Volume 5: The Young Wolf Seeks Home Chapter 8 The black guy wandering around Gotham in the late night may not be Batman, but may be...
"Hal Jordan, who was brought back, actually became a Green Lantern! But there's something wrong with his oath and his costume. As expected of the Green Lantern Corps, the chance of a 'mutated species' appearing is much higher than in other Lantern Corps."
On the top floor of the Afterlife Bar, the busy Mason did not forget to observe the two green lights flying and chasing each other at the end of the sky.
Although he did not release drones to watch the entire transformation process of Hal in the other world, for his Isu perception, which was currently being explored for its potential, it was still easy for him to eavesdrop on the sound with only a floor between them.
At this moment, he was happy about Hal's successful "career change", but also a little annoyed that this guy had attracted the attention of Hal in this world.
The original plan was to include him as an aid in the old man's covert operation.
Now that you're exposed, how can you hide ?
But if you think about it carefully, Green Lantern's fighting style and his ability characteristics are not really suitable for stealth operations.
Putting aside the fact that such a large ball of green light is easily spotted, this mode of drawing power from the emotional spectrum is inherently a very "idealistic" power, which results in the Lanterns' upper and lower limits being quite astonishing.
These guys are notoriously unstable.
When it is strong, it can light up the sun. When it is weak, the master can steal its lantern ring silently. This happened three times...
So instead of forcing him to hide in the shadows, it is better to let him act openly and divert the attention of those spies when necessary.
In this way, one doing things in the light and the other in the dark can cooperate with each other.
On the contrary, Hal Jordan did not arrive here through the World Gate, he has nothing to do with the Stars, and his identity is currently only known by Flash. He is quite free in this world, and it is also quite good to be a lone ranger hero who appears and disappears at any time and a free man who is ready to support any action at any time.
Thinking of this, Mason sent a message to Hal Jordan and then stopped caring about the "playfulness" between the Lanterns.
He turned his attention back to the inscription at hand.
At his feet was already half a box full of Darkmoon Cards and some processed Isu accessories. They were by-products of the Inscription Skill. They were not of high quality and were mainly used for the vassal army that was being formed.
He would extract the world coordinates on the Weapon X card tonight, and at the same time, study in depth the only systematic inscription knowledge he currently possessed.
The Isu ghost Consus floated beside Mason, guiding him in the engraving of the primary Isu inscriptions and explaining to him how these inscriptions worked.
In fact, if you think about it carefully, Mason has quite a lot of knowledge in this area.
He has mastered more than a dozen scattered inscriptions of the Asgard domain, and the inscriptions of the Olympian gods from Paradise Island have also been basically collected thanks to Zha Kang's search in the old man's world.
However, the entry difficulty of these divine inscriptions is at Lv6, so you can't rely on them at the moment.
"You are already very skilled, my brother."
After Mason completed the engraving of the inscription quickly and well, Consus exclaimed:
"Your craftsmanship is comparable to the best inscription craftsmen in Feiyan City. You are worthy of being the inheritor of the knowledge of the 'God Craftsman'. I think you don't need to try to make these individual inscriptions now. Try to create something more difficult.
Golden apple.
Or biological bait.
Those are all masterpieces of the Isu inscription system. Being able to make a finished product with your own hands means that your craftsmanship will reach a new level."
“It’s not impossible.”
Mason shrugged and glanced at the Isu talent [Forger] on the character card, and found that the latter's upgrade requirement of making 2,000 Isu creations had accumulated to 1,827.
If you work hard these few days, you might be able to upgrade.
He rearranged the materials and prepared to try to make biological bait.
It was the Isu genetic biology "bomb" that could "transform" that was found in the Grand Temple in New York before. Although Mason didn't know much about the Isu's genetic engineering, Consus behind him was a leader in the field. With his patience, Mason shouldn't have any problem making a basic biological bait.
"You don't have the gene fragments of the biological giants that we used to use, so you can't make high-level biological bait, but you can try with the gene fragments of ordinary creatures first."
Consus reminded:
"Use your miraculous alchemical skills to purify the gene fragments first, then use engineering to create the shell and inducer of the biological bait, and finally use inscription techniques to engrave a distribution system for it.
Eventually you'll end up with a very special 'bio-bomb'.
Just throw it at the enemy to destroy the target's genes and transform it into the form you want. It may not be very effective against strong enemies, but it is much more useful for clearing minions than your current engineering bombs.
You are a craftsman, my brother.
You should focus more instead of wasting time on cleaning up the mobs."
“That makes sense.”
Mason nodded in agreement and began to devote himself to making the "new toy".
Although the process Consus described was quite complicated, in fact, for Mason, whose skills were gradually improving, as long as he found the trick, he would not encounter insurmountable obstacles in this process.
Just thirty minutes later, the first biological bait bomb he made was engraved.
