The Goddess Shines on America

When Alice heard the news and came all the way from Los Angeles, Christmas Day was already over.

The private plane landed at the London airport, and then it was transferred on-site by the helicopter temporarily rented by the company. When Alice walked towards it, she was not surprised to see that the person who greeted her was Spencer himself, and the pilot was Jackson.

The phone call was made by Monica, who briefly described the situation at that time, including a series of subsequent arrangements. Mr. Spencer and Professor DeLove were in control of the scene, and Captain Jackson, who was in charge of security affairs, firmly guarded the information channel and did not disturb any outsiders for the time being.

"Tell me about the current situation." After getting on the plane and putting on earmuffs, Alice said through the headset: "Brudy is all right? Are you sure those six 5mm bullets didn't kill him!?"

"Small caliber, the lethality is weaker, but Brody is also fatal, he... It's hard to explain anyway!"

While the helicopter was taking off, it was still very loud through the cabin door. Spencer also said through the headset: "The bullet shot into the lower abdomen, but it didn't hurt the internal organs. .”

"How to say?"

The plane started to fly southwest, and Spencer sorted out what had happened in the past 24 hours, and quickly explained to Alice: "Think about it, normal gunshot wounds like this usually occur after work in the operating room , he had to be in a coma for several hours on the hospital bed. But he not only picked out the bullet with his fingers at the scene of the gunshot wound, but also insisted on taking the car back to Exeter, and then underwent surgery in the institute. This is not enough Explain the problem?"

Alice's expression was obviously a little impatient: "Of course I know this, so I still have to ask Delof about the specific situation. Tell me about Monica, is she okay?"

"Miss Monica's sprained ankle has been healed. Your assistant is really admirable. Under such circumstances, you can still keep it secret and travel long distances with the pain..."

Spencer was obviously incoherent, Alice glanced at him silently, but said nothing. This kind of thing is coming at Christmas, and it is not easy for a simple elite in the workplace to deal with it. She looked at Captain Jackson, and he was obviously much more stable.

"So I really feel..."

"Where is she?"

Alice suddenly interrupted Spencer's babble.

"Man, ah, yes."

Spencer seemed to have calmed down, and he let out a sigh of relief: "Professor Delof took her over."

After that, there was nothing to say all the way, just waiting for the plane to arrive at the destination in an hour. During the whole process, the atmosphere in the helicopter of the little family was awkward. Even though the propellers kept flapping outside, the inside was still as cold as an ice cave. Although Alice didn't say anything, everyone could see that she was full of anger.

This incident happened extremely quickly and was so serious that the owner of the group company had to travel thousands of miles to fly halfway around the world just after Christmas Eve. The company's property encountered an infiltration investigation by unknown persons, the boss's personal secretary and bodyguard encountered an accident, and the clay figurines were very angry, let alone her?

Though it was only about an hour, the journey was so excruciating that Spencer had to feign a doze, as Alice just couldn't be bothered to talk.

During the whole process of dozing off, Spencer did not know whether it was an illusion, but Spencer frequently felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. When the helicopter passed half of the voyage, he couldn't bear it anymore, took out two tablets of cardiovascular drugs with health benefits and swallowed them.

Alice just glanced at him and said nothing.

My heart is hurting, I'm so sorry, because Alice has been enduring the impulse. Monica and Brody were both attacked by her own people, and suddenly attacked by a "tall Eastern European girl". To describe it in such a two-year-old way, this is already an offense against Nilin.

Huh, a tall, blond girl with an Eastern European style?

Alice knew who it was as soon as she heard the description, and of course Monica knew it too.

I'm really sorry to make Spencer's heart hurt. After all, at this moment, a huge wave of spiritual energy can be condensed in this small cabin. Alice was really trying to suppress herself, lest she accidentally become the "evil version of Professor X" and crush the female spy who was locked in the research center into pieces.

If I did that...

Once you have opened any game, you can no longer play it.

"Oswell."

When the outside scenery was occupied by the green plain, Alice finally spoke: "This matter is at least half possible, and it is the behavior of other pharmaceutical consortiums. You are the former European president of Pfizer Group. Do you have any clues?"

As she spoke, she looked at Spencer with piercing eyes.

Feeling like falling into an icefall, looking at Alice's bright blue eyes, Spencer suddenly remembered an old saying - the more you know, the more you understand your ignorance.

For example, he doesn't know now whether Alice is reading his own heart at the moment.

