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[Sir, Brock has gone out.]
Before Arthur could even ask, had already given the reason.
Arthur rubbed his face, glanced at the time, and he had slept for less than three hours.
"Follow him…"
Little Black immediately started the car, slowly merging onto the road, tailing Brock's motorcycle.
As the seat gradually recovered to its normal state, Arthur finally said, "Next time you wake me up, could you do it a bit more gently…"
[Apologies, sir. I seems to be incapable of doing that.]
"…Why?" Arthur asked, confused.
[Because Little I don't have a mouth.]
"…Huh?"
Arthur mulled it over for a while, then suddenly realized, of course, this car was built by Tony. No wonder it was filled with this kind of nonsense!
He nearly coughed up blood out of sheer frustration. Scowling, Arthur opened a communication line to Tony.
Tony answered quite cheerfully: "Did you hear about our progress?"
"Who the hell cares about your progress? Let me tell you, stop adding weird stuff into AI systems from now on!!!"
With that, he hung up.
On the other end, Tony looked baffled. What the hell? Did he take a bullet for breakfast?
"What happened?" Banner asked with a suspicious look. "What did you add to the AI system?"
"How would I know…" Tony rolled his eyes. "His emotional state seems a bit off."
"Maybe it's… menopause?" Tony pondered for a moment. "Given his situation, if he's hitting menopause now, he's already several decades late."
"…I can't believe that actually convinced me!" Ever since finding out Arthur's real age, Banner's worldview had suffered permanent damage.
After stretching his shoulders a bit, Arthur considered whether to give that weird AI a lesson. But after thinking for a while, he felt that bickering with it was pointless. Still, if he didn't bicker, it was like a mouthful of blood he couldn't cough up.
Eventually, he sighed helplessly. "This is… pure madness!"
Little Black popped up a helpless expression on the dashboard screen. Arthur's lips twitched. He suddenly started wondering , could the car he gave to Li Xiaomi be this ridiculous too?
Fortunately, that car had already been turned into a keychain by Li Xiaomi. Otherwise, it might actually pose a danger.
As he continued tailing Brock, Arthur realized something: this guy didn't seem to have any clear destination.
From time to time, he'd stop at random places, stare off into space at something, and then start making phone calls, constantly dialing, but never getting through.
You could tell just by how often he picked up his phone and redialed.
"What the hell is this guy trying to do?" Arthur muttered. Though the Eye of Horus was always improving, unfortunately, it hadn't evolved into its further enhancements,
It still couldn't hear what the target was saying.
In the end, all Arthur could do was follow him silently. Thankfully, the wait wasn't too long. Around noon, one of Brock's calls finally went through.
Following Brock, Arthur arrived at the entrance of a seafood restaurant.
After observing for about ten minutes, he was speechless.
Brock had gone in, found a woman, and, right in front of all the diners, demonstrated his ability to eat live fish raw. Then he climbed into the seafood display tank and started helping himself.
Eventually, a man called an ambulance, and a sedative was administered to Brock.
Only then did the chaos finally come to an end.
Even Arthur, with all his composure, couldn't help but shake his head helplessly after witnessing such a ridiculous and baffling scene unfold before him… What a mess!
Still, it wasn't hard to figure out that Brock's bizarre behavior was clearly due to the influence of that other guest residing inside him.
"Would this count as… one guy eating, but two guys getting nourished?" Arthur suddenly had an absurd thought, and realized that the last time he'd had such a ridiculous mental image must've been sometime in the last century. Lately, he hadn't had many wild associations like this.
"I can't let this drag on any longer." As the car stopped at the hospital entrance, Arthur concluded that if this went on, he wouldn't figure anything out.
Especially with that being inside Brock, if it didn't show itself willingly, it wouldn't matter if Arthur watched for a hundred years. He'd still be no closer to the truth.
"Might as well just use force and kidnap the guy outright…"
BEEP BEEP,
Just as he made up his mind, a call came through.
Natasha's voice came through his earpiece: "We've uncovered the full situation at the Life Foundation. What now?"
"Send me the address first," Arthur said. "I'll check it out myself."
"Understood."
Natasha agreed, but just as Arthur was about to end the call, she added: "The woman you brought back, what's your plan for her?"
"She's a geneticist. I want to see how capable she is. If she passes the test, she stays. At the very least, ideologically, she's not far from us."
Arthur explained, "Judging from the fact that she couldn't accept Drake's methods and her original reasons for joining the Life Foundation, she… seems to be a fairly decent person."
"Planning to approach from the periphery first?"
"That's why I said, send her to the Osborn Group first," Arthur replied. "Harry has a good eye for people."
"Got it." Natasha ended the call this time.
Arthur glanced at the coordinates on his wristband and sent them directly into Little Black's system. The car turned around.
As for Brock, Arthur figured there wouldn't be any breakthroughs for now. Better to check in on the Life Foundation first.
From the beginning, Arthur hadn't planned to rush this matter.
Not to mention, that comet drifting in space, and the millions of Symbiotes supposedly onboard, would need to be dealt with sooner or later.
What exactly to do with it was still uncertain.
Though undeniably dangerous, if handled properly… it might not be a bad thing.
Still, the matter required serious thought. If it truly wasn't manageable, Arthur was prepared to head into space himself and destroy that comet personally.
Soon, Arthur arrived at the Life Foundation's research facility.
It was in a remote location, not in the city, since it functioned as a research branch.
The one in the city was the headquarters.
Arthur parked the car. Then, with a wave of his hand, he returned it into his Disassembler Space. After a moment's hesitation, he suddenly smirked.
His form began to shift, and in moments, he had transformed into Dr. Skolls.
Swaggering with confidence, he headed straight for the facility entrance.