"Identity verification passed! Welcome back, Mr. Lucius."

The pleasant electronic sound echoed from the private laboratory on the 7th floor of Wayne Industries' underground facility. This laboratory, exclusive to Mr. Lucius Fox, required special permission to enter.

Mason held Lucius's ID card in his hand and walked in wearing his invisibility cloak. He took out a bottle of brown potion from his pocket and drank it all in one gulp.

A few seconds later, he felt a slight discomfort in his eyes. After blinking a few times, the darkness in front of him quickly dissipated, giving Mason temporary night vision.

The potion in his hand also came from Old K's alchemy book. It was a witcher potion called "Cat Eye," which, in addition to being unaffected by complete darkness, could also effectively resist hypnosis during its effect.

The witcher potions recorded by Old K were very useful, but they all had a hard-to-ignore flaw: they often contained toxins.

Witchers could withstand these toxins, but ordinary people couldn't.

Mason could only dilute the potion and could not drink it multiple times, otherwise, he would have to try the taste of the "Fecal Stone" detoxification potion passed down from the Hogwarts world.

But for now, it was enough for exploration.

He moved forward in the darkness, unaffected by his invisibility cloak. Soon, he saw two disassembled and unpainted Batmobile prototypes in the garage.

They should be undergoing special modifications for specific directions.

Mason really wanted to ride one of these cool vehicles. After all, what normal man could resist the coolness of the Batmobile?

But he didn't act immediately, instead, he continued to walk and explore other areas.

"The development of Batman's suit has never stopped. He designs and makes different suits for different situations. Look at this delightful collection."

Mason stood in front of a large display window, looking at the nearly a dozen different types of Batman suits displayed inside.

From the polymer prototype suit that Master often wore, to the heavy-duty armored suit for assault, to the conceptual titanium alloy suit that combined flexibility, defense, and attack.

Some of them were completed designs, while others were clearly conceptual styles.

However, none of these suits were equipped with weapon systems.

After all, Mr. Lucius Fox, the genius designer, was only responsible for design and production. Combat testing should be done in the Batcave.

Mason's gaze swept over the suits in front of him, and a bold idea came to his mind, but he still didn't act immediately and turned to the deeper areas of the laboratory.

Then, he saw three industrial-grade large 3D printers for different occasions.

This thing made Mason's eyes light up. He walked up to these powerful machines and found the Wayne Industries logo on the outer shell.

Wow, they produce and sell their own products.

Mr. Bruce Wayne really knows how to use public resources for private purposes.He placed his hand on the black machine in front of him, and the character card immediately gave a label:

Battle Suit Production Equipment

Quality: Epic Engineering Creation · Outstanding Craftsmanship

Function: Designed by Mr. Lucius Fox and produced by Wayne Industries Precision Industrial Equipment Department, this device is specifically used to design and produce various types of battle suits for Batman. It can not only print high-polymer materials, but also design, shape, and cut special metals.

Using this device requires a certain level of technological literacy or engineering level 3 knowledge.

Tip: This large device can achieve more uses through engineering modification, and a comprehensive modification requires engineering level 6.

Item Description: Do you really think Batman's high-polymer biological material battle suit was sewn with a needle and thread?

The young man sighed.

He felt both saddened by Bruce Wayne's luxury and wealth, and pitiful for his own lack of imagination. The concretization of this financial power made him feel like he had eaten several lemons.

He looked at the other two machines, which were specifically prepared for making the complex combat accessories of the bat suit.

From the combat arm armor with a shark-toothed sword that can be ejected, to the various modified and upgraded versions of the bat dart, and from the simplest hook and lock grappling gun to the cool and practical memory material bulletproof gliding cape.

As long as Mason mastered the use of these machines and had enough materials, he could also make different battle suits for himself.

Even further!

Mason took out a small piece of metal from his pocket that emitted a green fluorescence in the dark. He squinted and thought:

"After all, besides the Kryptonite in Batman's warehouse, there is no other channel like mine to get various rare magic metals."

