The Track of Dawn In the World of Marvel Chapter 227

Chapter 227 25. People in Night City said Gotham was too messy, and the family laughed loudly

In a windowless room in Osborne Tower, Dr. Anim 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 will be a little "sleepy".

This sounds incredible.

After all, he was forced to transform his life form into a "data creature" because of cancer a long time ago, but unfortunately he could not complete the complete dataization because of the insufficient level of technology at the time.

This regret lasted until he became a member of the conqueror of the "superior institution", and only with the help of more advanced technology did he truly complete the "data ascension".

This was Dr. Zola's pride.

But from the current point of view, his "data ascension" obviously still has serious flaws, otherwise it would be impossible to be so easily bound by a subroutine of 2077's data life.

I don't know what methods those **** traitors used to make him such a datconscious body not only feel "weak", but even have an indescribable "sense of crisis".

It was as if the long-lost senses had been forcibly returned, making him experience the feeling of "fear" again.

He tried to crack this data sandbox, but unfortunately, the constantly self-encrypting data frame did not give him the possibility to break through from the inside.

"There is no need to try, this data sandbox is part of the 'Black Wall', a super-giant firewall used to protect civilization, and it gathers the top-level wisdom of a world.

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

So, I'll ask you, how are you thinking? "

Mason's voice resounded outside the "data sandbox", making Dr. Zola's heart move.

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

A large number of green data streams dance to shape a round face with a coquettish small 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 his eyes.

Above is a burger, a piece of beef and a glass of wine.

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

Mason pulled up a chair and sat opposite him, probably making a nasty joke, then picked up a knife and fork to cut up the beef and brought a piece to his mouth.

He tasted the food cooked by the chef of Osborne Tower, and expressed regret for the cooking skills, but he didn't pick and choose.

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

"You will be sent to the Lord's side 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 say, can you believe it?"

Arnim Zola, a **** in every sense, always reveals an annoying villain atmosphere all the time. He "stared" at the beef in Mason's hand, and said critically:

"You overfried the meat and used the wrong olive oil. You should squeeze a little fresh lemon on it when it comes out of the pan, but the barbecue sauce is good."

"Yo, expert."

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

"It's a pity that I didn't make it with my own hands. Alas, if you can still eat, I will add a potion 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 line of special code has been added to your data body, which will prevent you from making the option of 'rejecting' the question I raised. "

"You mean Veritaserum? You used it on a data subject?"

Dr. Zola doesn't care.

He laughed out loud in an electronic voice without any emotional fluctuations, and then sarcastically said:

"I don't believe in such a **** 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 data being, I am not so easy to be tricked by you. You young but cunning **** as an old immortal bastard

Depend on! "

Dr. Zola cursed in a low voice.

Obviously, he accidentally expressed the "true thoughts" in his heart.

"Look, the 'Cyber Veritaserum' I asked my friends to write really works."

Mason is happy.

While continuing to cut the steak, he said:

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

So the first question, is your world destroyed? "

"Destroyed, that time more than three years ago, during the second impact."

The cunning conqueror, who had realized that he had no escape, had nothing to hide from the matter, saying:

"Our place is very powerful, it is said that it is a super level world, but who made us unlucky, and actually confronted us head-on during the second impact

Well, this cannot be said, it is encrypted information.

In short, it was very unlucky to collide with their base camp. We resisted very hard, and both S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra TM abandoned their differences and joined together.

But in just one week, we were crushed by forces several times our own. I know what you want to ask, Mason.

I have tried everything.

The Infinity Gauntlet, the Cosmic Cube, and even Adventures summoned the Tribunal of Life, but to no avail. "

Dr. Zola projects many experimental images it has stored on the screen, including Captain America holding the Infinity Gauntlet and trying to "push away" another world with the help of a group of people.

Mason even witnessed the terrifying scene in the screen where the five Infinity Gems shattered on the spot due to the tremendous pressure.

Dr. Zola said quietly like a voiceover:

"There is a cosmic law in the depths of this matter, and these strange things that contain powerful power are weakened when they face it. And after they realized that they couldn't defeat us quickly, the group of **** summoned swallow star.

A strange swallowing star.

That monster in the purple helmet was completely unreasonable. The moment it appeared, it swallowed up our world in one gulp and killed more than half of the counterattackers.

The rest are codified.

I guess if you keep going down this road, then you'll meet my former mates soon, not that I'm scaring you. But I am indeed the weakest group of conquerors. "

"guessed."

Mason recorded all the images projected by Dr. Zola. He didn't seem to be frightened at all on the surface. He picked up the hamburger and took a bite, then took the red wine next to him and shook it, and asked :

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

"No, it's not."

Bringing this matter up, Dr. Zola proudly created a "smiling face" on the screen, his electronic voice was several degrees high, and said:

"That's my 'trophy'! The hapless ghost I captured with the Red Skull when they sent their conquerors to attack our world.

To counter them, Red Skull and I transferred my consciousness into the mind of that mindless stupid Superman.

We have built a tireless war machine.

