hours, changed into his nurse's gown and started working.
By the time Dr. Leslie arrived at the clinic belatedly , the overly hardworking young intern had already helped more than a dozen patients complete simple debridement and suture operations.
He even used a spare operating room, and several senior nurses volunteered to serve as his assistants.
This scene left Dr. Leslie stunned.
This young man whom she personally recruited to the clinic always brings her great surprises. Looking at Mason wearing a mask and holding a scalpel in the operating room, if you don't tell him his background, no one would know that he is a self-taught alchemist who doesn't even have a nursing certificate.
But even the demanding and serious Dr. Leslie had to admit that Mason was indeed absolutely professional in his field of expertise.
Otherwise, there would be no way to gain such a great reputation in my clinic in such a short time.
The group of nurses almost regarded this tall, handsome and kind young man as their group darling and idol.
“I don’t think I’ll even have to come.”
When Mason finished another emergency suture and walked out of the operating room, Dr. Leslie, who was wearing a doctor's uniform, held a cup of coffee and said quietly:
"Maybe in a few months, I can stay in the office and enjoy my life... Mason, if I remember correctly, I have fired you!"
"It's like this, you'll have one less paycheck to pay."
Mason took off his mask and said with a grin:
"But you can't stop me from wanting to serve those in need for free. This is what Batman taught me. I can use my own hands to make this city a better place because of me.
Besides, my first aid skills are getting better and better so you can relax a little.
Gordon has invited you three times in the past half month. Perhaps you should take some time to savor and enjoy the wonderful feeling of love. I mean, you should at least give that infatuated old man a chance, right? "
"Shut up, you annoying guy!"
The cold-faced doctor pushed his glasses unhappily and said to Mason:
"There are many patients in the emergency room who were injured last night. You go and deal with those with minor injuries. I'll take care of the emergency room. Also, I want to try some Provence fish soup for lunch."
"receive!"
Mason stood at attention and saluted, then strode out of here and turned back to the smiling Dr. Leslie and said:
"Doctor, if it's not too much trouble, I'd like to use the clinic's pharmacology laboratory this afternoon. I have a few potions that require professional equipment that I need to make here.
I promise I won’t break anything.”
"Ding"
A bunch of keys were thrown over, and Dr. Leslie said grimly:
"Those instruments were donated by the Wayne family. They are very expensive. If you break them, you'll have to find a way to pay for it yourself!"
Mason shrugged, holding the keys.
It’s actually quite nice to have a boss who appears cold but is actually warm-hearted.
However, the phone call he just received was somewhat unpleasant. He didn't know when Talia al Ghul got his contact information, but there was no doubt that the leakage of such a private number was as hard to guard against as telecommunications fraud.
"Mason, come quickly, there's a burn patient in the emergency room! We need your magic ointment."
Wendy, the nurse at the front desk, ran over and shouted to Mason.
The evil alchemist's eyes lit up. The burn ointment he had just made this morning had someone else trying it out. This was really great.
After working hard on his first aid proficiency throughout the morning and using his Level 2 cooking skills to serve the doctors and nurses today's special dish, Provence fish soup, which was a great delight to both the hosts and the guests, Mason took advantage of the lunch break to go to the pharmacology laboratory on the fourth floor of the clinic.
Generally, this kind of place is used for emergency testing of the blood composition of poisoned patients, but because Dr. Leslie's clinic has the Wayne family as a big sponsor, the "luxury" of this laboratory is no less than that of the laboratory of Wayne Industries' medical department.
Basically all the medical instruments available on the market are here, including three high-speed centrifuges for liquid stratification alone.
Mason rubbed his hands together, locked the door, opened the window, and dialed a number.
A few minutes later, the kite man appeared in the sky, flying his kite, and landed on the balcony on the fourth floor. He handed a black suitcase to Mason through the window.
He said:
"It's not easy to get these things. The old man in the bar has a really bad attitude! If I hadn't mentioned your name, he would have kicked me out."
"That is a small shop that provides services exclusively for spellcasters. It does not serve ordinary people."
Mason opened the suitcase and took a look at the various raw materials inside. He nodded and said to the kite man outside the window:
"Go to Wayne Manor, get the invisibility cloak from Selina, and wait in Crime Alley tonight. I received news that a dangerous guy is planning to attack me."
