Volume 7: Da Mu Da Mu Chapter 64 Roll up your sleeves and work hard, everyone in the Mason production team! New orders are on the way
Mason, who returned from Star Castle, immediately got down to work.
The equipment catalog previously compiled and submitted by Team K and non-staff members has been revised, so before starting to work hard, the "Mason Manufacturing Group" must revise its daily work routine.
In the large lounge on the top floor of Osborne Tower, the twelve water clones of the Mason Manufacturing Group have all arrived, and everyone is still using different attire to distinguish their identities.
But because Mason had very high requirements for his water clones, he tried his best to give them full intelligence in the early stages. As a result, as Mason's water control ability became more and more advanced, the intelligence level of the water clones also improved by leaps and bounds.
"Ha, from now on I'm going to be called 'Mason Eleven Cooper'!"
Water clone No. 11 solemnly announced his important decision to change his name to other Masons, and was then greeted with applause from the whole room. This guy is a relatively conservative member among the water clones. For others, such a small thing as changing their names has already been tried.
Mason, the most inquisitive engineering master, even began to fall in love with the Fenrir armor, which had some mental problems after being demonized.
Anyway, no matter how hard he tried, it was just a platonic love, so even though Mason knew about it, he didn't intend to care.
He was living a happy life with Harley and Quinn, and he even recently extended his evil hands to his female boss. For such private matters, the main body really didn't have the confidence to reprimand his water clones.
This is also how Mason gets along with his non-staff "brothers".
Everyone enjoys a relatively equal status and regards cooperation with each other as a team-based operation, and there is no forced command.
"Okay, everyone, if you've finished discussing recent trivial matters, now listen to me."
The main Mason, wearing a gray windbreaker, walked into the lounge holding an equipment catalog. The water clones in front of him stopped talking and put down their drinks.
Perhaps because they are made of water, these guys are obsessed with tasting liquids of different flavors.
Those with normal tastes prefer juice and fine wine, those with less normal tastes like to add various to improve the "taste", and the most abnormal ones have already started discussing which one is more stimulating to the mouth, armor lubricant or industrial engine oil.
Considering that these water clones have inherited part of Mason's main personality, the various quirks they exhibit are theoretically some hidden instincts in Mason's personality.
So, is Mason Cooper a potential schizophrenic?
Well, this might explain why he and Harley get along so well. It's not just about love, but also about the communication of their medical conditions between fellow patients!
I see.
Mason tried hard not to pay attention to the abnormal personalities of the water clones, and also tried to convince himself that there must be some weird problems in the use of mutant powers.
He coughed, handed the equipment catalog in his hand to the person in charge of each area, and said to everyone with his hands on the table:
"I'm going to trouble you all for the next period of time, especially the engineering and alchemy teams. You have to work overtime and endure hardships. This is the situation. With only 29 days left before the Fourth Impact, there really isn't much time left for you to rest."
"Don't be so hypocritical, Subject."
Batman Mason took a sip of the drink made of three parts industrial oil, six parts passion fruit and one part stimulant, wiped his mouth and said:
"No one has had much rest under you. If this happened in other companies, a jerk boss like you would have to choose a street lamp yourself.
But we are not normal employees, so overtime is acceptable. We are not unreasonable people and we will definitely help those who need help.
But we have a serious problem that has been bothering us for a long time.”
"Batman is right!"
The forging master Mason slammed the disinfectant in the water onto the table. He said to Mason with a wild personality:
"Everyone in the Mason Manufacturing Group has worked hard, but we each only have one pair of hands. Adding more demands to the heavy workload is beyond our ability to work.
I'm not complaining either.
But if you want to complete various manufacturing orders on time, you have to give us more manpower, right? "
"We can't have a rookie."
Master Alchemist Mason gracefully turned the empty cup of mecha lubricant upside down on the table, indicating that he had drunk too much today and could not drink any more.
He then picked up an antique pipe and put it between his lips. Mason, the inscriptionist sitting next to him, immediately helped the alchemist light it.
Amid the spicy smoke, the Mason Water clone with the worst dark circles under his eyes explained:
“We no longer have time to train apprentices. According to the new tasks you have assigned and the deadline, the number of staff must be at least doubled. In addition, the equipment in each laboratory and production workshop also needs to be updated.
We have commissioned Mobius Chair to create new custom tooling for us in their fabrication studio in Osborne Towers.
The manpower is in place and everyone can start work at any time.”
"That's right, but it's not me who says that, Mason."
