Trajectory of Dawn in the World of American Comics

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

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

Although it started with heavy industry and shipping, in the generation of Bruce Wayne's father, Thomas Wayne, this company has already completed a large-scale industrial expansion. Now Bruce has medical laboratories all over the world. More than a dozen 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 is promoting is in the headquarters of the Wayne Group, which is the Wayne Building that everyone in the city knows.

This gave Mason the convenience to sneak in.

In the evening, the young man cooked himself a meal in the hut and brushed up his proficiency in the culinary branch. After eating and drinking, he first set the "patrol route" of the bat phone for today. He put the phone on the On the drone, let it circle the block at its own pace 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 out to sneak in.

Tonight, the zombie activity location he selected is Naihe Island.

It was in that super-giant slum that was almost completely separated from the main city of Gotham and had a complicated situation.

The underground sewer system marked in the Kiteman's map has been completely remodeled in the area with complex terrain. According to his career in the Clown Gang, he knows that there are at least four du production dens of different forces hidden there, and it is also the choice of most fugitives. hiding place.

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

The most wonderful thing is that this black industry chain that shelters criminals is still controlled by the Falcone family, the largest mafia family in Gotham.

Don't you think it's a coincidence?

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

But he didn't enter the transformed sewer, but released Miss McGonagall through one of the exits.

"I know you can understand."

Mason took the inferior thick leather gloves he made with his tailoring skills, and carefully took the lazy zombie tiger cat out of the cage.

Looking at the kitten that had popped out its sharp black claws in his hand, Mason stroked the cat cautiously and said to it:

"Don't leave the sewers! Don't hurt anyone on the ground! Or I'll throw you in a suitcase and change your teeth to work. Don't act like you're just a kitten and you don't understand!

I know you're smart enough to understand exactly what I mean. "

"Meow~"

A glint of impatience appeared in Miss McGonagall's scarlet eyes, which proved that it had indeed regained its wisdom under the influence of the resurrection stone fragments, but it was uncertain how far it could recover.

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

Or maybe it was able to live in cat form forever.

"You have gained weight again, it seems that you have grown a lot."

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

"Eat less unclean things, isn't veal more delicious than criminal meat? Go, I'll wait for you here, and 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, sinister meow seemed to represent the tiger cat's response.

It first stretched its ocelot-like body, which was twice larger than ordinary cats, and then disappeared into the darkness of the sewer with graceful steps.

Mason holds a taser gun with a fishing net in his hand, and he is ready to go into the sewer to recover it if the cat behaves badly.

But ten minutes later, Miss McGonagall's figure appeared at the entrance of the sewer as promised. The scarlet cat's paw prints and the blood stains at the corners of its mouth meant that tonight's "snack hunting" was equally smooth.

Mason took off the countdown pocket watch that was vibrating around the cat's neck, and reached out to stroke the cat's furry head very satisfied.

Put his favorite branch school hat into a birdcage to make a nest, and took the lazy cat that became lazy after satisfying his hunger into his arms.

He stood up, walked into a dirty phone booth that was about to be abandoned, dialed the emergency number of the Gotham Police Department, and screamed over there:

"Oh my god! There are scary monsters running around in the sewers! Right on Naihe Island, they are eating people! It's so scary! Please Batman come and save us!"

"Snapped"

Before the police officer over there could inquire about the specific situation, the phone hung up.

Mason walked out of the phone booth and headed back to the light rail station. With the complicated path of the transformed sewer system on Naihe Island, Bat Boy will be busy tonight.

He won't have time for other things.

And the light rail around the city built by Thomas Wayne when he was alive ends at the Wayne Group building, which makes Mason not even need to change transportation.

He waited patiently until the building's security guards changed shifts, and then he wore an invisibility cloak and followed the patrolling security guards into the building. He easily blended into the building like an invisible man, and took the stairs down to the underground medical laboratory.

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

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

There are at least 200 people working here, and Mason can see several tightly sealed experimental spaces where biological experiments are going on.

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

Mason saw a dog that was zombified and was first headshot with precision, then burned by flames from four high-temperature flame nozzles, and finally all traces were cleaned by a special cleaning device.

"Drug test 47 failed!"

