Chapter 177 60. Mason Cooper really is a vicious **** (sure!)
During this time, Mason has been running around, but the Poison Ivy woman who stayed in Cooper's cabin did not waste time.
It wasn't just for fun that she learned alchemy with Mason.
She doesn't want to turn back into the manic madwoman she used to be. If she wants to control her emotions in her own hands, she must learn how to make those three potions.
Thanks to day and night practice and Poison Ivy's powerful manipulation of plants, now it's finally time to produce results.
Under Mason's watch, Ivy spent 30 minutes from the selection of materials to complete the production of a tranquilizer, which is the easiest to make of the three mood-related potions.
But she doesn't have the help of Mason's manufacturing system, which is entirely dependent on the skills she has mastered through practice.
Ivy extinguished the flame of the crucible, put the potion into the crystal bottle with an alchemy spoon, and handed it to Mason with both hands. The disturbed expression on that green face was like a student handing in homework to the teacher for review.
Harley Quinn, who was on the sidelines, also covered her mouth, staring at Mason with wide eyes, waiting for his judgment.
She has been with Ivy these days. She knows how hard her best friend works. Although she is about to go crazy, she still hopes that her good friend can get a "high score" in this "practice assessment".
"The color is correct and the taste is okay."
Mason sat on a chair and carefully looked at the medicine handed by Ivy. After a few seconds, he shook the bottle in his hand and said to Poison Ivy:
"But the filter was not careful enough to cause sediment, which may affect the final effect of this tranquilizer. But for novices, it is already very good 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 mystery of this formula, then you should know the effect of this potion.
so."
Mason handed the potion back to Poison Ivy and said:
"Drink it."
"It's not fair!"
Harley Quinn, who was on the sidelines, shook her blond hair with double ponytails and shouted:
"I haven't seen you make a potion and drink it yourself, Mason, I think you're just embarrassing Ivy."
"An alchemist who dares not even drink the potion he made cannot be called a potion maker."
Mason emphasized with a blank face:
"And I have to drink a bottle of 'Brown Owl' every morning to ensure my energy for the day. This is not a double standard. How can I safely give my companions to drink something that I dare not drink?"
"Unreasonable!"
Harry snorted and said:
"I also know that you asked the kiteman to help you secretly recruit long-term drug testers in Gotham's minion union. I also joined that union a few days ago!
I also saw the information posted by the kite man!
Tch, let me drink! "
She snatched the potion from Mason's hand, raised her head and poured down a bottle of potion before the Poison Ivy stopped her.
"Oh, it doesn't seem right."
Halle blinked and said:
"Why is it so bitter? Mason's tranquilizer tastes like a great orange, don't you, Ivy, did you make a mistake?"
"Because the taste is also a very important part of the effect of the potion."
Mason picked up his watch and counted the seconds, and explained to Harley Quinn:
"In order to take care of your feelings, I specially added concentrated orange juice to your potion. I know you like this kind of fruit."
"Plop"
Before he could finish his sentence, Harley Quinn fell to the ground, lying on the ground in a very indecent posture, buttocks in the air, and soon started snoring.
Mason glanced at the time and said:
"It took thirteen seconds from drinking to falling asleep. It seems that your potion is working well.
Dried down a small bottle in one go, I really admire Harley's good appetite, she has drank it so many times, doesn't she know that the normal dosage of this thing is calculated by "drop"?
What she just drank was enough for her to sleep for three days.
But it's not a bad thing. Her recent emotional release was a bit too intense, and she really should restrain herself 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 quickly grew and twisted like living vines, rolled up Harley Quinn from the ground, and quickly "weaved" into a vine under her body The bed would make her sleep more comfortable.
Ivy looked up at Mason, the evil alchemist nodded and said:
"You can start trying to make the euphoria potion. The palliative potion is the most troublesome kind of process, so I will save it until the end. But since you have already started, there are some things that should be told to you.
I need your ability to manipulate plants, Ivy.
To be precise, the small organization I belong to needs your help, and you can understand this as an 'invitation'. I will let you know the specific work when we arrive at the destination.
If you don't have a date tonight, we're leaving now? "
"Harry has been telling me that you must be from a secret organization, and she pretended to be trying to find out your little secret, and it seems that she was indeed right.
She is really sensitive in this regard. "
Poison Ivy was not too surprised.
