Mason, returning from the Star Castle, immediately threw himself into his work.

The equipment catalogue submitted by Team K and non-staff personnel has been revised, so it is necessary to revise the daily work of the "Mason Manufacturing Regiment" before starting to work quickly.

In the large lounge on the top floor of Osborne Tower, the twelve water bodies of the Mason Manufacturing Group have arrived, and everyone is still dressed differently from each other to distinguish their identities.

However, because Mason has high requirements for his water body, he tried his best to give them full intelligence in the early stage, which led to the fact that as Mason's water control ability became more and more sophisticated, the intelligence level of the water body also improved by leaps and bounds.

"Ha, I'm going to be called 'Mason Elivan Cooper from today onwards!'"

No. 11 Shui Body solemnly announced his major decision to change his name to the other Masons, and then ushered in a full applause, this guy belongs to the relatively conservative members of the Water Body, and for others, such a trivial thing as changing the name has already been tried.

Mason, the engineer with the most inquisitive personality, even began to fall in love with Fenrir armor, who had a million problems with his spirit after Mason's main body was demonized.

Anyway, no matter how hard you try, it's just a platonic love, so although Mason knows about it, he doesn't plan to care.

He has lived a harmonious and beautiful life with Harley and Quinn, and even recently extended his evil hand to his female boss, in this kind of private life matter, the subject really does not have the confidence to reprimand his own water body.

This is also the way Mason gets along with his supernumerary "brothers".

Everyone enjoys a relatively equal status and regards each other's cooperation as a team-based run-in operation, and there is no coercive order.

"Alright, everyone, if you're done discussing the recent trivia, then listen to me now."

Mason, the subject in a gray trench coat, walked into the break room with the gear catalogue in hand, and the water bodies in front of him stopped talking, and they each put down their drinks.

Probably because they are made up of water, these guys are obsessed with tasting different kinds of liquids.

Normal tastes prefer juice and fine wine, and less normal likes to add various potions to the wine to improve the "taste", and the most abnormal ones have begun to discuss which entrance is more exciting, armor lubricant or industrial engine oil.

Considering that these bodies have inherited a part of Mason's main personality, the various quirks they exhibit are theoretically part of some hidden instinct in Mason's personality.

So, is Mason Cooper a potential schizophrenia?

Well, that might explain why he and Hallie get along so well, it's not just love, it's also the exchange of illness between patients!

I see.

Mason struggled to keep himself from paying attention to the anomalous nature of the Hydro Bodies, and tried to convince himself that there must be something hellish wrong with the use of the mutant ability.

He coughed, handed over the equipment catalog that had been divided in his hand to the person in charge of his field, propped his hands on the table and said to everyone:

"The next period of time is going to trouble everyone, especially the teams in the two fields of engineering and alchemy have to work overtime and endure hardships, this is the case, in the stage when the fourth impact is only twenty-nine days left, there is really not much time left for everyone to rest."

"Don't be so pretentious, Subject."

Batman Mason took a sip of the three-point industrial oil, six-point passion fruit and a refreshing drink, wiped his mouth and said:

"You haven't had much rest under you, and if you were a bastard boss like you in another business, you should be honest enough to choose a street lamp.

However, everyone is not a normal employee, so there can be overtime or something, and we are not unreasonable people, and we must help those who should be helped.

But there has been a serious problem that has been bothering us for a long time. ”

"Baxter Man is right!"

Mason, the master smith, slammed the disinfectant water from the water on the table, and he said to Mason, who was wild:

"All of us in the Mason Manufacturing Team work hard and do our best, but we only have one pair of hands, and adding more demands to the pressure of such a heavy workload is more than we can do.

I'm not complaining, either.

But if you want to fulfill all kinds of manufacturing orders on time, you have to give us more people, right? ”

"You can't have a rookie."

Alchemist Mason gracefully buckled the cup of the mecha lubricant that had been drunk on the table, signaling that he had already drunk too much today and could not continue to spread it any more.

Then he picked up a quaint pipe and put it to his mouth, and Mason, the inscription master sitting next to him, immediately helped the alchemist light the fire.

Amid the spicy smoke flying, the most heavily circled Mason explains:

"You don't have time for apprentices anymore, so you're at least doubling the number of people in terms of the new tasks you're assigning and the deadlines, and the equipment in the labs and workshops needs to be updated.

We've commissioned the Möbius chair to create a new tool for us in the production room at Osborne Tower.

