In a windowless room in Osborne's Tower, Dr. Anim Zola, who had just been pulled out of the separation chip by Mason with the help of Judy and placed in a physically isolated data sandbox, would be a little "lethargic".

It sounds incredible.

After all, he was forced to transform his life form into a "data creature" because of cancer a long time ago, but unfortunately he was unable to complete the complete digitalization because of the insufficient level of technology at that time.

This regret lasted until he became a member of the conquerors of the "superior institutions", and only then did he truly complete the "data ascension" with the help of more advanced technology.

This was the pride of Dr. Zola.

But at present, his "data ascension" obviously has serious flaws, otherwise it would not be possible to be so easily bound by a subprogram of 2077's data life.

I don't know what means those bastard traitors used to make him such a data consciousness not only feel "weak", but even have an indescribable "sense of crisis".

It was as if the senses that had long been lost had been forcibly returned, making him experience the feeling of "fear" again.

He tried to crack the data sandbox, but unfortunately the data framework that was constantly encrypting itself did not give him the possibility to break it from the inside.

"There's no need to try, this data sandbox is part of the 'black wall', which is a giant firewall used to protect civilization, gathering the top wisdom of a world.

In your current form, it's impossible to break it and slip away, unless you can level yourself up in 3 hours, at least three times.

So, I ask you, how did you think about it? ”

Mason's voice rang out outside the "data sandbox", sending Dr. Zola's heart moving.

Then his data sensed a video signal, and he quickly blended into it, and then projected his "data avatar" on a display that was also isolated.

A large stream of green data beats to create a round face, with a coquettish little round mirror, and even the balding hairstyle is simulated as much as possible.

And through the camera, he saw the young man in front of him putting the tray in front of him.

On top is a burger, a piece of beef and a glass of wine.

"Eat something, I forgot, I can't eat in my current state."

Mason pulled a chair and sat across from him, presumably making a bad joke, then picked up a knife and fork and cut open the beef and brought a piece to his mouth.

He tasted the food prepared by Osborna's chef and regretted the cooking, but he didn't pick and choose.

Mason hurried to fill his stomach and said to Dr. Zola, who was silent on the screen in front of him:

"You'll be sent to the Lord soon, and we probably won't see each other again for a long time afterward. So if there's anything you want to say to me, hurry up, Dr. Zola. ”

"I dare to say, can you believe it?"

Anim Zola, a bastard in every sense of the word, always reveals a nasty villain, he "stares" at Mason's beef, and says critically:

"You've fried the meat too much, and you're using the wrong olive oil, you should squeeze a little fresh lemon out of the pan, but the gravy is pretty good."

"Yo, connoisseur."

Mason grinned, sliced the beef with a knife and fork, and said:

"It's a pity I didn't make it myself, alas, if you could still eat, I'd add a potion to it that would make you tell the truth, but it's a pity that I don't use it now.

But it doesn't matter.

You may not feel it, but you've got a special line of code added to your data body that will give you no option to 'reject' my question. ”

"You mean the truth potion? Do you use this tactic on a data body? ”

Dr. Zola didn't care.

He laughed in an electronic voice without any mood swings, and sneered:

"I don't believe in this kind of damn thing at all, I don't have any weaknesses that can be exploited after completing the digitization, my digitization is done by a genius who gave birth to the gem of wisdom in his mind.

I'm not a top-notch data life, but I'm not so easy to be tricked by you. You young but cunning fool like an old immortal bastard

Depend on! ”

Dr. Zola cursed under his breath.

Obviously, I accidentally said the "true thoughts" in my heart.

"You see, the 'Cyber Truth Elixir' I asked my friends to write is really effective."

Mason was happy.

While continuing to cut the steak, he said:

"Don't worry, this line of code is harmless to your data schema, and it only takes half an hour to take effect before it will collapse itself under your firewall counterattack, and you can't tell you much of a dangerous thing.

So the first question, is your world ruined? ”

"Ruined, the one more than three years ago, the second impact."

The cunning conqueror, who had realized that he had no way to escape, had nothing to hide about the subject, saying:

"We are very powerful there, it is said to be a super A-level world, but who let us be unlucky, the second impact actually went head-on

Well, I can't say this, it's encrypted information.

In short, it was very unfortunate to collide with their base camp, and we resisted very hard, and both S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra abandoned their differences and united.

