When Alice learned the news and came from Los Angeles thousands of miles away, Christmas was about to pass.

The private jet landed at London Airport, followed by the company's temporary rental helicopter on-site transfer. When Alice walked towards it, she saw that the welcome was Spencer herself and the pilot was Jackson.

The phone was called by Monica and briefly described the situation at that time, including a series of subsequent arrangements. Mr. Spencer and Professor Delov were in charge of security affairs, and Captain Jackson, who was in charge of security affairs, firmly guarded the information channels and did not disturb any outsiders for the time being.

"Tell me about the current situation." Alice said through the headset by boarding the plane and putting on her earmuffs: "Everything is normal in Brudy? Are you sure the six five-mm bullets didn't kill him!?"

"Small caliber, the lethality is weaker, but Brody is also lucky. He...it's hard to explain!"

During the helicopter taking off, it was still very loud through the hatch door. Spencer also said through the headset: "The bullet shot into the lower abdomen, but it did not hurt the internal organs. This is a good thing. However, his wound healing speed is a bit...unreasonably fast."

“How to say it?”

The plane began to fly southwest. Spencer sorted out what happened in the past 24 hours and quickly explained to Alice: "Think about it, gunshot wounds like this often have to be in a coma on the hospital bed for a few hours after work in the surgical room. But not only did he pick out bullets with his fingers at the scene of the shooting, but he could still take a car back to Exeter and then undergo surgery at the institute. Isn't this enough to explain the problem?"

Alice's expression was obviously a little impatient: "Of course I know this, so I still have to ask Drov in the specific situation. Let me talk about Monica, is she okay?"

"Miss Monica's ankle sprain has been cured. Your assistant is so admirable. In that case, you can still think about keeping it secret and endure the pain and travel a long distance..."

Spencer was obviously a little incoherent, and Alice swept him silently, without saying anything. This kind of thing happened at Christmas, and it was not easy to deal with by a simple elite in the workplace. When she looked at Captain Jackson, the one was obviously much more stable.

"So I really think..."

"Where are hers?"

Alice suddenly interrupted Spencer's gushing.

"Man, ah, yes."

Spencer was quiet and breathed a sigh of relief: "Professor Drove took her."

After that, she had nothing to say and waited for the plane to arrive at her destination in an hour. During the whole journey, the atmosphere in the small helicopter was awkward. Even though the propeller outside kept flapping its wings, the inside was still as cold as an ice cave. Although Alice didn't say anything, everyone could see that she was full of anger.

This time happened very quickly and was extremely serious. The owner of the group company just passed Christmas Eve and flew thousands of miles away to half of the earth. The company's industry encountered unknown people infiltrated the investigation, and the boss's personal secretary and bodyguard encountered an accident. The clay figure was all angry, let alone her?

Although it was only about an hour, the journey was so uncomfortable that Spencer had to act in a slumber, and Alice was too lazy to talk.

During the entire sleeping process, Spencer often felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. When the helicopter passed halfway through the voyage, he couldn't help but take out two pieces of cardiovascular drugs with health-care effects and swallowed them into his stomach.

Alice only glanced at him and said nothing.

I feel bad, I feel embarrassed, because Alice has been enduring the impulse. Monica and Brudy were both her own people, and were suddenly attacked by a "tall Eastern European girl" who suddenly attacked. To describe it in a relatively second-rate way, this is already considered an offense to the slightest.

Humph, a tall blonde girl with an Eastern European style?

Alice knew who it was when she heard this description, and of course Monica knew it too.

I'm so embarrassed to make Spencer feel uncomfortable. After all, at this moment, this small cabin can contain a huge amount of spiritual energy waves. Alice is really trying to suppress herself, so as not to accidentally become the "Evil Edition of Professor x" and crush the female spy who is being locked in the research center to pieces.

If I had done that...

Once you have played any game, you can never play it again.

“Osville.”

When the outside world scenery was occupied by the green plain, Alice finally spoke: "There is at least half of this possibility, and it is the behavior of other medical consortiums. You are the former president of Pfizer Group Europe, do you have any ideas?"

As she said that, she looked at Spencer with bright eyes.

As if he fell into an ice waterfall, looking at Alice's dazzling blue eyes, Spencer suddenly remembered an old saying - the more he knew, the more he understood his ignorance.

