Volume 3: The Nameless Chapter 60 Mason Cooper is a vicious bastard (sure!)
Mason has been running around all this time, but Poison Ivy, who stayed in Cooper's cabin, did not waste any time.
She wasn't just learning alchemy with Mason for fun.
She didn't want to turn back into the manic mad woman she once was. If she wanted to control her emotions, she had to learn how to make the three potions.
Thanks to day and night practice and Poison Ivy's powerful manipulation of plants, the time has finally come to produce results.
With Mason watching, Ivy spent thirty minutes selecting the ingredients to complete the preparation of a sedative, which was the easiest of the three emotion-related potions to make.
But she didn't have the help of Mason's manufacturing system, and this was entirely a skill she mastered through practice.
Ivy extinguished the flame of the crucible, poured the potion into the crystal bottle with an alchemical spoon, and handed it to Mason with both hands. The uneasy expression on her green face looked like a student handing in homework to a teacher for review.
Harley Quinn, who was watching, also covered her mouth, staring at Mason with wide eyes, waiting for his judgment.
She has been with Ivy these days, and she knows how hard her best friend has worked. Although she is almost going crazy, she still hopes that her good friend can get a "high score" in this "practical assessment".
“The color is correct and the flavor is fine.”
Mason sat on the chair and looked at the medicine Ivy handed him carefully. After a few seconds, he shook the bottle in his hand and said to Poison Ivy:
"But the filtering was not careful enough, so it had sediment, which might affect the final effect of the sedative. But for a novice, it's good enough to be able to do this .
Next up is the last item, Ivy.
You know, as alchemists we should have enough confidence in our skills. If you have fully understood the secret of this formula, then you should be clear about the effect of this potion.
so……"
Mason handed the potion back to Poison Ivy and said:
"Drink it."
“That’s not fair!”
Harley Quinn, who was watching, shook her twin-tailed blonde hair and shouted:
"I didn't see you drink the potion yourself after making it, Mason. I think you're just trying to embarrass Ivy."
"An alchemist who doesn't even dare to drink the potion he made can't be called a potion maker."
Mason stressed expressionlessly:
"And I drink a bottle of 'Brown|Owl' every morning to ensure my energy for the day. This is not double standards. How can I dare to let my companions drink something that I don't dare to drink myself?"
“Wrong logic!”
Harry snorted and said:
"I also know that you asked Kite Man to help you secretly recruit long-term drug testers in the Gotham's Minions Union. I also joined that union a few days ago!
I also saw the information posted by Kite Man!
Tsk, I'll drink it!"
She snatched the potion from Mason's hand, raised her head and drank the bottle of potion before Poison Ivy could stop her. After drinking it, she frowned and pursed her lips, as if she was savoring the taste of the potion.
"Oh, it doesn't seem right."
Harry blinked and said:
"Why is it so bitter? Mason's tranquilizer tastes like a nice orange, but yours doesn't. Ivy, are you mistaken?"
"Because taste is also a very important part of the potion's effect."
Mason picked up his watch and read the seconds, explaining to Harley Quinn:
"To take your feelings into consideration, I specially added concentrated orange juice to your potion. I know you like this kind of fruit..."
"Plop"
Before he could finish his words, Harley Quinn fell to the ground, lying on her butt in an indecent posture and soon began to snore.
Mason glanced at the time and said:
"It took thirteen seconds from drinking it to falling asleep. It seems your potion is quite effective.
She finished a small bottle in one breath. I really admire Harley's good appetite. She has drunk it so many times, doesn't she know that the normal dosage of this stuff is calculated by 'drops'?
What she had just drunk was enough for her to sleep for three days.
But this is not a bad thing. Her recent emotional release has been a bit too intense, and she really should calm down and rest for a few days."
"Have I passed the test?"
Poison Ivy waved her hand, and the branches of a potted plant on the table behind her grew rapidly, winding over like living vines, rolling Harley Quinn up from the ground, and quickly "weaving" a rattan bed under her so that she could sleep more comfortably.
Ivy looked up at Mason, and the evil alchemist nodded and said:
"You can start making the euphoria potion now. The demulcent potion is the most troublesome to make, so leave it for last. But now that you've gotten started, there are some things I should tell you.
I need your ability to manipulate plants, Ivy.
To be precise, my small organization needs your help. You can understand this as an "invitation". I will tell you the specific work when we arrive at our destination.
If you don't have a date tonight, shall we leave now?"
"Harley has been telling me that you must be from a secret organization, and she even pretended to be trying to find out your little secret. It seems that she was right.
She is really sensitive about this.”
Poison Ivy wasn't too surprised.
She has been famous in Gotham for a long time and has been a first-line villain for several years. She has seen a lot. Facing Mason's invitation, she was very calm.
