"What the hell is on Selena?"

On the stairway to the Star Castle, Barbara asked with some concern, and Mason shook his head and said:

"The symbiote, a troublesome alien creature, must have been accidentally infected when she executed the hunter Craven before, but don't worry too much.

While it may sound like a dangerous parasite, symbionts actually need a host to survive.

Selena's life won't be threatened anytime soon, the only thing that is more troublesome is that it will transform the host's body, and I don't have professional tools at hand right now, so I'll have to borrow some from Judy.

You go and talk to her.

At a minimum, we need a dedicated medical pod for a platinum-class trauma team, a set of nano-live blood pumps, a healing robot that can survive for a long time, and a biological containment tank with the highest level of security.

She should be able to find a full set of items there. ”

"Okay, I'll go over at once."

Barbara nodded nervously, and after entering the Star Castle, she walked briskly to Judy's studio, she had a pretty good relationship with Catwoman, and she didn't want to see Selena tortured by an alien virus that sounded dangerous.

Mason took another elevator all the way to Mr. Hunter's office.

When he opened the door, Mason found that there was no one here, and the entire office was empty, so he first wrote a letter to his immediate boss with the captain's authority, and then took the opportunity to walk around Mr. Hunter's office.

I didn't find anything interesting or a valuable collectible, but I did stumble upon a luxurious marble bathtub at the back of the office and a bucket of rose petals next to the tub.

Mason also saw several pieces of women's underwear casually thrown around the bathtub.

It made his eyes jump.

Rubbing his eyes, he immediately took a few steps back, feeling that he had quickly forgotten these things so as not to be hacked to death by the annoyed and angry Mr. Hunter, although I don't know why I want to pretend to be a man, but there must be a reason why people choose to disguise women and men within the Stars Club.

This kind of private matter should not be done by yourself, and you should worry about it and ask more.

He didn't dare to wander around anymore lest he see something he shouldn't see, so he sat down on the sofa in his office, looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the snowy landscape of the valley in the distance, and pulled his own lump of ooze from his pocket.

The sand in the glass bottle was almost eaten up by it, and the head was also a circle larger, and when it was taken out, it turned into a five-pointed starfish lying in the glass bottle as if observing the outside world.

Very good.

This belongs to the birth of wisdom, and they all begin to be curious about the outside world.

"Kevin, keep eating, I'm waiting for you to surprise me."

Mason flicked the glass bottle with his fingers, as if looking at a gluttonous hamster, and he urged:

"You'd better grow up quickly, you little bastard, I'm going to do some cool alchemy experiments with active ooze clay, it would be great if you could still be as ever-changing as your mud face."

As he spoke, Mason simply poured the entire sandman core in the box into Kevin's bottle.

Although it may seem like a waste to do so, there is always something like magic materials that can be replaced, and a soft clay pet that can incarnate into tens of millions can make a lot of money if it can quickly form combat power.

A larger pile of delicious sand was poured into the glass bottle, making the little ooze happy just like Harley Quinn who got into the ice cream bucket, and then Harley shouldn't have made any trouble in Gotham after going out for two or three days, right?

Mason began to think about it as he waited, but soon realized that he was wasting his time.

It's a shame! It's just like a crime.

So he quickly found an unfinished engineering part and assembled it in his hand, which was a very unscientific world magnifier and shrinker.

It was said to change the world in the eyes of the user, and Mason made all the components, but now there is a lack of a large power-output device to make it activate.

The Ark reactor is estimated to be okay, but at this stage, it is obviously a bit too extravagant to use the Ark reactor to combine this thing.

A few minutes later, Mason's thoughts were interrupted by a crunch click, and he turned his head to see that the glass bottle at his feet had been popped by Kevin, the bloated ooze monster.

The newborn ooze monster moved its "body" in place, and it seemed to sense Mason's gaze, so it cautiously jumped to Mason's palm and twisted into a small person, bowing vigorously and clasping his hands in thanks.

He was almost ready to speak, and sing praises.

This well-behaved appearance means that this guy's sanity does not seem to be low, and being so sensible also makes Mason very satisfied.

"Now that it's formed, it's time to fulfill your mission."

He casually pulled out a bottle of potion and put it in front of Kevin, the ooze monster, and said:

"Here, drink this thing, and let me see if you can keep it."