Thinking of this, Mason stood up and turned to look at the laboratory behind him.

He regretted that there was no prototype of the bat fighter that he could take away from here. That kind of multi-functional and remotely controllable aircraft was really useful.

But these were enough for now.

Mason didn't come here to steal one or two things, which was too low and wasteful.

With Batman's cautious style, he can be sure that as long as he takes something from here, the entire laboratory will immediately be transferred to a more hidden place.

Therefore, Mason only had one chance to take something from this treasure trove!

If that's the case...

Why not move the entire laboratory at once?

Uh, this idea is too advanced for other super villains, and they have no way to empty the entire research and development laboratory without alarming the building guards and triggering security alarms.

The main problem is that they have the intention but not the conditions.

But these are not even problems in Mason's eyes, and they are not even troublesome.The young man opened his magic suitcase, which had a huge space of 500x500x50. Even after putting a three-story apartment in it, there was still plenty of space for him to use.

Old K's magic apartment space was also large enough to fit everything in this laboratory.

As for the safety alarm...

Well, Mason didn't have time to try to disarm the entire laboratory's safety alarm.

But the problem was, he didn't need to do that.

"Shua"

The huge black 3D printer was pushed by Mason's hand towards the open suitcase with an invisible expansion spell, disappearing into the open suitcase like magic.

The piercing alarm immediately sounded.

But Mason continued to calmly walk around the corners of the entire laboratory, carrying the suitcase like he was shopping.

He took over a dozen sets of prototype bat armor.

He took the data cabinet storing the blueprints.

He took the raw materials of various special metals and special materials.

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Finally, he took three bat motorcycles and the two unfinished batmobiles that were undergoing special modifications!

In less than five minutes, this large laboratory became empty.

Only the piercing alarm echoed mournfully in it.

Mason swiped Mr. Lucius's identity card and walked out of the laboratory, putting down the suitcase and taking out a pen to write a crooked line of words on the back of the card with his left hand.

He put the card in front of the laboratory elevator, then stretched lazily with the suitcase, passing by a group of fully armed security personnel as the elevator door opened, leaving Wayne Tower without any attachment.

A few minutes later, Mr. Lucius, who was awakened by his female assistant, received this shocking news.

His personal laboratory was robbed!

"What was lost?"

The old man, who had taken a small amount of bat tranquilizer, was still a little confused.

He rubbed his head while yawning and asked his assistant. The blonde and long-legged assistant replied with a strange expression:

"Uh, this may not be just a matter of losing something, Mr. Lucius, you'd better go and see for yourself. To be honest, it's really hard for me to describe that scene with my poor language.

All I can say is that it's too shocking."

"Hmm?"

The old man, who had designed and developed for Batman for more than ten years, raised his eyebrows in surprise and, with the help of his assistant, came to his laboratory.

Then he looked at the empty laboratory in front of him, which was so empty that even a mouse would have to leave a few coins before committing suicide, and fell into a long silence.

"Did I go to the wrong place?"

The old man, who was already in his sixties, looked at his assistant beside him a few seconds later and whispered:

"Is there a possibility that this is not my laboratory but some empty underground parking lot? After all, you just said that it took only five or six minutes from the alarm to the security personnel entering here."I can't think of any possibility that would allow a thief to empty my lab in such a short time.

Not to mention, those three custom industrial printers weigh over five tons combined.

Didn't the lab's surveillance system notice..."

Lucius stopped halfway through his sentence.

He looked at the spot where a dedicated computer should have been.

It was empty.

Even the cameras scattered throughout the lab had been "packaged and taken away."

This thief was ruthless!

The old man was in a state of existential crisis, facing this bizarre situation, feeling helpless for a moment, until his assistant returned his identity card.

Mr. Lucius glanced at the crooked writing on the card.

It was left by the thief.

Although the handwriting was not very good, the message was philosophical.

"Give some, take some. Fair trade."

"Hmm?"

The old man immediately narrowed his eyes and recalled what had happened earlier, saying:

"So, the 'antidote' that suddenly appeared in the lab was actually a 'gift' from this unknown person? What is this? Is some weird anti-hero or thief appearing in this damn city again?"

