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Chapter 684 A Father-Son Scheme! (Second Update!)

"Compared to this aircraft carrier, Mr. President, shouldn't you be more worried about Mr. Adria?"

Navarro tilted his head and asked what was on his mind. His question left Barack, who had been struggling with his decision, with no choice.

Indeed, compared to China's somewhat haphazardly built aircraft carrier, the Adria was his biggest worry.

He now deeply regrets not shooting Adria dead at the airport, since even the dead can be used for experiments.

He regretted even more why he had handed over the experimental subjects and people to the Baltimore laboratory. If he hadn't handed them over, or if he had chosen a different laboratory, or a laboratory that wasn't so abstract, perhaps things wouldn't be so complicated now.

After pressing his forehead to think for a while, he picked up the phone on the table and dialed the number of America's Pacific and Indian Ocean Command Commander.

There is a time difference between Washington and Pearl Harbor. When Barack made the call, it rang for a long time before Damon answered from the other end.

No sooner had a greeting been received than Barak issued a series of commands:

"Let our aircraft carrier battle group be fully mobilized and visit the countries surrounding China. Let's go to each and every one of them and show them what a real aircraft carrier battle group is."

"Tell them to stop having those ridiculous ideas!"

"that's all!"

After hanging up the phone, Barack looked up at Navarro and asked, "Could you tell me where our Mr. Adria is right now?"

Navarro, sitting opposite him, raised his hand helplessly and nudged his shoulder: "Sir, I must apologize to you for this."

"The FBI is handling this. Our people tried to get involved, but the FBI stopped them."

"I'm powerless to help!"

After apologizing, Navarro promptly bent down and bowed deeply.

Barack's eyelids twitched at his action. He wanted to curse, but then he remembered that the CIA and FBI did have different roles: the CIA was responsible for foreign affairs, while the FBI was responsible for domestic affairs.

The CIA does have personnel in America, but not many.

The FBI has more personnel and can do a better job in investigating Adria's whereabouts.

He sighed and waved his hand: "You may leave now!"

Navarro turned around with a serious expression, head bowed, and left. As soon as he stepped out of the office, he raised his head, and a genuine smile appeared on his serious face.

Less than 20 minutes after he left, a middle-aged man rushed into the presidential office. It was Dean Davis, the FBI director, who had run over from the FBI headquarters next door.

Running into the president's office, Dean wiped the sweat from his brow and handed the documents to Barack:
"Sir, this is the investigation report of the laboratory accident. Please take a look."

While Barack was reviewing the documents, Dean carefully provided explanations in a gentle voice:
"After extensive inquiries, we can basically confirm that Edcia violated regulations during the experiment. He illegally injected Adria's blood into Lieutenant Allen's body, which caused unpredictable changes in Lieutenant Allen's body."

"Judging from the remaining video footage, our Lieutenant Allen has become a superman."

"Then, Lieutenant Allen, who had become Superman, along with his old comrade Lieutenant Chris, began killing and burning in the laboratory."

"During this process, Edcia and his researchers did not immediately contact security personnel to deal with Lieutenant Allen and Second Lieutenant Chris."

"Instead, they concealed it from the security personnel!"

“When we questioned the researchers separately, they also mentioned a detail: Edcia divided the dose into six portions, but in reality, only five people were injected.”

"When the dosage of the drug was reduced and it did not achieve the desired effect, he drew blood from Adria and injected it directly into Lieutenant Allen."

"In other words, it was Edcia's actions that led to all of this."

“We conducted a thorough inspection of the scene and finally found their escape route.”

"They first escaped to the canteen area, where there was a sewage treatment pipe that led to the laboratory's domestic sewage treatment pond, which was next to the wall."

"They escaped the laboratory by dismantling the inlet grate of the sewage treatment pipe, breaking through several isolation fences in the sewage treatment pipe, coming out of the domestic sewage treatment pool, and then crossing the wall."

"This pipeline is about 200 meters long, with no maintenance ports in the middle. The concentration of methane gas inside is very high. A normal person would die within 20 seconds if they went in."

But the three of them escaped!

Dean's explanation made Barack increasingly alarmed and disheartened.

Those guys were willing to cooperate with him to take down Adria because he, as president, was the most powerful person in America's eyes.

Those troops and the National Guard all need to be under his command.

Moreover, having people in one's own hands allows for a semblance of peace on the surface.

But now, the person has run away.

The next step is for everyone to use their unique abilities to capture Adria; whoever captures Adria will own her.

Moreover, that bastard Adria is no saint either; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to control the Jewish financial group for so long.

The Jewish financial group itself is not monolithic; those people have always been vying for power and profit. Now that Adria has escaped, someone will definitely use him for their own purposes and will definitely secretly fund this scoundrel. Once that scoundrel gets the money, he can regain his connections.

They will definitely target themselves, and they'll be the first to do so.

If you spend money and time raising a dog, and then it bites you in return, what kind of talk is that?

If this dog is served even a minute late, it's a disservice to yourself!

In that instant, Barack thought of Lincoln, thought of Kennedy, and then he slammed the file on the table and said to Dean beside him:

"I don't care what the cost, find these three guys for me, alive or dead!"

"Go!"

After Dean turned to leave, Barack picked up the phone on the table, but didn't know who to call. After thinking for a while, he called Sylvester.

As soon as the call connected, he immediately said to the person on the other end, "Your father is gone!"

There was a moment of silence on the other end, as if they didn't understand why he said that.

After a long while, Barack realized that his words were inappropriate and said again:
Your dad ran away!

"Not only did he run away, he also took with him a terrifying, genetically enhanced superhuman, maybe one and a half!"

