Chapter 58 10 We Launched a New Stealth Mode and Fixed the Bug that Caused the Zombie Serum to Be Developed Too Slowly

Chapter 58 10. We have launched a new stealth mode and fixed the bug that caused the zombie serum development to be too slow.

Wayne Group is definitely a giant company in Gotham. Citizens of this city and even 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 in heavy industry and shipping, in the generation of Bruce Wayne's father Thomas Wayne, the company had 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 in.

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 Phone. He put the phone on On the drone, let it take its own customary spin around the block in the early evening and then back 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 control dens of different forces hidden there, and this 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 came to 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 at one of the exits.

"I know you 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 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~"

A glimmer of impatience appeared in Miss Mag'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've gained weight again, and you seem to have grown 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 shriveled and sinister 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 go into 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 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, walked into a dirty and almost abandoned phone booth on the street, 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 path of the island's renovated sewer system, Batboy was very busy tonight.

He wouldn'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 guards changed shifts before he followed the patrolling security guards into the building wearing his invisibility cloak. He easily blended into the building like an invisible man, and then walked down the stairs to the medical laboratory in the basement.

When a bald researcher in a white coat opened the door with his ID card while holding a cup of coffee, Mason followed him in.

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

There are at least two hundred people working here. Mason can also see biological experiments being carried out in several tightly sealed experimental spaces as he walks around.

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

Mason saw a dog being accurately shot in the head after being transformed into a zombie, and then burned by the flames sprayed from four high-temperature flame nozzles. Finally, all traces were cleaned up by a special cleaning device.

"The test of drug No. 47 failed!"

A black man in protective clothing shook his head, and under Mason's silent gaze, he said to the assistant beside him:

"The test 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, beautiful assistant with long legs looked at the experimental records and answered concisely and accurately:

"The compound marked as No. 24, which was developed with the participation of Star Laboratory. It can keep the test sample awake for 8-10 minutes under the attack of the zombie virus, but the subsequent research on it has never made a breakthrough.

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

At this point, the very professional female assistant hesitated for a moment, and whispered to the person in charge of this experiment, who is also the director of Wayne Industrial Research Department. Mr. Lucius Fox, the head of the Blackgate Prison and chairman of the Wayne Group, said:

"Excuse me, Mr. Lucius. It is impossible for us to complete the deconstruction of unknown viruses and the production of targeted drugs in less than half a month.

It is simply an impolite request that violates scientific norms."

"I know, but we must complete it!"

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 it, if those living corpses spread in Gotham City and even the whole country and the world, the impact and impact will be caused.

We must complete it before the real disaster breaks out!

Continue the experiment!"

The female assistant stopped talking.

She nodded, and soon several experimenters brought compound 48, and a bleating goat was also sent to the laboratory.

As for Mason, he has now come to the research and development room marked as 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 is the "Batman Tranquilizer" that he used alchemy to analyze the formula and made in Dr. Leslie's clinic.

He was stabbed by this thing once and knew very well how powerful it was.

It was like a dragonfly touching the water.

Mason stabbed the necks of the three busy researchers three times in a row. In less than two seconds, the three researchers who were already very tired fell in front of the computer and fell into a beautiful sleep like a baby.

The young man took out the No. 24 compound from the refrigerator and took it in his hand to check.

Unfinished Zombie Virus Prevention Serum

Effect: Made through the advanced biotechnology of Star Laboratory, it makes the injector immune to the transformation of the zombie virus on the living body in a short period of time.

Producer: Barry Allen, Star Lab Biotechnology Department, Wayne Industrial Biomedical Laboratory

Item Description: Mr. Barry Allen is really just one step away from cracking the secret of the original zombie virus. Perhaps he needs a little help from supernatural forces?

"Barry?"

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

This world really has the Flash! But he seems to be very low-key. At least Mason has not seen any news about the Flash in the recent newspapers.

"Help from supernatural forces?"

The young man savored the hint implied in the item description of the serum. After hesitating for a while, he took out an alchemy stone that was just made this afternoon.

"The fusion of alchemy and modern biotechnology will not cause serum contamination, right?"

With this thought 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 an extracted alchemy potion.

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

After ten agonizing 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: With the combined effect of advanced biotechnology and ancient alchemy, this serum has undergone a miraculous change without adding any materials.

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

Produced by: Barry Allen, Mason Cooper

Item Description: This is still not a perfect antidote for zombies! But don't be discouraged. It's great for a junior alchemist to achieve this step. Come and reward yourself.

"This little thing can also work on the products of biotechnology. It is worthy of being the core creation of alchemy."

Mason took the gray alchemy stone out of the test tube, and then took the reagent into the space where the biological experiment was being carried out.

At this time, compound No. 48 was proved to be a failure, which also hit Mr. Lucius.

He and his assistant were resting outside the laboratory and discussing the follow-up plan, while a gray dog ​​had been replaced in the laboratory and was tied to the laboratory table waiting for his fate.

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

"Why is it activated?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

It is very stable.

At least it is stable now."

The female assistant looked at the complicated data on the medical instrument in shock. She couldn't help but push her frameless glasses and shouted to a group of scientists who were also wide-eyed:

"Everyone. We may have succeeded?"

But no one cheered, everyone looked at each other with wide eyes.

They couldn't understand why there was a breakthrough suddenly.

Mr. Lucius carefully took out the remaining injection serum from the syringe. He looked at the label marked with 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 sent someone to wake up the three researchers who were sleeping soundly in the laboratory.

An hour later, the analysis results came out.

"The composition of drug No. 24 has not changed at all, Mr. Lucius."

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

"But its internal composition has changed greatly. The content of some ingredients has been reduced while the role of other ingredients has increased. Although it is made of the same raw materials, drug No. 24 has become a completely different thing.

The three researchers could not give any reason.

They did not touch the compound, and the monitoring also proved this, but the surveillance camera was temporarily offline for ten minutes in the middle.

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

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

"What about the sample test? Is the antibody that is effective against the zombie virus permanent?"

"Unfortunately, it is not."

The female assistant took out another analysis report and handed it to the person in charge in front of her, saying:

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

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

"Enough!"

Lucius' bloodshot eyes flashed with a trace of relief, and he concluded:

"That is to say, although we don't know the principle of the new compound, we have confirmed that it is effective and obtained the specific composition ratio.

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

"In theory, Mr. Lucius."

The blond assistant hesitated and whispered:

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

"Start now!"

Lucius made the decision:

"Before dawn, I must submit a complete report to the board of directors and Mr. Bruce Wayne, and we still have 6 hours.

Let the boys and girls work harder!"

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

At this time, Mason, who was standing quietly behind Mr. Lucius, was expressing his gratitude in his heart while looking at the data in the experimental reports that were incomprehensible.

After the female assistant turned and left the office, the young man raised his hand and added a Batman tranquilizer to the coffee beside Mr. Lucius.

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

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

Next, it’s time to visit Batman’s equipment research and development library. After all, if you only work and don’t play, the smart Mason will become stupid.

I just did a good thing.

There are enough reasons to reward myself.