"After all, this is Gotham, Mr. Lucius."

The blonde assistant next to the old man shook her hair and shrugged her shoulders, whispering:

"The only conclusion I have drawn from living here for so many years is that anything is possible in this city."

"Well, forget it. That's it."

Lucius felt very tired.

But confirming the source of the medicine also made him feel a little relieved. He urged his assistant to speed up the testing and verification of the medicine, walked out of the empty lab, and dialed another old man's phone number.

"Alfred, how's the birthday party going?"

Mr. Lucius smiled on the phone:

"I heard you invited some young beauties from your youth to celebrate your birthday? You old thing really know how to enjoy life."

"Don't mention it, Lucius, I'm still at the manor."

Mr. Alfred replied with his elegant and standard London accent, with a touch of helplessness and exhaustion:

"There's a big problem in the city, and I was urgently called back. You have no idea how 'lively' Nahe Island is tonight. Our Batman is still playing hide and seek with zombies in the sewers."

"Do you have anything to tell me?"

"Two things, one good and one bad."

The old man sighed and said:

"The serum vaccine has been produced, and human trials are underway. Originally, this process would require at least four rounds of large-scale clinical trials, but considering the severity of the situation, we can speed it up appropriately.

If everything goes well, it can be submitted to the medical department for review and preparation of a dedicated production line tomorrow."

"Well, he'll be very happy to hear this news."

Alfred's tone also became relaxed, saying:"I knew giving these things to you was definitely the right decision."

"Hehe, you're happy too early, Afuo."

Lucius told the old butler about the strange things that happened in the medical laboratory and then talked about what happened in his own research laboratory:

"This is the bad news I wanted to tell you. The laboratory where I designed and made combat equipment for Batman was robbed. Everything disappeared within five minutes, taken by the stranger who helped us as 'compensation.' So, Batman needs to allocate extra funds for me to establish a new laboratory, which is a huge amount of money. However, considering the huge profits and social impact caused by the serum vaccine once it hits the market, which will push up the group's stock price, we can easily earn a lot of money with it."

The old man paused and said, "The revenue will be enough to rebuild ten more labs without any hesitation."

"So, that kind but greedy man may make a small profit, but Wayne Industries will definitely not lose?" Alfred joked, then said seriously, "The security system of Wayne Tower needs to be upgraded. Start immediately, Lucius. This may also be a warning."

"Well, I will propose this suggestion at tomorrow's board meeting."

The old man looked at the identity card with writing in his hand.

"I have trackers on everything in my lab. I will try to track down that mysterious gentleman and let you know if there is any news."

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"Tracker, as expected! Everyone related to Batman will develop this habit of not trusting others! There is really no sincerity between people anymore."

At the same time, on the second floor of Cooper's shop, in the space inside the suitcase placed on the table, Mason crawled out from the bottom of a Batmobile prototype with a strange engineering wrench in his hand.

He held two black trackers and locators, looked around at the various things piled up, and thought with a headache, "Before I can take these things out openly, I have to check them all. This won't work. I need an assistant. I urgently need one. Charles used to work in the aerospace department of Wayne Industries and is also a good engineer. If he is willing, he may be able to transfer from the combat position to logistics support later."

Mason played with the trackers in his hand and thought, "But in this way, I have to find a way to recruit a combatant. Let me think. Zack is a spell user and can be considered a warlock and mage. Selina is an excellent assassin personally trained by Batman. And I can be considered a shooter and healing support. K team needs a warrior! A tough character who can charge into battle, preferably a versatile one like old K. Hmm...Wonder Woman? Forget it, we can't afford to provoke this demigod for now."Look for a suitable candidate among the heroes of Gotham City. Or, find a way to concoct the love potion from the advanced magic potion and give it to Selina, so she can seduce Master Bat to join us?

emmmm, let's consider this as a backup plan."

Ps:

Alas, brothers, I couldn't avoid it in the end...