The track of dawn in the world of American manga

Wayne Group is definitely a giant company in Gotham. The citizens of this city and even the surrounding small towns will inevitably have to deal with Wayne Group from birth to death.

Its existence has even surpassed the concept of regional chaebols and penetrated into every aspect of Gotham City.

Although it started out in heavy industry and shipping, in the generation of Bruce Wayne's father Thomas Wayne, the company had already completed a large-scale spread of industry. Now Bruce has medical laboratories all over the world.

More than a dozen companies have also invested in cutting-edge technology organizations like Star Labs.

However, Mason confirmed from Gordon that the research and development of the zombie vaccine that Batman was promoting was located at the headquarters of the Wayne Group, which is the Wayne Tower that is unknown to everyone in the city.

This gave Mason the convenience to sneak into it.

In the evening, the young man cooked a meal for himself in the hut and brushed up on his proficiency in the cooking branch. After eating and drinking, he set the "patrol route" for today on his Bat Mobile phone. He put the mobile phone on

On the drone, let it circle the block according to its own habits in the evening, and then return to the cabin.

In order to prevent Batman from visiting his cabin on a whim, Mason decided to "do a big job" in the city before setting off to infiltrate.

The place he chose for the zombie activity tonight is Naihe Island.

In that super giant slum that is almost completely separated from the main city of Gotham and the situation is complicated.

Kite Man's map indicates that the underground sewer system in the complex terrain area has been completely renovated. According to his career in the Clown Gang, he learned that there are at least four dummy dens of different forces hidden there, which is where most fugitives will choose.

A place to hide.

This has even formed a complete "industrial chain" on Naihe Island.

The best thing is that this black industry chain that shelters criminals is still controlled by Gotham's largest mafia family, the Falcone family.

Don't you think this is a coincidence?

Mason took the ring light rail that was said to be built by Thomas Wayne and arrived at Naihe Island Station. He put on an invisibility cloak in the bathroom and quickly entered this chaotic place.

But he did not enter the modified sewer, but released Miss McGonagall from one of the exits.

"I know you can understand."

Mason carefully took out the lazy zombie tiger cat from the cage with inferior thick leather gloves made by his tailoring skills.

Looking at the kitten with black claws popping out of his hand, Mason carefully stroked the cat and said to it:

"Don't leave the sewer! Don't hurt the people on the ground! Otherwise I will throw you into the suitcase and change your teeth and come out to work. Don't pretend that you are just a kitten and you don't understand!

I know you are smart enough to understand what I mean."

"Meow~"

An impatient light appeared in Miss McGonagall's scarlet eyes, which proved that it had indeed regained its intelligence under the influence of the resurrection stone fragments, but it was not certain to what extent it could recover.

After all, the zombie virus has completely changed its brain structure, and with the unique magical inheritance of Animagus taking effect in it, maybe one day it can really transform back into the human form of Professor McGonagall.

Or maybe it can live in cat form forever.

"You have become heavier again, and seem to be a bit bigger."

Mason held the tiger cat in his hands and placed it at the sewer entrance. He tied a small pocket watch around its neck, patted its head and said:

"Eat less unclean things. Isn't veal better than the meat of criminals? Go ahead, I'll wait for you here. I'll be back when this pocket watch rings!"

Be good.

I won’t lock you in a cage from now on, deal?”

"Meow!"

The dry and gloomy meow seemed to represent the tiger cat's response.

It first stretched its body, which was twice as big as an ordinary cat, like an ocelot, and then disappeared into the darkness of the sewer with elegant steps.

Mason held a Taser with a fishing net in his hand, and he was ready to enter the sewer to recover the cat if it misbehaved.

But ten minutes later, Miss McGonagall's figure appeared at the entrance of the sewer as promised. The bloody cat paw prints and the blood stains on the corners of her mouth meant that tonight's "late night snack hunt" was equally successful.

Mason took off the countdown watch that was vibrating around the cat's neck, and reached out to touch the cat's increasingly furry head with great satisfaction.

He put his favorite branch hat into the birdcage to make a nest, and took the cat back into his arms who became lazy after satisfying his hunger.

He stood up and walked into a dirty, almost abandoned phone booth on the street. He dialed the Gotham Police Department's emergency number and screamed at the top of his lungs:

"Oh my God! There are scary monsters walking around in the sewers! They are eating people on Naihe Island! It's so scary! Please call Batman to save us!"

"Snapped"

Before the police officer over there could ask about the specific situation, the call was hung up.

Mason walked out of the phone booth and headed back to the light rail station. Taking advantage of the complex paths of the island's renovated sewer system, Batboy was very busy tonight.