The ignorant little ooze didn't know what Mason was going to do, but he obediently let Mason pour the purple potion on its head, and the liquid quickly seeped into the body of the ooze monster, quickly staining its earthy yellow appearance into a strange purple.

Mason then threw it on the ground again, gesturing and saying:

"Split! Dip these drugs all over this place, the sooner the better, and let me see what you're capable of. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the purple soft mud monster swelled up like a balloon and then exploded with a thud, and the purple mud spots were thrown everywhere, and in an instant, the drug-contaminated mud was all over the office.

The explosion of the "Venom Bomb" made Mason very satisfied.

If Kevin had feared poison gas or an even more vicious clown gas in his body, this explosion would have been enough to take out all the enemies in such a large space.

Best of all, it also comes with "auto-tracking", which is the kind of weapon that you can throw out and leave it alone.

But that's not enough.

"Kevin! Transform! ”

Mason gave another command, and the erupting ooze monster quickly withdrew its "body" from everywhere, and the purple ooze everywhere swam everywhere and quickly remerged together, and then swelled in front of Mason's eyes.

It was kneaded together by an invisible hand like a ball of plasticine, and it took more than ten seconds to create a clay freak that closely resembled Mason's body.

It can be seen that Kevin really wants to pinch his face to look like Mason.

But it obviously doesn't have the masterful control of Clay Face, and it's probably the first time I'm not familiar with the process, and I haven't completed the "simulated copy" of Mason for a long time.

This disappointed Kevin.

The blurred facial features revealed a visible disappointment, and even a very humane sigh, and then turned back into the small purple ooze and jumped back into Mason's palm like a "leak" under Mason's gaze.

"It's okay, just contact slowly in the future, and now evaporate the potion in your body."

The evil alchemist sitting on the couch rubbed his chin and commanded, Kevin obviously didn't quite understand the meaning of "evaporation", but he probably understood that Mason was asking it to expel the potion from its body.

So the little purple man shook his body hard and threw the potion in his body everywhere, like a puppy shaking water stains, which made Mason look disgusted.

It seems that it has not yet mastered such an advanced technique as "evaporation".

"It's barely okay, now split a little for me."

Mason stretched out his hand and shook it, and Kevin, the ooze monster, opened his mouth and screamed a few times, and then twisted his body in pain and "squeezed" out a little ooze and landed in Mason's hand.

The Alchemist picked it up in front of his eyes to examine the properties of the ooze and found that it had been soaked in potion and had become an active crafting ingredient.

It can be used to craft high-level potions or to prepare highly toxic substances.

Kevin is still weak, and this split will undoubtedly make it weak, but it is also very satisfying for Mason.

This little ooze monster has a promising future.

"Bang"

The door to the office was pushed open at this moment, and Mr. Hunter, who hurried back, saw at a glance Mason on the sofa and the strange thing at his feet, and the Grand Tutor said in a strange tone:

"You're a pet, you're pretty chic."

"This is not a pet, this is my alchemy assistant and important tool, its name is Kevin."

Mason stood up and didn't talk nonsense, took Sandstorm's broken silver ID card from his pocket and handed it to Mr. Hunter, saying:

"Thankfully, the traitor has been beheaded, and I believe the death of this disloyal creature is a warning to the rest of the Order with dissenting intentions."

"So fast?"

Mr. Hunter was a little surprised, and after she took the ID card to confirm that it was correct, she said to Mason:

"As a newcomer to the organization for more than a month, your growth rate is really amazing, I have to say that I am not wrong, you will indeed have a great future."

The Grand Tutor was in a good mood and walked over to his desk as he took his coffee cup and made himself a steaming cup of coffee with that Force-like technique.

She sat down in her chair in a comfortable position, looked at Mason, and said:

"Now give me a brief report on the mission, and I'll have to write a report to fool my two companions, you say, I'll listen."

"There's really nothing to say about the mission, we rushed in and contacted some local rebels, and took advantage of the dark wind to rush into the Six-Headed Snake Squad's garrison and knock him out."

Mason glanced at Mr. Hunter who was drinking coffee, the guy hadn't even taken off his mask, I really wondered if the coffee would get into her nostrils?

He paused, deliberately waiting until Mr. Hunter took a sip of his coffee, before he spoke:

"It's just a little accident in the middle of the mission, and I met the Cleaner Legion."