But in just a week, we've been crushed by forces that are several times our strength, and I know what you're trying to ask, Mason.

I've tried everything.

The Infinity Gauntlet, the Cosmic Cube, and even the adventure summoned the Court of Life, but to no avail. ”

Dr. Zola projects a number of experimental images on the screen that it has stored, including a scene where Captain America is holding the Infinity Gauntlet and trying to "push" the other world with the help of a group of people.

Mason even saw the horror of the five Infinity Stones shattering on the spot due to the immense pressure on the screen.

Dr. Zola, like a voiceover, said faintly:

"There is a cosmic law in force in the depths of this matter, and these strange things that contain great power are weakened when they face it. And when they realized they couldn't crush us quickly, the bastards summoned Stardevourer.

A strange star-swallowing one.

The purple-helmeted monster was completely unreasonable, and the moment it appeared, it swallowed our world in one gulp, burying most of the counterattackers by the way.

The rest was co-opted.

I guess if you keep going down this path, then you'll soon see my former companions, not me scaring you. But I am indeed the weakest group in the Conqueror sequence. ”

"Guessed."

Mason recorded all the images projected by Dr. Zola, who was not at all frightened on the surface, picked up the burger and put it to his mouth and took a hard bite, then picked up the red wine next to him and shook it, and asked:

"Is the zombie Superman Bizaro that you used as your 'body' a 'toy' that they gave you?"

"No, it's not."

Speaking of this, Dr. Zola immediately proudly created a "smiley face" on the screen, and his electronic voice was several degrees high-pitched, saying:

"That's my 'booty'! When they sent the conquerors to attack our world, the hapless ghosts I captured along with the Red Skull.

To fight them, Red Skull and I shifted my consciousness to the mind of that brainless fool Superman.

We built a tireless war machine with our own hands.

The combination of his physical body and my intellect allowed me to destroy the vanguard of ten legions of cleaners in a single day, but it was not a catastrophe that could be prevented by mere force.

My failure was not due to my lack of intelligence, it was just that luck was not on my side. ”

"Then you must know how to make blue kryptonite?"

Mason took a sip of red wine and said slowly:

"Share it, so that I can consider changing you to a customized automatic robot as a body before sending you over as a captive, so that you don't have the pain of 'going to jail'.

You don't have a soul curse on you, so no amount of it will trigger a backlash, so you should make your prison life more comfortable.

Why not? ”

"Blue Kryptonite I do do! They used that thing to make that idiot Superman smart, and I analyzed it and reversed its spectrum so that it could weaken Bizarro. ”

Dr. Zola didn't hesitate too much, it projected his bald face on the screen and bargained:

"I can give you the method of making it, and even the method of how to convert disposable kryptonite to you, but I have one condition! Let me see you again with the data life that broke me!

That Ott!

Ott Cunningham, I want to see her again.

It's not just a subprogram, I'm going to go into her data realm and interview her! She can take my data to the next level, and I will be perfect because of it. ”

Mason didn't immediately agree to this request.

He glanced at the undisguised eagerness on Dr. Zola's face that was made up of the data stream on the screen in front of him, and took out a small communicator and said to the other side:

"Judy, did you hear his request? Tell me about your super AI."

"No, she's not an AI, she's a perfect data being, a holy being like a data goddess, you stupid who doesn't know how to learn."

Before Judy could say anything, Dr. Zola became agitated, and he scolded Mason for his inaccurate words, and yelled:

"Don't use a low-level existence like AI to humiliate the goddess I see!"

"Ugh"

Mason looked at Dr. Zola in front of him with strange eyes, and said in a strange tone to Judy, who was holding back a smile on the other side of the communicator:

"By the way, tell Ms. Ott that she has an extra data licking dog."

"This has happened before, Mason, don't worry, it's not unthinkable for those of us in the cyber age, and Ott's fascination with imperfect data life is truly amazing."

Judy laughed and responded:

"The connection request has been uploaded, Ott has agreed, and in an hour she will open a special thread for Lord Zora in the Osborne Tower Core Database."

"Huh"

The moment he was allowed, a large number of documents popped up on the screen in front of Mason's eyes, all of which were research papers on blue kryptonite and disposable kryptonite, along with specific production methods and video processes.

Mason took a few minutes to read them all, and his sixth sense from the Isu bloodline made him extremely receptive to new knowledge.

These complex and tedious knowledge were quickly memorized into Mason's mind, just waiting for an appropriate time to complete the practice.