The combination of his body and my wisdom allowed me to destroy the vanguards of ten Cleaner legions in one day. However, that was not a disaster that pure strength could prevent.

My failure was not due to my lack of intelligence, but luck was not on my side. "

"Then you must know how to make blue kryptonite?"

Mason took a sip of the red wine and said slowly:

"Share it, so that before I send you there 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 'going to jail'.

You don't have the soul curse on your body, so no matter how much you say, it won't trigger backlash. It's just to make your prison life more comfortable.

Why not do it? "

"I do make blue kryptonite! They used that stuff to make that stupid Superman smarter, and I analyzed it and reversed its spectrum so it could make Bizarro go into weakness."

Dr. Zola didn't hesitate much either, projecting his own bald face on the screen, bargaining:

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

That Otto!

Ott Cunningham, I want to see her again.

Not just a subroutine, I'm going into her data realm to interview her! She can take my digitization to the next level and I will be perfect for it. "

Mason did not immediately agree to this request.

He glanced at the undisguised eagerness on the face of Dr. Zola composed of data streams 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 a data goddess, you ignorant fool."

Judy didn't say anything, but Dr. Zola became agitated. He cursed at Mason's inaccurate words and shouted:

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

"Well"

Mason looked at Dr. Zola in front of him with strange eyes, and said to Judy who was holding back a smile on the other side of the communicator in a strange tone:

"By the way, tell Ms. Ott that she has an extra data licking dog."

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

Judy laughed and responded:

"The connection application has been uploaded, and Ott agreed. She will open a special thread for Your Excellency Zola in the core database of Osborne Tower an hour later."

The moment he got permission, a large number of documents jumped out of the screen in front of Mason's eyes, all of which were research papers on blue kryptonite and disposable kryptonite, with specific production methods and video processes attached.

Mason took a few minutes to read all these things. The sixth sense from the Isu blood made him extremely capable of accepting new knowledge.

These complex and cumbersome knowledge was quickly memorized into Mason's mind like swallowing jujubes, and he was only waiting for a suitable time to complete the practice.

"Next I'm curious about a personal question, how many Arnim Zolas do you have?"

"That's a lot."

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

"There are three in the Cleaner Legion alone, the other two are in charge of the communication security between the legions in different worlds, the others are working hard in the laboratories of various worlds where the sequence is studied, and finally there is one who has not suffered from cancer The lucky guy at 'Fox's Nest' hosts some trials.

Although I don't want to admit it, that lucky guy is indeed the smartest and most mysterious of all Anim Zolari. When I fought with No. 3 Zola last time, I heard him brag that No. 0 Zola was fighting for No. 0 Tony Stark service. "

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

Mason asked maliciously:

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

"I'm definitely smarter than you!"

Dr. Anim Zola made a very humane disdain on the screen, and said with a long voice:

"So I know what you want to do, don't try it, Mason, I may rebel, but it will never be through your low-level provocation.

Let me tell the truth.

Actually, I am not used to some of the actions of the Cleaners. Although I am a hydra, what I hope is not a chaotic darkness. What we worship is an order under power.

But for now, if you traitors are also a choice, then I would rather kill myself and disassemble the deep data by myself than put the treasure on you.

Those **** at least know what they want and what they're doing, but you...you haven't even finished the beginning. "

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

Mason brought the red wine to his mouth, and he said seriously:

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

He told me not to die.

But you're still alive, know what I mean? "

"Are you expecting me to say thank you?"

The captured Data Conqueror sneered and said:

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

And the fact that you're the one asking questions all the time makes me sick.

So let me ask one instead. "

He stared at Mason and said:

"How much do you know about the 'Shock' incident? Don't hide it, tell me everything, if you don't explain enough details, I can help you add.

There is no need to worry about this aspect, even the most stubborn group of cold-blooded guys in our organization are doing everything they can to find a way to fight it.

From this perspective, we can even cooperate, 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 again and again. He was very disappointed and said:

"It's all worthless leftovers, 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 a question, Dr. Zola laughed viciously, and said:

"I'm the big villain, young man, do you think I'll tell you what you want to know so easily? Stop daydreaming! This conversation is over, and I'll save my computing power to deal with the superheroes of your world.

I will find a way to instigate them, hehe, I will be rewarded for it. "

"up to you."

Mason reached out and put his hand on the switch of the monitor, he said:

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

After finishing speaking, he turned off the switch and shut Dr. Zola back into the closed sandbox. Afterwards, Judy's voice sounded through the communicator, saying:

"Don't worry, Mason, all the data will be dug out the moment he sees Ott, 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 quickly, or the hapless ghost I captured will die.

Unfortunately, you may have just gotten used to Gotham and are about to be forced out of there. "

"Nothing to regret."

Judy snorted and said:

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

Gotham does look like Night City.

The question is too much like you know what I mean?

You have too many cyberpsychopaths out there, you should give V time to go to Gotham.

He will definitely have a lot in common with Batman's "senior cyber neuropathy". In fact, Osborne Tower is also good, quiet and not disturbed by so many people.

I plan to build a long-term laboratory here, do you want to invest?

can give you some usage rights. "

(end of this chapter)

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