The truth was that Team A's research had made significant progress, but it was still a far cry from the artificial, safe, and controllable final results that some people imagined.
Capitalists were greedy, but it was ridiculous to try to buy a Bugatti with money that was only enough to buy a scrapped pickup truck.
Even though the Sentinel Special Services had already invested billions of dollars and had been working for more than ten years, this was really just the beginning for the ultimate goal.
A goal that would take at least a hundred years and trillions of dollars to achieve could be achieved with just a few billion dollars in ten years? If there really was such a good thing, who would be stupid enough to give all the benefits to those people?
For example, hadn't he only gotten some benefits for himself? He looked at the woman in leather on the phone. It was a pity that those guys couldn't take it anymore after this little bit of benefit.
Of course, this little personal benefit had cost him the research base's best research results and 200 million dollars in raw materials. Even he, the instigator of this, had to fork out some of his personal resources.
As long as he was willing to sell this "benefit," it would be worth at least a billion dollars.
But he couldn't do this unless he was confident that he could escape or if he couldn't do it anymore.
No matter how much trouble he had caused with the Sentinel Special Services over the years, he would be silently blamed for it.
As long as he showed any intention of running away, those bigshots would throw the blame at him.
The more he thought about it, the more depressed the middle-aged man became. He didn't want to continue. "Fine, be careful over there. Let me know if anything happens."
After they hung up, the big truck at the research base had already moved the "packages" back into the base.
The reason why the base had used a special truck at such a close distance was still because of the rules.
The longer any of the six "packages" were exposed, the more dangerous it would be, and the more complicated the subsequent warehousing procedures would be.
In fact, when the six "packages" were sent off the broken truck, their heads were covered with black cloth bags to avoid exposing their faces.
Luke was currently in the back of the spare truck. He was sitting close to the front of the truck, and was in the blind spot of the surveillance cameras in the truck.
When the group of people moved the "packages" earlier, he had found an opportunity to sneak in. His muscle control allowed him to move without alerting anyone.
When the truck entered the base, the door opened again, and he left the truck with the people who were moving the "packages."
At this point, the first step of the secret infiltration was complete.
He didn't follow the movers to where the 'packages' were going. Instead, he left at a suitable place and ducked into a dead end.
A moment later, a few mini drones flew out from the ventilation duct in the corner.
The entire base was inside the dam, so the ventilation system had to be good. Otherwise, no one would be able to stay here for long.
Of course, there were no ventilation ducts that people could crawl through like in movies.
The ventilation ducts here could at most allow a seven or eight-year-old child to pass through, provided that the vibration alarm and infrared detectors in the ducts were not triggered.
Leaning against the wall, Luke hummed softly.
His voice did not travel out of the sealed armor. It was a form of self-entertainment.
On the virtual screen, he was commanding the mini drones to move forward.
With the completion of the ventilation duct map, the layout of the entire base became clear.
As long as he considered living in a room, there must be ventilation ducts.
The ability that Luke needed the most this time had to be obtained from a living person. Other information wouldn't be of much use to him.
If superpowers were so controllable, why would they need Iron Man?
It was clear that Tony's technology was far more reliable than the development of superpowers in terms of cost-effectiveness and practicality.
Even ordinary people had a lot of difficult and complicated diseases that couldn't be treated, yet these people actually wanted to create artificial superpowers.
At the end of the day, this was all about the genetic level.
Treating most human diseases was the foundation of genetic research, and only after that were all kinds of superpowers.
It was just like how a person had to be healthy before they could consider longevity, and then longevity.
However, these greedy guys wanted to skip the basics and directly give people superpowers. The success rate and cost-effectiveness would only be extremely "touching."
Tony had never thought about that, because he knew that even if he threw all of Stark Industries' wealth into it, he might not be able to get much out of it.
For basic research on human genetics, hundreds of billions of dollars could only be considered preschool tuition.
Of course, Tony himself was more interested in machinery and industrial products.
If he turned the direction of the Son of Providence's inspiration to genetic technology, he might indeed come up with something incredible.
But geniuses all had their own quirks.
As long as they weren't interested, it would only take them twice the effort to get half the result if they buried their heads in a certain project.
Luke, who had been using his tycoon abilities for a long time, was a little like this.
But the bigger reason was that he didn't need genetic technology to obtain superpowers. Daddy System was enough.
If genetic technology wanted a person to have more than two abilities, it wasn't a matter of 1 + 1, but the distance between a car and a spaceship.
Compared with genetic technology that was far away, Luke still chose the system. Although it didn't provide magical abilities, it couldn't stop him from learning faster and better.
Thus, Luke, who wasn't greedy for more, stayed calm in that little blind spot where there were no surveillance cameras for five hours.
The mini drones were released in batches. There were as many as fifty of them, and they were parked near the vents of the key rooms, becoming qualified "ears."
There were more than two hundred combat personnel and more than twenty researchers stationed at this base.
But from what these people said, it seemed that Mr. Terras, who was in charge of the project, wasn't here, and that the highest authority was in the hands of a woman they called Miss Miller.
This Miss Miller didn't come out after entering the project leader's room.
There was no sound in the room. It was as quiet as a morgue.
Luke only marked the woman as an important target, and didn't test her.
If there were no accidents, he would definitely run into the other party this time. But this was a woman, so the problem might be very simple.
But apart from her, there was only one female researcher on the base, and there was little room for Elementary Pheromone Control.
It was three in the morning, and more than half of the people in the base were asleep. Only the combat personnel on the night shift were still patrolling very diligently.
But this professionalism was only on the surface.
This was the wilderness of the interior of Canada. Anyone who approached would be discovered several kilometers away.
These patrol personnel were already used to nothing happening, and weren't very vigilant.
Luke didn't delay any longer and started to move.
His first target was still the surveillance room, followed by Miss Miller, who was the temporary leader, and the commanders of the combat personnel.
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