Chapter 808: The vampires still have high tastes. Simmons is infected with the alien virus

Gaius Divination House.

Aaron looked at the new sign, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

Open the door, and you will see two curved staircases on the left and right leading directly to the second floor. At the entrance of the stairs are two identical circular fountains, perfectly embodying 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, and is full of mystery.

There were two rows of shelves behind his desk, one row contained various types of potions he brewed, and the other row contained various expensive liquors and special wine glasses.

The secret room is built behind the shelves and can be opened by rotating the lucky cat ornament next to the fortune-telling room. The space is several times larger than the previous underground secret room.

The room to 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 without interfering 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!

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

Abe also nodded with satisfaction, especially since there was a luxurious and comfortable little bed next to the desk. It was obvious who it was prepared for. This is called foresight!

"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 back comfortably on the sofa.

"System, open the task panel."

"Okay, host."

[Miles Layden was found;

Completing the mission rewards 100 magic points; there is no penalty for mission failure; Completed]

[Save Chen Haoran;

Completing the mission rewards 200 magic points; there is no penalty for mission failure; Completed]

[Save Chen Haoran's life;

Completing the mission rewards 200 magic points; there is no penalty for mission failure; Completed]

"Even small amounts of money can add up to a lot!

Collect them all. ”

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

"It's not satisfactory!"

......

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

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

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

Even though he only had half the magic power, he was confident that his current level of Transfiguration was such that no one in Asgard could see through him except Odin, and he gradually gained the identity of an Asgardian.

However, to be on the safe side, he simply disguised himself as an ordinary civilian and would not interact with others unless necessary.

In addition, his communication with Qin became more frequent and their relationship further warmed up.

It was a pity that it was not convenient for him to take the initiative to look for her, and Professor X did not allow his mutant students to leave the School for Gifted Youngsters at will, otherwise Jean might move in with him.

It is worth mentioning that Frank took his role as the arbitrator very seriously. He had digested most of the potion and it wouldn’t be long before he could try to be promoted to Sequence 8 sheriff.

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

"Dear Master." The prophecy book on the bookshelf suddenly spoke, "A cosmic wonder that occurs once every thousands of years is about to come. At that time, the nine kingdoms on the World Tree will be connected in a straight line."

"Nine planets in a row?" Aaron touched his chin. "This cosmic wonder that occurs once every few thousand years should be much more spectacular than a 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 courtyard, he can easily go to any kingdom on the world tree. "

"What do you mean?"

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

Aaron's mouth twitched, and his mood instantly turned sour.

Eight portals! One of them must include 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 troops to quell the rebellion of the nine kingdoms, and he showed off his muscles.

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

Jingle Bell...

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

"Hey! 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!"

"If I hadn't had to, I wouldn't have bothered you, but this time I might have to rely on you."

"Calm down, Agent Coulson, calm down." Aaron said nonchalantly, "I know you are anxious, but don't be anxious yet, I have a very interesting prophecy to share with you..."

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

"Okay! Please tell me what happened?"

“An alien virus that originated from the Chitauri helmet.

The virus is transmitted from person to person, not through air or direct liquid contact, but rather by static electricity.”

"so?"

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

"Uh...get to the point."

"Simmons was infected with the virus."

"Oh! That's really unlucky."

"I'm not in the mood to joke." Coulson looked at Simmons, who was squatting on the floor in the lab, and took a deep breath. "She has two hours at most."

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

“Atlantic Center.”

Aaron:......

"Haha! This joke really isn't funny at all."

"Just think of it as me trying desperate measures!" Coulson said helplessly, "If you have any ideas, tell me right away. Don't you call yourself a regeneration master? You should also be familiar with viruses!"

Aaron rolled his eyes, "Try your best!"

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

It's true that he is a regenerator, and it will only take a few minutes for him to deal with the so-called alien virus, but Atlantic Center... Simmons is beyond saving, so prepare a dress for his funeral!

"The host triggers a new mission."

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

[Rescue Jemma Simmons;

Completing the mission will reward you with 500 magic points; there will be no penalty for mission failure; do you accept it? 】

"really."

Aaron rubbed his forehead, feeling speechless.

