The track of dawn in the world of American manga

Chapter 83 35. The new plan is that we distract the minions and you kill the BOSS instantly——[1850]

In the room that formerly belonged to Alfred in the underground base, it has been temporarily transformed into an alchemy room.

Huge special-shaped distillation tubes and large crucibles were placed in the room, and a device that could make a stable fire was lit to cook some bad-smelling medicine.

Mason is busy working with various materials.

Judging from this posture, he must come up with some extremely complicated formulas.

Tim Drake quietly opened the door, and at a glance he saw Mason throwing two tangled leeches into the boiling pot, and at the same time putting strangely colored herbs in his hands and roasting them with a flame.

It gives off a strange burnt smell.

On Mason's workbench were brightly colored African snake sloughs and a strange horn-like object that was being ground up by Charles with a medicine pestle.

This scene is very similar to the scene in some children's cartoons where the evil alchemist makes medicine, especially the viscous concoction that is constantly being cooked and takes on a terrifying appearance like mud.

This made Mr. Robin Tim, the third generation, who had always been rational and intelligent, swallow his saliva. He now doubted whether the blood tonic he drank before was also obtained through this method.

It's really terrible.

"Are you here to help? Or are you here to watch?"

Mason, who was wearing a medical mask, asked without raising his head, and like a chef cooking, he squeezed the bloody leech in his hand and threw it into the pot again, letting black and purple smoke come out of it.

"Uh, I just wanted to thank you, Mason."

Tim was frightened.

The young man stood at the door and refused to come in, but he whispered sincerely:

"I learned what happened just now from Grayson. Without the intervention of you and Charles, things would have become very scary tonight.

Those guys are using Barbara to demoralize the Bat-Family.

The poor girl was taken advantage of."

"Huh? As one of the best detectives in Gotham City and even the East Coast, do you really think she's just being used?"

Mason glanced at the third generation of Robin and whispered:

"Facts aside, even if the League of Assassins and the resurrected Jason Todd are 99% at fault, doesn't Bruce Wayne have the remaining 1% at fault?

Come on.

You just admire him too much, so you ignore the very bad aspects of Batman's character. These bad things are all caused by him, and those unanswered expectations eventually turn into terrible poison in disappointment.

Hurting others and yourself!

I think there is nothing wrong with Barbara and Jason's choice.

When I was a child, when I was bullied in college, I would hope that my father would step in and teach the bullies a lesson. This is human nature.

But what did Batman do after his own child was bullied, paralyzed or even died?

Think about it, Tim.

If you were Jason, I think you would only go further.

So stop washing the floor for him."

"No, I prefer to call it the price of being a hero."

Tim pushed up his elegant glasses and said:

"But I'm not here to argue with you, I'm just here to say thank you, thank you for saving Barbara, thank you for saving the Bat Family on the verge of collapse."

"The price? After witnessing everything tonight, are you still willing to pay that price? I think you can stand and talk without pain in your back."

Mason curled his lips, waved his hand and said:

"Go, go, don't bother me. First Alfred, then Grayson, then the crying Gordon, and finally you! Damn it, this pot of medicine should have been brewed five minutes ago."

Tim retreated silently.

Only Mason and his temporary assistant Kite Man were left in the alchemy room. Charles glanced at Mason while grinding the horn of the bicorn.

He whispered:

"Is this the daily life of the Bat family? It's so terrible. Sure enough, only such a disaster can polish a person's mind as hard as steel.

I swear I'll never call Batman just a lucky guy again.

Anyone who would do something like this tonight would be crazy! But he actually survived and planned to continue to cause trouble for the Assassin's League. At least I can't do it."

"Shut up, too."

Mason glared at Charles and said:

"Isn't this all caused by your former boss? You even let him stand guard outside the night he shot Barbara. To be honest, this means the Bat family has good character.

If it had been anyone else, you would have been shot first and asked questions later when you walked in."

"I didn't know he would be so crazy at the time."

The kite man called Qu to argue:

"After I realized what a horrible bastard the Joker was, didn't I immediately distance myself from him?"

"Don't mention this again, it's not something that makes people happy."

The young man took the medicinal powder that Charles had ground, grabbed a silver spoon and stirred the medicinal soup that was as thick as black mud in the cauldron, and sprinkled the medicinal powder evenly when it boiled for the seventh time.

Finally, under the gaze of the Kite Man, Mason took out a handful of hair that he had just pulled from his head, counted down the time, and threw the last ingredients into the pot at thirty seconds.