A black man in a protective suit shook his head. Under Mason's silent gaze, he said to the assistant beside him:

"The trial of drug No. 48 will start in three minutes. How many targeted drugs have been recorded as effective?"

"Only one, Mr. Lucius."

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

"The compound marked No. 24, which was developed by the Star Laboratory. It can keep the test sample awake for 8-10 minutes under the attack of the zombie virus, but the follow-up research on it has never been able to make a breakthrough.

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

Having said that, the very professional female assistant hesitated for a moment, and whispered to Mr. Lucius Fox, the person in charge of this experiment, who is also the head of the Wayne Industrial Research Department, and the chairman of the Wayne Group board of directors:

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

What a disrespectful request that violates scientific norms. "

"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 of the incident at Blackgate Prison. Think about it, if those living corpses spread in Gotham City and even the whole country, the impact and impact it would have on the whole world.

We must finish it before the 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 already come to the research and development room marked No. 24. Three researchers are busy in front of the computer, and the No. 24 drug with the label 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 deciphered the formula with alchemy and made in Dr. Leslie's clinic.

He had been stabbed by this thing once and knew exactly how powerful it was.

Just like a superficial touch.

Mason pierced the necks of the three busy researchers three times, and within two seconds the three already tired researchers lay down in front of the computer and fell into a baby-like sleep.

The young man took compound No. 24 out of the refrigerator and held it in his hand to examine it.

Unfinished Zombie Virus Prevention Serum

Effect: Produced by the advanced biotechnology of the Star Laboratory, the injector 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 Industries 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 some help from supernatural power?

"Barry?"

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

There really is a Flash in this world! But he seemed to be very low-key, at least Mason didn't see any news related to The Flash in the recent newspapers.

"Supernatural help?"

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

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

With this in mind, Mason put the irregular gray 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 alchemy potion.

Its inner active ingredients are being rapidly extracted by 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.

Its protection against zombie virus infection has been greatly extended.

Producers: Barry Allen, Mason Cooper

Item description: This is still not a perfect antidote for zombies! But don't be discouraged, it's pretty good for a junior alchemist to do this, come and reward yourself.

"This little thing can also take effect on the products of biotechnology. It really deserves to be the core creation of alchemy."

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

Compound 48 proved to be a failure, leaving Mr. Lucius devastated.

He and his assistant are resting outside the laboratory and discussing the follow-up plan, while a gray dog ​​has been replaced in the laboratory and is being tied to the experimental table waiting for his fate.

Wearing an invisibility cloak, Mason glanced outside, poured the reagent in his hand into the precision injection instrument, and pressed the test switch.

"Why was 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 already been injected into the puppy.

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

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

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

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

It is 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 pushing the rimless glasses, and shouted to a group of scientists who were also wide-eyed:

"Everyone. We may have succeeded?"

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

They had no idea why the breakthrough had suddenly occurred.

And Mr. Lucius carefully took out the remaining injection serum from the syringe. He looked at the label marked No. 24 in his hand and fell into thought, but he immediately asked the scientists to start analyzing the components of the serum. Someone woke 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 in any way, Mr. Lucius."

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

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

The three researchers also couldn't give any reason.

They didn't touch the compound, and the surveillance proved this, but the surveillance camera was temporarily offline for ten minutes in the middle.

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

Mr. Lucius, who took off his protective clothing, fell silent. 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:

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

Calculated according to the current rate of consumption, its validity period is 55-65 days. "

"enough!"

A gleam of relief flashed in Lucius' bloodshot eyes, and he concluded:

"That is to say, although we don't know the mechanism by which the new compound works, we have confirmed that it is effective and have obtained a specific ratio of ingredients.

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

"In theory, Mr. Lucius."

The blond assistant hesitated for a moment, then whispered:

"But it hasn't been tested on humans after all, so."

"Start now!"

Lucius made the decision and said:

"I have to give a full report to the board and Mr Bruce Wayne before dawn, we have six hours.

Let the boys and girls work harder! "

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

At this time, Mason, who was quietly standing behind Mr. Lucius, was expressing his feelings in his heart, while looking at the data of the unexplained experimental reports.

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

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

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

Next, it's time to go sightseeing in the equipment research and development library of Master Batman. After all, he only works and does not play, and the smart Mason has become stupid.

Just did something good myself.

That's enough reason to reward yourself.