For example, he doesn't know whether Alice is reading her own heart right now.

He didn't know, and he actually didn't know whether Alice could do this, but just think about the white lotus blooming at the bottom of the institute, he knew what his most appropriate choice was.

"In theory, even if there is a company that wants to do something to the umbrella company, it will not be possible so quickly."

"Our Soma, as of the 31st of this month, has only been on the market for a month. Although we have caused a sensation in the London market this month, it is impossible for our peers to send commercial spies with guns to sneak into pharmaceutical factories in the middle of the night."

Alice remained silent.

Spencer paused for a moment and said, "So there are only two kinds of origins of that woman. One was sent by competitors from your other industries, and the other was that the Soviet Union also wanted to produce Soma, so he sent government agents to spy on it. But..."

"But if it was the ruling Soviet party before Gorbachev, it would be possible to send agents to obtain technology and then run state-run production. Now they will be completely pulled."

Therefore, simple self-guessment has blocked the road.

Spencer didn't know where the female spy was.

Isn't this the same thing with Alice?

She didn't think it was related to Drakken Rig Company at all, the problem was only personal. Just like if she acquired Mobil Oil one day, she would definitely not need to have any trouble with DreamWorks Lawrence, and investigating them from Drakken's perspective has proven invalid in the past few months of ineffective efforts.

Viple Pushkin, a business representative, lives in So-and-Some, how much is his salary? O'Brien Andrew, an independent director, has a real estate in Switzerland and has some scattered investments in various regions around the world, especially a warehouse in Los Angeles. Not that nothing has been found, but it is obviously useless.

Nothing to say all the way, then arrive at your destination.

The helicopter slowly landed in the distance of the research center. Evan Deloff came to greet him in a white coat and pockets with his hands. Standing two meters away from him, Monica was obviously fine, just wearing sportswear and soft-soled shoes.

"Monica, Evan!"

Riding the gust of the propeller, Alice quickly walked forward and said, "Monica, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Alice."

The wind from the propeller blew the lawn, and the long hair under the beret fluttered continuously. Monica stepped forward and hugged Alice: "Brudy is on the second floor, and she is still the same room, so she shouldn't be sleeping now."

Alice let go of her and made fun of her: "I think we'll just change that room into a special ward. Evan, let's talk about other things, let's take a look at Brody first!"

As she said that, she strode towards the door of the institute, and the other two could see clearly. She glanced at the ground with a cold expression.

The second floor of the institute is a place for leisure and relaxation. Recently, the infirmary has been added. They are all floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and you can see it from a distance. Seven or eight people led by Ada and Harry are all gathering in front of Brody's bed and talking about something.

Alice pushed open the door: "You guy, you guy, a boy who survived the disaster!"

"Sister Alice!?"

"Yeah, isn't this the boss?"

Ada pounced on her and was patted by Alice. Harry said to Brudy with a smile: "It sounds like no bastard, I, Harry, aren't you? You are called a boy who survives the disaster!"

Brody was lying on the hospital bed. Although she was a patient, she was obviously full of qi and blood, not like she was hit by six bullets in her stomach. As soon as Monica entered the house, she quickly walked to the hospital bed. This scene made everyone around her smile on her face.

"Boss, I've made you worried." Not only did it look okay, he also had a red apple in his hand.

Alice nodded: "Thank you for your hard work, buddy, be careful when choosing a date location in the future. You are a warm love film, don't go to the wrong set of "Die Hard"."

There were a lot of people watching the fun around him, and all the staff burst into laughter, and they looked around with malicious eyes. Of course, Alice was not surprised by this development. Brudy was obviously more happy, but this made Monica suffer, and she smiled so embarrassingly.

"Brudy's injury recovered very quickly."

Fortunately, Drov quickly followed: "I can't lift the gauze to show you now. This is an MRI. You can clearly see his wound healing, including subcutaneous tissue, fat, etc."

Alice immediately became serious, and as she took over the things, Harry silently called the group of people watching the fun to leave the room.

"Evan, what are the ingredients for our first Superman Fortifier?"

Drove stood beside the girl, her eyes continuously swept across Brody's rosy and healthy face, under the bedding, and finally stopped on the MRI.

"The more serious the injury, the more obvious it is. The three times the recovery power is enough to produce miraculous effects for the wounded trauma."
Chapter completed!