The track of dawn in the world of American manga

Chapter 518 64. Roll up your sleeves and work hard, everyone in the Mason production team!New orders are on the way

Mason, who had returned from Fort Stars, immediately got to work.

The equipment catalog previously submitted by the K team and non-staff personnel has been revised, so it is necessary to revise the work routine for the "Mason Manufacturing Group" before starting to work hard.

In the large lounge on the top floor of the Osborne Tower, the twelve water bodies of the Mason Manufacturing Group have all arrived here, and everyone still uses different attire to distinguish their respective identities.

But because Mason has high requirements on his water body, he tried his best to give them full intelligence in the early stage. 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'll be called 'Mason Eleven Cooper' from today on!"

The No. 11 water body solemnly announced to the other Masons the major decision to change his name, and then he was greeted with applause. This guy is a relatively conservative member of the water body. For others, such a trivial matter as changing his name has long Tried it.

Mason, the engineering master with the most desire to explore, even began to fall in love with Fenrir, the main body of Mason, who had a million points of mental problems after being demonized.

Anyway, no matter how hard you try, it's just a platonic love, so although the subject of Mason knew about it, he didn't intend to take care of it.

I have lived a harmonious and beautiful life with Harley and Quinn, and even recently extended my evil hand to my female boss. In this kind of private life, the subject really doesn't have the confidence to reprimand his water bodies .

This is also the way Mason gets along with his extra-staff "brothers".

Everyone enjoys a relatively equal status and regards each other's cooperation as a team operation, and there is no mandatory order.

"Okay, everyone, if you're done discussing the recent trifles, listen to me now."

Mason, the main body wearing a gray windbreaker, walked into the lounge with the equipment catalog in his hand. The water avatars in front of him stopped talking, and they each put down their drinks.

Probably because it is composed of water itself, these guys are full of obsession with tasting liquids of different tastes.

Those with normal tastes prefer fruit juices and fine wines, those who are not so normal like to add various potions to the drinks to improve the "taste", and the most abnormal ones have already begun to discuss which one is more exciting, the armor lubricant or the industrial engine oil.

Considering that these avatars all inherited part of Mason's main character, the various eccentricities they exhibit theoretically belong to some hidden instincts in Mason's character.

So, is Mason Cooper a potential schizophrenic?

Well, this may explain why he and Harley get along so happily. This is not just love, but also the communication between patients!
That's right.

Mason tried hard not to pay attention to the abnormal personalities of the water bodies, and also tried hard to convince himself that there must be some hellish problems in the use of mutant powers.

He coughed, handed over the divided equipment catalogs to the heads of their respective fields, put his hands on the table and said to everyone:

"The next period of time will trouble everyone, especially the teams in the two fields of engineering and alchemy must work overtime and endure hardships. This is the situation. There are only 29 days left for the fourth impact. It is really not too much. There is a lot of time for everyone to rest."

"Don't be so hypocritical, Subject."

Batman Mason took a sip of the drink prepared by three parts of industrial motor oil, six parts of passion fruit and one part of refreshing agent, wiped his mouth and said:

"Everyone hasn't had a lot of rest under your command. If this is in other companies, a bastard boss like you should honestly choose a street lamp.

But everyone is not a normal employee, so you can work overtime or something, and we are not unreasonable people, we must help what should be done.

But there's a serious problem that's been bugging us for a long time. "

"Betterman is right!"

Forging master Mason slammed the disinfectant in the water on the table with a bang, and he said to Mason with a wild personality:

"Everyone in the Mason Manufacturing Group has worked hard and worked hard, but each of us has only one pair of hands. Adding more demands to such a heavy work pressure has exceeded our ability to work.

I'm not complaining either.

But if you want to fulfill various manufacturing orders on time, you have to give us more people, right? "

"You can't ask for a rookie."

The master alchemist Mason gracefully turned the cup of lubricating oil of the mech that had been drunk on the table, indicating that he had drunk too much today and could not refill it.

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

In the fluttering of spicy smoke, the Mason water avatar with the worst dark circles explained:
"Everyone has no time to train apprentices. According to the new tasks you have assigned and the deadline, the manpower must be doubled at least. In addition, the equipment in the laboratories and workshops also needs to be updated.