"It's normal."

Mr. Hunter tasted his coffee and said in a casual tone:

"The world where Sandstorm is located is one of the first to be discovered and explored, and there are still rare resources there, and it is only right that the Legion of Cleaners should be stationed there.

After all, the 'pollution' of that world is the highest level, and among the zombies who have been given super vitality, some very troublesome guys will occasionally be born.

Your contact with them went well, right?

They didn't embarrass you? ”

"No, they're pretty talkative."

Mason pouted and said:

"Especially since we've taken out five commanders and crushed an entire legion of cleaners, and the kind people haven't complained a word from beginning to end."

"Poof"

Mr. Hunter squirts warm coffee from the mouth of his mask violently, making a mess of his office at once.

She got up, stretched out her fingers and pointed at Mason tremblingly, and for a while she probably couldn't think of any suitable adjectives, so she could only stomp her feet angrily and scolded:

"Do you say what you did again? What did you do with them? ”

"Kill it."

Mason pulled out the nameplates of the five Cleaner Commanders from his bosom and dropped them on Mr. Hunter's desk, the bloodstained and distorted things that looked at the Hunter Lord, speechless.

At her level, she can take out a legion of cleaners by herself, not to mention that it is only a local garrison, and there will not be too strong people stationed there if she is a third-rate character in the war legion.

It is not impossible for Team K, with the help of local rebels, to destroy a garrison legion.

But the problem is that this is not a question of combat effectiveness comparison at all!

The demise of a World-Bound Legion would definitely lead to an investigation by the Cleanup's headquarters, and even directly alarm the higher authorities, and once Mason's actions were exposed, she and her people would also be implicated.

Seriously, at this moment, Mr. Hunter's heart really burst out with anger and killing intent.

This Mason is too nonsense!

He had no idea how much trouble his actions would cause to his companions, who were still hiding in the dark.

But before Mr. Hunter gets angry, Mason offers more information.

He told the Green Goblin and the other three Pioneer Squads as it was, and even took out a detailed mission report, pinpointing out the numbers of the three Pioneer Squads and a lurking intelligence network hidden in the brother organization, which immediately made Mr. Hunter suppress his anger and squint his eyes.

She keenly captured the gold content of the information Mason brought back.

"The 'Defenders' and 'Punishment' squads are fine, they are very low-key and not very well-known among the B-class members, but the 'Aegis' team is indeed very powerful.

Each of their missions is beautifully accomplished and almost completely unrelated to the rest of the team, and they are almost one of the urban legends of the Stars Society.

As far as I know, my fellow swordsmen have been secretly wooing them. ”

Mr. Hunter sat in his chair and pondered, she glanced at Mason, and said:

"You're really going to get me in trouble!"

"But I have brought you three forces that can be controlled, and once their dark history is exposed, they will have nowhere to stand in the Stars."

Mason whispered:

"It's not necessarily an organization that encourages betrayal, does it? I know that our actions are very risky, but they are nothing compared to the gains so far.

You should probably go there and meet with the old Green Goblin in person.

That old fox has his own ideas and now is the weakest time, with a little guidance he can be your help, and maybe we can have a new member in our little 'Quint Society'.

Although I don't like old Norman, I have to admit that guy has a lot of brains and is ruthless, and he is a rare 'talent' for your career. ”

"Well, I really should go, not just to meet him, but to deal with the mess you've left behind."

Mr. Hunter wiped the coffee stains on his mask, sighed a little tiredly, and said:

"Mason, I'd like to at least let me know before you do something like this, maybe you think you're helping, but you're not! Our organization doesn't need that many people at the moment.

What's more, according to you, that's still a careerist. ”

"I admit that I have been somewhat ill-conceived this time, and I am sorry for the trouble caused."

Mason pocketed Kevin, the ooze monster, and whispered:

"But I think I've proven my loyalty and competence, and I deserve more trust, so Mr. Hunter, can you tell me now what the ultimate goal of our little organization is?"

Mr. Hunter was silent for a few seconds, then raised his head and replied:

"Be patient, old K, you have to find the answers one by one, haven't you always been curious about the truth of the 'impact'? I think it might be more appropriate for us to talk about this after you've experienced it once. ”

(End of chapter)