"Only four hours left."
"The experint must be conducted as soon as possible."
Currently, Carlton could only race against ti.
"Dr. Dora, prepare to conduct the experint imdiately."
"Mr. Smith, this is Carlton. I'd like to personally donate one hundred million to your side. Yes, I'm not joking. I heard Mr. Aaron is about to arrive? Hmm, I've arranged a luxury motorcade here, hoping to welco him."
"Hahaha, of course, I've also prepared so good things for Mr. Smith. I believe both Mr. Smith and Mr. Aaron will have a wonderful night."
As a local bigwig, Carlton's influence in San Francisco naturally went without saying.
Call after call went out.
He had already mobilized all his connections as much as possible.
Covering various Domains such as governnt, police, airport, military, entertainnt, and dia. However, even so, he still felt insecure.
That was Aaron!
He only needed one word to control the life, death, and future of a person or even a country.
Even if he contacted the Mayor of San Francisco and the Governor of California, he was not sure if Aaron would pay them any heed.
"Ti, I need ti."
The motorcade sped forward, and with helicopter transport midway, they quickly returned to the Life Foundation and began the alien possession experint.
At this ti, a shadow staggered to the periter of the Life Foundation.
He looked up, sensed the familiar aura inside, and his shadow quickly stretched, soon transforming into a huge humanoid creature, deftly passing through obstacles and patrols, and sneaking in.
At this mont.
Perhaps it was fate. Eddie Brock, prompted by Dr. Dora, also arrived at the Life Foundation.
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"Finally here."
Aaron, the master of ti managent, struggled to pull himself out of the peak after hearing the captain's broadcast.
Smack!
He sent out ripples of waves.
"Hmm~ don't make trouble, let sleep a little longer." Darcy changed her position and continued to sleep soundly.
Jane opened her eyes, glanced around, mumbled, and then fell back asleep.
Aaron rolled his eyes at the sight.
He shook his head and said, "You two are the worst batch I've ever had."
They also underwent enhancent, yet Darcy and Jane's combat power was even worse than the trio of Skye, Helen, and Wu Jiaqi.
Admittedly, he might have overexerted himself slightly, but that couldn't hide the fact that their combat power was too poor.
After a simple tidying up, Aaron raised his hand, put a self-protective battle armor on the two of them, and then walked out of the plane alone.
"The luxury plane is still a bit too slow. Maybe I can switch to a faster ride."
"Speaking of which, the Marvel Universe also has the Transforrs. If I get the chance, I can get the allspark."
Aaron pondered, walking alone through the VIP channel.
However, as soon as he stepped out, he raised an eyebrow, looking at the rows of black-clad n standing outside.
He thought he had arrived in The Matrix.
"Mr. Aaron."
A middle-aged man scurried over.
"Mr. Aaron, you must be tired from your journey. Welco to San Francisco."
"I am Mayor Smith. Upon learning of your visit, we have specially prepared so small surprises for you, to welco you. We hope you have a pleasant ti in San Francisco."
Smith cautiously approached, a warm smile on his face.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Smith, I have so important matters to attend to."
Facing Smith's invitation, Aaron directly declined.
Smith was about to say sothing more when he suddenly looked up and t Aaron's gaze. In that instant, he felt as if he had no secrets at all.
Those smiling yet not smiling eyes contained an unknown magic, making all the words Smith wanted to say stuck in his throat.
Aaron ignored him, passing Smith and walking towards the outside of the crowd.
At this mont, a human wall ford by a group of black-clad n stood together, showing no intention of making way.
Aaron slightly tilted his head. "Good dogs don't block the path. All of you, scram."
Aaron was still smiling, but his smile contained an undeniable tone, as if a terrible disaster would occur if they dared to say no.
The black-clad n felt a chill all over, like needles piercing their bones, making them feel fear from the bottom of their souls.
In that instant, they felt as if they were in a dark world, fear crawling all over their bodies.
"S-sorry."
The black-clad n imdiately made way.
Only after Aaron left through the passage did they belatedly wipe their foreheads, looking down to see that sweat had soaked their entire bodies at so unknown point.
What powerful oppressive force!
Seeing this, Smith felt sothing was wrong.
He seed to have been used as a pawn?
Smith's expression changed repeatedly. "Drake, you damned bastard! What exactly are you doing?!"
Aaron walked through the crowd and ca outside.
He scanned the area and headed straight for a bulletproof rolls-royce.
Along the way, there were still people who wanted to approach and interact with Aaron. But Aaron rely glanced and the person imdiately froze in place, their entire body plunged into absolute darkness, their soul trembling.
Although they quickly erged from the darkness, they no longer dared to talk to Aaron.
"He... he's a demon..."
A firsthand witness said, trembling.
Aaron looked back.
The person imdiately said, "He is the god of miracles."
Seeing Aaron turn around and get into the car to leave, everyone present let out a long sigh of relief.
Oh my God, what were they doing?
They actually dared to block that man full of mystery and miracles.
As soon as the rolls-royce drove out of the airport, there was a traffic jam ahead.
The driver got out to check and said, "Boss, there's a car accident ahead. This road might be impassable for a while."
Aaron was not surprised. "Take another road."
"Okay, boss."
The driver imdiately changed course, driving along another slightly longer road.
However, it wasn't long before another traffic accident occurred ahead.
"Is the traffic safety situation in San Francisco this bad?" Aaron's lips curved into a smile, his tone enigmatic.
The driver felt puzzled. "At this ti of day, there shouldn't be so much traffic. A shootout is more likely than a car accident."
As one of the most important financial centers on the West Coast, San Francisco has much stricter gun control than many U.S. states. The likelihood of a shootout is much lower.
According to the driver, the repeated car accidents today were clearly abnormal.
'Carlton, are you using these little tricks to stop from coming?'
In fact, Aaron had long known that this trip to the Life Foundation would have so twists and turns. But he hadn't expected Carlton to resort to such ludicrous thods.
"Go tell them, whoever clears the road, these five hundred thousand dollars belong to them."
A briefcase appeared in Aaron's hand.
The driver looked at the box, which appeared from nowhere, in surprise, but soon, he had no ti to think about it.
When the box opened, stacks of dollar bills blinded him.
Upon hearing this, the driver imdiately took out the box.
As he said a word, he threw out a sum of money.
In an instant, more than a dozen burly n squeezed out from the onlookers, shouting and pushing through the crowd.
Then, an old pickup truck, with the accelerator floored, slamd the accident car to the side.
The old pickup truck was unhard, but the already damaged accident car was imdiately totaled.
"No, you can't do this!"
The car owner looked at the completely totaled vehicle, on the verge of tears, but looking up at the tattooed big n, he was hesitant and dared not curse loudly.
The driver handed the box containing five hundred thousand dollars to the other party.
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