Chapter 808 The vampires still have high tastes, Simmons infected with the alien virus (1/2)

Gaius Divination House.

Aaron looked at the brand new sign, and an inexplicable arc appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Opening the door, two curved staircases on the left and right lead directly to the second floor. There are two identical circular fountains at the entrance of the stairs, which perfectly embody the beauty of symmetry.

The area between the two staircases is the divination room, which is fully equipped with sofas, tables and chairs, candles, and crystal balls, full of mystery.

Two rows of shelves are placed behind the desk, one row is filled with various types of potions he brewed, and the other row is filled with various precious wines and special wine glasses.

The secret room is built behind the shelves. It can be opened by rotating the fortune cat ornaments next to the divination room. The space is several times larger than the previous underground secret room.

The room on the left of the divination room is used for medicine making and alchemy. Several crucibles of different sizes and other tools occupy the center position, and a row of shelves against the wall are filled with rare materials.

The room on the right is the living area, where leisure, cooking, reading and other functions are perfectly integrated, but they do not interfere with each other, which is an extraordinary coordination.

"Tsk tsk tsk!" Aaron exclaimed with satisfaction, "I have to admit that the vampires have very high taste!

This decoration, furnishings, and furniture are high-end, classy, ​​low-key, luxurious and meaningful!"

Abei also nodded with satisfaction, especially the luxurious and comfortable small bed next to the desk. It is self-evident who it is prepared for. This is called discernment!

"Since the vampires are so sincere, let's forgive them this time."

Aaron put all the important magic items into the secret room, and then leaned comfortably on the sofa.

"System, open the task panel."

"Okay, host."

[Find Miles Layden;

100 magic points for completing the task; no penalty for failing the task; completed]

[Save Chen Haoran;

200 magic points for completing the task; no penalty for failing the task; completed]

[Save Chen Haoran's life;

200 magic points for completing the task; no penalty for failing the task; completed]

"Mosquito meat can also accumulate into a lot!

Get all."

"Congratulations to the host for completing the system task and getting a total of 500 magic points."

"Not bad!"

......

After a period of time, Aaron lived a stable and fulfilling life again.

In addition to signing in, practicing magic, and improving the level of alchemy every day, he also maintained interstellar communication with the thought body.

The thought body has taken root in Asgard. At first, he just lived carefully near the space channel and created space magic, but as time went on, his courage gradually grew.

Although he only had half the magic power, he was confident that no one in Asgard could see through his current level of Transfiguration except Odin, and gradually he became an Asgardian.

However, to be on the safe side, he just pretended to be an ordinary civilian and would not contact anyone unless necessary.

In addition, his communication with Jean became more frequent, and their relationship further heated up.

Unfortunately, it was inconvenient for him to take the initiative to find her, and Professor X did not allow his mutant students to leave the Academy for Gifted Youngsters at will, otherwise Jean might move in and live with him.

It is worth mentioning that Frank was very serious about playing the role of the arbitrator. He had digested most of the potion, and it would not take long for him to try to be promoted to the Sheriff of Sequence 8.

Banner's role was smoother, probably because he was originally a monster and was acting all the time, and his speed of promotion to Sequence 8 might be faster than Frank's.

"Dear master." The prophecy book on the bookshelf suddenly said, "A cosmic wonder that happens once every thousands of years is about to come, and the nine kingdoms on the world tree will be connected in a line."

"Nine stars in a row?" Aaron touched his chin, "A cosmic wonder that happens once every thousands of years should be much more spectacular than the so-called meteor shower."

"That's natural, master.

On that day, the nine kingdoms will be connected to each other, and even if the master is in the atrium, he can easily go to any kingdom on the world tree."

"What do you mean?"

"Master, you can understand that the portals to the other eight kingdoms will appear in the sky above the earth at the same time."

Aaron's mouth twitched, and his mood suddenly became unhappy.

Eight portals! Among them must be the kingdoms of the frost giants and the fire giants. Who knows if they will suddenly jump out of the portal.

