Volume 3: The Nameless Chapter 55 I should have stabbed you to death with a sword
"What on earth does Selina have?"
On the stairway leading to the Star Castle, Barbara asked with some concern, and Mason shook his head and said:
"Symbiote, a very troublesome alien creature, she must have contracted it accidentally when she executed the hunter Kraven, but don't worry too much.
Although it sounds like a dangerous parasite, symbionts actually need a host to survive.
Selina's life will not be threatened in the short term. The only trouble is that the thing will transform the host's body. I don't have any professional tools on hand now, so I have to borrow some from Judy.
You go and communicate with her.
We need at least a platinum-level trauma team-specific medical cabin, a set of nano-blood pumps and long-term healing robots, and a biological containment tank with the highest level of safety.
She should be able to find the complete set of items there."
"Okay, I'll be there right away."
Barbara nodded nervously, and after entering the Star Castle, she quickly went to Judy's studio. She had a very good relationship with Catwoman, and she didn't want to see Selina being tortured by an alien virus that sounded very dangerous.
Mason took another elevator and went all the way to Mr. Hunter's office.
When Mason pushed open the door, he found that there was no one here. The entire office was empty. He first wrote a letter to his immediate superior using his captain's authority, and then took the opportunity to take a look around Mr. Hunter's office.
I didn't find anything interesting or valuable collectibles, but I did unexpectedly discover the luxurious marble bathtub behind the office and a bucket of rose petals next to the bathtub.
Mason also saw some women's underwear thrown casually by the bathtub.
This made his eyes jump.
I rubbed my eyes and took a few steps back. I thought I should forget about these things as soon as possible, lest I be hacked to death by the angry Mr. Hunter. Although I don't know why she dressed up as a man, there must be a reason why she chose to dress up as a man in the Star Club...
It's better not to meddle in such private matters.
He didn't dare walk around anymore for fear of seeing something he shouldn't see, so he sat on the sofa in the office, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the snowy scenery in the valley in the distance, while taking out his slime monster from his pocket.
The sand and soil in the glass bottle had been almost eaten up by it, and its head had grown bigger. When it was taken out, it had turned into a five-pointed starfish and lay in the glass bottle as if observing the outside world.
very good.
This is the birth of wisdom, and people are beginning to be curious about the outside world.
"Kevin, keep eating. I'm still waiting for you to give me a surprise."
Mason flicked the glass bottle with his fingers, as if he was looking at a greedy hamster, and urged:
"You better grow up quick, little bastard. I'm planning on doing some cool alchemical experiments with the active slime. It would be great if you could change into the same form as Clayface."
As he spoke, Mason simply poured all the sandman cores in the box into Kevin's bottle.
Although it seems wasteful to do so, magic materials can always be replaced, and if a slime pet that can transform into millions of forms can quickly form combat power, it would be a huge profit.
A larger pile of delicious sand was poured into the glass bottle, making the little slime as happy as Harley Quinn who had crawled into a bucket of ice cream. By the way, Harley shouldn't have caused any trouble in Gotham after being away for two or three days, right?
Mason's mind began to wander as he waited, but he soon realized he was wasting time.
This is shameful! It's a crime.
So he quickly took out an unfinished small engineering part and assembled it in his hands. It turned out to be the very unscientific world enlarger and reducer.
It is said that this thing can change the world as seen by the user. Mason has made all the components, but now it lacks a large energy output device to start it.
The Ark Reactor is probably okay, but at this stage it is obviously too extravagant to use the Ark Reactor to assemble this thing.
A few minutes later, Mason's thoughts were interrupted by a crisp sound. He turned his head and saw that the glass bottle at his feet had been burst by the swollen slime monster Kevin.
The newborn slime monster moved its "body" in place. It seemed to sense Mason's gaze, so it carefully jumped into Mason's palm, twisted itself into a little man, bowed hard, and put its hands together to express its gratitude.
All he was missing was speaking and singing praises.
This well-behaved look showed that this guy was of high intelligence , and Mason was very satisfied with his understanding.
"Now that it has taken shape, it's time to fulfill its mission."
He casually took out a bottle of potion and placed it in front of the slime monster Kevin, saying:
"Here, drink this stuff and let me see if you can keep it."