She has "been famous for a long time" in Gotham, and has been a front-line villain for several years, so she has already 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 rest well."
Mason took out the invisibility cloak and covered Harry to keep her from catching cold, and took out a black, briefcase-sized drone from his pocket and placed it on the table.
This thing is activated the moment the finger is released.
Six X-shaped flying wings popped up from behind it to support it and began to patrol the basement.
After leaving the basement, Mason released the remaining three same drones, let them guard Cooper's shop, and put the bottles and cans on his body behind the counter. This is the end of the defense. Work.
He turned his head and saw Poison Ivy looking at the drones with a curious look, and explained:
"This thing is called 'Pterodactyl'. It is a civilian armed drone produced by the technology of the future era. It is very intelligent and can scan all life near here. If it is not authorized to enter, it will trigger the attack program.
Generally speaking, a short-frequency high-voltage stun gun is enough to protect Harry and deal with the thief. "
"But Gotham isn't just about thieves."
Poison Ivy sat in the body of Mason's scooter, put on a green helmet and said worriedly:
"This city is full of madmen in strange costumes."
"So I gave them secondary authorization."
Mason shrugged and said:
"When the stun gun is useless, it will activate the quadruple-mounted small-caliber riot gun and special paralysis bombs, and the lethal electric attack released when attacked should make you feel at ease, right?
As if those weren't enough, they self-destruct in place 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”
"Enough is enough."
"Where do you get so many things that sound crazy?"
"Didn't I say that before? I went out and found some amazing friends this time."
Mason grinned and said:
"These are the 'samples' she gave me. When I have free hands, I can mass-produce these equipment. When I replace them with my homemade engineering bombs, they will all become capable of making the enemy cry. The little cutie who calls mother.
Sit tight.
We're leaving. "
The young man twisted the handlebar, allowing the scooter to catapult into the air with a whoosh.
He wants to take Poison Ivy to Port Miller to cross the gate of the world 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's ability to manipulate plants is used well, Mason will not have to worry about the lack of alchemy materials in the future.
But tonight at Cooper's store is not destined to be quiet.
Just ten minutes after Mason and Poison Ivy left, the sound of motorcycles approaching from far and near resounded in the gloomy night of Crime Lane. A Batbike came at a high speed and stopped with a chic cornering and elegant precision. In the alley opposite Cooper's shop.
Then, a short figure jumped off the motorcycle.
He wore 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 many odds and ends of flying knives and flying claws and put them on his body.
After everything was ready, he grabbed an assembled firearm and pulled the trigger towards Cooper's store. Three smoke bombs swished into it, making the store indistinct to facilitate his next armed raid.
For Damian Wayne's current short life, being defeated by Mason and Catwoman in the Gotham incident half a month ago is definitely a great shame.
He originally thought that he would have to fight Batman, but he didn't expect that he hadn't even fought the janitor.
This made the self-important Damian very uncomfortable. He sneaked out of Wayne Manor tonight not to seek revenge, but to fight Mason Cooper again, so as to prove that his failure last time was purely Because of Mason's "shameless sneak attack".
This sounds like the work of a child who refuses to admit defeat.
But considering Damian's actual age is only eleven years old, so it is indeed reasonable.
Taking advantage of the moment when the smoke bomb took effect, he swiftly jumped through the window and jumped into the Cooper's shop on the second floor. He was about to attack Mason unexpectedly, but he suddenly rolled when he landed.
Precisely dodged the high-voltage current shot from behind.
There is a grandfather who is the king of assassins, so that Damian's basic skills are very solid. After avoiding the first round of attacks, he didn't stop. He jumped several times in the smoke and made himself lying on the dead corner of 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 is a serious person who would install such an expensive and advanced drone in his home?"
The authentic young master of the Wayne family complained in his heart:
"This Mason Cooper is really not a serious person! There must be many secrets in this house."
While thinking, he threw a dart towards the black drone, and it hit the drone's casing with a bang, and then a dazzling current surged.
Micro EMP Shock!
The Wayne family never lacks such gadgets.
Damian originally thought that such an attack would invalidate the drone, but he didn't expect that the drone not only withstood the EMP attack, but also re-locked the target quickly.
The stun gun for warning was not used this time, the black shell bounced outwards, and the quadruple small-caliber riot guns occupying two-thirds of its body were revealed.