There was a "bang" sound, and hot bubbles appeared in the boiling pot, and then there was a loud crackling sound like a firecracker, and disgusting foam floated out.

But soon the medicinal soup, as thick as black mud, quickly changed color.

Although the taste is still disgusting, it vaporizes quickly as if it has been juiced by a fire, and is reheated through the distillation tube at the top before finally condensing into droplets in the large crystal cup on the workbench, which are exactly the same color as Charles's eyes.

of potion.

After this process of vaporization and condensation was over, a line of prompts immediately popped up in front of Mason's eyes:

Successfully complete the production of outstanding craftsmanship, excellent quality, and alchemical compounds once, and the alchemy skill proficiency will be increased by X10X4=X40.

"cool"

Mason whistled to express his joy.

If he remembered correctly, this should be the first time he had made a "fine quality" item. It was truly a day worth remembering.

"Pack them up."

Mr. Evil Alchemist took off his medical gloves and mask and gave Charles instructions.

The Kite Man carefully packed the strange-colored and disgusting-tasting potion into five test tubes, capped them, and handed them to Mason.

The latter took it in his hand and shook it, and an information label popped up:

Polyjuice PotionX5

Quality: Excellent alchemical creation·Excellent craftsmanship

Effect: After drinking, the drinker will change into the appearance of "Kite Man" Charles Brown, and completely simulate his physical characteristics. It can exempt most detection magic tests, and the effect lasts for one hour.

Producer: Mason Cooper

Item description: I know what you are thinking but don't use it to do bad things, because DNA cannot be imitated! So if you accidentally give birth to a child, it is still yours.

"Enough with these obscene item descriptions!"

Mason complained and put the five potions in his arms. Fortunately, this item meant that only he could see it, otherwise the fun would be really great.

He led the kite man out of the room.

The thought of discussing tactics with Batman and the Bat-family gave Charles a headache. This third-tier villain had been beaten badly by these bats in the past few years.

According to his own words, he was admitted to the ICU by Batman at least twice and the serious injury ward by Nightwing three times.

That's right, the master and his bat boys really don't kill people.

But it is not uncommon for him to focus on causing a comminuted fracture when facing evil criminals. Do you really think that Batman protects Gotham with love and peace?

And for most criminals, being forced to have their leg bones or sternum removed due to serious injuries only once is enough to make them give up evil and do good.

From the perspective of deterring crime, beating them up is indeed more effective than killing them.

"Boss, how do you think Batman convinces himself to forget those nightmarish encounters?"

On the way to the underground base hall, Kite Man asked softly:

"Will he have a psychiatrist? Or will he self-mediate?"

"You see, he is a billionaire but he doesn't enjoy life. He dresses like a bat and hides in a dark cave to monitor the entire city every day.

And he will often appear in front of bad guys and persuade them to give up committing crimes by sending them to the ICU.

He also has some weird adoption fetish.

Counting Jason Todd and Barbara Gordon, four children have been led by him into this unusual career path when they were minors.

And I'm sure there will be more to come, like when he tried to adopt me."

Mason spoke quickly, then looked back at Kite Man.

He asked expressionlessly:

"What do you think the spiritual world of such a person is like? Charles, we generally call such people 'madmen', so now you understand why he can play so well with people like clowns, right?"

They are essentially the same type of people.

It's just that the symptoms of madness are different.

Of course, I can answer your question in a literary way, such as "

"Ahem"

Mason coughed twice, put on the look of an artistic young man with pain in his balls, and said like a poem:

"He walked through hell, but did not receive any healing. His fragmented face was filled with regret and pain. He was broken again and again, and was reassembled again and again by blood-stained hands.

Only in this way can he have the heart of a superhero.

And everything he went through is the price of becoming a hero."

After he finished speaking, looking at Charles waiting for his reaction, Kite Man pointed behind Mason with an embarrassed look and whispered:

"Well, boss, I just wanted to say that he is behind you."

"Um?"

Mason turned around, and what he saw was a cold metal mask and a pair of ghostly eyes.

The master's "stealth technique" has really reached its peak.

"Ahem, I wasn't talking about you just now."

The young man said with a normal expression:

"I'm talking about Green Arrow, that's right. Oliver Queen, a perverted billionaire who dresses up as the Green Goblin and likes to adopt traumatized children and teach them archery."

"You don't have to explain, and you said it very well."

The master said quietly:

"After listening to it, I felt like a lunatic."

"The potion is ready."

Seeing that the explanation was unclear, Mason stopped explaining at all. He took out a polyjuice potion and handed it to Batman, gesturing for him to drink it. The old man was also a decisive person, and he drank the potion in the test tube without hesitation.

