Press Conference

 "Don't worry, when I get out, I will expose Drake's evil deeds and make him spend his whole life in jail!"

  Eddie promised.

  Not to mention that he and Carlton Drake had a grudge, Drake's actions alone were worthy of being killed on the spot.

  Spending his whole life in jail would be a mercy to Drake.

  "I just don't want to see anyone die for such a weird reason again!"

  Dora's face was gloomy.

  Eddie's eyes flashed, and he heard the implication of Dora's words.

  Dora could still convince herself that the deaths of those volunteers were for the medical cause.

  However, when Carlton Drake turned his attention to aliens and used strange and bizarre reasons that others could not understand to consume human lives, indecisive people like Dora Skus could no longer make money against their conscience.

  Because this is not beneficial to society, it is purely destroying lives.

  The most coincidental thing is that Eddie appeared in front of her at the right time and gave her the courage to change the status quo.

  "Don't worry, I will not let Drake go."

  Eddie promised again.

  Dora opened the door of the glass room.

  But neither of them expected that at this moment, a security guard came in.

  Seeing Eddie regain his freedom, the security guard clenched the gun in his hand and shouted loudly: "Don't move, or I will shoot! You better be honest!"

  Eddie just wanted to curse in his heart.

  Damn it, you didn't come earlier or later, but just when I was leaving. Is it destined that I will die today?

  Strong reluctance made Eddie raise his hands and pretend to surrender, but slowly approached the security guard.

  Click!

  Seeing this, the security guard pulled the trigger without hesitation.

  Eddie was horrified.

  Sensing something was wrong, he dodged in advance.

  Whoosh!

  The bullet passed by Eddie's ear, and the hot air flow cut a bloody mark on his cheek.

  Click!

  The sound of glass breaking was heard.

  Dora and the security guard looked in the direction of the sound, and their faces changed wildly.

  The latter even forgot to continue shooting, and an indescribable fear appeared on his face.

  "Run!"

  Dora shouted at the

  top of her lungs, staring at Eddie's back in horror. At this moment, the security guards forgot about Eddie and ran out first, apparently asking someone to go.

  "What's going on?"

  Eddie was confused.

  He just came back to his senses from the luck of surviving the disaster and realized something.

  His body was shaking and his back was cold.

  He turned his head slowly and saw a pool of black sticky substance that had come to his heels and gradually climbed up his back. He

  vaguely felt that this pool of black mucus seemed to sink into his body and completely become a part of him.

  "Gudong!"

  He suddenly realized, and was shocked and scared.

  Symbiote!

  Some things, even if you see them for the first time, you can tell them at a glance.

  ...

  New York, Osborne Building.

  Anton saw the old man again.

  "Did you make a deal?"

  Jonah Jameson said with a smile, "Oscorp has cooperated with the Daily Bugle many times, but this time, it is probably the largest amount of money involved. Anton, you didn't let me down."

  "Old man, is this how you made money before?"

  Anton looked strange.

  "To seek benefits for oneself within a reasonable range, anyone with a little IQ will do so." Jameson didn't care. "Every penny I earn is consistent with my conscience, and it is legal income that has been taxed. You don't think I can have a net worth of 10 billion now by blackmailing the Daily Bugle, do you?"

  Anton said admiringly, "That's not the case, but I really underestimated your connections."

  "You will discover more secrets about me in the future."

  Jameson smiled.

  In the Life Foundation incident, Anton handed in a satisfactory answer.

  This made him very pleased, and he had the idea of ​​seriously cultivating Anton.

  Ring ring ring!

  Suddenly, Anton's cell phone rang.

  "Boss, the Life Foundation just issued a statement, saying that it will hold a press conference immediately to directly respond to the two major issues of 'homeless people' and 'illegal experiments'..."

  Phil's voice came from the other side, extremely excited: "We won!"

  "Wait and see what Drake says."

  Anton replied: "Although we are sure of victory, we must also prevent the enemy from breaking the jar and breaking the jar."

  "Understood."

  Phil nodded.

  During the process, Anton and Jameson were greeted by the driver.

  The former took out his mobile phone and opened the live broadcast interface of the Daily Bugle.

  The screen on the mobile phone was aimed at the gate of the Life Foundation experimental base next to the Golden Gate Bridge.

  At this moment, although the gate was tightly closed, it was crowded with people outside.

  The crowd not only included the demonstrators who had blocked the gate before, but also journalists from all parties who were rushing in continuously, all wanting to report this major news that has caused widespread discussion in public opinion at the first time.

  "Don't worry, the Life Foundation has admitted defeat."

  Jameson glanced at it and was very confident.

  "Why do you say that?"

  Anton was curious.

  "The San Francisco City Government has issued an ultimatum to Drake, requiring Drake to resolve the scandal as soon as possible." Jameson sneered, "Those high-ranking politicians don't want to see this scandal continue to ferment."

  "You know all this?" Anton was surprised.

  "That's the secret. Otherwise, why do you think Norman Osborn would give up profits to the Daily Bugle?"

  Jameson said, "I told you, Anton, I still have many secrets."

  "Okay."

  Anton had a headache: "I just hope Eddie is safe."

  "Everything has sacrifices."

  Jameson's tone was meaningful and mixed with indifference: "Anton, you have to learn to accept reality."

  Anton asked: "What about you? Have you learned it?"

  Jameson said: "Of course."

  Anton asked again: "Since you have learned it, why do you want to retire?"

  "This is life."

  Jameson replied: "You will understand later."

  While the two were communicating, the press conference of the Life Foundation in San Francisco made progress.

  The door slowly opened.

  Surrounded by several burly bodyguards, a thin man who looked only in his early thirties appeared in everyone's sight.

  Carlton Drake.

  A super rich man who made his fortune from scratch.

  "Mr. Drake, how will you respond to the criticism from netizens?"

  "There are rumors that you have received a warning from the San Francisco Police Department. Is this true?"

  "Will you go to jail?"

  "Drake, die!"

  Countless people spoke at the same time, like hundreds of ducks quacking at the same time, which was extremely annoying.

  "Be quiet."

  Drake raised his hand, walked to the podium, and said solemnly to the small microphone: "Everyone, the Life Foundation has always been adhering to the concept of solving all human diseases. At present, many new drugs have been developed to solve many terminal diseases including pancreatic cancer, bringing hope to terminally ill patients in the world. Although I am facing many false accusations now, I still want to tell you that I, Carlton Drake, have a clear conscience..."

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