But before leaving, she glanced at Harley Quinn who was sleeping soundly on the rattan bed and said:
"Is it okay to leave her here alone?"
"Let her have a good rest."
Mason took out his invisibility cloak and covered Harley with it to keep her from catching a cold. He then took out a black, briefcase-sized drone from his pocket and placed it on the table.
This thing activates the moment your finger leaves your body.
Six X-shaped wings popped out from behind it, carrying it as it began to patrol within the basement.
After leaving the basement, Mason released the remaining three identical drones and asked them to guard Cooper's shop. He also placed his bottles and jars behind the counter, thus completing his defense work.
He turned his head and saw Poison Ivy looking at the drones with curiosity, so he explained:
"This thing is called 'Pterodactyl', a civilian armed drone made with future technology. It is very smart and can scan any life that approaches here. If it is not authorized to enter, the attack program will be triggered.
Generally speaking, a short-range high-voltage stun gun is sufficient to protect Harley and deal with thieves."
"But there's more to Gotham than just thieves."
Poison Ivy got into the bed of Mason's scooter, put on a green helmet, and said with some concern:
"This city is full of crazy people in strange costumes."
“So I gave them a Level 2 authorization.”
Mason shrugged and said:
"When the stun gun is useless, it will activate the quadruple-loaded small-caliber riot gun and the special paralysis bullet. In addition, the lethal electric current attack released when attacked should put your mind at ease, right?
If that wasn't enough, they will explode on the spot when destroyed.
The power is equivalent to the impact of three high-explosive grenades exploding at the same time. Uh, if you are still worried, I can configure a 'Griffin' military assault drone here.
Its firepower is battlefield-level..."
"That's enough."
Poison Ivy waved her hands and said:
"Where do you get all these crazy-sounding things?"
"Didn't I say this before? I found some great friends this time when I went out."
Mason grinned and said:
"These are the 'samples' she gave me. When I have time, I can mass-produce these devices. When the time comes, after I replace them with my homemade engineering bombs, they will all become cute little things that can make the enemy cry for their parents.
Sit tight.
We are off to go.”
The young man twisted the handlebars, launching the scooter into the air with a catapult-like start.
He would take Poison Ivy to Miller Harbor, through the World Gate there, to the Forbidden Forest, complete the harvest of the potion field, and invite Poison Ivy to be the "gardener" of Team K.
As long as this sister makes good use of her ability to manipulate plants, Mason won't have to worry about the shortage of alchemical materials in the future.
But Cooper's shop was destined not to be quiet tonight.
Just ten minutes after Mason and Poison Ivy left, the sound of motorcycles came from afar in the gloomy night of Crime Alley. A Batmobile came speeding over, and with a chic turn and graceful precision, it stopped in the alley opposite Cooper's shop.
Then, a short figure jumped off the motorcycle.
He was wearing a black cloak, a very professional ninja tights, and a domino mask found in the Batcave on his face, covering his eyes while protecting his eyeballs with white goggles.
The guy looked around vigilantly, took a samurai sword from the motorcycle and put it on his back, and took out a lot of miscellaneous throwing knives and flying claws and put them on his body.
After everything was ready, he grabbed an assembled gun and pulled the trigger at Cooper's shop. Three smoke bombs flew into the shop, making it shadowy and facilitating his subsequent armed raid.
For Damian Wayne's still short life, being defeated by Mason and Catwoman in the Gotham incident half a month ago was definitely a great humiliation.
He originally thought that he could compete with Batman, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even beat the gatekeeper.
This made Damian, who had a high opinion of himself, very uncomfortable. He sneaked out of Wayne Manor tonight not to seek revenge, but just wanted to fight with Mason Cooper again to prove that his failure last time was purely due to Mason's "shameless sneak attack".
This sounds like something a kid would do if he refused to admit defeat.
But considering that Damian's actual age is only eleven, it does make sense.
He took advantage of the smoke bomb's effect and nimbly jumped through the window into Cooper's shop on the second floor. He was about to launch a sneak attack on Mason, but he suddenly rolled over when he landed.
Accurately dodged the high voltage current coming from behind.
Damian has a very solid basic skills because of his grandfather who is the king of assassins. After dodging the first round of attacks, he did not stop. He jumped several times in the smoke and found himself in a blind spot on the second floor of the house.
He looked towards the attacker.
Then he saw a strange-looking drone hovering in the smoke, which made Damian frown.
"Who would install such an expensive and advanced drone in their home?"
The genuine young master of the Wayne family complained in his heart:
"This Mason Cooper is really not a serious man! There must be a lot of secrets in this house."
As he thought about it, he threw a dart at the black drone. It hit the drone's shell with a bang and then a dazzling electric current shot out.
