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The interview with the reporter flowed so smoothly it seemed rehearsed months in advance, but the chemistry between them was so strong that those two hours felt like five minutes.
"Please tell us about your ability, Mr. John," Eliza asked excitedly.
"My ability consists of increasing or decreasing the production of any type of cell in your body."
"Wow, so you can improve the human body. That doesn't mean you can cure everyone."
John shook his head. "Not everyone."
"Which ones, Mr. John?"
"Viruses. Those are very complicated, especially autoimmune diseases."
"You say you can regenerate organs, improve bodies, and create superhumans, but you can't cure the flu?"
This comment from the reporter angered several people so much that a string of curses could be heard, but John didn't care in the slightest and, with a broad smile, replied... "That's correct, since a simple cold, if not properly treated, can develop into a bronchopulmonary disease."
"So, Mr. John, what diseases can you cure?" reporter Eliza asks, her voice filled with emotion.
At that moment, John pulls out a list of 40 diseases, including cancer, atrophy, and malformations, leaving the reporter speechless for several minutes.
"Eliza!" the cameraman calls out.
"Excuse me, excuse me." After the brief apology, Eliza resumes reading. "Do you have any questions about your treatment?"
"None."
"I'm told you have several projects in the works."
"That's right, Miss Eliza. These projects are: Apollo, Aphrodite, Spartan, Valkyrie, and Cyborg. The last one is purely experimental and for clinical use, since I don't have the infrastructure to cover its full cost."
"Aren't you afraid that some organization might turn against you?"
"Not at all, Miss Eliza. And if that were to happen, anyone who did so would be blacklisted for life, along with their families, clans, organizations or companies.."
"Don't you think that's excessive?"
"No, not at all. I just focus on my business without bothering anyone."
"What about those who don't have enough money?"
"I invite all those people to attend this weekend at Emerson Stadium at 10:00 a.m. But if you can't attend due to lack of space or health reasons, don't worry, as I will visit every hospital in the country."
"Thank you very much, Mr. John, for your time."
" "Thank you so much, Miss Eliza, and thank you to your TV channel for the interview." After the interview, Eliza approached John to ask for information about the projects.
It was at that moment that an assistant attentively and subtly approached to provide the relevant information.
The interview was scheduled to air that weekend, but due to its importance, It premiered that same night on the national news program, generating a major uproar across the country, requiring the intervention of local, district, and military police.
The cosmetic clinic received hundreds of thousands of calls for the first time, overloading its phone lines for several days.
The waiting list grew so large that the number of calls reached hundreds of thousands, all seeking information about the cosmetic procedure.
And, of course, there were numerous scammers impersonating government officials, agencies, and even unions, demanding payment.
The motives were different, but they all made a meeting to reach a financial settlement, and after being with John for five seconds, they all confessed their true objectives, revealing their most intimate secrets to the authorities.
Experienced bosses understood from the start that there are things they should never get involved with, but there are always stubborn people who, even when they hit a wall, don't give up..
To the point of bringing in groups of stalkers to intimidate the employees, but those people were the first to fall, either to the authorities or after a beating from the clinic's security team.
The most reckless were found living in vacant lots, in parks, or under bridges, receiving carnal love from homeless people, marking their ass and minds forever.
They all told incredible stories to the police, but they were quickly dismissed due to excessive drug use, even though the clues led them to the aesthetic clinic run by John, no formal complaint was ever filed.
The cameras of the clinic and nearby businesses record the guys entering, but 5 minutes later those same guys leave to have fun with the nearest homeless people.
Furthermore, John and the clinic employees never report being victims of any crime to the authorities.
Until the arrival of the secret service.
There were five agents, all in black suits and sunglasses so dark you could see your reflection in each lens.
The moment they entered, they flashed their badges to the receptionist, a blonde girl who hadn't been corrupted and had only been on the job for a couple of days. Just seeing those men sent her into a panic, and she ran to find the nearest superior.
That was Jenna, the youngest daughter of Elena and Kevin, now head of personnel. But she wasn't the overweight woman she once was. Now, that same woman stood 5'11" tall, with fair skin, an athletic build, hair as black as her eyes, and wore a dark gray suit: trousers, a half-open white shirt, and a jacket.
Jenna greeted the agents as if she were seeing the oldest cockroach in the building, that pest that even if you wanted to get rid of it, you knew you couldn't, and if you did, it would return in two hours with more cockroaches.
The agent doesn't introduce himself; instead, he extends a crumpled piece of paper covered in various government seals. "I want to see John Doe." the man in front of the four agents says, holding the paper up to Jenna's face.
Jenna smiles and, instead of responding, asks one of her reception staff to bring her a folder of documents from the main reception drawer.
"I don't doubt your paperwork; I just want to show you mine, all taken from different types of federal agents." She opens the document and shows him the same type of paper, but with better seals and even signed by a sector chief the immediate superior of the section chief to whom these men belong..|
One of the agents steps forward and even reaches out, trying to snatch the paper from Jenna's hands. (In his mind, it looked great, and the agent even imagines the look on that big-breasted woman's face.) And if Jenna does have big breasts like her mother, the agent's hand misses by mere centimeters...
This doesn't discourage the agent; in fact, it excites him to the point where his next steps are much faster than the previous one, and the one before that, and the one before that, and the one before that.|
Until the cycle is broken by a shout from the man at the front of the team. "Collins!" The agent reacts and looks back at the sergeant.