Five hundred magic points were not a small amount for him now, but he couldn't use a portal to reach the Atlantic Ocean within two hours!

Although Kamar-Taj's magic is "legal" on Earth, that is only for those who know Kamar-Taj. For ordinary people, magic is really inconceivable, and he doesn't want to expose the magician's identity casually.

"Master, are you hesitating?" Abe asked. It is now a Sequence 8 mind reader, so it can naturally see Aaron's dilemma at the moment.

"That's about right!" Aaron couldn't deny it. "After all, we know each other. I don't want Simmons to get into trouble, but I can't expose my magic over the Atlantic Ocean!"

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

"You make it sound so easy, without using magic..." Aaron paused, and suddenly remembered that he was also an alchemist. "Forget it, for the sake of 500 magic points, I'll be a little more high-profile this time!"

"You stay at home and I'll be back in a few hours."

"I understand, Master."

Aaron walked out of the fortune-telling house and drove the motorcycle out of the garage.

After a quick drive, Aaron arrived in the suburbs and turned on the flight mode.

The two tires automatically retracted, and the motorcycle hovered in the air. At the same time, a blue and white flame was ejected from the tail, rushing straight into the sky.

......

Meanwhile, Airbus Labs.

Simmons was isolated in the laboratory, and Fitz handed her a stun gun-like tool outside.

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

Finding a mineralized solution that can delay the vaccine and conduct electricity is not easy.”

"I don't like you using the word 'vaccine'. It's more like antiserum." Simmons said reluctantly, then picked up the applicator loaded with 'antiserum' and walked towards the first mouse. "These antibodies should be able to find the antigens of the virus, if this damn alien virus has antigens."

Simmons picked up the mouse and touched it with the release device.

Noisy!

There was a flash of blue lightning, and the little white mouse squeaked before she put it back into the cage.

“Come on! Come on! Come on…”

Amid the anxious prayers, the little white mouse slowly floated up, and then a tiny blue electric current flashed in the cage and pierced the mouse's brain.

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 made well, she will die, and it will be a very painful death.

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

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

"Yes, I have a way."

"Say it."

"Please open the door. I'm at the back of the plane now."

"Ah?" Coulson was stunned for a moment. Before he could react, Fitz ran past him and quickly lowered the gangway of the Airbus.

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

click!

Aaron slowed down and braked, then drifted in along the gangway.

"OMG!" Skye paused in astonishment, "This seems much cooler than Lola."

Coulson pursed his lips and said nothing in reply.

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

This is totally not the same brand, and it seems that compared to this motorcycle, Lola really seems like an antique.

"So...where are things now?" Aaron asked after parking the motorcycle.

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

"How long does she have?"

"Almost an hour."

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

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

"Don't get me wrong, I mean there's still plenty of time to deal with the alien virus."

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

"Why else would I be here? To a regeneration master, a mere alien virus is nothing.

The Chitauri are not even third-rate in the universe, and 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 through the glass.

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

"You are talented enough to have managed to hold on until now. I have three solutions to the problem.

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

As for the second one..."

Aaron laughed dryly and took out a golden hair from his space ring, "This is Thor's hair. I plucked a few strands when he wasn't paying attention on the sky carrier.

Don't get me wrong, I don't have the special fetish you think, it's just that God's hair might be a good alchemical material.

As I said earlier, there are beings more powerful than the Chitauri who can completely ignore this virus, and Thor is definitely one of them."

"Do you want to use it for experiments?" Simmons asked excitedly, "Isn't this... a bit presumptuous?"

"Jemma." Fitz rolled his eyes at her speechlessly. "Don't worry about whether it's presumptuous or not at this moment. Your life is already on the countdown."

"If you find it presumptuous, I have this." Aaron said as he took out a red-gold feather from the ring, "A phoenix feather.

Compared to the Phoenix, the Chitauri are nothing but scum."

"Um..." Coulson interrupted with a wry smile, "Could it be the Phoenix you are talking about?"

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, any other questions?"

After getting a positive answer, Coulson's expression became particularly interesting, "No more."

"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 the surgery on her. It will only take half a minute.

So, which one do you choose?"