Chapter 227 25 People in Night City Said Gotham Was Too Chaotic, and Everyone Laughed.

Chapter 227 25. The people in Night City said that Gotham was too chaotic, which made the family laugh.

In a windowless room in the Osborne Tower, Dr. Arnim Zola, who had just been extracted from the separation chip by Mason with the help of Judy, was put into a physically isolated data sandbox. This can be a bit "lethargic".

This sounds incredible.

After all, he was forced to transform his life form into a "data creature" because he suffered from cancer a long time ago, but unfortunately the technological level at that time was not enough to complete the complete digitalization.

This regret lasted until he became a member of the conquerors of the "upper organization" and truly completed the "data ascension" with the help of more advanced technology.

This was Dr. Zola's pride.

But at present, his "data ascension" obviously still has serious flaws, otherwise it would not be possible to be so easily restrained by a subroutine of data life in 2077.

I don't know what means those bastard traitors used to make a data conscious body like him not only feel "weak", but even have an indescribable "sense of crisis".

It was as if the long-lost senses were forcibly returned, allowing him to experience the feeling of "fear" again.

He tried to crack the data sandbox, but unfortunately the continuously self-encrypted data framework did not give him the possibility to break in from the inside.

"There is no need to try. This data sandbox is part of the former 'Black Wall', which was a super giant firewall used to protect civilization. It gathered the top wisdom of the world.

It is impossible to break it and slip away in your current form, unless you can complete self-upgrade within 3 hours, at least three times.

So, I would ask you, how are you thinking about it? "

Mason's voice sounded outside the "data sandbox", which made Dr. Zola's heart move.

Then his data sensed a video signal, and he quickly integrated into it and then projected his "data avatar" on a display that was also isolated.

A large amount of green data flow is beating to create a round face, with a coquettish little round mirror, and even the bald hairstyle is simulated as perfect as possible.

And through the camera, he saw the young man in front of him placing the tray in front of him.

On top is a burger, a piece of beef and a glass of wine.

"Eat something, I forgot. You can't eat in your current state."

Mason pulled up a chair and sat across from him. He probably made a bad joke, then picked up a knife and fork, cut the beef and put a piece of it to his mouth.

He tasted the food prepared by the chef at Osborne Tower and expressed regret for the cooking skills, but he did not choose it.

While Mason was seizing the time to fill his stomach, he said to Dr. Zola, who was silent on the screen in front of him:

"You will be sent to the rightful owner soon, and we probably won't see each other again for a long time. So if you have anything to say to me, hurry up, Dr. Zola."

"I dare to say it, do you dare to believe it?"

Arnim Zola, a bastard in every sense of the word, always exudes an annoying villain aura. He "stared" at Mason's beef and said nitpickingly:

"You over-fried the meat and used the wrong olive oil. You should have squeezed a little fresh lemon on it when it was taken out of the pan, but the barbecue sauce is quite good."

"Hey, expert."

Mason grinned, cut the beef with a knife and fork and said:

"It's a pity that I didn't make it myself. Alas, if you can still eat, I will add a potion in it that can make you tell the truth. Unfortunately, this method is not available now.

But it doesn't matter.

You may not feel it, but a special line of code has been added to your data body, which will prevent you from making a 'reject' option to the questions I asked. "

"You mean Veritaserum? You used this method on a data body?"

Dr. Zola didn't care.

He laughed in an electronic voice without any emotion, and sarcastically said:

"I don't believe in this damn thing at all. After completing the digitization, I no longer have any weaknesses that can be exploited. My digitization was completed by a genius who gave birth to a gem of wisdom in his mind.

Although I am not a top-level data person, I am not easily fooled by you. You young but cunning idiot is as good as an old immortal bastard.

Depend on! "

Dr. Zola cursed under his breath.

Apparently he accidentally expressed his "real thoughts".

"You see, the 'Cyber ​​Veritaserum' I asked my friends to write is indeed very effective."

Mason was delighted.

While continuing to cut the steak, he said:

"Don't worry, this line of code is harmless to your data structure, and it will only take effect for half an hour before it will self-destruct under the counterattack of your firewall. You can't say many dangerous things.

So the first question is, is your world destroyed? "

"It was destroyed more than three years ago, during the second impact."

The cunning conqueror, who had realized that he had no escape, made no secret of the matter, saying:

"We are very powerful there. It is said to be a Transcendent A Grade world, but we were unlucky. During the second impact, we actually faced each other head-on.

