Gwen Stacy felt that her day had been too magical. First saw the ontology of the alien creature in his body, and then as the host, on behalf of the symbiote Quiet, he signed a strict auxiliary research agreement contract with Heblelen, which may be the first contract signed between an extraterrestrial intelligent creature and a company on this planet.

Maybe someone named Nick Fury will be furious when he finds out, and he will call him violently to ask about it, and take out one, two, three, and so-and-so security regulations to find trouble, but who cares about him? He's busy dealing with the turbulent underworld and negotiating distribution with those in need of longevity elixirs.

Obviously, this time Nick firmly had the upper hand in front of those high-level executives, and with a longevity potion, he played with his strength and knocked out a lot of funds and subsidies. Although he didn't make much profit on this potion, the money he applied for with this potion was enough for him to secretly build two or three more safe houses.

Similarly, after Nick got the approval, he immediately placed a massive order for self-healing potions with Hyperion. In his words: every agent trained by S.H.I.E.L.D. is not easy to come by, they are carrying out high-risk missions all the time, the casualty rate has always been high, and the pension paid by S.H.I.E.L.D. every year is an astronomical amount. In Nick's opinion, these awesome lads are all valuable assets of S.H.I.E.L.D.! You deserve the best logistical support.

Self-healing agents are the medicine that can greatly offset this casualty rate! If you don't specifically grant money, you're disregarding the lives of all S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

Nick's impassioned words made many of the high-level leaders present tired for a while, they are all thousand-year-old foxes, who doesn't know whose little tricks? In the past, you Nick Fury reported the list of fallen agents, don't you really see a little bit of cattiness? That is to say, S.H.I.E.L.D. has its own faction, the internal personnel and external circulation are almost closed, and it is difficult for others to intervene, and you Nick Fury has the final say on everything, otherwise you would have been reported a long time ago.

How? Now start not staring at the agent's little pension and start playing with a new one?

Of course, Nick guessed what those high-level people were thinking, and he did feel that he should keep up with the times and change his methods. You can't always overreport the number of fallen agents to cheat the pension, even if the pension of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents is very generous, and if you keep playing such a set, some old foxes have long since come back to the taste after so many years.

The list of fallen agents will be reported, and the pension will be cut in half. Although this is still a lot of money for Nick, the rumors are getting tighter, and everyone was very simple in the early years, and the good days of me reporting as much as you approve are gone. Now that he wants to eat on this road, he has to argue with those who manage money for a long time.

Nick has long wanted to develop a new path.

Luke's self-healing potion is a long drought for Nick! The longevity elixir is even more unexpected!

After listening to Luke's introduction to these two potions at Hyperion that day, Nick immediately had a comprehensive plan in his mind, which is why he was willing to be at the forefront, confronting those politicians and businessmen, and paving a safe path for Hyperion.

After all, although there is a lot of money for lying about the pensions of some fallen agents, the training fees for new agents, etc., the path is obviously getting narrower and narrower, and the money that can be pulled out of it is decreasing every year. But self-healing potions are different! This is a life-saving shot that can be used even if you are injured! Haven't you complained to me every year that the numbers of dead agents in S.H.I.E.L.D. are too high?

I've now figured out a way to take it down. All you need is a self-healing potion!

No injuries and no pain, even the money and time to go to the hospital for first aid are saved!

The best part? Best of all, self-healing injections are one-time consumables, which means that an agent with a high attendance rate can experience death three or five times a year.

Isn't this faster than what pension money comes in?

Compared to the path of eating the Void Agent's pension, this path is obviously safer and safer.

Anyway, Nick, who holds the share of longevity elixirs, is in pain and happy these days, and the pressure is of course huge, but the final harvest is also extremely rich. He also knew that this kind of opportunity was only once, and next time, those old foxes who had more time would not play any game of concession and compromise with him.

Soon after the dust settled, Heblem received an order worth $20 billion for self-healing potions and billions of dollars for longevity potions.

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California.

Life Foundation.

It's a big company that straddles the fields of space exploration and biology, and while it can't be said to be comparable to companies such as Stark Industries, it's also a behemoth in California. In the words of a major media owner, the Life Foundation could buy their newspaper building for a small amount of money, and then buy their newspaper office and let them work for him.

Carlton Drake is the current manager of this large company. He looks young on the outside, always acts gentle and elegant when facing outsiders, and has a convincing power when he speaks. At this moment, he was standing in his laboratory with a gloomy face, looking at the dying test subjects in the laboratory.

"Symbiote A02, Current Status: Weak, Fusion Days: 9, Temperature: 103."

Looking at the physical information displayed on the screen, Carlton Drake sentenced the test subject in the laboratory to death with a cold face.

"Get a few more test subjects." Carlton Drake gave an order to the security guard next to him. Then he said to Dora Scholes, who was standing beside her with a restless expression, "Doctor, let's do the next experiment." ”

"But we don't have anyone to choose anymore." Dr. Dora said inwardly. She'd seen several of the experimenters who had participated in the experiments die these days, often homeless from the streets, unemployed, and down-and-out, bewitched by Carlton's demagogic rhetoric, who signed a contract for an experiment that they themselves couldn't understand, and then tricked into the lab and became parasitic hosts for the symbiotes within.

It's a pity that none of the test subjects can perfectly match the symbiote and coexist with it.

Dora feels a kind of torment every moment these days, she can't laugh at the death of several test subjects like Carlton, the only thing that makes the other party unhappy and sad is not the loss of life, but the failure of the experiment. It gave her a great sense of fear. Her conscience told her that she couldn't help the abuse, but in the face of Carlton's strong demand, she couldn't refuse.

She has a family! And Carlton is very good at pinching on people's weaknesses.