At that moment Agent Collins seems to understand something and sees that stupid smile on Jenna's face, which immediately changes to a look of utter annoyance, like a child whose fun has been ruined..
Obviously, Collins flies into an irrational rage, to the point where his skin and eyes turn as red as coals, and he throws a punch at Jenna's face.
Jenna watches a fist coming in slow motion, stopping it, catching it, pressing it down with one hand. Agent Collins feels the pain, and his induced rage shatters, replaced by a face of pain.
In response, the four agents draw their weapons (9mm pistols). They all point them at Jenna, but Jenna isn't scared, she isn't afraid of those agents and their weapons. She doesn't let go of the agent's fist either; instead, she smiles.
That stupid smile again...
"Jenna ,Let it go.." A young voice calls out from several meters behind her. Jenna simply ignores it, not even turning around.
Then another voice follows, but this time it's deeper, much heavier than the first. "Jenna, let it go... We're here now." It says...
This time Jenna turns around and makes a defiant face. She knows her actions are wrong, but fighting back is her right.
Before Kevin can refute the idea of her daughter... John appears at the reception desk, flanked by a woman far more stunning and beautiful than Jenna herself. "Let him go," John says.
Jenna immediately lets go of the agent's hand, and he rushes off to rejoin his group. As Jenna walks leisurely, her back to the agents who still have their guns pointed at her.
Something doesn't quite add up for the agent as he observes the behavior of several people inside the clinic.
It's not just Jenna, John, Kevin, Elena, Lucia, or Kevin Jr.; there are many more people, all looking at them as if they were just farmers fresh off work entering the most expensive shopping mall in the country.
Then the same agent glances at the young receptionist who greeted them five minutes ago and her body trembles at his gaze.
It's the same reaction Jenna has when her eyes meet John's..
But when she reaches John, she doesn't receive any kind of scolding, reprimand, or anything of the sort Instead John pats Jenna's shoulder as they pass. "Okay, go to your father. I'll handle this." Jenna nods and obediently lowers her head.
Then she runs into Elena her mom, who glares at her. Lucia her old sister and she has a mocking expressionand Kevin his father offers a comforting smile, Kevin Jr. younger brother is about to speak when Jenna glares at him angrily, even raising her fist and showing it to her brother
Kevin Jr. immediately hides behind his father. It's not easy to see a 6'7" man with an athletic build hiding behind someone else.
When they reach the agents, John gives them a brief look and waits silently for everyone to holster their weapons.
When the agents do so, John points in a direction. "This way." He doesn't expect a response, nor a formal introduction from the Sergeant and his team; he simply shows them where to go.
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Inside the room.
Three agents are seated at a large table, one near the window and another by the door. Of the three at the table, the agent in the center is the leader and has a stack of documents right next to him.
The agent on the left looks at John as if he were the most disgusting thing on earth, and the agent on the right looks at him as if he were the hottest hooker on the block, the one everyone wants to sleep with, but few, if any, are willing to pay the price for it.
The other two agents are just filler for the squad, but if you ask them, they swear up and down that they are the most important members, while guarding the possible exits..
John asks for the document shown at the beginning by the squad leader, and while he's reading it, the agent on the left says, "You're screwed. Give me one reason not to take you with us to headquarters.." John ignores him, doesn't even acknowledge him, and continues reading the document.
In that silence, the agent on the right comments, "Look, buddy, just hand over what we came for, and I swear I'll help you a little.." Hearing this, John isn't surprised; he was about to finish reading the document and has an idea of what these guys are asking for.
Nothing out of the ordinary (for an agent of the system), but far too excessive for the clinic's business. "Are you telling me you want me to hand over all the documents from my investigation.?" With that, John points to the paper in his hand and shakes his head several times. "You know that's not going to happen.."
"Look, old man, if the agency asks for something, you simply obey and lower your head like a good dog," says the agent on the left.
The agent in the center raises his hand, and his partner automatically shuts his mouth. "Look Mr John let's be clear this kind of thing is way above your level."
Then the agent makes a gesture a few centimeters above the table."You're here.."
"We're here..." The agent raises that same hand to the level of his face.
And then adds. "Understand, or we'll explain it to you with various charges: obstruction, embezzlement, espionage, illegal pornography, and whatever else I can think of in the next five minutes." With that the two agents on either side jump on John, each grabbing one of the shoulders, while the other two draw their weapons and point them at the old man..
But John doesn't move... Each agent is thinking of lifting the old man's body and throwing him onto the table, but there's a problem...
The old man doesn't even react in the slightest.
No matter how red his skin and eyes turn, or how the veins in his neck bulge from the force they exert.
He didn't move; it was as if John's body were anchored to the chair...
Both agents released their grip on his shoulders took a step back, raised their fists, and threw them forcefully at John's face.
The old man caught each fist. "I understand that's the result of FURY, your flagship program.."
The agent across the table threw the chair aside as he stood up and he makes a move to draw his weapon. "Who are you? How do you know about the FURY program.?" Instead of answering, John smiled, not arrogantly, but with amusement.
Because somewhere a idiot wants to steal his own research...
John shook his head sadly.. "Why shouldn't I know about something that is rightfully my property.?" The agents looked at each other and panicked. "You said this would be easy."
"Okay, let's just say the old man resisted arrest." With that, the squad leader raises his weapon, takes off the safety, points it at the old man's head, and fires at point-blank range.
BANG !!!
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