"How dare you! Is there anyone in Gotham who dares to mess with us?"
The kite flyer suddenly became angry and said:
"I'm going to go over there and make arrangements now, and blow that blind bastard to death tonight!"
"Be careful, don't get followed."
Mason reminded:
"That guy is really dangerous. Next time, let John make a few collar pins for you to wear. We are offending more and more people now, which is really a headache.
Is the vaccine ready?"
"Don't worry , Boss."
Kite Man reached out and pulled down his V-shaped mask, saying:
"I rented a special cold storage to store them. There are only two days left before the 'delivery date' we agreed with the pirates. We have to hurry. And John is still not going this time?"
"He wants to hide from the Star Club, so it's better for him not to show up here for the time being."
Mason checked the time and gestured to the Kite Man.
The latter nodded, flipped over, and fell from the fourth floor. After the kite opened, he glided quickly and disappeared into the gloomy sky of Gotham.
The young man closed the window, processed the various materials brought by the kite flyer, and then used modern technology for the first time to complete their fusion and further production.
The reason for not using alchemy is because the two things he wants to make today are quite unique.
Scarecrow's fear gas and the Joker's neurotoxin.
Both of these things have complete formulas in Mason's branch of alchemy. Mason had planned to try them again after a few days of free time, but Talia reminded him of the Scarlet Knight's attack for some unknown purpose.
So Mason planned to temporarily enhance his equipment.
The difficulty with something like fear gas is that it requires specialized equipment to make.
Compared with alchemical potions, it does not test personal skills too much. It is made according to the standard process of modern industry. As long as the materials are good enough, the products made will definitely be good.
Joker toxin is a little more complicated.
But the instruments in Dr. Leslie's clinic are sufficient to make it.
However, after the alchemy skill reached Lv4, Mason also received "improvement suggestions" about them when he unlocked the recipes of these two items.
Obviously, in the evaluation of the character card, both of these things fall into the category of "not perfect".
Mason used enchanting techniques to process all kinds of materials that could be enchanted in order to improve the quality of the finished products. He has developed this habit and will enchant the raw materials in advance for every attempt at alchemy. This has made Mason's enchanting skills improve like a rocket during this period.
It finally came to fruition today!
"Completed an excellent craftsmanship·temporary enchantment of raw materials. Enchanting skill proficiency increased by X5, currently at Lv1. Basic combat enchantment blueprint unlocked."
"cool!"
Mason whistled.
An hour and a half later, with the liquid vaporization instrument turned off, Mason obtained a finished product, a small silver-gray gas tank the size of a fist.
He held it in front of his eyes, and an information tag quickly popped up:
Scarecrow's Fear Gas
Quality: Excellent alchemical items, excellent craftsmanship
Item Effect: Releases poison gas to stimulate the brain secretions of surrounding life, causing it to enter a state of [Fear] and [Hallucinations]. The duration of this effect is related to the target's willpower.
When used in large quantities, it will cause irreversible damage to the target's mind.
Producer: Mason Cooper
Item Description: A good companion for haunted house visits, couple entertainment, and horror movie watching.
Successfully complete an excellent craft and excellent quality alchemical compound production, and increase your alchemical skill proficiency by x10.
Mason shook the gas tank in his hand vigorously twice, then took out the penguin umbrella and put it into the exquisite mechanical box inside the umbrella.
This umbrella was badly damaged before.
Now, after Mason's renovation and repair, most of the functions have finally been restored, and even the bulletproof umbrella has been remade with Batman's high-molecular polymer cape material.
Mason plans to take some time to replace the umbrella handle with Maxi Zeus's lightning scepter before leaving get off work. In this way, the umbrella will lose its shooting function but gain the effect of being able to throw out high-voltage current.
The Penguin who is already in heaven would probably be very pleased to see that his masterpiece was transformed into this "lethal weapon" by Mason, a Lv3 engineer, right?
As for why Mason must keep this umbrella, the reason is very simple.
Although he now has a variety of deadly weapons to choose from, he can't patrol the streets with a blaster shotgun when he appears in public as an ordinary person, right?
There has to be a weapon that can be used in "normal form".
Before the break was over, Mason made five canisters of fear gas and kept them in his bag for backup, and also made a bottle of clown toxin.
This thing is worthy of being something Zhou Ke'er uses to harm people.
