Jarvis Is So Freaking Great, I Really Want to Secretly Take Him Home and Hide Him!

The soul of the attacker codenamed Bald Eagle had dull eyes, standing quietly and blankly in midair.

Richard pulled out his index finger, and the dazzling golden energy on his fingertip acted like a hook, pulling a long memory image resembling an old film strip out of the attacker's head.

This image was Bald Eagle's surface-level memory fragments from the past seventy-two hours.

Richard's five fingers on his right hand danced merrily across the "film strip" like little elves.

Fast-forwarding for a moment, then slowing down the next.

From time to time, he magnified the footage of a certain time period, then quickly shrunk it to switch to another...

From the memory images, it could be seen that Eagle's Nest should be the old lair where this group of suicide squad members lived and trained on ordinary days.

Their lives seemed extremely dull and boring; apart from training, eating, and sleeping, or going out on missions, they had no other entertainment activities whatsoever.

And every time they received a mission, it was communicated via phone voice messages. The voice on the other end of the line obviously used a voice changer, or belonged to someone skilled in ventriloquism who was altering their voice.

Suddenly, Richard's fingers stopped at a certain point in time, and he quickly magnified the footage of this exact moment.

The image displayed the scene where Bald Eagle's No. 7 team went out on a mission.

The moment Bald Eagle was getting into the vehicle, he raised his head and glanced at the gate where Eagle's Nest was located.

On the wall to the left of the gate, a line of text was exposed.

"Phoenix Biotech?"

Richard waved his hand casually, exiting the casting state of Spirit Vision Retrospection.

Bald Eagle's soul gave a jolt, turning into dim blue light spots from head to toe, slowly dissipating.

Immediately afterward, his body that had fallen to the ground also stopped breathing.

Richard took out his phone and contacted Tony Stark.

"Tony, have Jarvis help me check out a company or laboratory called Phoenix Biotech."

On the other other end of the line, Tony responded immediately: "Received, Jarvis, get to work."

"Alright, sir."

Then Tony's voice came over again: "Richard, how is Professor Jennings doing now?"

Richard lowered his head to glance at the deeply sleeping Old Professor: "The professor was drugged unconscious with ether by the attacker. Judging by the situation, he won't wake up until dawn tomorrow."

"That's good." Tony on the other end of the line also let out a sigh of relief.

Old Professor Jennings was a globally renowned medical master and a titan of surgery; proud as Tony Stark was, he still held him in deep reverence.

"Kid Richard, why did they attack Professor Jennings?"

"The matter has to start from Manhattan Presbyterian Hospital..."

Starting from the Emergency Department of Manhattan Presbyterian Hospital receiving that severely burned little girl, Richard briefly narrated the sequence of events.

On the other end of the phone, after listening to the cause and effect, Tony suddenly grew immensely interested: "I guess behind these attackers, there must be a hugely powerful organization."

"I think so too! That's why I took Christine to Kamar-Taj..." As he spoke, Richard wore a remorseful expression, "But later Professor Jennings accidentally got dragged into it..."

He said with relief: "This time, fortunately I arrived in time and saved the professor, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable!"

"The reaction of this group of people was extremely swift, and their style of doing things was also very vicious..."

"The moment the attacker saw me appear, he immediately drew his gun to shoot the professor!"

On the other end of the line, Tony couldn't help cursing: "What a bunch of crazy guys!"

At this moment, Jarvis finished gathering the information.

"Sir, there is a ninety percent probability that the 'Phoenix Biotech' mentioned by Mr. Richard is the Phoenix Biotechnology Company."

"The company was founded in 2003, and the founder is named Enoch Adam. Its main business operations are human health care products such as probiotics, algae calcium, and astaxanthin."

"However, according to the information I searched, there is someone else behind Enoch Adam."

"Through calculation, there is an eighty percent probability that it is William Samson, a state senator of the New York Senate."

"In addition, William Samson's current location is at xx-xx."

"Whoa!" Tony said in surprise on the other end of the line, "It looks like we've hooked a big fish."

Listening to Jarvis's report, tears of envy and jealousy directly flowed from the corners of Richard's mouth.

He suddenly remembered the intelligent program at the South Africa headquarters of the Red Mountain Group from his last time-travel.

Although it was far from comparable to Tony's Jarvis, its functions were actually already worthy of being called powerful!

I am so stupid!

Richard slapped himself across the face in his heart, missing a great opportunity!

A strong thought arose deep within his heart...

I want to kidnap Jarvis and take him home!

Uh, forget it...

I must get a powerful artificial intelligence helper like Jarvis!

"Jarvis, well done!" Richard couldn't help praising.

"???" Tony on the other end of the line was inexplicably a bit jealous, "Hey, kid, the person you should thank is me!"

Richard rolled his eyes, perfunctorily praising: "Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Tony Stark, you did well too~"

"Pfft~" Pepper's suppressed laughter came from the other end of the line.

"Hey, Pepper~" Tony shouted unhappily.

Richard couldn't be bothered to continue teasing Tony anymore. The top priority right now was to go catch William Samson first.

Right now, he didn't dare underestimate the reaction speed of the mastermind behind the scenes at all.

"Alright, Tony, let's chat again later. I'm going to go catch that William Samson first."

Hanging up the phone, Richard first teleported back to Greenpoint Apartments.

Temporarily settling Professor Jennings on the bed in the bedroom.

"This matter must be kept from Clea~"

Muttering a sentence, Richard opened a portal to William Samson's location.

The moment he appeared, a pungent smell of alcohol fermentation mixed with the stench of chestnut blossoms hit him squarely in the face.

Lifting his eyes to look, William Samson was stark naked, hugging a big-breasted, big-booty dark chocolate beauty and sleeping soundly.

Richard slightly furrowed his brows.

Could this William Samson not be the person behind Eagle's Nest?

Although there were some doubts in his heart, his actions did not stop because of this.

A thick tendril of soul energy probed out and lashed directly at the dark chocolate beauty on the bed, causing her body to tremble and pass out cold instantly.

Then his hands formed seals...

Spirit Vision Retrospection!

His index finger, wreathed in golden energy, pierced into William Samson's right temple, and then pulled out a long "old film strip" memory image.

Richard's ten fingers danced nimbly across the "old film strip."

But soon his brows furrowed.

"This guy's memory has a problem!"

His fingers tapped in succession, rapidly magnifying three fixed points in time.

In the footage of these three points in time, only William Samson was standing behind his desk...

Yet the problem was, he was obviously reporting something to someone in front of the desk...

Yet the existence of this person had been completely erased from William Samson's memory!

"Let me see who you are..."

Richard sent the memory image back into William Samson's body, then stretched out his right hand to press it on the man's forehead.

Closing his eyes, concentrating his mind, he split off a wisp of soul energy and cautiously burrowed into the man's head.

After a short while, Richard suddenly opened his eyes, retracted his right hand as if electrocuted, and cursed:

"Holy crap, which conscientious-less jerk set up this trap?!"

"This is just way too sinister!"