The manpower is in place, and everyone can start work at any time. ”

"That's right, but I didn't say it, Mason."

Mason, the tailor, was skilfully knitting the sweater and complained to the subject:

"That chair has a terrible personality, it always likes to give opinions about things it doesn't understand, have you broken the intelligence of that chair by manipulation?

It was so stupid that it was so stupid that I had to discuss the four ways to weave a sweater with my eyes closed.

Why don't you ask an engineer to help out? ”

"I can't do it yet, that thing is a bit technologically advanced, I have to work harder."

Engineer Mason sneered a few times, glanced at the subject again, patted his chest and promised:

"But I'm about to break through!

I've gotten that feeling, I've gained enough experience by remaking different models of Fenrir armors, and I've done improvements to BFG9000 firearms."

"Nonsense!"

Mason, the first aid master who had been drinking silently and not speaking next to him, immediately revealed:

"I saw you crying there yesterday with a workbook of 'Cause and Effect', and you hid and cried, crying miserably, can't you learn it?

Everyone is one, why are you so stupid? ”

"Shut up!"

Engineer Mason immediately blushed.

While talking about the law of cause and effect, and saying sour things like he had worked hard, the whole lounge was filled with happy air for a while.

Mason, the main body, laughed as well.

But in the next moment, everyone else stopped laughing and looked at him coldly, the meaning of those eyes is that we just laugh, what qualifications do you have to laugh if you are lazy?

This made the subject cough twice in embarrassment, well, being bullied by these bastards in the workplace again.

"In short, there is no need to worry about manpower."

Mason sighed, he really couldn't ask for more from the hard-working water body, if he really opened a factory in reality, it would be a good thing that his ancestral grave could not get green smoke.

Besides, the doppelgangers also have a bad attitude, and every time they improve their skills, they will be fed back to the main body, Mason This is equivalent to getting himself twelve fully automatic operation hangings, rubbing the rocket into the sky.

It's all treated like this, and it's not a big problem to be bullied.

Under the gaze of all the water bodies, Mason clapped his hands, and the pure water in the bucket placed in the lounge was immediately mobilized, and in the exclamation of the doppelgangers, Mason turned into one after another in the uniform of blue-collar workers.

As the water flowed, the number of people grew, and finally stopped at thirty-six, which is not an exaggeration.

These "second factory" Masons are not as intelligent as the first generation of water bodies, they maintain a expressionless but ready to start work posture, and they are tacitly divided into twelve doppelgängers according to their respective areas of expertise.

In this way, each of the twelve realms had three subordinate clones available for deployment, and the originally overstretched manpower was suddenly abundant.

"What's going on with these guys?"

Mason, the jeweler with the most elegant and indifferent temperament, full of jewels all over his body, looked at the three assistants beside him with a critical gaze, and he pushed his monocle with dissatisfaction and said:

"What we need is an assistant, a subject, we don't need slaves, if they don't have intelligence, then why don't I find a Mobius chair to assign me a robot?

Wisdom!

Subject, you have to understand that wisdom is the foundation on which we stand in this dark age. ”

"They have wisdom."

Mason rubbed his eyebrows and explained:

"This is the limit of what I can do well with my current water control, and I've given them the wisdom carved out of a mold with us.

But I canceled them for their overly rich feelings and personalities.

This way, you can get good assistants, and I don't have to worry about getting another group of subordinates who will bully me in the workplace. Trust me, it's good for each other.

Alright, the entertainment time is over, everyone, it's time to get to work. ”

"Yo roar, the good times of screwing have begun, little ones, hurry up! Today's work indicator is the production and assembly of nine Fenrir armors!

Don't rest until you can't finish it!

Let's get started! ”

Engineer Mason let out a long voice and roared, like the motivating effect of a foreman's roar, and was the first to enter the pocket factory with his three assistants.

The rest of the body also said goodbye.

Although these guys say strange things that they are very tired and can't hold on, in fact, they have inherited the "hard-working" habit of Mason, and their enthusiasm for work has even reached a pathological level.

If they are given a day off, they will complain that there is nothing to do.

No matter how realistic they are, they will not suffer from backache due to overwork, and the only risk is that they may die suddenly after long-term work.

Therefore, Mason changed the schedule of the production team, forcing these guys to rest for at least an hour every day by returning to the water body, and there was a lot of complaining.

However, not all of them returned to the Pocket Factory, the master alchemist Mason remained, and the Inscriptionist and the Jeweler, the former to report to work, and the latter two to take on special tasks.