"Next, a personal question that I'm curious about, how many Arnim Zola do you have there?"

"That's a lot."

The question made Dr. Zora frown, and he said in a tone of disgust:

"There are three of them in the Legion of Cleaners alone, the other two are in different worlds to preside over the communication security between the legions, the others are working in the laboratories of the various worlds where the sequence is studied, and finally there is a lucky guy who has not suffered from cancer in the 'Fox's Lair' to preside over some experiments.

Haunted to admit it, that lucky guy is indeed the smartest and most mysterious of all Arnim Zola, and the last time I fought with No.3 Zola, I heard him boast that No.0 Zola was in the service of No.0 Tony Stark. ”

"So much Dr. Zola, why are you being assigned to the front-line combat unit as cannon fodder?"

Mason asked maliciously:

"Are you not smart enough to participate in research decisions?"

"I'm definitely smarter than you!"

Dr. Anim Zora made a very human disdain on the screen, and said in a long voice:

"So I know what you're trying to do, don't try, Mason, I may be able to defect, but not through your lowly sowing discord.

I'll be honest.

Actually, I'm not used to some of the actions of the cleaners, although I'm a hydra, I don't want chaos and disorderly darkness, we worship a kind of order under power.

But for now, if you traitors are an option, I'd rather die headfirst and decompose the deep data than put the treasure on you.

Those bastards at least know what they want and what they're doing, but you guys. You're not even done yet. ”

"You may not believe it, but I'm really not trying to convince you to join us."

Mason picked up the red wine and brought it to his lips, and he said seriously:

"After all, even I don't know exactly where I am right now, you may not know yet, but my immediate boss gave me the order to kill you.

He told me not to leave a mouth alive.

But you're still alive, you know what I mean? ”

"Are you expecting me to say thank you to you?"

The captured data conqueror sneered and said:

"I feel like I'm in control of my thoughts, the code you've set up is crashing, and you can't get me to say what I really think, Mason.

And it's always you asking questions, which makes me quite uncomfortable.

So I'll ask one instead. ”

He stared at Mason and said:

"How much do you know about the 'shock' event? Don't hide it, tell me all, and if you don't go into enough detail I can add it for you.

There is no need to worry about this, even the most stubborn cold-blooded people in our organization are doing everything they can to find a way to fight it.

From this point of view, we can even work together, provided that you show your worth. ”

"Interesting."

Mason cut a piece of beef and put it in his mouth.

He thought for a moment and told all the information he knew, and Dr. Zola, who listened, shook his head again and again, and he was very disappointed and said:

"It's all worthless scraps, but considering you've only been a member of the Stars Club for over a month, it's really good to know so much at this stage."

"And what about your supplement?"

Mason asked, and Dr. Zola laughed wickedly, saying:

"I'm the villain, young man, you think I'll tell you what you want to know so easily? Less daydreaming! And with that end of the conversation, I'll keep the computing power for the superheroes of your world.

I'll find a way to turn them back, huhu, and I'll be rewarded for that. ”

"Whatever you want."

Mason reached for the switch on the monitor and said:

"I'm going to see the goddess soon, you'd better clean yourself up, you bald look like a perverted uncle, be careful to scare Ms. Ott."

With that, he turned off the switch and shut Dr. Zola back into the closed sandbox, and then, Judy's voice rang out over the communicator, saying:

"Don't worry, Mason, all the data will be dug up the moment he sees Ott, and the information you want to know will be obtained."

"I'm not worried about that."

Mason shook his head and said:

"I'm going to borrow the high-powered laser equipment from your lab, Judy, I need to make a blue kryptonite now, or the hapless man I've captured will die.

Unfortunately, you may have just become acquainted with Gotham and will be forced to leave there. ”

"Nothing to regret."

Judy snorted and said:

"The first few days were fun, but then it took a sharp turn, especially after two days of car theft, and I finally remembered how bad it was to live in Night City.

Gotham is indeed quite like Night City.

The question is, it's too similar, you know what I mean?

You guys have too much cyber psychosis there, so you should give V time to go around Gotham.

He certainly has a lot of common language for Batman's kind of 'veteran cyber neurotics'. Actually, Osborne Tower is also good, quiet, not so many people disturb.

I'm going to build a long-term lab here, do you want to invest?

I can give you some right to use it. ”

(End of chapter)