Chapter 691 Logical identity, the last regenerator

"Let me introduce it to you." Aaron pointed to the giant plant in the sanatorium seriously, "This is the nurse mascot grass. It looks like a piranha, but don't be deceived by its appearance.

It doesn't eat people, only injuries. "

"Injury?" Colson seemed to understand, but still couldn't believe it.

"Yes, injuries. After the wounded are swallowed by it, the recovery time can be shortened to a certain extent.

It can deal with bruises, colds, fevers, and even minor poisonings, but it can't do anything if it's a serious or fatal injury.

It costs 3,000 US dollars for one use. Do you want to try it? "

"Still not." Colson said resistingly, "I know my body fairly well. Every time the physical examination report from the bureau tells me that I am in very good health."

"This is doctor aloe vera." Aaron pointed to the green aloe vera and said. "Its leaves can be used as a bandage. It has a certain healing effect on burns and scalds. It can also maintain body temperature and relieve the pain of wounds."

Coulson nodded blankly, and a thought flashed through his mind, "How much does a roll of bandages like this cost?"

"Fifty dollars a roll, are you hurt?"

"No, I didn't." Coulson shook his head and decided to be honest, "Actually, I plan to take it back to study. After all, being an agent is a more dangerous job.

If this kind of bandage can be replicated, it can be regarded as a loving care for frontline colleagues. "

"Understood, but after research, you will find that this kind of bandage is difficult to copy, and even if it can be successfully copied, the cost required is much higher than that of natural bandages."

"That's SHIELD's business." Coulson spread his hands, "But what I didn't expect is that Aaron, you don't seem to care at all."

"It's nothing to worry about." Aaron smiled nonchalantly. He had never thought of making money by selling bandages, not to mention he didn't think SHIELD could replicate a plant like Doctor Aloe Vera.

To put it another way, even if they copied it regardless of the loss of funds, they would not be able to sell it.

"The last one is the acupuncture cactus." Aaron solemnly introduced, "Nurse mascot grass and doctor aloe are both used for the wounded, but acupuncture cactus can be used by everyone."

"This thing..." Colson looked at the spikes on the cactus and swallowed involuntarily, "You don't want to lie down on it!"

"Of course, do you want to try it? It only costs five hundred at a time.

Both Stark and Potts have experienced it and both have given it favorable reviews. "

Colson hesitated, took off his coat, lay down on it, and then exclaimed comfortably.

"Hi! This feeling is really...energetic! It's like sleeping until you wake up naturally after working out."

"So my charges here are absolutely fair."

Colson lay there for more than twenty minutes before reluctantly leaving the acupuncture bed. Then he seemed to have made some kind of decision. He gritted his teeth and asked, "Is this cactus for sale?"

A purely natural full-body massager that relieves fatigue as soon as you lie down. It is simply an artifact prepared for agents like them who are running on the front line of fire.

"Haha! You asked the same question as Tony Stark.

And I'm sure your price is not as high as his. "

"It looks like it's not for sale anymore."

"Not for sale." Aaron teased, "Actually, I can guess a little bit of what you are thinking, but you are not the director after all. If your director treats people like donkeys, then..."

Hearing this, Coulson shivered suddenly.

Fortunately, this thing is not for sale! If I buy this back, I'm afraid SHIELD's agents will have to work round the clock, so it would be strange if he, the instigator, is not hated by everyone.

Thinking of this terrible scene, a few drops of cold sweat appeared on Colson's forehead, and he took several deep breaths to barely control his emotions.

“Aaron, where did you get these things?

Of course, if it’s not convenient to answer, forget it. "

"Actually, there is nothing inconvenient." Aaron puffed up his chest proudly, "The world in which humans live is very big, with countless professions, but some of them have disappeared in the long river of history. It is normal that you, SHIELD, don't know about them. "

Colson looked at him suspiciously, "What occupation are you talking about?"

"Regenerator." Aaron's face was neither red nor out of breath, and there was no hint of guilt. "Looking for endangered or extinct animals or plants around the world, using special methods to protect them or resurrect them from history. "

After saying that, Aaron wanted to give a thumbs up to his whim.

