"Hal Jordan, who was brought back, really became a Green Lantern! But his oath and suit are a little wrong. It is worthy of a thousand strange green light regiments, and the chance of appearing 'mutant varieties' is much stronger than other light regiments. ”

On the top floor of the Afterlife Bar, a busy Mason didn't forget to observe the two green lights flying and chasing at the end of the sky.

Although he didn't release the drone to watch the whole process of Hal's transformation in the other world, it was still easy for his Isu perception, who was currently being tapped into his potential, to get a glimpse of the sound if he was only separated by a floor slab.

At this time, he was both happy that Howl's "transfer" had been successful, and he was a little annoyed that this guy had attracted the attention of Hal in this world.

The original plan was to put him into the old lady's hidden operation as a helper.

Now that it's all exposed, how can it be hidden?

But if you think about it, Green Lantern's fighting style and his ability traits are really not suitable for sneaky actions.

The characteristics of such a large cloud of green light that are easy to find and let's not talk about it, this mode of drawing power from the emotional spectrum is quite "idealistic" power, resulting in the upper and lower limits of the lantern heroes are quite amazing.

These guys are notoriously unstable in strength.

When it is strong, it can ignite the sun, and when it is weak, it can be quietly stolen by the old man, and it happened three times

So instead of forcing him to hide in the shadows, let him act openly, and if necessary, he can also take the attention of those eyeliners.

In this way, one light and one dark can cooperate with each other.

On the contrary, Hal Jordan did not arrive here through the gate of the world, he has nothing to do with the stars, and his identity is currently known only to Xiao Shan, he is quite free in this world, and it is not bad to be a lone ranger hero and a free man ready to support any action.

Thinking of this, Mason sent a message to Hal Jordan, and then stopped caring about the "frolic" between the lantern men.

He returned his attention to the inscription at hand.

At his feet were already half a box of Darkmoon cards and some processed Isu trinkets, which were a by-product of Chong's inscription skills, and the low grade was mainly used by the miner army that was being formed.

He was going to extract the world coordinates on that weapon X card tonight, and by the way, he would once again delve into the only systematic set of inscription knowledge he currently mastered.

The Isu ghost Consus hovered beside Mason and instructed him on the inscription of the primary Isu inscriptions, explaining how they worked.

In fact, if you do the math carefully, Mason has quite a lot of knowledge in this area.

There are more than a dozen scattered inscriptions in the Asgardian Divine Domain, and the inscriptions of the Olympian gods from Paradise Island are also basically gathered because of Zakang's looting in the old lady's world.

However, the entry difficulty of these divine inscriptions is at lv6, and it is not yet possible to count on it.

"You're already skilled, my brother."

After Mason had completed the inscription again and quickly, Consus exclaimed:

"Your craftsmanship is already comparable to the best inscription craftsman in Feiyan City, and you are worthy of inheriting the knowledge of the 'divine craftsman', I don't think you need to try the production of these individual inscriptions now, let's try the more difficult creations."

Golden apple.

Or biobait.

These are the culmination of the Isu inscription system, and being able to make the finished product with your own hands means that your craftsmanship will break through to a new level. ”

"It's not impossible."

Mason shrugged his shoulders and glanced at the Isu talent [Forger] on the character card, and found that the latter's upgrade requirement to make 2,000 Isu artifacts had accumulated to 1827.

If you work hard in the past few days, you may be able to upgrade.

He rearranged the materials and prepared to try his hand at making a biobait.

It is the Isu genetic biology "bomb" that can be "transformed" found in the Great Temple of New York before, although Mason does not know much about the genetic engineering of the Isu, but the Consus behind him is a leader in this industry, and with his patience, it should not be a problem for Mason to make a rudimentary biological bait.

"You don't have the genetic fragments of the creatures we used to use at the beginning, so you can't make high-level biobait, but you can try it from the genetic fragments of ordinary creatures first."

Consus reminded:

"Mix your magical alchemy to purify those genetic fragments, then engineer the shell and inducer of the biobait, and finally use inscription techniques to imprint a system of dispensing for it.

Eventually, you'll get a very special 'Bio Bomb'.

Simply throw it at the enemy to destroy the target's genes and transform them into the form you want, which may not be very effective against strong enemies, but it can be much better than your current engineering bomb to clean up minions.

You are a craftsman, my brother.

You should be more focused and not waste time cleaning up the odds. ”

"Makes sense."

Mason nodded approvingly, and began to devote himself to the production of the "new toy".

Although the process described by Consus is quite complex, in fact, for Mason, who is now getting better at all kinds of skills, as long as he finds the trick, the process will not encounter insurmountable obstacles.

Just thirty minutes later, the first biodecoy bomb he had made was inscribed.