Well, I can't say this, it's encrypted information.

In short, we were unlucky enough to collide with their base camp. We tried very hard to resist, and SHIELD and Hydra both put aside their differences and joined forces.

But in just one week, we were crushed by a force that was several times larger than ours. I know what you want to ask, Mason.

We tried everything.

The Infinity Gauntlet, the Cosmic Cube, and even risked summoning the Living Tribunal, but it didn't work. "

Dr. Zora projected many experimental images stored on the screen, including the scene where Captain America held the Infinity Gauntlet and tried to "push open" another world with the help of a group of people.

Mason even saw the terrifying scene of the five Infinity Stones shattering on the spot due to the huge pressure.

Dr. Zora said faintly, like a voice-over:

"There are cosmic laws in effect deep in this matter, and these powerful objects are weakened when facing it. And after they realized that they couldn't defeat us quickly, the bastards summoned Galactus.

A weird Galactus.

The monster with the purple helmet was completely unreasonable. The moment it appeared, it swallowed up our world and killed more than half of the counter-attackers.

The rest were all recruited.

I guess if you continue on this path, you will soon meet my former companions. I am not trying to scare you. But I am indeed the weakest among the Conquerors. "

"I guessed it."

Mason recorded all the images projected by Dr. Zola. He did not seem to be scared at all. He took the hamburger and took a big bite. Then he took the red wine next to him and shook it, and asked:

"Is the zombie Superman Bizarro that you use as a 'body' the 'toy' they gave you?"

"No, it's not."

When mentioning this, Dr. Zola immediately proudly created a "smiley face" on the screen, and his electronic voice was several degrees higher, saying:

"That's my 'trophy'! The unlucky guy captured by me and the Red Skull when they sent the Conquerors to attack our world.

In order to fight them, Red Skull and I transferred my consciousness into the mind of that brainless idiot Superman.

We built a tireless war machine with our own hands.

His body combined with my wisdom allowed me to destroy the vanguard of ten Cleaner Corps in one day, but that was not a disaster that could be stopped by pure strength.

My failure was not due to my lack of wisdom, but just luck was not on my side. ”

“Then you must know how to make blue kryptonite?”

Mason took a sip of red wine and said slowly:

“Share it, so that before I send you over as a prisoner, I can consider replacing you with a customized automatic robot as your body, so that you won’t have the pain of ‘jail’.

You don’t have soul curses, so no matter how many you have, it won’t trigger backlash, just make your prison life more comfortable.

Why not? ”

“I do know how to make blue kryptonite! They used that thing to make that idiot Superman smarter. I analyzed it and reversed its spectrum so that it can make Bizarro weak. "

Dr. Zora did not hesitate too much. He projected his bald face on the screen and bargained:

"I can give you the method of making it, and even the method of converting disposable kryptonite, but I have one condition! Let me meet the data life that defeated me again!

That Otto!

Otto Cunningham, I want to see her again.

Not just a subroutine, I want to enter her data field and interview her! She can make my dataization enter the next stage, and I will become perfect because of it. "

Mason did not agree to this request immediately.

He glanced at the undisguised desire on Dr. Zora's face composed of the data stream on the screen in front of him, took out a small communicator and said to the other side:

"Judy, did you hear his request? Ask your super AI for me"

"No, she is not AI, she is a perfect data life, a holy existence like the goddess of data, you ignorant fool. "

Before Judy could say anything, Dr. Zora became excited. He cursed Mason for his inaccurate words and shouted:

"Don't use low-level existence like AI to humiliate the goddess I saw!"

"Uh"

Mason looked at Dr. Zora in front of him with a strange look in his eyes. He said to Judy who was holding back her laughter on the other side of the communicator in a strange tone:

"By the way, tell Ms. Ultra that she has a new data licker."

"This kind of thing has happened before, Mason, don't worry, this is not unimaginable for those of us in the cyber age. Ultra's charm for imperfect data life is indeed amazing."

Judy laughed and responded:

"The connection application has been uploaded, Ultra agreed, and she will open a special thread for Ms. Zora in the core database of Osborne Tower in an hour. ”

“Shua”

The moment he got permission, a large document popped up on the screen in front of Mason. They were all research papers on blue kryptonite and disposable kryptonite, with specific production methods and video processes attached.

Mason spent a few minutes reading all of these things. The sixth sense from his Isu bloodline made him extremely receptive to new knowledge.