When it is extracted into liquid, the color is an ominous dark green-black, and it is obviously highly poisonous.
Clown Toxin
Quality: Fine alchemical items, excellent quality
Item Effect: Depending on the dosage used, it can cause five different effects: [Confusion], [Fear], [Violence], [Sickness], [Crazy], [Deadly Smile]. The item is extremely toxic and can cause irreversible mental damage to the target when used in small amounts.
This item can be spread on a large scale by vaporizing it through heating.
Producer: Mason Cooper
Item Description: It's sweet, like the delicious mess you'd taste if you just decided to throw your mind to the wind after a bad day.
Successfully completed the production of an excellent craftsmanship and high-quality alchemical compound, and the proficiency of alchemical skills increased by x20.
"This thing is our new trump card. When we run into trouble, we can just throw it out. We don't even have to clean up the battlefield. It's clean and hygienic."
Mason carefully put the dark green liquid into his bag, then cleaned the laboratory and returned to work.
He had a very fulfilling day today, thanks to the League of Assassins causing a big commotion in Gotham City. Mason expected the clinic to be very "busy" for the next few days.
Before leaving work, he used magic fire and engineering skills to polish and assemble Maxi Zeus's lightning scepter and replaced it on the penguin umbrella. In this way, Mason's flushing and transformation of the umbrella was basically completed.
It is still a product of excellent quality, but the production process has entered the realm of outstanding craftsmanship.
Mason plans to first understand the blueprint of Mr. Freeze's freezing gun, and then add a freezing function to the umbrella, and then remove the flamethrower.
Mason could completely use alchemical bombs instead of flamethrowers, which was also his next stage of in-depth research in the field of integration of engineering and alchemy.
In the evening, Mason changed back into a gray windbreaker, carrying a suitcase, wearing a black coat and an umbrella with a gold handle, and walked out of the clinic.
It started raining again. Fortunately, Mason held an umbrella and gentlemanly walked the nurse Wendy across the street, letting her get in a taxi. Then he walked towards Crime Alley.
By the way, that cute little nurse seems to be actively talking to him lately...
It doesn't seem like this is going to be a good thing.
As a guy who looks 17 but is already in his thirties in soul, Mason is no longer as enthusiastic about emotional matters as young people.
Even though his healthy body tells him every day that he needs it.
But his soul said no!
"A good girl should be paired with a truly good man. Forget about me, a hapless person with so many secrets and bad luck who always gets into the black violence organization."
Mason walked into the silent and dark Crime Alley in the rain, holding a bag of garbage in his hand as if he was about to throw it into the trash can.
Ten seconds later, when Mason turned around, he saw a guy in a homeless cloak blocking the entrance to Crime Alley in front of him, in the increasingly heavy rain.
Silent, like a ghost.
He had two black pistols on his waist, and his thin face, exposed in the rain, was somewhat similar to Mason under the umbrella.
"Jason Todd."
The young man looked at the uninvited guest and whispered:
"There shouldn't be any personal grudge between us, right? Why are you blocking me here if you're not going to Wayne Manor to cause trouble for Bruce? You hate those young men who stole your identity as Robin, but I refused Bruce's offer.
I have no interest in being Robin."
"You killed the Joker."
Jason held the gun at his waist and said coldly:
"That's my prey!"
"Ah, it's really hard to reason with young people like you who have serious family problems!"
Mason complained:
“You always like to force the people you care about to make some stupid choices in order to prove your position in their hearts, but you are young and impulsive and can’t understand that every time you force them, you are pushing them away from you.
It's like a flying knife stabbing into my heart, leaving cracks everywhere.
Oh, right.
I have something else to ask you."
The young man coughed, put away his umbrella, and let the cold raindrops hit his black hair. He looked at Jason, flexed his fingers, and his tone became cold.
He said:
"Are you deliberately using Barbara? Or was her being taken back to the base by Grayson just an accident?"
“Does it make any difference?”
Jason drew two pistols and strode towards Mason.
He asked in the rain.
Mason shrugged his shoulders, put his finger on the handle of the umbrella, and replied in a gentle tone:
"Of course there is a difference, and it's a big difference. The answer will directly determine whether you are dragged out of this alley lying down or shoveled out with a shovel...
So answer seriously, Jason Todd."