Micro EMP shock!
People in the Wayne family always have these little gadgets on them.
Damian thought that such an attack would render the drone ineffective, but he did not expect that the drone not only withstood the EMP attack but also reacted quickly to re-lock the target.
This time, there was no stun gun for warning. The black shell popped open, revealing a quad-barreled small-caliber riot gun that occupied two-thirds of its body.
In an instant, a volley of bullets swept over with terrifyingly high accuracy.
Caught off guard, Da Mi rolled over from the second floor and landed lightly on the first floor. He drew out the samurai sword from behind and prepared to chop down the unruly drone.
But when he turned around, he saw three other identical intelligent drones surrounding him from all sides.
When they first discovered Rice's drone, it shared target data and threat levels with them. These little gadgets didn't show any mercy. In just a blink of an eye, Mason's small shop was turned into a mess by flying bullets.
Damian Wayne is indeed amazing.
Inheriting the excellent blood of the Wayne family and the Assassin King family, he was not at all panicked at this critical moment. He swung the sharp blade in his hand and rolled several times with the bulletproof cloak behind him before approaching one of the machines.
These little creatures were incredibly fast and agile, able to move at high speeds in narrow spaces without hitting obstacles, but their programmed reactions were clearly not fast enough when faced with an attack from an eleven-year-old master assassin.
The moment the knife flashed, the drone in front of him was split into four.
But before Da Mi could catch his breath, an extreme sense of threat rose from his heart and rushed straight into his forehead, causing him to shudder and flip his cloak and pounce backwards.
With a loud "bang", the chopped drone exploded in a narrow place. Its power shattered all the bottles and jars in the whole hut and pushed the rice into the wall.
It made the young man feel dizzy.
Then he saw the remaining three drones forming a "hunting" formation in the smoke and rushing towards him.
Rice also became furious and cursed in his heart that Gotham was a hellish place where even a 17-year-old young man could assemble a killing machine that was much more advanced than the Bat Drone.
But with the experience of the first time, handling the remaining three "Pterodactyls" became much easier.
It took him two or three minutes to kill these troublesome guys. Four consecutive explosions turned Mason's shop into a complete garbage dump, and the stairs between the first and second floors were all broken into pieces.
Although Da Mi was not injured after being bombed four times without any preparation, he became even more angry instead of venting his anger. He felt that he had made the mistake of underestimating the enemy again.
If I had known Mason was so difficult, I should have done some reconnaissance before coming here.
But it has come to this point, it would be too embarrassing to just leave like this, so Rice decided to continue to break in, but he did not notice that a magic bottle placed on the counter by Mason was affected by the explosion and smashed to the ground.
There was a crisp click, and then with a low roar, the zombie king Kingpin made a grand appearance!
The terrifying creature howled and pounced on Damian while waving its claws. The fresh flesh and blood stimulated the zombie king's eyes and made them turn red. The sudden appearance of this big guy scared Damian.
But he was well prepared and rushed forward without fear, dragging his long sword.
Five minutes later, Damian, with his clothes torn to pieces and the samurai sword in his hand broken, looked in a miserable state. He looked fiercely at the zombie king who was suppressed in the ruins by the secret technique of the Assassin's League behind him. He felt that his bones were going to be broken by that thick-skinned bastard.
"You win this time, Mason Cooper!"
Da Mi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staggered with the broken samurai sword in his hand, opened the door and prepared to leave, saying harshly:
"I'll teach you a lesson next time!"
Perhaps it was the messy house that concealed the smell, or perhaps it was the recent "self-destruction war" that caused Mi, who had not yet reached the pinnacle of his practice, to relax his vigilance.
In short, Damian did not notice that a staggering figure behind him was walking out of the basement in a daze with a baseball bat.
"What the hell is going on?"
Harley Quinn, who had drunk a whole bottle of sedatives and was soundly asleep, was awakened by the explosion that was so close to her.
But the drug was still taking effect at this time. She was half covered with an invisibility cloak, like a sleepwalker. She dragged a baseball bat, opened the basement door, and looked out while yawning.
Then, Harley saw a sneaky short thief trying to pry the door open with a knife!
No!
No, how could he pry it out from the inside?
Tsk, never mind!
How dare this damn thief come to Mason's store to cause trouble?
Harley yawned, put on her invisibility cloak, and inched closer to Damian, who was whispering, holding the baseball bat in both hands.
When the young man was about to leave the place he had destroyed, there was a sudden loud bang and the baseball bat swung by Harley hit him hard on the back of the head.
"Damn it! I've been tricked!"
These were Damian Wayne's last thoughts before he staggered into unconsciousness:
"Mason Cooper! You vicious bastard, I will never forgive you!"