Tailor Mason skillfully knitted a sweater while complaining to the subject:
"That chair has a terrible personality. It always likes to express its opinions on things it doesn't understand. Did you damage the chair's intelligence by operating it carelessly?
Yesterday it kept pestering me and insisted on discussing the four ways of knitting a sweater. It was so stupid. I can make a sweater using twenty-seven ways of knitting with my eyes closed.
How about asking an engineer to help?"
"I'm not good enough yet. That thing is a bit too high-tech. I still need to work harder."
Engineer Mason laughed awkwardly, took another look at the main unit, and patted his chest to assure:
“But I’m about to break through!
I already have that feeling. I have accumulated enough experience by repeatedly making different models of Fenrir armor, and I have completed the improvement of the BFG9000 firearms..."
"nonsense!"
Mason, the first aid master who had been drinking silently beside him, immediately revealed the secret:
"Yesterday I saw you crying while holding a workbook on the Law of Cause and Effect. You hid yourself and cried miserably. Is it possible that you just can't learn it?
We are all one, why are you the only one who is so stupid? "
“Shut…Shut up!”
Engineer Mason's face immediately turned red.
While saying something about the law of cause and effect being beyond the scope, and adding some sarcastic remarks like how he had tried very hard, the entire lounge was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.
The subject Mason also laughed.
But the next moment, everyone stopped laughing and looked at him coldly. The meaning of those looks was that it was okay for us to laugh, but what right do you, a lazy guy, have to laugh?
This made the subject cough awkwardly twice. Well, he was bullied by these bastards in the workplace again.
"In short, there is no need to worry about manpower issues."
Mason sighed. He really couldn't ask for more from his hardworking water clones. If he really opened a factory in reality, having so many good employees would be a blessing that his ancestors would never get.
Besides, the clones just have a bad attitude. Every time their skills are improved, they will be fed back to the main body. Mason is equivalent to giving himself twelve fully automatic operation hooks, rushing into the sky with a rocket.
With this kind of treatment, being bullied a little is not a big deal.
Under the gaze of all the water clones, Mason clapped his hands, and the pure water in the bucket placed in the lounge was immediately mobilized. Amid the exclamations of the clones, he transformed into Mason wearing blue-collar worker uniforms one after another.
As the water flowed, the number of people grew, and finally stopped at thirty-six, which was not an exaggeration.
These "second-generation" Masons are not as smart as the first-generation water clones. They maintain an expressionless but ready-to-work attitude, and are tacitly divided into the twelve clones according to their respective areas of expertise.
In this way, each of the twelve domains had three subordinate clones available for dispatch, and the originally tight manpower suddenly became sufficient.
"What's wrong with these guys?"
Mason, the jeweler with the most elegant and indifferent temperament and covered in jewels, looked at the three assistants beside him with a critical look. He pushed his monocle with dissatisfaction and said:
“We need assistants, subjects, we don’t need slaves, if they don’t have intelligence, then why don’t I ask the Mobius Chair to assign robots to me?
wisdom!
You must understand, Master, that wisdom is the foundation of our existence in these dark times."
“They are intelligent.”
Mason rubbed his brows and explained:
"This is the limit of my ability to control my clones with my current level of control over water. I have endowed them with the same intelligence as us.
But I took away their overly rich emotions and personalities.
In this way, you can get an excellent assistant, and I don't have to worry about gaining a group of subordinate water clones who will bully me in the workplace... Believe me, this is good for both of us.
Well, the entertainment time is over, everyone, it’s time to go to work in the factory.”
"Yohoo, the good time of screwing has begun, guys, hurry up! Today's task is to make and assemble nine Fenrir armors!
No rest until the work is finished!
Start working now! "
Engineer Mason let out a long roar, which had the motivating effect of a foreman's roar, and was the first to enter the pocket factory with his three assistants.
The other water clones also said goodbye.
Although these guys say weird things like they are exhausted, they have actually inherited the "hardworking" nature of the main character Mason, and their enthusiasm for work has even reached a pathological level.
If we really give them a day off, they will complain that they have nothing to do.
No matter how realistic they are, they are just water avatars and will not suffer from back pain due to overwork. The only risk is sudden death after long-term work.
Therefore, Mason modified the production team's work and rest schedule, forcing these guys to return to the water for at least one hour every day to rest, but even this caused a lot of complaints.
But not all water clones returned to the pocket factory. Alchemist Mason, inscriptionist and jeweler stayed behind. The former was to report on his work, while the latter two were to undertake special tasks.