The ignorant little slime didn't know what Mason was going to do, but obediently let Mason pour the purple potion on its head. The liquid quickly seeped the body of the slime monster, quickly staining its khaki appearance into a strange purple color.
Then Mason dropped it on the ground again, gestured, and said:
"Split apart! Apply these drugs all over this place, the sooner the better. Let me see what you are capable of."
As soon as he finished speaking, the purple slime monster swelled up like a balloon and then exploded . Purple mud spots were scattered everywhere, and in an instant the entire office was covered with drug-contaminated mud.
The scene of the "venom bomb" exploding made Mason very satisfied.
If Kevin's body was filled with fear gas or the more vicious clown gas, this explosion would be enough to kill all the enemies in such a large space.
The best part is that it has “automatic tracking”, so it’s the kind of weapon that you can just throw out and forget about.
But that alone is not enough.
"Kevin! Transform!"
Mason gave another order, and the erupted slime monster quickly withdrew its "body" from everywhere. The purple slime that was everywhere moved around and quickly merged together again, then expanded in front of Mason's eyes.
It was like a ball of plasticine being kneaded by invisible hands. It took more than ten seconds to shape a slime monster that was very similar to Mason.
It can be seen that Kevin really wants to make his face look like Mason.
But it obviously did not have the same superb control as Clayface. Perhaps it was not familiar with the process because it was its first time. After trying for a long time, it still failed to complete the "simulated copy" of Mason.
This disappointed Kevin.
The face with blurred features revealed a visible disappointment, and even a very human sigh. Under Mason's gaze, it turned back into a small ball of purple slime as if it had "leaked" and jumped back into Mason's palm.
"It's okay, we can contact each other later. Now evaporate the potion in your body."
The evil alchemist sitting on the sofa stroked his chin and gave an order. Kevin obviously didn't quite understand the meaning of "evaporation", but he probably understood that Mason wanted it to excrete the potion in its body.
So the purple little man shook his body hard to shake the potion in his body everywhere, just like a puppy shaking off water stains, which made Mason look disgusted.
It seems that it has not yet mastered such an advanced technique as "evaporation".
"It's OK, now split a little and give it to me."
Mason stretched out his hand and shook it. The slime monster Kevin opened his mouth and screamed a few times, then twisted his body in pain and "squeezed" out a little slime that fell into Mason's hand.
The alchemist picked it up and examined the properties of the slime in front of him, and found that it became an active production material after being soaked in the potion.
It can be used to make high-level potions or prepare highly toxic substances.
But Kevin is still very weak now, and this split will undoubtedly make him very weak, but this also makes Mason very satisfied.
This little slime monster has a promising future.
"Bang"
The door of the office was pushed open at this moment. Mr. Hunter, who hurried back, saw Mason on the sofa and the strange thing under his feet. The great mentor said in a strange tone:
"Your pet is quite unique."
"This is not a pet. This is my alchemy assistant and important tool. His name is Kevin."
Mason stood up and without further ado, he took out Sandstorm's broken silver ID card from his pocket and handed it to Mr. Hunter, saying:
"Fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission. The traitor has been beheaded. I believe the death of this disloyal guy is enough to warn other people in the organization who have ulterior motives."
“So soon?”
Mr. Hunter was a little surprised. After she took the ID card and confirmed it was correct, she said to Mason:
"As a newcomer who has been in the organization for more than a month, your growth rate is indeed surprising. I have to say that I was right about you. You will indeed have a bright future."
The Grand Master was in a good mood, and as he walked towards his desk, he used that Force-like skill to take his coffee cup and made himself a cup of steaming hot coffee.
She sat down in her chair in a comfortable posture, looked at Mason, and said:
"Now let me give you a brief report on the mission. I also need to write a report to fool my two companions. You talk, I'm listening."
"There's not much to say about the mission. We rushed in and contacted some local rebels. We took advantage of the dark night to break into the Hydra team's base and quickly defeated them."
Mason glanced at Mr. Hunter who was drinking coffee. The guy didn't even take off his mask. He wondered if the coffee would pour into her nostrils?
He paused, waiting until Mr. Hunter took a sip of coffee before he spoke:
"It was just that there was a small accident during the mission. I encountered the Cleaner Corps."
