"Only four hours left."
"The experiment must be conducted as soon as possible."
Currently, Carlton could only race against time.
"Dr. Dora, prepare to conduct the experiment immediately."
"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 welcome him."
"Hahaha, of course, I've also prepared some 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 government, police, airport, military, entertainment, and media. 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.
"Time, I need time."
The motorcade sped forward, and with helicopter transport midway, they quickly returned to the Life Foundation and began the alien possession experiment.
At this time, a shadow staggered to the perimeter 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 moment.
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 time management, 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 me 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 enhancement, 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 Transformers. 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 men 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. Welcome to San Francisco."
"I am Mayor Smith. Upon learning of your visit, we have specially prepared some small surprises for you, to welcome you. We hope you have a pleasant time in San Francisco."
Smith cautiously approached, a warm smile on his face.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Smith, I have some important matters to attend to."
Facing Smith's invitation, Aaron directly declined.
Smith was about to say something more when he suddenly looked up and met 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 moment, a human wall formed by a group of black-clad men 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 men 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 men immediately 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 some unknown point.
What powerful oppressive force!
Seeing this, Smith felt something was wrong.
He seemed 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 came 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 merely glanced and the person immediately froze in place, their entire body plunged into absolute darkness, their soul trembling.
Although they quickly emerged 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 immediately 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 immediately 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 time 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 me from coming?'
In fact, Aaron had long known that this trip to the Life Foundation would have some twists and turns. But he hadn't expected Carlton to resort to such ludicrous methods.
"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 time to think about it.
When the box opened, stacks of dollar bills blinded him.
Upon hearing this, the driver immediately took out the box.
As he said a word, he threw out a sum of money.
In an instant, more than a dozen burly men squeezed out from the onlookers, shouting and pushing through the crowd.
Then, an old pickup truck, with the accelerator floored, slammed the accident car to the side.
The old pickup truck was unharmed, but the already damaged accident car was immediately 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 men, he was hesitant and dared not curse loudly.
The driver handed the box containing five hundred thousand dollars to the other party.