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Chapter 487 The Fountain of Youth (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

The so-called Fountain of Youth comes from a legend of the Caribbean indigenous people. It initially pointed to the island of Bimini in the Bahamas. The Spanish explorer Ponce de León once set sail to find the Fountain of Youth, but ultimately failed to find it.

Legend has it that drinking the water from the Fountain of Youth will grant one the ability to live forever.

Clearly, this Bell Labs affiliated with Johns Hopkins University, with its so-called "Fountain of Youth" project, is trying to find a way to prolong people's lives from Wayne's healing abilities.

Wayne would never participate in any human experiments for a mere $1 million.

Now that the other party has come under the guise of cooperation, there's no need to immediately break off relations. Just give them a number that's completely unacceptable, and then conduct a covert investigation.

"Sir, did I hear that right? One trillion US dollars?"

Hitt's face was filled with disbelief, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily, revealing an extremely speechless smile.

"Did you know that Elon Musk, the world's richest man, is only worth around $9000 billion? It is said that his SpaceX is about to go public, and at that time it will barely reach $1 trillion."

"What are you talking about? Is this a joke?"

"Excuse me for being blunt, but this is not funny."

He also knew some of the reasons behind the "Fountain of Youth" project and had seen the videos.

In his view, it was at most just some special healing ability.

It might be an illusion created by the AI ​​repair, we don't even know if they saw it or not.

At least a blood test should be done first.

Even Batman's net worth is only around 1000 billion US dollars.

Wayne's asking price of one trillion dollars is simply insane.

The joke went too far.

However, the black-haired, black-eyed man in front of him showed no sign of joking. Instead, he shook his head slightly and said, "No, Mr. Hitt, I'm not joking. This is my offer."

Seeing the other person's serious expression, Hit's smile gradually faded.

He looked at Wayne with a solemn expression, straightened his collar, unbuttoned the top button, and shook his head slightly, saying, "Mr. Wayne, if I were you, I would never do this—do you know what you're facing?"

"So, you were prepared to reject the 'Fountain of Youth' project from the very beginning? That's really—a very unwise choice."

"I admit, you are indeed very valuable, but everything has its price cap."

He then looked around, especially at the homeless people sleeping by the roadside, loosened his tie, and turned to Wayne, saying, "I think I can put it another way—the Russian gang is indeed a big problem, isn't it? That Mr. Andrei wants you dead?"

"Oh, and the Mexican Mafia, tsk tsk, that's a massive criminal organization with tens of thousands of members. Their Mafia Commission has issued an arrest warrant for you—you might not know this, but this Commission is one of the prototypes for the High Table in John Wick, ruthless and mysterious—"

"These are all very serious problems, aren't they?"

Hit looked at Wayne provocatively; clearly, he had conducted thorough research on Wayne and came fully prepared.

He is a skilled negotiator.

"As long as you participate in the Fountain of Youth project, the big shots behind our project team can directly help you solve these problems. Whether it's the Russian gang or the Mexican mafia, it's no problem. How about it?"

Hitt's expression turned solemn as he continued to ask.

In his view, these conditions were extremely tempting and enough to make the other party obediently comply.

Regardless of how many people Wayne's so-called Kingdom of Heaven Church has attracted, it is still just an ordinary, shady street church.

It has no real influence whatsoever.

There was no way they could withstand those two major criminal groups.

Choosing to cooperate is the only way out for the other party.

To Hitt's disappointment, the man before him completely ignored his words and calmly said, "If those people you speak of truly desire blessing and salvation, let them come to me. This will be their only chance."

With that, Wayne turned around and went back into his tent without even glancing at Hit.

Seeing this, Hitt's face flushed with anger, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Stubborn fool!"

Wayne's arrogance far exceeded his expectations.

Perhaps it was arrogance, or perhaps it was ignorance, but the other party simply did not understand what the medical consortium behind Johns Hopkins University really meant.

Does a mere street-street saint, even if he possesses some strange powers, really think he is Jesus?

Is he still alive?

That's a joke!

Seeing that the other party had already entered the tent, Hitt became calmer.

He put the documents away and said towards the tent, "Mr. Wayne, I think you might need some more time to think it over. If you've made up your mind, please call me—"

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As he spoke, he took out a business card and handed it to Rod, who was standing next to him.

"I will also take your words back; I still hope that we can reach a cooperation agreement."

After speaking, Hitt straightened up, raised his head slightly, and looked at Rhodes and the others with a hint of arrogance in his eyes. He then turned and disappeared into the night under the watchful eyes of Rhodes and the others.

After Hitt had completely left, Wayne dialed a number inside the tent.

The phone was answered after only two rings. Former FBI agent Miller's voice came through, sounding unusually eager and excited: "Oh, boss, you finally called! I've been waiting for your instructions ever since you went to Los Angeles."

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"Also, I'd like to report on my work first. As per your instructions, I've recruited four colleagues who left the FBI to form a five-person team. We've been spending money but haven't received any work instructions, which is really—a bit unsettling."

Wayne smiled slightly and said, "No need to rush, Miller. Sometimes rest is part of the job. Now I have some work to give you—"

"Johns Hopkins University Bell Medical Laboratory, Fountain of Youth Project, Hite Harrison, I need more details."

Miller responded quickly, a hint of excitement in his voice: "Of course, sir. I happen to have a batch of data from Johns Hopkins University and Fort Detrick. I think we'll get some detailed information—are there any other tasks?"

Wayne continued, "I need to get to know California Lieutenant Governor Fauci better."

Miller replied readily, "Of course, sir, as you wish."

After giving Miller his instructions, Wayne dialed another number.

This time, it took almost a minute for the call to connect, and a somewhat languid voice answered: "Oh my God, Mr. Wayne, what brings you here? Did the leather you mentioned arrive?"

This is the buyer from Johns Hopkins University that Wayne met at the St. Mary Biotech Company's body auction.

A leather tailor.

Wayne's lips curled into a slight smile as he said, "Indeed, Mr. Ganon Philip, there are some things I'd like to ask you—about Johns Hopkins—"

[You see rolling waves on the dark sea, and the shadow of a sea monster emerges from the water. You offer yourself as bait, and perhaps in the not-too-distant future you will be able to catch some big fish.]

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