"That's quite dangerous!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a sound of gritted teeth came from the other side:
"Barack, so many days have passed since that lab burned down, and you're only telling me the news now? Are you out of your mind?"

"Given my father's capabilities, he might already be planning how to kill me, and he might also be planning how to kill you!"

"Idiot!" "An idiot who could be in a museum!"

After a barrage of insults, Sylvester hung up the phone. Barack listened to the busy tone and felt a surge of anger. He then called Dean again.

There is only one command.

[Once Adria is discovered, guide her towards Sylvester!]

…………

new York.

In his luxurious penthouse in the city center, Sylvester tossed his phone aside, walked a few steps to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked out at the bustling city, and punched the tempered glass.

The tempered glass remained still, but Sylvester felt his hand was about to give out. After easing the pain, he walked back to the phone, picked it up, and made a call to his subordinates.

"I don't care what price you have to pay, I want you to find that old bastard as quickly as possible."

"Others? Don't worry about others. We need to remember that you get your money from me. If I have problems, you won't get your money back, and you shouldn't expect others to give you money either, because their money has to go to other people."

"Stop dawdling! Go now!"

After making the call, Sylvester scrolled through his phone until he found a number and sent it a message:
【Honey, come to 16 Smith Street!】

After sending the message, he tossed his phone aside and went into the bathroom to wash up.

Meanwhile, in the park downstairs, three men dressed as drug addicts lay on a park bench, their eyes fixed on the building in front of them.

These three people were Allen and his two companions who had escaped from the Baltimore laboratory.

In the middle is Adriana, on the left is Chris, and on the right is Allen.

After a moment, Allen shifted his position and spoke to Adria beside him: "You don't even know where your son lives?"

Adria turned her face, revealing a disdainful look:

“I own countless properties, many of which I don’t even remember where they are, let alone these little brats.”

"Hehe!" Chris chuckled, pulling his tattered clothes tighter around himself. "Shall I go knock on the door?"

Before he could finish speaking, Adria rolled her eyes at him: "There are hundreds of residents in this building. If you knock on each one one by one, how long will it take?"

Chris chuckled again at those words. He shifted to the side, crossed his arms, and stared blankly into his eyes. "You don't know where your son lives. I told you to find your old friends, but you're too scared to go. I suggested you knock on their doors, but you said it wasn't necessary. So tell me, what should I do with him?"

"We were willing to stay with you because you said you had money, but now you have nothing. Tell me, should I kill you, or should I kill you?"

"Heh!" Adria let out a cold laugh, glancing sideways at Chris: "The three of us are now gold in the eyes of those rich people. I know their habits and methods, and I also know how to avoid them."

"You can choose not to cooperate with me, but if you get caught, don't blame me for not warning you."

“I don’t know where that kid lives, but we just saw his car.”

"Now that he's here, things are much easier."

Give me the lighter!

Chris rummaged in his pocket, pulled out a flint and steel lighter, and casually tossed it into Adria's hand: "What are you going to do?"

"Set it on fire!" Adria laughed as she stood up and walked towards the building across the street.

Upon hearing that the other party was planning to set the fire, Chris quickly got up to stop them, but before he could speak, he was stopped by Allen.

Allen shook his head at him, then got up and walked to the other side.

Chris followed closely behind, constantly asking, "Is this bastard going to kill someone!"

“He wouldn’t dare!” Allen replied, rolling up his sleeves.

"He dared not go to his old friends, because in their eyes, his organs, flesh, and blood were all very valuable."

“He goes to see their old friends, can stand in the door, and in two hours at most, he will be off to the five oceans and six continents.”

"Split up."

“His old friend told him that his son was active here, which was certainly intended to make the father and son fight each other, but at the same time, it was also an attempt to trap him.”

"The best thing would be for him to kill his son, and then for his old friends to capture him, thus eliminating two threats at once."

"He wouldn't dare to move!"

"At most, we'll cause some riots, and then, while his son is out, we'll find a way to kill him."

After taking a few steps forward, Allen suddenly stopped, picked up a cigarette butt from the ground, took out a lighter, eagerly lit the cigarette, and took a very enjoyable puff.

Seeing his blissful expression, Chris instinctively wanted to take a step back, to create some distance between them, but before he could, Allen shoved a cigarette butt into his mouth.

"Be careful of those two people who look like a young couple, under that streetlight to my left!"

These words made Chris forcibly stop his urge to back away. He then put the cigarette butt in his mouth, took a puff, and spat it onto the ground. Then, in a fit of rage, he kicked Allen.

While kicking the man, he was also looking at the couple Allen had mentioned.

The weather in June.

The two men were actually wearing long, thick trench coats, but perhaps because they were so incompetent, those coats couldn't even conceal their guns.

Furthermore, the two of them stood there the whole time, constantly looking around, making them look like two human searchlights on duty.

"How do we do it?" Chris asked in a low voice.

Allen casually raised his right hand and pulled it across his neck: "Ask them to borrow some equipment!"

The two agreed, then bent down together to search for cigarette butts on the main road, crossing the road as they searched, and approaching each other.

As Chris and his partner approached, the man in the couple flicked his finger and threw his cigarette butt on the ground.

The cigarette butt had barely hit the ground when Allen executed a graceful roll and leap, snatching the half-burnt cigarette butt from his hand. He brushed the ash off the butt, and right in front of the man opposite him, popped the cigarette into his mouth and stood up, basking in the afterglow.

He took a drag and then exhaled the smoke.

This seemingly provocative gesture infuriated the man opposite him. He strode towards Allen and reached for the cigarette butt: "Spit it out and throw it away!"

(End of this chapter)