But it shouldn't be a big deal. The thought body saw that Asgard repaired the Rainbow Bridge and Thor personally led the army to quell the rebellion of the nine kingdoms, and showed off his muscles fiercely.

They had just been beaten up, so they shouldn't cause trouble.

Ding-ling-ling...

Just when Aaron was lost in thought, his cell phone rang. It was Coulson.

"Hello! Agent Coulson, what's up?"

"We're in trouble." Coulson's anxious voice came from the phone.

"It's been less than a month since I got off the plane!"

"I wouldn't bother you if I hadn't had to, but maybe I can only rely on you this time."

"Calm down, Agent Coulson, calm down." Aaron said casually, "I know you're anxious, but don't worry, I have a particularly interesting prophecy to share with you..."

"Don't mention the prophecy." Coulson interrupted loudly, "We need your help, now, immediately, right away."

"Okay! Please tell me what happened?"

"An alien virus, the source is the Chitauri helmet.

The virus spreads from person to person, not through the air or direct liquid contact, but through electrostatic shock. "

"so?"

"The infected person's brain will be hit by nearly two gigajoules of static electricity energy, which is almost twice the energy of lightning."

"Uh...get to the point."

"Simmons was infected by this virus."

"Oh! That's really unlucky."

"I'm not in the mood to joke anymore." Colson looked at Simmons squatting on the ground in the laboratory, took a deep breath and said, "She has at most two hours."

"Okay!" Aaron said nonchalantly, "Where is the plane now?"

"Center of the Atlantic."

Aaron: ...

"Haha! This joke is really not funny at all."

"Just think that I am ill and seek medical treatment!" Colson said helplessly, "If you think of any solution, tell me immediately. Don't you call yourself a regenerator? You should also be doing research on viruses!"

Aaron rolled his eyes, "Just do your best!"

After hanging up the phone, Aaron sat on the sofa speechlessly.

It's true that he is a regenerator, and it only takes a matter of minutes to solve the so-called alien virus, but in the center of the Atlantic... Simmons is hopeless, prepare a funeral dress!

"The host triggers a new task."

Hearing the system beep, Aaron raised his eyebrows and silently opened the task panel.

[Rescue Gemma Simmons;

Completing the mission rewards 500 magic points; there is no penalty for mission failure; Do you accept it? 】

"really."

Aaron rubbed his forehead, feeling speechless.

Five hundred magic points is not a lot for him now, but if he reaches the Atlantic Ocean in two hours, he can't use the portal!

Although Kama Taj's magic is 'legal' on earth, that is only for those who know Kama Taj. For ordinary people, magic is really incredible, and he does not want to expose the identity of the magician casually.

"Master, are you hesitating?" Abe asked aloud. It is now a sequence eight mind reader, so it can naturally see Aaron's confusion at this moment.

"Absolutely!" Aaron couldn't deny, "After all, we have just met each other, and I don't want anything to happen to Simmons, but I can't expose my magic and go over the Atlantic Ocean!"

"Well..." Abe scratched his head and said tentatively: "Master can do it without using magic, just fly over as fast as possible,"

"What you said is light, without using magic..." Aaron paused, and suddenly thought of his identity as an alchemist, "Forget it, for the sake of five hundred magic points, this time it will be a little bit Be more high-profile!”

"You take good care of the house. I'll be back in a few hours."

"I understand, Master."

Aaron walked out of the divination house and drove the motorcycle out of the garage.

After a while of galloping, Aaron arrived at the suburbs and turned on flight mode.

The two tires automatically retracted, and the motorcycle was suspended in mid-air. At the same time, blue-white flames were sprayed from the tail, shooting straight into the sky.

...

Meanwhile, Airbus Labs.

Simmons was isolated in the laboratory, and Fitz delivered a stun device-like tool to her outside.

“I think I found the best way to do it, fast and efficient, the perfect casting device.

Finding a mineralized solution that would delay vaccines and conduct electricity was no easy task. "

"I don't like when you use the word 'vaccine'. It's actually more like antiserum." Simmons said far-fetchedly, then picked up the delivery device loaded with 'antiserum' and walked towards the first mouse, "These antibodies should Can find the antigen of the virus, if this damn alien virus has an antigen."