Although the identity and profession of the regenerator is fake, it is logically perfect. It can give a mysterious explanation to Pepsi's unique style and his personal abilities, and at the same time, it can also hide the fact that he is a mage. .

"Gulu!"

Colson swallowed, "Is this possible for a human to do?"

"The threshold for a regenerator is very high, requiring extremely high physical strength, intelligence, adaptability, learning ability, stress resistance, combat ability, and even survival ability." Aaron said lightly, "Introduce yourself, Aaron ·Gaius, the last regenerator on Earth."

"The last one?"

"After the master dies, I will be the only one left." Aaron said with a flash of sadness in his eyes, "I am not interested in accepting another apprentice and letting him engage in this dangerous job.

After I buried my master, I took the inheritance he left me and prepared to live a normal life happily.

After all, you have worked hard for so many years, so you should enjoy it! "

"I would like to ask, who is your master?"

"Gandalf Dumbledore." Aaron said the two names that impressed him most without thinking. "I followed him around in the so-called restricted areas when I was a child. Thinking about it carefully, I am definitely not tricked to death. Unlucky."

Coulson silently remembered the name and decided to investigate it carefully when he went back.

But he didn't expect to find anything. Gaius and the others alone didn't find anything, let alone the master who was more mysterious than him!

"Then where is Gandalf Dumbledore buried?"

"Why are you asking about this?" Aaron asked doubtfully.

“Nothing, just out of respect for the profession.

If I have a chance in the future, I would like to pay homage. "

"Then I'm afraid you won't have a chance." Aaron said calmly, "According to the rules of the regenerator, there will be a burial at sea after death without exception. As the saying goes, when a whale falls, all things come to life.

The regenerator considers himself not as great as the whale, but has great respect for this dedication. "

Colson: ...

Not even a body was left behind.

This is the real death without evidence!

"Mr. Gaius, it's not that I don't believe you, but the regenerator sounds a bit more powerful."

"You doubt me?"

"That's not what I meant." Coulson sneered.

"It's okay, I understand." Aaron said familiarly, "The number of regenerators is originally small, and their reputation is not good.

But you have also seen these three things: nurse mascot grass, doctor aloe, and acupuncture cactus. Mr. Colson, do you dare to say you have heard of them before? "

Coulson was immediately speechless. It seemed that these things in front of him could confirm the identity of Aaron Gaius Regenerator.

"Also, a friendly reminder." Aaron looked at Colson with a teasing look on his face, "What you just ate was the meat of Gallagher. It is not an ordinary crocodile. It is several meters tall and more than ten meters long. A giant crocodile that weighs more than ten tons and can easily overturn a tank."

"What?"

"Don't worry, the meat of Gala crocodile is harmless to the human body and very delicious."

"Is this also a creature you regenerated?" Colson asked in shock.

"That's it!"

"Okay! Even if what you said is true, how did you transport this huge beast back?"

"Commercial secrets." Aaron rubbed his fingers with a smile. At worst, he would reveal the Traceless Stretching Curse. It was said to be an artifact discovered by the first generation of regenerators. In short, even these Muggles would not be able to see it.

There were a few black lines on Colson's face, "Trade secrets must not be cheap!"

"Three million, I'll tell you as long as it's three million."

A profiteer, definitely a profiteer.

Coulson cursed in his heart, that is, for Iron Man's sake, he couldn't use his power to overwhelm others, otherwise he really wouldn't mind letting Aaron feel the energy of the official organization.

SHIELD is not comparable to the CIA or the FBI.

"Let's wait until I have money!" Colson covered up his embarrassment with a smile, "Then the weapon you used last night was also the same?"

"Regenerator! If the weapons and equipment are not good, you won't be able to do this job!

After thousands of years of development, regenerators are constantly improving their technology, so there are still some differences between my firearms and ordinary weapons. "

"So that's it!" Colson was already sixty-seven percent convinced. After all, he had seen the 'evidence' with his own eyes.

"Then what was the medicine you gave Tony Stark to drink last night?"

"Please come this way." Aaron made a gesture of invitation and invited Colson to the medicine shelf. "He drank the all-purpose potion yesterday. I just prepared it not long ago."

Colson looked at the more than twenty bottles of liquid medicine on the medicine shelf, and his eyes narrowed unconsciously.