The finished product resembles a golden apple but is very dull, and the surface of the palm-sized metal sphere is engraved with layers of nested geometric Isu inscriptions, twelve of which are carved and combined with each other to achieve complex functions.

Consus was right.

This kind of combined attempt is more of a test of the craftsman's patience and skill than the production of a single inscription, and it is also more in line with the "excellence" characteristic of Mason's manufacturing requirements.

The moment the last inscription line was engraved, he could feel the biodecoy bomb in his hand begin to actively draw free energy from its surroundings to complete its self-recharge.

This means that this thing has been made.

He put the dim metal ball in his hand in front of his eyes to look at it, and the information label popped up:

Beginner Creature Decoy Bomb: Crocodile

Quality: Excellent engineering/inscriptions/alchemical creations, outstanding craftsmanship

Special Effect: This creature bait is full of [Gene Snippet: Killer Crocodile], which, when activated, will apply [Genetic Recombination] to all life within 50 yards of the surrounding area, forcibly changing the target's life form to "Weakened Killer Crocodile".

The duration of the effect varies depending on the stability of the target gene, with a maximum of 24 hours and a minimum of 0.1 seconds.

Note!

The Bio Decoy Bomb can be recharged autonomously and can be used multiple times. However, in the case of external energy sources, the bomb will become a one-time effect, and its area of effect and strength will be greatly increased.

Prompt!

This type of bio bomb can forcibly change the target's life form by replacing the preset gene fragment inside, but using the same type of biodecoy multiple times on the same target will cause the target to become resistant to the effects of genetic recombination.

Maker: Mason Cooper

Item description: What do you want this? You listen to me, now you can become a mage and practice hard for a few days to learn the "sheep transformation technique", magic is much better than this bomb (dog head).

"Yo, you've done a good thing."

Mason looked at the description of the item this time and suddenly squeezed his eyes.

He stroked the freshly baked biodecoy bomb in his hand and grinned:

"If you don't mention this, I can't connect it with the fantasy magic sheep transformation technique, isn't this a technological version of the sheep transformation technique?

It's still a group, which is fantastic.

Not.

I suddenly had a great idea. ”

He threw out his suitcase and jumped inside, and a few minutes later, Mason walked out with several test tubes filled with black blood.

There was also a shouting of the zombie three-headed dog Maomao from the box.

With the increase in the strength of Team K, the zombie three-headed dog has also been "unemployed", and is now chained by Mason to work as a watchdog outside the suitcase factory.

However, like Professor McGonagall, this guy was also "raised" by the effect of the resurrection stone fragments.

At least won't bite Mason again.

As for the coward, the guy was handed over to the female pirate Lady Elizabeth, and is now in a "free-range" state, and is said to be well acquainted with a group of "zombie buddies" in the ruined city of New York.

The survivors of the pirate world have begun to clean up the city with the support of the old Green Goblin.

As the daughter of the former Pirate Emperor and Doge, Lady Elizabeth is to lead them to a wasteland life there, and the Tooth will provide them with the least warning.

"This thing is certainly not as good as the mythical three-headed dog Cerberus, but it is also a magical creature that only needs to be purified to make a more powerful biological bait."

Mason shook the black blood in his hand, and he said:

"When the time comes, when there is a siege, throw the bombs out, turn them into three-headed dogs and bite each other, just think about it. Wait, you can become a fierce three-headed dog, why use it for the enemy? ”

The captain rubbed his chin as if the door to a new world had been opened all at once.

He looked at the biodecoy bomb in front of him and said:

"If you modify the effect, you should be able to use it as a temporary reinforcement for your own people? It's a lot easier than taking pills, isn't it? Hmm, K-Team's 'Druid' minions?

It feels very funny! ”

——

It was dark and soon dawn came, and the lively afterlife bar was gradually quieting down, and even the guests who had been playing all night were a little out of energy.

A black SUV slowly drove from the corner of the street and finally stopped in front of the bar.

The door opened, and a bald old black man in a leather coat and an eyepatch jumped out of it, stretched out and looked around, finally at the sign of the bar and the glittering gate in front of him.

He pursed his lips and didn't go in immediately, but waited at the door for his driver to park the car and walk in with the tall, hip-curvy blonde man.

The guy knocked on the table at the front desk and said to the smiling android receptionist:

"Mason Cooper is not there?"

The receptionist from the 2077 world said with a very professional smile on his face:

"Sir, we don't have anyone you ask about."

"Really?"

Looking at the very social Lao Hei, he pouted his lips and said:

"But tonight he invited me over, the travel is very troublesome, and it is not easy to squeeze out some time, why don't you ask again?" By the way, my nickname is Old A. ”

The receptionist was stunned for a moment.

The two in front of her didn't seem to be looking for trouble, so she asked her superiors for instructions.