We have commissioned the Möbius Chair to make new tools for us in our workshop at Osborne Tower.

The manpower is in place, and everyone can start working at any time. "

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

Tailor Mason complained to the subject while skillfully knitting the sweater:

"The character of that chair is too bad. It always likes to express various opinions on things it doesn't understand. Did you mess up the intelligence of that chair?

It kept pestering me yesterday and insisted on discussing the four weaving methods of sweaters with me. It is really stupid. I can use 27 weaving methods to complete a sweater with my eyes closed.

Why don't you ask an engineer to help? "

"I can't do it yet. The technology of that thing is a bit high. I have to work harder."

Engineer Mason laughed a few times, glanced at the subject again, and patted his chest to ensure:
"But I'm about to break through!

I already had the feeling that I had accumulated enough experience by repeatedly making different models of Fenrir armor, and I had completed the improvement of the BFG9000 gun."

"nonsense!"

The first aid master Mason, who had been drinking silently beside him, immediately revealed:
"Yesterday, I saw you holding a 'Law of Karma' exercise book and crying there, hiding and crying, crying so badly, can't you learn it?
Everyone is one, why are you so stupid? "

"Shut up!"

Engineer Mason blushed immediately.

While talking about the law of karma beyond the outline, he also said sour words such as that he had worked hard, filling the whole lounge with a happy atmosphere for a while.

The subject Mason also laughed.

But in the next moment, everyone else stopped laughing and looked at him coldly. The meaning of those eyes is that we can just laugh. What right do you lazy bastard have to laugh?

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

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

Mason sighed, and really couldn't ask for more from the hard-working water bodies. If he really opened a factory in reality, having so many good employees would be a good thing that he couldn't get even if he smoked from his ancestral grave. .

Besides, the avatars have a bad attitude, and every improvement in their skills will be fed back to the main body. Mason is equivalent to getting himself twelve fully automatic running hangers, and rushing towards the sky with the rocket.

With this kind of treatment, it's not a big problem to be bullied.

Under the gaze of all the clones, Mason clapped his hands, and the pure water in the bucket placed in the lounge was immediately mobilized, and amidst the exclamation of the clones, he turned into Masons wearing blue-collar uniforms one after another.

As the water flowed, the number of people increased, and finally stopped at 36, which is not an exaggeration.

These "secondary factory" Masons are not as smart as the first generation of water bodies. They maintain a poker-faced posture but are ready to start work at any time, and they are assigned to the twelve points according to their respective areas of expertise.

In this way, each of the twelve domains has three subordinate avatars available for deployment, and the originally stretched manpower suddenly became more abundant.

"What's the matter with these guys?"

The most elegant and indifferent temperament, the jeweler Mason, who is full of jewels, looked at the three assistants beside him with a critical look. He pushed the monocle and said dissatisfiedly:
"What we need are assistants, subjects, what we need are not slaves, if they don't have intelligence, then why don't I find a Möbius chair to assign robots to me?

wisdom!

Subject, you have to understand that wisdom is the foundation of our foothold in this dark age. "

"They're intelligent."

The main body of Mason rubbed his eyebrows and explained:
"This is the limit of my avatars that I can control well under the current level of water body control, and I endow them with the wisdom carved out of the same mold as us.

But I canceled their overly rich feelings and characters.

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

Well, the entertainment time is over, everyone, it's time to work in the factory. "

"Hey, the good time of screwing has begun, little ones, hurry up! Today's work target is the production and assembly of nine Fenrir armors!
Don't rest if you can't finish!
Start working now! "

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

The other water bodies also bid farewell.

Although these guys are saying strange things that are exhausting and unbearable, in fact, they have all inherited the habit of "hard work and hard work" of the main body, Mason, and their enthusiasm for work has even reached a pathological level.

If you really give them a day off, they will complain that they have nothing to do.

No matter how realistic they are, they are water bodies, and they will not cause back pain due to overwork. The only risk is that they may die suddenly after long-term labor.

Therefore, Mason modified the schedule of the production team, forcing these guys to rest at least one hour a day by returning to the water body, and there was a lot of complaints about this.

