He wasn't aware of the bends and turns inside this behemoth, but was exceptionally cautious.
Big Brother did not meet with him alone, causing Smith to not even know exactly who he was affiliated with.
The entire military base was not in the United States of America itself, Smith was not panicked in his heart, even that demonic island had allowed him to escape, a military base, as long as he utilized his mysterious ability given by the potion, even if he managed to get some military secrets out of it, it would not be very difficult in his opinion.
"Ka~"
The door to the room was opened, and a man with the rank of Lieutenant Colonel walked in from outside.
Carrying a document bag in his hand, his gaze was like that of a vulture. This made Smith uncomfortable.
"Smith?"
"Yes, sir."
Only the officer across the room shook his head, a sneer spreading across his face, "Maybe you haven't looked at your own face."
Smith frowned at that and held out his hand in front of him to look at it, no signs of aging other than some sagging skin.
Lifting his head, "I know, it was in the course of working for Embry-Riddle that I became like this."
The officer only shook his head to himself, "Listen man! I'd believe you if you were Smith's old man with that look."
Smith was just about to retort when he saw the officer unwrap his paper bag and pull out his identification.
On the paperwork, a handsome and solid young man appeared there.
"Honestly, Smith. I can't really imagine what kind of work you actually do in Embraer." A small smile tugged at the officer's face, quickly dropping it, "This looks almost as good as human experimentation."
Smith frowned, "What do you mean?"
The officer shrugged, "Literally, maybe with some artistic exaggeration added to the treatment."
Smith forced a small smile, "It seems I have no artistic talent."
"Is that so?" The officer didn't care, instead pulling out a small mirror. To be honest, he would have preferred to take that one picture of the other man, but unfortunately that cell phone stuff was forbidden in the military, especially in a rather important military base.
Pushing the small mirror in front of Smith, the mirror that was covered by the palm of his hand, the officer's face was still serious, "I suggest you don't look."
"Heh, I know about this, isn't it just aging a bit?"
With that, he nudged the other side of the mirror, letting it cross out from under the officer's hand.
"You're going to regret this."
Smith just smirked, picking up the mirror and skimming it.
The officer clasped his hands to his chest and looked at Smith, who was frozen in place. Coming around behind him he patted him on the shoulder, "Like I said, this guy is scarier than any horror movie, and no one's going to want to take this shit."
The color of Smith's face shifted back and forth, and in the mirror, his hair was already growing towards gray, and he figured it wouldn't be long before it finished going gray! There were more wrinkles on his face, making his whole body look more like an old man in his seventies!
Fist clenched, inside the loss of youthful vitality, Smith can no longer feel the sense of power in his clenched fist.
It was a world away from before his escape!
He knew that this was all a consequence of the potion. Those cute little gadgets had become the death that now claimed his life!
It was as if a person about to drown was grasping for the last straw.
Smith didn't even dare to use his abilities easily anymore, his face slightly changed in panic, "Can you guys help me?"
The officer's original vulture-like eyes eased at this time, still slightly narrowed, "Of course, Dr. Smith. The base is full of goodies you can't even imagine."
Finally, another intentional mention was made, "Even Embry-Riddle would covet it."
"Embraer Embraer," Smith rambled from his chair, a hint of fierceness flashing in his azure-refined eyes!
"All of it, and I'll make them pay for it!"
The officer went out and pressed at his left ear, "Report.
The target's emotions have been thrown into disarray and the plan can be implemented at any time."
"Good, how accurate is that information he brought with him?"
"A small portion has been confirmed, and other information is being verified. But it should all be proven through experimentation."
The older man in the headset coughed twice, "That's great, I never thought that Embraer would give us so many surprises. Remember, guard against those guys, never let them see Smith!"
"Then Smith he."
"Find out why he's aging and get rid of him if you have to!"
Even through the headset, the vulture officer could feel the murderous aura and scrambled to say yes.
The sound of electricity in the headset flashed again, in that no sound came out.
The officer took a look at the house behind him, and his expression gradually became serious.
Far away from the United States of America itself, a uniformed old man sat on the sofa of his house, the TV was playing amusing comedy, but it could not attract his mind in the slightest.
"Embryo?" The old man's hands were heavy in front of his stomach as he stood up, looking from behind, there was no twilight of an old man at all.
Looking out the window as the birds flew away, a flash of light flickered in his cloudy eyes!
"Brooks I will make you pay! I'll let you know, even if there is a superhero, what can it do? Can it change the situation?"
"Ha~ah~"
Madoka stretched out a bit, but couldn't muster up a bit of energy, "How long are you going to keep searching?"
The little man who had a three-quarter resemblance to himself was still floating in mid-air, all sorts of evidential information had been compiled, and now the Red Queen was searching for the man named Smith.
Looking towards the somewhat small handsome-looking young man in the projection, Madoka shook her head. Smith, the most popular surname in the United States, was on par with the surname called 'King' in that country across the ocean.
The Red Queen had traced her way from the island codenamed A-2 all the way to the United States, and then sent a group of Andrei's men to plant gadgets around the Pentagon that could hack into the area network.
It was densely packed with all sorts of relationships, and all sorts of information attached to it that made Madsan's eyes glaze over.
Randomly clicking on an official's relevant records, all sorts of information, photos, and videos, simply let Maniac Three reacquaint himself with this world!
The corners of his mouth twitched, "Although I knew that there aren't many good things in this group of people, it's really out of my expectation."
After the Red Queen, who was floating in mid-air, confirmed the last thing, the entire projection transformed into a map.
Right in the center, a small red dot flashed back and forth, and next to it came a large pile of information, among which was the elderly version of Smith.
"Master, I'm going to destroy this place."
Seeing the information information stolen by Smith, Madoka's face remained unchanged, "Remember to clean up the little tail."
"As you wish."
Earth's near-Earth orbit, the location of 'Left Eye'.
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