He won't have time for anything else.

The light rail around the city built when Thomas Wayne was alive ends at the Wayne Group Building, so Mason doesn't even need to change transportation.

He waited patiently until the security guard of the building changed shifts, then wore an invisibility cloak and followed the patrolling security guards into the building. He easily blended into the building as if he were an invisible man, and then took the stairs down to the medical laboratory located underground.

When a bald researcher in a white coat was holding a cup of coffee and opening the door with his ID card with a fairy-like look on his face, Mason followed him inside.

This large laboratory, which occupies an entire underground floor, is very busy.

There are at least two hundred people working here, and while walking around, Mason can see biological experiments being conducted in several tightly sealed experimental spaces.

They used creatures such as cats, dogs and sheep to inject them with zombie viruses and targeted drugs to test the effects of the drugs, and each laboratory was equipped with automatic shooting devices.

Mason saw a dog that was first shot in the head with precision after being turned into a zombie, and then burned by the flames ejected from four high-temperature flame nozzles. Finally, all traces were cleaned up by a special cleaning device.

"Drug Trial No. 47 Failed!"

A black man wearing protective clothing shook his head, and as Mason watched silently, he said to the assistant beside him:

"The trial of drug No. 48 will begin in three minutes. How many targeted drugs are currently recorded as effective?"

"Only one, Mr. Lucius."

The fair-skinned and beautiful long-legged assistant looked at the experimental records and answered concisely and accurately:

"The compound labeled No. 24, co-developed by Star Laboratories. It can keep test samples awake for 8-10 minutes when attacked by zombie viruses, but subsequent research on it has never been able to achieve a breakthrough.

There must be some key issues that have not been discovered..."

Having said this, the very professional female assistant hesitated for a moment and whispered to the person in charge of this experiment, Mr. Lucius Fox, who was also the head of the scientific research department of Wayne Industries and the chairman of the board of directors of Wayne Group:

"With all due respect, Mr. Lucius, it is impossible for us to complete the deconstruction of the unknown virus and the production of targeted drugs in less than half a month.

It is simply an outrageous request that violates scientific principles."

"I know, but we have to get it done!"

Mr. Lucius has not had a good rest for several days. Batman's most trusted "technical officer" rubbed his bloodshot eyes and said:

"Your authority allows you to know the truth about the Blackgate prison incident. Think about the impact and impact it would have if those living corpses spread in Gotham City, even the country, and the world.

We must get it done before real disaster breaks out!

Keep experimenting!”

The female assistant stopped talking.

She nodded, and soon several experimenters brought compound No. 48, and a bleating goat was also sent into the laboratory.

As for Mason, he has now arrived in the research and development room marked No. 24. Three researchers are busy in front of the computer, and the labeled No. 24 drug is stored in a small refrigerated test box.

The young man took out three small syringes from his arms.

The liquid inside was the "Batman Tranquilizer" that he used alchemy to analyze the formula and produced in Dr. Leslie's clinic.

He had been stabbed by this thing once and knew very well how effective it was.

Just like a dragonfly touching water.

Mason pricked the necks of three busy researchers three times. In less than two seconds, the three already exhausted researchers lay in front of the computer and fell into a wonderful sleep like a baby.

The young man took Compound No. 24 out of the refrigerator and held it in his hand for inspection.

Unfinished zombie virus prevention serum

Effect: Made through the advanced biotechnology of Star Laboratory, the injected person is immune to the transformation of the living body by the zombie virus in a short period of time.

Produced by: Barry Allen, Star Labs Biotechnology Division, Wayne Industrial Biomedical Laboratories

Item description: Mr. Barry Allen is really only one step away from cracking the secret of the original zombie virus. Maybe he needs a little more help from supernatural powers?

"Barry?"

Mason looked at the serum test tube in his hand and narrowed his eyes.

There is indeed a Flash in this world! But he seems to be keeping a very low profile. At least Mason has not seen any news related to The Flash in the recent newspapers.

"Supernatural help?"

Young savored the hint hidden in the item description of this serum. After hesitating for a while, he took out an alchemy stone that he had just made at noon today.

"The fusion of alchemy and modern biotechnology won't cause serum contamination, right?"

With this idea in mind, Mason put the gray irregular alchemy stone into the test tube in his hand with tweezers. Under his gaze, the orange-yellow serum liquid began to float some bubbles like the extracted alchemical potion.

Its inner active ingredients are being rapidly extracted by the alchemy stone.

After ten excruciating minutes, the serum in Mason's hand was only two-thirds of its original capacity, and its information label finally changed:

Extracted zombie virus prevention serum

Effect: Under the joint action of advanced biotechnology and ancient alchemy, this serum undergoes wonderful changes without adding any materials.