"Regarding the reverse inference of the Golden Sentinel serum..."
The alchemist with a fairy-like face took off his wizard hat and threw it aside. He scratched his hair, which was obviously thinner than that of other water clones, and rubbed his eyes with dark circles. He said to the main body Mason with a frustrated attitude:
“The progress has fallen far behind.
According to the original plan, my brother Elric and I should have at least produced an incomplete blueprint for you during this period of time, but we haven't even completed the first stage of understanding the ingredients.
This Sentinel Serum is not a special formula that can be deduced by common sense. This is the final conclusion that my two brothers and I came to after wasting nearly 70 weak magic stones.
Reverse restoration has come to a complete standstill.
This road is blocked and there is no point in wasting time.
So after discussing it with both of them, we decided to use a more radical new approach to reverse engineer the Golden Sentinel serum.”
He exhaled a puff of acrid smoke and said to the subject Mason, who was also frowning:
"You have to go to the SHIELD world and borrow the Mother Cauldron of All Things from the Holy of Holies there!"
"?"
Mason's eyes widened immediately, and he exclaimed:
"What are you going to do? Are you planning to throw the sentinel's body into the alchemy furnace to make some damn Nine Revolutions Golden Pill? The kind that can make you immortal after eating it?"
"If necessary, it's okay to do this."
The alchemist snorted and said to the subject in a contemptuous tone:
“But please control your overly flexible imagination. Even if it succeeds, the pills produced will only be effective once, which does not meet our requirements for mass production of serum.
We need to use the Cauldron of All Things to destroy the Sentinel's flesh and blood and finally extract the effective power components of his body. The whole process is very similar to alchemy, but it is not the same.
The final concentrated power will be given to you, and then you can use the completely unscientific and non-magical ingredient identification on the character card to forcibly crack the Golden Sentinel serum formula.
This is theoretically a shortcut.
But according to my calculations and experience, as long as your alchemy reaches Lv9, you should be able to crack the formula.
At least it's an incomplete recipe.
Of course, such an adventure would completely destroy the remains of the Sentinel, and would be an irreversible one-time operation, so I would have to ask for your opinion in advance."
"You are the expert, Alchemist."
The subject shook his head and said:
"Since this task was assigned to you, you are now fully responsible for it. I will not participate. I agree with your plan. I will contact Agent Brand to send the Mother Cauldron of All Things as quickly as possible."
"Well, remember to tell the Sage in advance that this operation may blow up the alchemist's artifact, so let them prepare in advance for the inability to recover the treasure."
Alchemist Mason put his hat back on and reminded the subject. As he left with his assistant, he whispered to the subject:
"Also, please take some time to look after Engineer Mason. I saw him doing some unspeakable things to your Fenrir armor last night... The most terrifying thing is that Female Ultron was still excitedly cooperating with him.
It was such a ghost, I wanted to pop my eyeballs out.
That guy is indeed the most perverted of all the clones, but considering that everyone's template comes from you...hiss, I don't dare to think about it at all."
"hehe"
The subject Mason waved his hand expressionlessly, and said in a tone of despair:
"Let him be, I wish them happiness, I wish you all happiness."
After sending away the alchemist Mason, who looked very decent but was actually very gossipy , the subject drank some water to calm down, then looked at the inscriber and the jeweler.
He took out a large pile of various materials from his bag and said to the two of them:
“The production of the twelve talismans must also be put on the agenda. I’d like to trouble you two to practice on this matter over the next two days. Once everything is ready, I will help you contact Hei Qiyi.
We will not use the power of the weak demon lord of the Holy Lord to infuse the twelve spells. We will do it in one step and directly use the black strange power link. "
“Will this work?”
Mason the jeweler adjusted his monocle and whispered:
"Hei Qiyi doesn't seem to be easy to talk to, and this operation will dilute his power... Will he agree?"
"Alas, this is what you, a single dog, don't understand."
Mason, the inscriptionist next to him, snorted, and in a very unserious way, he put his arm around his companion's shoulder and said with a grin:
"That guy is a romantic, do you understand what I mean? For him, pursuing lost love is the ultimate goal, and strength is just a means to achieve the goal.
Do you believe that in order to get his Christine back, he can give up all the power he has without any regrets?
If we help him deal with the excess power now, it will not anger him, but will help him instead. If the subject goes over and talks about it, this will definitely work!
Hey, just watch, all the lickers are like this."