In an instant, a shuttle of bullets swept over, with terrifying accuracy.
Caught off guard, Rice turned over from the second floor and landed lightly on the first floor floor. With a swish, he drew out the samurai sword behind him and was about to chop down the unscrupulous drone.
But after turning around, I saw three other identical smart drones surrounding them from all sides.
The drone that first discovered Rice shared the target data and threat level with them. These gadgets were not polite. In the blink of an eye, Mason, a small shop, was turned into a mess by bullets flying around.
To say that Damian Wayne is really good.
Inheriting the excellent blood of the Wayne family and the Assassin King family made him not panic at this critical moment. He swung the sharp blade in his hand and rolled a few times with the bulletproof cloak behind him before approaching one of them.
The speed of these little things is very fast, and they are extremely flexible, moving at high speed in a narrow space without bumping into obstacles, but facing the attack of an eleven-year-old master assassin, their program response is obviously not fast enough.
The moment the knife light came on, the drone in front of him was divided into four.
But before Rice took a breath, an extreme sense of threat rose from his heart and rushed into his forehead, making him flip his cloak over and throw himself backwards.
There was a loud "boom", and the drone that was hacked exploded in a narrow place. Its power shattered all the bottles and cans in the entire hut and pushed the rice into the wall.
Let the young man dizzy for a while.
Then he saw the remaining three drones forming a "hunting" formation in the smoke and rushing towards him.
Rice also got angry, cursing Gotham is a ghost place in his heart, even a 17-year-old young man can assemble this kind of killing machine that is much more advanced than a bat drone.
But with the first experience, handling the remaining three "Pterodactyls" was much easier.
It took him two or three minutes to kill these troublesome guys. Four consecutive explosions turned Mason's small shop into a garbage dump, and the steps between the first floor and the second floor were dried and shattered.
Although Rice, who was bombed four times unprepared, was not injured, the tone in his heart not only did not come out, but became more and more annoyed. He deeply felt that he had made the mistake of underestimating the enemy again.
If he knew that Mason was so difficult to deal with, he should have done a good job in the investigation before coming here.
But at this point, it would be too embarrassing to leave like this, so Rice decided to continue to break in, but he didn't notice that a magic bottle that Mason put on the counter was affected by the explosion just now and hit the ground.
There was a crisp click, and then amidst a deep roar, Zombie Wang Jinhe made his debut!
This terrifying guy wailed and waved his paws and rushed towards the rice. The eyes of the zombie king, stimulated by the fresh flesh, were red. Damian was startled by the sudden appearance of this big guy.
But he was also prepared, and he was not afraid to charge forward with a long knife in hand.
Five minutes later, the clothes all over his body were shattered and the samurai sword in his hand was broken. Damian looked at the zombie king who was suppressed in the ruins behind him with the secret technique of the League of Assassins. It felt like my bones were about to be broken by that rough-skinned, thick-skinned bastard.
"You win this time, Mason Cooper!"
Omi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staggered with the broken samurai sword in hand, opened the door and prepared to leave, and said harshly:
"I'll show you better next time!"
Maybe it was a messy house that covered up the atmosphere, maybe it was just a "self-destruction war" that made Rice, who had not yet reached the pinnacle of hard work, relax his vigilance.
In short, Damian didn't notice a shaky figure behind him coming out of the basement in a daze with a baseball bat in hand.
"What the **** is this?"
Harley Quinn, who drank a whole bottle of tranquilizers and fell into a deep sleep, would have to be woken up by an explosion that was close at hand.
But at this time the drug was still taking effect, she was half-clothed in an invisibility cloak like a sleepwalker, dragged a baseball bat and opened the door to the basement, yawning and looking out.
Then, Harry saw a sneaky short thief stealing the door with a knife!
No!
No, how did he pry it from the inside out?
Tch, never mind!
Damn the thief dare to come to Mason's store to play wild?
Harry yawned, put on the invisibility cloak on her body, and grabbed the baseball bat with both hands and approached Damian who was complaining in a low voice.
Just as the young man was about to leave the place he had destroyed, there was a loud bang unexpectedly, and the baseball bat that Harley swung solidly hit the back of his head.
"Damn it! Got fucked!"
This was Damian Wayne's last thought before he staggered into a coma:
"Mason Cooper! You vicious bastard, I have nothing to do with you!"
(end of this chapter)