The finished product looks very much like a golden apple but is very dim. The surface of the palm-sized metal ball is engraved with nested layers of geometric Isu inscriptions. There are twelve basic inscriptions alone, which are combined with each other to achieve complex functions.
Consus was right.
This combination attempt tests the craftsman's patience and skills more than the production of a single inscription, and is more in line with the "excellence" required by Mason's manufacturing industry.
The moment the last line of the inscription was engraved, he could feel the biological bait bomb in his hand begin to actively absorb free energy from the surrounding environment to complete self-charging.
This means that the thing has been successfully produced.
He put the dull metal ball in his hand in front of his eyes and checked it. The information label popped up:
Primary biological bait bomb · crocodile
Quality: Excellent Engineering/Inscription/Alchemical Creation·Excellent Craftsmanship
Special Effects: This biological bait is full of [Gene Fragment·Killer Croc]. After being activated, it will apply the [Gene Recombination] effect to all life within 50 yards, forcibly changing the target life form to "Weakened·Killer Croc".
The duration of this effect varies depending on the stability of the target gene, with an upper limit of 24 hours and a lower limit of 0.1 seconds.
Notice!
The biological bait bomb can be charged autonomously and used multiple times. However, when connected to an external energy source, the bomb becomes effective once, and its impact range and intensity will be greatly increased.
hint!
This type of biological bomb can achieve forced changes to the target's life form by replacing internal preset gene fragments, but using the same type of biological bait on the same target multiple times will cause the target to become resistant to the effects of genetic recombination.
Producer: Mason Cooper
Item description: What do you need this thing for? Listen to me, change your job to a mage now and practice hard for a few days, then you can learn the "Sheep Transformation Technique". Magic is much more useful than this bomb (dog head).
"Oh, you finally did something good."
Mason looked at the item description and squinted his eyes.
He stroked the freshly-made biological bait bomb in his hand and said with a grin:
“If you hadn’t mentioned this, I wouldn’t have been able to connect it with the fantasy magic of sheep transformation. Isn’t this just a technological version of sheep transformation?
It works on a group basis, which is awesome.
Hmm.
I suddenly had a good idea. "
He threw out his suitcase and jumped in. A few minutes later, Mason came out holding several test tubes filled with black blood.
The screams of the zombie three-headed dog Maomao could also be heard from the box.
As Team K's strength increases, this zombie three-headed dog has become "unemployed" and is now tied up by Mason outside the suitcase factory as a watchdog.
However, like Professor McGonagall, this guy was also "tamed" by the effect of the Resurrection Stone fragments.
At least it won't bite Mason again.
As for the coward Yaya, that guy was handed over to the female pirate Mrs. Elizabeth and is now in a "free-range" state. It is said that he is very familiar with a group of "zombie buddies" in the abandoned city of New York.
The survivors of the Pirate World have begun to clean up the city with the support of the old green devil.
As the daughter of the former pirate king and governor, Lady Elizabeth will lead them to start a life in the wasteland there. With Yaya around, she can at least give them some warnings.
"This thing is definitely not as good as the mythical three-headed dog Cerberus, but it is also a legitimate magical creature. We only need to purify the pure biological genes to make it into a more powerful biological bait."
Mason shook the black blood in his hand and said:
"When they are besieged, just throw the bombs out and turn them into three-headed dogs to tear each other apart. Just think about it... Wait, they can turn into ferocious three-headed dogs, why would they still use them on the enemy?"
The captain stroked his chin, as if the door to a new world had suddenly opened.
He looked at the biological bait bomb in front of him and said:
"If we modify the effect, it should be possible to use it as a temporary reinforcement for our own people? This thing is much more convenient than taking medicine, right? Hmm, the 'Druid' servant army of Team K?
It feels very interesting! "
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The darkness was long and soon it was dawn. The bustling Next Life Bar gradually became quiet, and even the guests who had been playing all night seemed a little exhausted.
A black SUV slowly drove up from the street corner and finally stopped in front of the bar.
The car door opened, and a bald black man wearing a leather jacket and an eye mask jumped out. He stretched his body and looked around, finally looking at the bar sign and the magnificent door in front of him.
He curled his lips and did not go in immediately. Instead, he waited at the door for his driver to park the car before walking in with the tall, blond man with a perky butt.
The guy knocked on the desk at the front desk and said to the smiling android receptionist:
"Is Mason Cooper here?"
The receptionist from the world of 2077 said with a professional smile without changing her expression:
"Sir, we don't have the person you're asking about here."
"Yeah?"
Looking at the very social old black man, he curled his lips and said:
"But he invited me to come here tonight. It's very tiring and troublesome to travel here. It's not easy . How about you ask him again? By the way, my nickname is Old A."
The receptionist was stunned.
The two people in front of her didn't look like they were here to cause trouble, so she asked her superior for instructions.