Almighty potion, one hundred thousand bottles.

"One hundred thousand?" Colson's eyes widened and he looked at Aaron in disbelief, "Why don't you go and grab it?"

"Robbery is illegal." Aaron said seriously, "Besides, why don't you see the effect."

Colson came back to his senses and looked at other parts of the label, "Healing wounds, removing toxins, and enhancing vitality. Is this true?"

"The all-purpose potion! It can save lives at critical moments. If you don't believe it, you can ask Tony.

You might as well buy a bottle and go back. SHIELD should have no shortage of identification departments. If it can be copied, it will make a lot of money. "Aaron said, while not forgetting to complain in his heart. The key ingredient is the juice of the acupuncture cactus, and the concoction is the tears of the phoenix. If you can copy this, I will never make magic potions again.

"There is no shortage, but..." Colson smiled sheepishly, "For the sake of our acquaintance, can you give me a discount?

This bottle of medicine is enough for more than half a year's salary, which is really unaffordable. "

"How about this! I can give you this bottle, but you have to do me a small favor."

"Tell me."

"It's been a while since my store opened, but there are only a few customers."

Coulson smiled and nodded, that was normal.

Although there is nothing wrong with the charging standards, most people really can’t afford it.

Aaron seemed to be able to see what he was thinking, but he didn't care, and continued: "The favor I want from you is very simple. Help me promote my Pepsi House."

"Publicity?" Colson asked in confusion, "You can find any newspaper and spend thousands of dollars to do it!"

"But they don't have the expertise of SHIELD." Aaron smiled playfully, "Stark's press conference publicly stated that these were all caused by SHIELD.

Although he himself was not very cooperative, he had to admit SHIELD's ability in this regard.

I think Colson, you should know what kind of publicity I want, which does not reveal my profession as a regenerator, but can perfectly explain Pepsi House's business and charges to customers. "

Colson suddenly realized that this store was indeed a bit outrageous, and ordinary reporters might not be able to meet Aaron's publicity requirements.

“Okay, I have no reason to refuse this deal, it just takes a few days.

After all, this is a personal favor, and the intensity of the publicity is incomparable to that of Tony Stark. "

"No problem. In addition, in the promotional content, it is added that reservations are required to enter the store. I can only receive three groups of customers at most every day. As for the business that is not directly displayed in the store..."

"Just tell me on the phone later." Coulson interrupted in a gentle voice.

"All right!"

Colson continued to look at the other bottles of medicine, "Bone Spirit, 10,000 bottles. The effect is... to make bones grow back."

"Is this too exaggerated?

From a normal person's perspective, I think this is even more exaggerated than the Almighty Potion. "

“Actually, I made the price of 10,000 bottles just from a normal person’s point of view.

Nowadays, medicine is developing rapidly, and it is very common for hands and feet to be broken due to fights.

This kind of injury can be treated in the hospital, and it only costs four figures including medical insurance. Although my bottle of medicine is a bit expensive, it only takes one night to heal the bone injury, and it doesn't require that much recovery time. "

"What if it's a comminuted fracture? Can this Bone Bone Spirit also cure it?"

"Don't talk about comminuted fractures. Even if the bones are dug out, they can..." Aaron paused suddenly. After a moment of silence, he took out a pen and printed the label in front of Colson. The number one on it was changed to the number five.

"Okay, now it's much more pleasing to the eye."

Coulson looked at this hasty price increase and wished he could go back to a few seconds ago and give himself two big mouths.

Didn't you know how many bottles to buy before you asked this question? Now the price has increased five times, and the public funds you can spend have been reduced by tens of thousands!

A hint of bitterness appeared at the corner of Colson's mouth, and he continued to look at the other three bottles of potions, "Tranquilizer, five thousand bottles, to calm mood swings, demulcent, five thousand bottles, to calm and relieve irritability and anxiety, joy potion, five A thousand bottles will make the person who takes it feel happy.”

“These prices are quite acceptable, but are the effects really that magical?”

"Mr. Phil Coulson, as a regenerator, I guarantee that there is nothing wrong with my medicine."

"I believe you, Mr. Gaius." Colson said, "One bottle plus a roll of doctor's aloe bandage, pack it up and take it away."