“That’s normal.”
Mr. Hunter savored his coffee and said casually:
“The world where Sandstorm is located is one of the first worlds to be discovered and developed. There are rare resources there, so it is only right for the Cleaner Corps to be stationed there.
After all, the "pollution" suffered by that world is of the highest level, and some very troublesome guys will occasionally be born among the zombies endowed with super vitality.
Did you have a smooth contact with them?
Didn't they give you any trouble?"
"No, they are quite easy to talk to."
Mason curled his lips and said:
"Especially since we took down five commanders and reduced an entire army of cleaners to ashes, and those kind people didn't complain at all from beginning to end."
"puff"
Mr. Hunter violently sprayed warm coffee from the mouth of the mask, making a mess in his office.
She stood up suddenly, pointed her finger at Mason with a trembling hand, and for a moment she couldn't think of any suitable adjective, so she could only stamp her feet in anger and curse:
"Tell me again what you did? What did you do to them?"
"Kill him."
Mason fished out five nameplates of Cleaner Commanders from his bosom and threw them on Mr. Hunter's desk. These blood-stained and twisted things left Mr. Hunter speechless.
At her level, she can defeat an entire army of cleaners by herself, not to mention that it is just the local garrison, which is a third-rate role in the war army and there won't be any strong people stationed there.
It is not impossible for Team K to destroy a stationed legion with the help of local resistance forces.
But the problem is, this is not a question of combat effectiveness comparison at all!
The demise of a legion stationed on a world would definitely lead to an investigation by the Cleaners' headquarters and would even directly alert higher authorities. Once what Mason had done came to light, she and her people would also be implicated.
To be honest, at that moment, Mr. Hunter felt a surge of anger and murderous intent in his heart.
This Mason is so crazy!
He had no idea how much trouble his actions would bring to his companions who were still hiding in the darkness.
But before Mr. Hunter could get angry, Mason took the initiative to provide more information.
He told the whole story of the Green Goblin and the other three pioneer teams and even took out a detailed mission report, accurately pointing out the numbers of the three pioneer teams and a latent intelligence network hidden in the brother organizations. This level of matter immediately made Mr. Hunter suppress his anger and narrow his eyes.
She keenly captured the value of the information Mason brought back.
"The Defenders and Punishers teams are fine, they are low-key and not very famous among the B-level members, but the Shield team is indeed very powerful.
They completed each of their missions beautifully and had almost no intersection with other teams. It was almost becoming one of the urban legends of the Star Club.
From what I have heard, my fellow swordsmen have been trying to win them over in secret."
Mr. Hunter sat in his chair thinking. She glanced at Mason and said:
"You really are causing me trouble!"
"But I have brought you three forces that can be controlled. Once their dark history is exposed, they will have no place to stand in the Star Society."
Mason whispered:
"This isn't necessarily an organization that encourages betrayal, is it? I know our actions carry great risks, but they are nothing compared to the gains we have made so far.
You should probably go over there and meet the old Green Goblin yourself.
That old fox has his own ideas and is at his weakest right now. With a little guidance he can become your helper. Perhaps our small 'Quint Club' can also have a new member.
Although I don't like old Norman, I have to admit that he is a smart guy and ruthless. He is a rare talent for your business."
"Well, I really should go over, not only to meet him, but also to deal with the mess you left behind."
Mr. Hunter wiped the coffee stains off his mask, sighed a little tiredly, and said:
“Mason, I hope you can at least inform me before doing this next time. Maybe you think you are helping, but you are not! Our organization does not need so many people at the moment.
Moreover, according to what you said, he is an ambitious person. "
"I admit that my actions this time were somewhat ill-considered, and I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you."
Mason put the slime monster Kevin into his pocket and whispered:
"But I think I have proven my loyalty and ability, and I deserve more trust. So, Mr. Hunter, can you tell me now what the ultimate goal of our small organization is?"
Mr. Hunter was silent for a few seconds, raised his head, and replied:
"Be patient, Lao K. We need to find the answers one by one. Haven't you always been curious about the truth behind the 'impact'? I think it might be more appropriate for us to discuss this issue after you have experienced it once."