He didn't know, and he actually didn't know if Alice could do this, but as long as he thought about the white lotus blooming at the bottom of the research institute, he knew what the most appropriate choice was for him.

"It stands to reason that even if there is a company that wants to do something to the umbrella company, it cannot be so fast."

"Our soma, as of the 31st of this month, has only been on the market for a month. Although we have caused a sensation in the London market in the past month, it is impossible for our colleagues to send armed commercial spies to sneak in in the middle of the night. The behavior of pharmaceutical factories.”

Alice remained calm.

Spencer paused for a moment and said, "So the woman came from two sources. One was sent by your competitors in other industries, and the other was that the Soviet Union also wanted to produce soma, so they sent government agents to spy on it. But..."

"But if it was the ruling party of the Soviet Union before Gorbachev, it was still possible to send agents to obtain technology and then state-run production. Now they are completely pulled."

Therefore, pure self-guessing has blocked the way.

Spencer didn't know where the female spy was coming from.

Isn't that true for Alice?

She didn't think it had anything to do with the Draken Rig Company, it was just personal. Just like if she bought Standard Oil one day, she would not need Lawrence of DreamWorks to bear any trouble. Investigating them from Draken's perspective has proved ineffective in the past few months of futile efforts.

Vipple-Pushkin, a business representative, lives in XX, what is his salary. O'Brien Andrew, an independent director, owns a real estate in Switzerland and has some scattered investments in various regions of the world, especially a warehouse in Los Angeles. It's not that nothing was found, but it was obviously useless.

No words all the way, and then arrived at the destination.

The helicopter slowly landed in the distance of the research center, and Ivan Delov came to greet him in a white coat with his hands in his pockets. Standing two meters away from him, Monica was clearly in good health, just wearing sportswear and soft-soled shoes on her feet.

"Monica, Evan!"

Stepping off the plane in the wind of the propeller, Alice stepped forward quickly: "Monica, are you okay!?"

"I'm fine, Alice."

The wind from the propeller blew the lawn, and made the long hair under the beret flutter continuously. Monica stepped forward and hugged Alice: "Brudy is on the second floor, in the same room, and he should not be sleeping now. .”

Alice let go of her, and made fun of her: "I think we should just change that room into a special ward. Ivan, let's talk about other things later, let's go and see Brody first!"

As she said that, she strode towards the entrance of the research institute. The other two also saw it clearly. She glanced at the ground with an indifferent expression.

The second floor of the research institute is a place for leisure and relaxation. Recently, a partition for the infirmary has been added. They are all designed with floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and you can see from a long distance that seven or eight people, headed by Ada and Harry, are all talking about something around Brody's hospital bed.

Alice pushed open the door: "You boy can do it, the boy who survived the catastrophe!"

"Sister Alice!?"

"Yo, isn't this the boss!?"

Ada rushed forward, and was patted on the head by Alice, while Harry laughed and said to Brody: "Listen, you are not a bastard, I am not even Harry, you are actually called the boy who lived !"

Brody was lying on the hospital bed. Although he was a sick patient, he was obviously full of energy and blood. He didn't look like he had been shot by six bullets in his stomach. As soon as Monica entered the room, she quickly walked to the hospital bed. This scene was seen by the people around her, and they all had smiles on their faces.

"Boss, I made you worry." Not only did he look fine, but he was also holding a red apple in his hand.

Alice nodded: "Thanks for your hard work, buddy. Be careful when choosing a date location in the future. This is a warm romance movie, so don't miss the set of "Die Hard."

There were quite a group of watching guys around, all of them laughed loudly, and glanced maliciously between the two of them. Of course Alice was not surprised by this development, and Brody was obviously more happy about it, but it was a pain for Monica, who laughed so embarrassingly.

"Brudy's recovery from his injury has been quick."

Fortunately, Delof quickly followed up: "I can't lift the gauze to show you now, this is an MRI image, and you can clearly see his wound healing, including subcutaneous tissue, fat, etc. "

Alice immediately became serious, and when she took the things in her hands, Harry silently beckoned the group of watching companions to leave the room.

"Ivan, what are the ingredients of our first batch of superhuman enhancers?"

Deloof stood beside the girl, his eyes continuously swept over Brody's ruddy and healthy complexion and the lower abdomen under the quilt, and finally stopped on the MRI image.

"The more serious the injury is, the more obvious it is. The three times the recovery power is enough to make a bone-shattering trauma produce a miraculous effect."