Soon , Miss Huazi, the bar business director who had been busy all night, came out in person to greet the two guests and took them straight to the top floor.
"He has a very sophisticated concealing technique. The plane here is separated from the outside world. No wonder we can't sense him outside."
The blond man behind Lao Hei whispered.
Without deliberately lowering her voice or avoiding Huazi beside her, Miss Huazi acted as if she didn't hear anything. She brought the two of them to Mason's office without saying a word.
She knocked on the door, and Mason's slightly tired voice came from inside:
"Come in."
Huazi made a "please" gesture to the two guests, then turned and left.
Lao Hei shrugged, reached out and pushed open the door, and saw Mason sitting behind the desk, placing a dim biological bait bomb in the weapons box.
The box was already filled with nearly twenty identical things.
"You have a nice place, Old K."
The one-eyed bald black man strode into the office, without any courtesy, and lay down on the sofa in a very familiar manner.
He casually threw out a mobile phone-like device, and the next moment, special energy fluctuations echoed here, instantly constructing a shielding layer covering the room.
The blond man wearing sunglasses next to him had his hands clasped and stood behind the bald old black man like a soldier.
"Hello, Mr. A."
Mason glanced at the guy sitting on the sofa like a big boss. He took out a bottle of owl potion and drank it, which dispelled his fatigue and slowed down his fast-moving mind for a while.
He came to Gotham tonight not only to attend the opening ceremony, but also to meet with the boss of the Quint Society.
As for the reason, it's very simple.
After all, this is Mason's base camp. If something happens, all it takes is one message to get the entire Justice League to help.
This was the safest place Mason could find. Although he didn't think anything dangerous would happen during tonight's meeting, it was better to be prepared.
Mason stood up, put the weapons box filled with biological bait bombs back into his bag, and glanced at the translucent character card in front of him.
His inscription skill, which had reached Lv4+1, was enough for him to extract the world coordinates on the Weapon X card, but the conversation with the nominal "boss" was obviously more important at the moment.
He walked out of the desk, pulled a chair and sat next to Old A. He reached out to activate the gravity ring in his hand, took out a bottle of wine and three glasses from the cupboard and placed them steadily on the table between them.
"I've thought about it."
Mason opened the bottle of wine and said gently to the bald, one-eyed old black man in front of him:
"That A-level seat is not suitable for me at the moment, so I gave its allocation rights to Q. That is her responsibility. With the current strength of me and Team K, it is enough for us to be a low-key B-level team.
I appreciate your kindness, but I really don’t need it.”
"It's up to you to arrange it."
Old A waved his hand and said nonchalantly:
"Anyway, with the talent and ability you have shown, even without my little help, it is a foregone conclusion that you will be admitted into the A-level Twelve Council in a short period of time.
I just wanted to do a favor.
Alas, I am indeed old.
I can't even grasp the minds of young people. Maybe it's time for me to step down and live out my days as a local tyrant in a garden world."
"You're joking, Mr. Nick Fury."
Mason glanced at him, pushed the full glass in front of him, and said:
"In the world where you exist, your reputation is well-known, and no one dares to look down on you... Mr. Steve Rogers, don't stand there, take a seat.
This conversation is safe here with me, and I promise no one will disturb us.
But what is your code name in the organization?"
"Number 3."
The blond Captain Steve simply replied:
"He is also the captain and commander of the Third Conqueror Sequence of the Cleaner Corps. Team K's actions at Osborne Tower were quick and efficient, and I admire them very much."
"So you were the one who helped me clean up the mess I made the first time. I really caused you a lot of trouble."
Mason smiled sincerely, raised his glass and said:
"Thank you, Captain."
"It doesn't have to be like this. We are all soldiers in the same trench. It's only right for us to help each other."
Captain Steve was indeed as humble and polite as the rumors said. He waved his hand and said:
"The knowledge and information that Team K brought back from the Isu World and the War World really helped us a lot. Frankly speaking, the shadow of the Third Impact has been dispelled a lot because of your outstanding contributions.
I feel like an A-level seat isn’t even enough to reward you for your contribution.”
"Okay, gentlemen, no more business flattery."
The ignored bald old black man picked up the wine glass, coughed unhappily, and said:
"The clone I left at the Hope Council will be discovered within 30 minutes at most, and we have to get back before that. Old J's crappy ship is still waiting at Gotham Harbor.
Crossing the world is a difficult process, not to mention having to avoid those damn malicious eyes.
So, let’s get down to business.”
He crossed his legs and looked at Mason, showing his sharp white teeth and said:
"What the hell are you doing? If you have any complaints about us, just tell us. The end of the world is nigh, and we don't have time to play guessing games here.
Openness and frankness are the prerequisite for unity .
If you can't pee in the same pot, it's better for everyone to go their separate ways as soon as possible.
What do you think?
Mason Cooper."
