Fool? Did you hear that? He actually called me a fool!"
"I am the world's number one genius—Tony Stark!"
Tony's mouth twitched. "I hate Aaron!"
Meanwhile, on the other side,
Trident Tower.
"What exactly is Aaron's goal?"
Nick Fury pondered this question.
He looked at all the information about Aaron that had been recently collected and laid out on the table.
Before his first appearance,
His records were zero.
Reliable and authentic information.
"Where did these things come from?"
He looked up, pointing at Aaron's identity information.
These documents included Aaron's gun license, social security card, New York State driver's license, birth certificate, legal identification, bank account statements, utility bills, and even tax records.
They were comprehensive and incredibly complete.
They were even more legitimate and complete than those of native Americans!
Furthermore, these documents could be found in databases, pass through three checks, inspections, customs, aviation, borders, and so on.
And there was also a strange sense of familiarity.
Nick Fury thought about it; his own documents weren't this complete!
Agent Hill, looking efficient, pulled a document from the file.
"Director, these things involve many departments, and the network of connections behind them is complex. I don't recommend a deep investigation."
Seeing a hint of an odd expression flash across Hill's face,
Nick Fury had a bad feeling.
He carefully looked at the investigation results.
Good heavens, there were even his own people involved!
The first name on the list was an employee in his bureau who specialized in making fake documents!
"Motherf*cker!"
No wonder he felt so familiar, no wonder all the documents were so authentic; it turned out his own people were earning extra money in their spare time!
Other people on the list included insiders from the Immigration Bureau, Tax Bureau, FBI, CIA, and so on.
What a collection of talent, what a win-win cooperation!
Nick Fury's veins bulged.
What is professionalism? This is professionalism!
Letting professionals do professional things, with a complete set of traceable and incredibly authentic information—anyone would give it a thumbs up!
Motherf*cker!!
Hill remained silent. When she saw it, she was also incredibly shocked.
But that's how it was.
These departments collaborated to make an Asian man seem more American than they were.
It was truly outrageous!
"Tell him to get out immediately!"
Nick Fury cursed in anger.
Were the benefits at the bureau not good enough? To still be earning extra money.
And he didn't even share the money with me; that's too much!
That's all my money!
Hill nodded, about to say something,
When Nick Fury's phone suddenly rang.
He looked at it; it was the presidential line.
He gestured for Hill to stop and began talking with the President.
However, as he spoke,
Alarm bells rang in Nick Fury's heart.
"No, Aaron is coming for me!!!"
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Chapter 46: Refining Artificial Intelligence
"Damn it! He's coming for me!"
Hanging up the phone, Nick Fury's face was as black as charcoal, his sole remaining eye glinting sharply.
Agent Hill remained silent throughout. "Director, the President's orders..."
"Have people pack up our things. Those items must be moved immediately!"
"Those mysterious objects absolutely cannot fall into Aaron's hands!"
Nick Fury issued an urgent order.
Hill hesitated, "But what about the President's side...?"
Nick Fury was silent. "Those dangerous things absolutely cannot fall into the hands of someone of unknown origin. Just give him some random items to send him away."
Even Nick Fury had no right to defy the President's orders.
Next,
Nick Fury received several more calls.
All from powerful figures he couldn't afford to offend.
At this moment, Nick Fury realized that what he was about to face might not just be Aaron.
But all the high-ranking politicians who hoped to live longer and regain their health.
Those short-sighted bastards would never listen to his explanations.
In their eyes, he and S.H.I.E.L.D. were merely bargaining chips for their dealings with Aaron.
"Motherf*cker!"
He picked up the phone, his face grim.
"Barbara, find out Aaron's background and the secrets of the Osborn Group as quickly as possible, no matter the cost. Do you understand?"
On the other side,
Barbara was playing with a blonde doll. She was wearing a small suit and black stockings, only arm-sized, almost identical to her outfit that day.
Hearing Nick Fury say this, Barbara rolled her eyes and hummed lightly.
However, she didn't take this mission to heart at all.
I've already put myself on his bed; what more price can I pay?
At their first meeting, she had lost all her bargaining chips.
What could she do? She was desperate too!
But... he's so strong.
Barbara unconsciously played with the doll, holding it in her arms, constantly swaying it up and down, occasionally tossing it into the air and letting it fall.
Her actions were brutal; the doll was posed in various ways in Barbara's hands.
Yes, just like this!
Too brutal!
But I like it so much... Barbara felt her body becoming abnormal.
It had only been a day, and she already wanted to spar with Aaron again.
To be like this doll... light and soft... brutally abused.
Barbara twitched for a while, pursing her lips, and couldn't help but dial the phone.
"Hello, I've gotten stronger. I want to challenge you! Yes, armed combat, only sticks allowed!"
"Alright then, two hours later, come to room XXX at the Edison Hotel."
"I'll come find you."
At the Madison Hotel, Aaron put down his phone and looked at Helen Cho, who walked out of the bathroom, immediately feeling his appetite grow.
"Are you busy right now? I thought I heard the phone just now."
Helen Cho shyly clutched her bath towel tightly, her heart fluttering with anxiety.
"It's nothing. It was a call from a biological genetics researcher at the company asking a question. Let's get to business first; we can talk about other things later."
"Biological genetics? Then I must have a good discussion with her."
Helen Cho's occupational habit kicked in again; she became full of energy when talking about biological genetics.
Her body also relaxed.
Aaron smiled mysteriously. "There will be an opportunity. I'll make sure you two have a good discussion... exchange techniques..."
Half an hour later,
Barbara arrived at the Edison Hotel with a trail of sparks and lightning, quickly reaching the room number Aaron had mentioned.
After showering, she deliberately dressed up, lay in the bedroom, and adjusted the warm lighting.
She checked the time; there was still half an hour until the agreed time.
Barbara felt increasingly nervous.
Her ears twitched slightly; the sound from next door had stopped.
"That was too fast!"
Barbara thought disdainfully.
Then she heard the sound of the door opening next door.
And then,
She heard the sound of her own room door opening.
Her expression changed slightly.
Soon, Aaron walked in.
Barbara's face was off. "I'm sorry, perhaps I came at the wrong time?"
"No, you came at just the right time!"
The appetizer is over; now for the second course!
The next day,
Aaron arrived at the company as usual.