These complex and tedious knowledge were quickly memorized in Mason's mind as if they were swallowed up, and he was just waiting for a suitable time to complete the practice.

"Then a personal question that I'm curious about, how many Arnim Zora do you have there?"

"That's a lot."

This question made Dr. Zola frown, and he said with a disgusted tone:

"There are three in the Liquidator Legion alone. The other two are in charge of communication security between legions in different worlds. The others are working hard in laboratories in various worlds studying sequences. Finally, there is one who has not been attacked by cancer. The lucky guy in the 'Fox's Nest' is hosting some trials.

Although I hate to admit it, that lucky guy is indeed the smartest and most mysterious of all Arnim Zora. The last time I fought with Zora No. 3, I heard him boast that Zora No. 0 was fighting for No. 0 Tony Stark serves. "

"There are so many Dr. Zola, why are you alone assigned to the frontline combat troops as cannon fodder?"

Mason asked maliciously:

"Are you not smart enough to participate in research decisions?"

"I'm definitely smarter than you!"

Dr. Arnim Zola made a very human expression of disdain on the screen, and said in a long voice:

"So I know what you want to do, don't try it, Mason, I may be able to rebel, but it will never be through your despicable sowing discord.

Let me tell you the truth.

In fact, I can't stand some of the behaviors of the Cleaners. Although I am a Hydra, what I hope for is not chaos and darkness. What we worship is an order under power.

But for now, if you traitors are also a choice, then I would rather die headlong and self-decompose the deep data than put the treasure on you.

Those bastards at least know what they want and what they are doing, but you... you haven't even finished the starting stage yet. "

"You may not believe it, but I really have no intention of convincing you to join us."

Mason raised the red wine to his mouth and said seriously:

"After all, even I am not sure where I am now. You may not know it yet, but the order given to me by my immediate superior is to kill you.

He told me there would be no survivors.

But you are still alive now, you know what I mean? "

"Are you expecting me to say thank you?"

The captured data conqueror sneered and said:

"I feel like I have control over my thoughts. The code you set up is broken, and now you can't make me say what I really think, Mason.

And it’s you who’s always asking the questions, which makes me uncomfortable.

So let me ask another question. "

He stared at Mason and said:

"How much do you know about the 'Shock' incident? Don't hide it, tell me. If you don't give enough details, I can help you fill in the details.

There is no need to worry about this, even the most stubborn and cold-blooded guys in our organization are doing their best to find ways to fight it.

We can even cooperate from this perspective, provided you show your value. "

"interesting."

Mason cut a piece of beef and put it in his mouth.

He thought for a while and told all the information he knew. Dr. Zola shook his head repeatedly. He was very disappointed and said:

"They are all scraps of little value, but considering that you have only joined the Stars Club for more than a month, it is indeed very good to know so much at this stage."

"What about your supplement?"

Mason asked, and Dr. Zola laughed evilly and said:

"I am the villain, young man. Do you think I will tell you what you want to know so easily? Stop daydreaming! This conversation is over. I will save my computing power to deal with the superheroes in your world.

I'll find a way to instigate them, hoohoo, I'll be rewarded for it. "

"up to you."

Mason put his hand on the switch of the monitor and said:

"You're going to see the goddess soon. You'd better clean up yourself. You look like a perverted uncle with your bald head. Be careful to scare Ms. Ott."

After saying that, he turned off the switch and shut Dr. Zola back into the closed sandbox. Then, Judy's voice sounded in the communicator, saying:

"Don't worry, Mason, he will dig up all the data the moment he sees Ultra, and all the information you want to know will be obtained."

"I'm not worried about that."

Mason shook his head and said:

"I want to borrow the high-energy laser equipment in your laboratory, Judy. I have to make a blue kryptonite now, otherwise the unlucky guy I captured will die.

Unfortunately, you may have just become familiar with Gotham and are about to be forced to leave it. "

"Nothing to regret."

Judy snorted and said:

“It was fun in the first few days, but then it took a turn for the worse, especially after my car was stolen two days in a row. I finally remembered how bad it felt to live in Night City.

Gotham does look a lot like Night City.

The problem is it’s too similar, you know what I mean?

There are too many cyberpsychopaths there, so V should be given time to visit Gotham.

He will definitely have a lot in common with Batman's 'veteran cyber psychosis'. In fact, Osborne Tower is not bad, it is quiet and not disturbed by so many people.

I plan to build a long-term laboratory here. Do you want to invest?

I can give you some rights to use it. "