Then, his expression changed, he turned around and walked a few steps quickly to hide in the shadows.

vomit!

"Well, I forgot to tell you that the taste of this thing is one of the most disgusting among potions that generally taste disgusting, but it is really effective."

Mason said softly:

"You will feel severe pain in your stomach and want to go to the toilet, but hold it in. Then you will have a burning discomfort in the stomach that spreads to various organs in the body. This is normal.

Generally speaking, after ten seconds you will feel like your whole body is melting."

"Plop"

The old man, who was holding his stomach, fell to his knees with weak legs, but quickly stood up holding on to the wall.

Under Kite Man's shocked gaze, he could clearly see that Batman's height quickly shortened by several centimeters as if being compressed, and his burly body also shrank by a circle, and finally his belly.

The belly with eight-pack abs also looks slightly bloated.

"Take off the mask, Bruce."

Mason took out a small mirror and put it in front of the master. Batman took off his helmet, and a face exactly like Kite Man appeared.

Even the confused expressions on their faces were exactly the same.

"How's it going? Not bad, right?"

The alchemist laughed and said:

"One bottle lasts for an hour. I have prepared five bottles for you, which is enough for you to use until dawn."

"The effect is very good, but what's the use of me becoming like this?"

The master touched his face and asked.

Mason shrugged and snapped his fingers, and Kite Man immediately handed over the "Evil Alliance" invitation message he received on his cell phone.

Batman took it and immediately narrowed his eyes.

He made a deep thinking expression that the Kite Man could never make.

He understood Mason's plan.

"This won't work!"

The young man pointed to his face and said:

"You have to learn more from Charles and not reveal such dark thoughts that are not a third-tier villain. You have to pretend to be more frivolous, more exaggerated, and more of a noob.

So the rest of the time is left to you and Charles.

We are going to the Batcave and Wayne Tower as planned. After we are done, we will go to Arkham to meet you. Try to delay as much time as possible and don't do anything reckless."

"Lei Xiaogu is right there."

Batman said in a deep voice:

"I'll fix this tonight."

"It's probably not just Lei Xiaogu who's there."

Mason sighed, took out a dozen enchanted and cursed batarangs tied with black ropes and handed them to him, saying:

"We all know that you are very powerful, and you may have been prepared for tonight's situation. Once we recapture the Batcave, all of your terrifying and useful plans will be put into use.

But sometimes you can't be so dictatorial.

What happened with Barbara and Jason should teach you some lessons. If you decide everything yourself, how can you make the people behind you trust you?

In addition, if you don’t worry, leave it to me to handle the follow-up of Barbara’s affairs, okay?”

He looked at the silent master and said:

"You know, you'd better not get involved in this matter in the short term, and Gordon is my guardian, and Barbara is my adopted sister. Let me put it bluntly.

I can make a potion to get her back on her feet.

It's just that this kind of potion is difficult to make and expensive, so I may need to set up a very professional alchemy laboratory."

"Whoosh"

A bat black card flew over and landed in Mason's hand. The master followed the Kite Man to the nearby house to prepare for "deep learning" of the behavioral patterns of the third-line villains.

As he closed the door, he said hoarsely in Charles's voice:

"Make that drug! Mason, don't think about money. I owe her so much."

"You should have said these words to her just now! What Barbara wants is not revenge at all, nor does she want to see the Joker killed by you. Bruce, what she wants is your apology.

But you kept her waiting for many years

When the call is not answered, it will become a terrible thing. I, a 17-year-old young man, understand the truth, but you don't understand?"

Mason flicked the bat black card in his hand and complained:

"You never learn to show your heart in front of your family. This seriously hinders the love of the Bat family. To be honest, you should review your past actions."

"Bang"

The door is closed.

It made Mason sigh with emotion at how horrifyingly closed a man's heart is to a man who has suffered from severe psychological disorders due to witnessing tragedies since he was a child.

This is a disease, no doubt about it.

The only way to cure it is to start at the source, but what can Mason do?

He is not the necromancer of the Scourge. He can pull Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne from the grave and relieve the master's psychological trauma with a loving father and son.

"The words just now are not something that a 17-year-old could say."

The old butler Alfred walked past with a cup of hot coffee. He glanced at Mason and said:

"Are you sure you are only 17 and not 37 or older?"

"My driver's license says I'm 17."

Mason smiled in the darkness, put the bat black card in his hand, turned around and walked towards the hall.

The preparation phase is over.

Next, it’s time to start the exciting Jedi counterattack.

(End of chapter)