The effective time of its protection against zombie virus infection has been greatly extended.

Producer: Barry Allen, Mason Cooper

Item description: This is still not a perfect zombie antidote! But don’t be discouraged. It’s already very good for a junior alchemist to do this. Come and reward yourself.

"This little thing can also be effective on the products of biotechnology. It is truly the core creation of alchemy."

Mason took out the gray alchemy stone from the test tube, and then took the reagent into the space where the biological experiment was taking place.

At this time, Compound 48 proved to be a failure, and Mr. Lucius was also devastated.

He and his assistant were resting outside the laboratory and discussing follow-up plans, while a gray dog ​​had been replaced in the laboratory and was being restrained on the experimental table, waiting for its fate.

Mason, who was wearing an invisibility cloak, glanced outside, poured the reagent in his hand into the precise injection instrument, and then pressed the test switch.

"Why was it activated?"

This unexpected movement immediately alerted Lucius and a group of scientists.

They rushed into the laboratory to stop the unauthorized experimental process, but the serum and virus had already been injected into the puppy.

Mason stood beside these people, invisible, and he was also paying attention to the changes in the puppy in front of him.

One minute, three minutes, fifteen minutes later, the puppy fixed on the experimental table let out a weak cry, but it was not because of zombie infection but because it might be hungry.

"The experimental data has broken the original record! Mr. Lucius, there are no traces of infection in the test sample, and it is expelling the invading virus from the body through body fluid circulation!

A new antibody is produced and added to the sample's immune system.

It's very stable.

At least it’s stable now.”

The female assistant looked at the complicated data on the medical equipment in shock. She even couldn't help but push up her rimless glasses and shouted to a group of scientists who also had their eyes widened:

"Guys... we... maybe we succeeded?"

But no one cheered, everyone stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

They had no idea why the breakthrough suddenly occurred.

Mr. Lucius carefully took out the remaining injected serum from the syringe. He looked at the label marked No. 24 in his hand and fell into deep thought, but he immediately asked the scientists to start analyzing the composition of the serum, and at the same time sent

Someone woke up three researchers who were sleeping soundly in the laboratory.

An hour later, the analysis results were released.

"The composition of Drug No. 24 has not changed in any way, Mr. Lucius."

The female assistant reported to her superior in an incredible tone:

"But its internal composition has undergone great changes. While the content of some ingredients has been weakened, the proportion of other ingredients has increased. Although it is made from the same raw materials, Drug No. 24 has become a completely different kind.

thing.

The three researchers could not give any reason.

They had not touched the compound, and the surveillance proved this, but the surveillance cameras were temporarily offline for ten minutes.

We don't know what happened in the lab during those ten minutes."

Mr. Lucius, who took off his protective clothing, fell into silence. After more than ten seconds, he raised his head and looked at the female assistant and said:

"What about the sample testing? Are the antibodies that are effective against zombie viruses permanent?"

"Sadly, it's not."

The female assistant took out another analysis report and handed it to the person in charge and said:

"After monitoring sample No. 49 for 90 minutes, we found that the activity and concentration of the antibody were declining, and it would gradually lose activity over time.

Based on the current rate of loss, its validity period is 55-65 days."

"enough!"

Lucius's bloodshot eyes flashed with relief, and he concluded:

"In other words, although we don't know how the new compound works, we have confirmed that it is effective and obtained the specific ingredient ratio.

Can we continue to study its principles while mass-producing it?"

"Theoretically yes, Mr. Lucius."

The blond assistant hesitated and whispered:

"But it has not been tested on humans, so..."

"Start now!"

Lucius agreed and said:

"I have to submit a complete report to the board of directors and Mr. Bruce Wayne before dawn, and we still have six hours.

Let the boys and girls work harder!"

"Yes, you should really work harder. A whole world of survivors is still waiting for you to save them, great scientists."

At this time, Mason, who was standing silently behind Mr. Lucius, was making a speech in his heart while looking at the data in the experimental report that he didn't realize was serious.

After the female assistant turned around and left the office, the young man raised his hand and added a Batman sedative to the coffee in Mr. Lucius's hand.

Ten seconds later, Mr. Lucius, who had been tired for several days, leaned on his chair and fell asleep, while Mason reached out and took off the ID card hanging from his chest.

The young man hummed a song in his heart and left here swaggeringly.

Next, it’s time to visit Batman’s equipment research and development warehouse. After all, it’s all work and no play, and the smart Mason has become stupid.

I just did something good.

There are enough reasons to reward yourself.