But not all the water bodies returned to the pocket factory. Alchemist Mason, the inscriber, and the jeweler stayed behind. The former was to report to work, and the latter two were to undertake special tasks.

"About the reverse push of the Golden Sentinel Serum"

The alchemy master with a fairy face took off his wizard hat and threw it aside, scratched the hair that was obviously thinner than other water bodies, rubbed the eye sockets with severe dark circles, and said to the main subject Mason with a frustrated attitude :
"The progress is already far behind.

According to the original plan, brothers Elric and I should at least show you one incomplete blueprint during this period of time, but we haven't even completed the first stage of cognition of ingredients.

This sentinel serum is not a special formula that can be reversed by common sense, the main body, this is the final conclusion that the two brothers and I came to after wasting nearly 70 weak magic stones.

Reverse Restore has come to a complete standstill.

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

So after discussing with both of them, we decided to reverse engineer the Golden Sentinel Serum using a new and more radical approach. "

He exhaled acrid smoke, and said to the frowning subject Mason:

"You have to go to the world of S.H.I.E.L.D., and borrow the cauldron of the Mother of All Things from the Holy of Holies there!"

"?"

Mason immediately widened his eyes, and he exclaimed:

"What are you going to do? Are you going to throw the sentinel's body into the alchemy furnace to make some kind of hellish nine-turn golden elixir? The kind that can ascend to immortality if you eat it?"

"It's not out of the question, if necessary."

The master alchemist snorted, and said to the subject in a contemptuous tone:

"But please put away your overly flexible imagination. Even if it succeeds, the pills produced will only take effect once, which does not meet our requirements for mass production of serums.

We are going to use the mother of all things cauldron to destroy the flesh and blood tissue of the sentinel, and finally extract the effective power components of his body. The whole process is similar to alchemy, but it is not the same.

The final power concentrate will be handed over to you, and then use the completely unscientific and magic component identification of the character card to forcibly crack the formula of the golden sentinel serum.

This is theoretically an opportunistic approach.

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, the formula is incomplete.

Of course, such an adventure would completely destroy the Sentinel's remains, and would be an irreversible one-time operation, so I'd have to ask for your opinion in advance. "

"You are the expert, alchemist."

The subject shook his head and said:
"Since this matter was assigned to you at the beginning, you are now completely responsible for it. I will not participate. I agree with your plan. I will contact Agent Brand to send the Mother of Everything as quickly as possible."

"Well, remember to tell the Holy Spirit in advance that this kind of operation may blow up the alchemist's artifact, so let them prepare in advance that they will not be able to recover the treasure."

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

"Also, take time to manage Engineer Mason. I saw him doing some indescribable things to your Fenrir armor last night. The most terrifying thing is that the female Ultron is still cooperating with him excitedly.

What a ghost, I wish I could take my eyeballs off.

That guy is indeed the most perverted of all clones, but considering that everyone's template comes from you. Hey, I dare not think about it at all. "

"hehe"

The subject, Mason, waved his hands blankly, and said in a tone of despair:
"Let him go, I wish them happiness, I wish you all happiness."

After dismissing Mason, the master alchemist who looked very upright but was actually very gossip, the subject took a sip of water to calm down, and then looked at the inscriber and jeweler.

He took out a large pile of various materials from his luggage, and said to the two:
"The production of the Twelve Talismans has to be put into the process. This matter will trouble you two to practice in the past two days. I will help you contact Hei Qiqi when everything is ready.

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

"Does this work?"

Jeweler Mason pushed the monocle, and he whispered:
"Hei Qiqi doesn't seem to be easy to talk to, and this kind of operation will weaken his power. Will he agree?"

"Oh, this is why you, a single dog, don't understand."

The inscriber next to him, Mason, snorted, reached out and put his arms around his companion's shoulders, and said with a grin:

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

Believe it or not, in order to get back his Christine, he could give up all the mighty power he possessed without any hesitation.

Now that we are helping him deal with the excess power, not only will we not irritate him, but we are helping him. Let the subject go and talk about it, and this will definitely work!

Hey, just look, licking dogs are like this. "

(End of this chapter)