Soon, Miss Huazi, the bar's business director, who had been busy all night, personally greeted the two guests and led them all the way to the top floor.

"With a very good occlusion technique, the plane here is separate from the outside world, no wonder we can't feel him outside."

The blonde man behind the old black whispered.

did not deliberately lower her voice or avoid Huazi beside her, Miss Huazi didn't seem to hear any sound, and took 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, and then turned to leave.

Black shrugged his shoulders and reached out to open the door, only to see Mason sitting behind his desk placing a dim biodecoy bomb in his weapons case.

The box was already full of nearly twenty identical items.

"You're in a good place, old K."

The one-eyed black strode into the office, and he was not polite, and lay down on the sofa very familiarly.

He casually threw out a mobile phone-like device, and in the next moment, special energy fluctuations reverberated here, instantly constructing a shield that enveloped the room.

And the blonde man with sunglasses next to him tied his hands and stood behind the bald old black like a soldier.

"Hello, old A."

Mason glanced at the guy sitting like an uncle on the couch, and he took a bottle of owl potion and gave himself a drink, dispelling the exhaustion and slowing his high-speed mind for a moment.

He hadn't just come to Gotham tonight to attend the opening ceremony, but also to meet with the Quint Boss.

As for the reason, it's simple.

After all, this is Mason's base camp, and if something happens, it only takes one message to shake the entire Zhenglian to help fight.

It was the safest place Mason could find, and while he didn't think anything dangerous was going to happen at tonight's meeting, he was prepared.

Mason stood up, put the weapon case full of biodecoy bombs back into his bag, and glanced at the translucent character card in front of him.

The inscription skill that has reached Lv4+1 is enough for him to extract the world coordinates on the weapon X card, but the conversation with the titular "boss" is obviously more important at the moment.

He stepped out of the desk, pulled over the chair and sat down next to Old A, reached out to activate the gravity ring in his hand, and took out a bottle of wine and three glasses from the cupboard, and landed firmly on the table between the two.

"I've thought about it."

As Mason opened the bottle, he whispered to the bald and one-eyed old black in front of him:

"That A-rank seat is not suitable for me at the moment, so I gave it to Q, that is her business, with the current strength of me and Team K, it is enough to be a low-key B-class team.

I thank you for your kindness, but I don't really need to. ”

"It's up to you."

Old A waved his hand and said indifferently:

"Anyway, with the talent and ability you have shown, even if you don't need my little help, it is a sure thing to enter the A-level Council of Twelve in a short period of time.

I just want to be a good person.

Alas, it is indeed old.

I can't even grasp the thoughts of young people, maybe it's time for me to abdicate and make way for Xian, and it's good to go back to some garden world to be a soil overlord to retire for a long time. ”

"You're kidding, Mr. Nick Fury."

Mason glanced at him, pushed the glass full of wine in front of him, and said:

"In a world where you exist, your fame is thunderous, and no one dares to underestimate you. Mr. Steve Rogers, don't stand there, sit too.

This conversation with me is safe, and I promise that no one will disturb us.

What is your code name in the organization, though? ”

"Number 3."

The blonde man, Captain Steve, replied dryly:

"At the same time, he is also the captain and commander of the third conqueror sequence of the Cleaner Legion, and I appreciate the crisp and neat actions of Team K in Osborne Tower."

"It turns out that the first time I caused trouble, you helped clean up the aftermath, and it really caused you trouble."

Mason smiled sincerely, raised his glass, and said:

"Thank you, Captain."

"It doesn't have to be like this, everyone is a soldier in the trenches, and it is right to help each other."

Captain Steve was as humble and polite as he had been rumored, and he waved his hand and said:

"The knowledge and information that Team K brought back from the Isu world and the war world is what really helped us. Frankly, the gloom of the Third Impact has been dispelled a lot by your outstanding contributions.

I don't think an A seat is even enough to reward your contributions. ”

"All right, gentlemen, stop blowing each other in business."

The bald old black who was left out in the cold picked up the wine glass, coughed a little unpleasantly, and said:

"The clone I left on the Council of Hope will be spotted in thirty minutes at most, and we'll have to get back before then, J J's broken ship is still waiting in Gotham Harbor.

Crossing the world is a hard process, not to mention having to fucking avoid those malicious eyes.

So, let's get down to business. ”

He crossed Erlang's legs and looked at Mason, showing his white teeth, and said:

"What the hell are you kid doing? If you have any grievances with us, just say that the end of the world is just around the corner, and you don't have time to guess dumb riddles here.

Openness and honesty are the prerequisites for unity.

If you can't pee in a pot, it's good for everyone to part ways as soon as possible.

You tell me?

Mason Cooper. ”

(End of chapter)