Simmons grabbed the rat and bumped it with the release device.

Zhi!

The blue electric light flashed away, and the white mouse squeaked and she put it back into the cage.

"come on, come on, come on..."

Amidst the anxious prayers, the white mouse slowly floated up, and then a tiny blue current flashed continuously in the cage, penetrating the brain of the white mouse.

The experiment failed. Simmons closed his eyes in pain, but then continued with the next experiment.

There is no time to make her sad now. If the antiserum is not done well, she will die, and her death will be very painful.

As time passed, blue electric light flashed frequently in the laboratory, and the second white mouse also died. Simmons gradually felt desperate, and Fitz, who was holding his watch outside, was also anxious.

At this time, Coulson's phone rang. When he saw the caller ID, he immediately answered the call, "Hey, Gaius, please tell me you have a solution."

"Yes, I have a way."

"Say it."

"Please open the door, I'm behind the plane now."

"Huh?" Colson was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, Fitz ran past him and quickly lowered the Airbus ramp.

Everyone looked over and saw a dark figure in the clear blue sky and white clouds getting closer and closer. It was Aaron who was flying over on a motorcycle.

Click!

Aaron slowed down and braked, drifting in along the gangway.

"O-M-G!" Skye said in shock, "This seems much cooler than Lola."

Colson pursed his lips and said nothing to retort.

His Lola does have a flight mode, but it is definitely not as convenient and fast as this motorcycle.

This is not the same brand at all. Compared with this motorcycle, Lola seems to be an antique.

"So... where is the situation now?" Aaron asked after parking the motorcycle.

"Simmons tried twice, and both failed." Fitz said hurriedly.

"How much time does she have?"

"About an hour."

"An hour?" Aaron thought for a while, "There's still time to have a meal, play a game or something."

Hearing this, Fitz's face immediately sank, "Are you asking Jemma... to give up treatment?"

"Don't get me wrong, I mean there's still enough time to solve the alien virus."

"Can you really solve it?" Skye asked seriously.

"Otherwise, what am I doing here? For the regeneration master, a mere alien virus is nothing.

The Chitauri are not even third-rate in the universe. Creatures stronger than them are completely immune to this low-level virus." Aaron talked freely, then walked outside the laboratory and looked at Jemma Simmons inside through the glass.

This young scientist in the field of biochemistry had a pale face, dark red eyes, and a glimmer of hope in his desperate eyes.

"You are a talent for holding on until now. I have three solutions to solve the problem.

First, believe in yourself. Maybe you can find antiserum in the last hour of your life.

As for the second..."

Aaron laughed dryly and took out a golden hair from the space ring. "Thor's hair. I plucked a few strands when he was not paying attention on the sky carrier.

Don't get me wrong, I don't have the special hobby you think, but the hair of God may be a good alchemical material.

As I said just now, creatures more powerful than the Chitauri can completely ignore this virus, and Thor is definitely among them."

"Do you want to use it for experiments?" Simmons was a little excited "Isn't this... a little presumptuous?"

"Jemma." Fitz rolled his eyes at her speechlessly, "Don't worry about whether it's presumptuous or not at this time, your life is in the countdown."

"If you think it's presumptuous, I still have this." Aaron said, and took out a red-gold feather from the ring, "Phoenix feather.

Compared to the Phoenix, the Chitauri are not even scum."

"That..." Coulson interrupted with a smirk, "The Phoenix you are talking about is not that?"

He was stabbed by Loki on the sky carrier, and was saved by a bottle of Phoenix tears when he was dying. If this Phoenix feather came from that Phoenix, then its value is self-evident.

"Yes, is there any other question?"

After getting a positive answer, Coulson's face became particularly wonderful, "No."

"What about the third plan?" Fitz asked hurriedly.

"The third one is relatively simple and the safest." Aaron said mysteriously, "I'll go in and perform surgery on her, and it will be done in half a minute.

So, which one do you choose?"