"Mr. Ling Tian, is my father really going to be saved?" Leonard Hughes's mood immediately became anxious again, fearing his father would revert to his former state.
"He can be saved. So, I need to go to Chinatown to buy some materials. I need to use these materials to perform a ritual to replenish your father's soul energy and awaken his memories!"
In fact, Ling Tian's purpose was very clear: to use talismans to assist in spellcasting and to use spells to replenish old Hughes's soul energy.
In Ling Tian's view, the soul was the true hard drive of the human brain. Now that the hard drive was damaged, no matter how good the RAM was, the soul would be difficult to recover.
As long as Ling Tian performed the spell and replenished old Hughes's soul energy, making the hard drive functional again, restoring memory would be a matter of minutes.
In reality, both the talismans for spellcasting and the materials for making them were within Ling Tian's adjacent space. However, Ling Tian couldn't take them out at the moment. He didn't want to expose the secret of his adjacent space, so he made an excuse to go to Chinatown to buy materials. Dr. Alexander and Leonard Hughes had no suspicions about this.
Aurora had stayed in the manor for many days and was getting a bit bored. So, she left the manor with Ling Tian and headed straight for the airport. Their destination was the largest Chinatown in the United States, located in San Francisco.
The plane had already been arranged; it was the Hughes family's private jet. The family had their own private airport and several new planes.
The airport was located in the suburbs of Little Rock City, only about 50 kilometers from Leonard's manor. The roads along the way were wide, with few vehicles, and it took about half an hour to get there.
However, as soon as their car drove out of the Leonard family's manor, a six-rotor drone in the sky at an altitude of two thousand meters immediately locked onto the car.
At this moment, in a truck parked by the roadside more than ten kilometers away, this outwardly ordinary truck held a world of its own inside, filled with various electronic equipment.
In front of a large screen in the truck, a man picked up his walkie-talkie.
"The target has appeared. The swarm is deployed."
This man was in his 40s, with brown skin, brown hair, and green eyes. His eyes looked as sharp as an eagle's.
This fellow was no ordinary person. His name was Guterres. His public identity was a big shot in the transportation industry, with over a thousand trucks and several transportation companies under his name.
His true identity, however, was a killer. He was ranked third on the dark web assassin list in the United States, nicknamed "The King Bee!"
The reason for this moniker was also that he commanded tens of thousands of biker gangs.
The United States had very developed highways, which gave rise to biker culture. A group of hippies and unemployed people banded together, riding Harley-Davidsons, roaming all over the United States, and incidentally engaging in some shady business.
These biker gangs formed many large and small factions. However, few people knew that in the United States, the real behind-the-scenes bosses of many biker gang factions, even those who were sworn enemies, were Guterres.
Guterres had many ways of killing. His most common method was to stage car accidents, and he had many subordinates who were experts in this field.
In fact, staging car accidents was a common tactic used by assassins and intelligence agencies in most countries around the world.
After all, the penalty for traffic violations was much lighter than for murder.
Moreover, with Guterres's numerous subordinates, it was not difficult to arrange for a couple of people to take the blame.
If the target didn't go out, it was difficult to arrange a car accident. But that was not a problem. Guterres had other methods, such as arranging for two groups of people to engage in a brawl, and an innocent bystander getting shot during a gunfight was not an uncommon occurrence in the United States.
If even this couldn't deal with the target, it was fine. Guterres also had an elite team. These people were all former mercenaries, battle-hardened abroad. They would disguise themselves as truck drivers or bikers, suddenly approach the target, and launch a lightning strike.
They even had professional teams to clean up the scene and erase all traces.
This time, Guterres had accepted a contract from the Boris family. He received the order through the dark web. Top assassin groups like Guterres had specialized brokers to select clients for them.
Of course, Guterres didn't know who his employer was, nor did he want to. Knowing too much in the assassin profession was not a good thing; he might be silenced one day. It was better to honestly accept the order, complete the mission, and take the money.
And the target of this assassination was Aurora Kuit. The employer had offered a bounty of 50 million US dollars for this woman.
Guterres had already conducted thorough investigations and preparations for this target, Aurora Kuit. He knew that Aurora was a metahuman, but that didn't matter. In Guterres's opinion, as long as there was enough firepower, any metahuman would have to obediently go to meet God.
Moreover, Guterres also had a few metahumans under his employ.
After accepting this mission, Guterres immediately arranged for his elite subordinates to rush to Little Rock City. His subordinates were well-trained and had many plans for assassination, capable of quickly making the optimal choice based on the actual situation.
However, he didn't expect Aurora to stay in Leonard Hughes's residence for several days without coming out. This made Guterres a bit frustrated. He had to arrange for several drones to patrol the sky daily, monitoring the situation at Leonard's manor in real-time.
And his subordinates were all staying in several large trucks, driving around the nearby roads every day.
Persistence pays off. Guterres finally waited for Aurora Kuit and Ling Tian to leave. He decided not to wait any longer and to act immediately!
In the luxurious Rolls-Royce Ghost sedan, Aurora was happily chatting with Ling Tian. The case of Wang Qing Tian had been proceeding very smoothly recently. In Maple Leaf Country, lawyer Bentancur was navigating smoothly, basically securing the local connections.
As long as the United States did not exert pressure on Maple Leaf Country, Wang Qing Tian would not be extradited to the United States.
Suddenly, the intercom in the car rang. It was a message from the bodyguard in the car ahead.
"Please note, reduce speed. There has been a car accident ahead..."
Soon, the car's speed gradually slowed down. Ling Tian also pressed a switch, and the partition between the passenger cabin and the driver's compartment behind the car suddenly became transparent, allowing Ling Tian to see the situation ahead.
About fifty meters ahead, a large truck was blocking the road, its front end hitting the guardrail.
The section of road they were on was actually a bridge. Below the roadbed was a mudflat, and this bridge was over 2,000 meters long. The road surface was only about one meter above the ground below.