"On the Reverse Push of the Golden Sentinel Serum"

The alchemist with a fairy face took off his wizard hat and threw it aside, grabbed the hair that was obviously thinner than the other water bodies, rubbed the eye sockets with serious dark circles, and said to the main body Mason with a dejected attitude:

"It's already lagging behind.

According to the original plan, Brother Elric and I should have at least one incomplete drawing for you at this time, but we haven't even finished the first stage of ingredient cognition yet.

This Sentinel Serum is not a special formula that can be countered by common sense, mainly, this is the final conclusion that I have come to after wasting nearly 70 weak magic stones with those two brothers.

Reverse Restore has come to a complete standstill.

This road does not work, and there is no point in piling up time.

So, after discussing with the two of them, we decided to use a new, more radical approach to reverse-engineer the Golden Sentinel Serum. ”

He spat out the pungent smoke and said to Mason, who was also frowning:

"You need to go to S.H.I.E.L.D. world and borrow the Mother of All Things in the Holy of Holies there!"

“？”

Mason's eyes immediately widened, and he exclaimed:

"What are you going to do? Are you going to throw the sentry's body into the alchemy furnace to refine it into some kind of hellish nine-turn golden pill? The kind that can ascend to immortality after eating? ”

"It's not impossible if it's necessary."

The alchemy master snorted and said to the subject in a disdainful tone:

"But please put away your overly flexible imagination, then even if it can be successful, the pill will be made at once, and it will not meet our requirements for making serums in large quantities.

We need to use the Mother of All Things to destroy the flesh and blood of the Sentinel, and finally extract the effective power components of his body, the whole process is very similar to alchemy, but it is not the same.

The final power condensation will be handed over to you, and then the golden sentinel serum formula will be forcibly cracked through the completely unscientific and non-magical ingredient identification of character cards.

This is theoretically opportunistic.

But according to my calculations and experience, as long as your alchemy reaches Lv9, you should be able to crack the formula.

At the very least, it is also a crippled formula.

Of course, such an adventure would completely destroy the remains of the sentry, and it would be an irreversible one-time operation, so I would have to ask you for your opinion in advance. ”

"You're the expert, alchemist."

The subject shook his head and said:

"Since this matter was assigned to you at the beginning, it is completely up to you now, I will not participate, I agree to your plan, I will contact Agent Brand to send the Mother of All Things as soon as possible."

"Well, remember to tell the Holy of Others in advance, this operation may blow up the alchemist artifact, so let them prepare in advance if they can't recover the treasure."

Mason, the master alchemist, put on his hat again and reminded the subject, and when he left with his assistant, he whispered to the subject:

"Also, you take the time to take care of Engineer Mason, I saw him doing something unspeakable to your Fenrir Warframe last night. The most terrifying thing is that the female Ultron is still excitedly cooperating with him.

Hell, I can't wait to snap my eyeballs off.

That guy is really the most perverted of all the doppelgangers, but considering that everyone's template comes from you. Hey, I don't dare to think about it at all. ”

"Huh"

Mason, the main body, waved his hand expressionlessly, and he said in a tone like a dead heart:

"Let him go, I wish them happiness, I wish you all happiness."

After sending away Mason, the alchemist who was very upright on the outside but was actually very gossipy, the subject took a sip to calm down, and then looked at the inscription master and jeweler.

He took out a large pile of various materials from his bag and said to the two men:

"The production of the twelve charms also has to be put on the process, this matter will trouble the two of you to practice for the past two days, and I will help you contact Black Strange when everything is ready.

We don't use the power of the Holy Lord's weak chicken demon lord to infuse the twelve spells, we do it in one step, and directly connect with the black strange power. ”

"Will this work?"

Mason, the jeweler, pushed his monocle and whispered:

"Black Strange doesn't look like he's easy to talk to, and this kind of manipulation will dilute his power. Will he say yes? ”

"Well, that's what you single dog doesn't understand."

Mason, the inscriptionist next to him, snorted, and reached out to hold his companion's shoulder very informally, and grinned:

"That guy is a lover, you know what I mean? For him, the pursuit of lost love is the ultimate goal, and power is just a means to an end.

Believe it or not, in order to get his Christine back, he can give up all the power he has without any nostalgia.

Let's help him deal with the excess power now not only will not anger him, but will help him, the main body will say it in the past, this thing will definitely be done!

Hey, you see, licking dogs are like this. ”

(End of chapter)