night!
A ringtone woke Strange from his deep sleep. He picked up the phone and saw that the caller was his friend Billy.
They say they are friends, but their real relationship is that of collaborators.
Strange is an excellent neurosurgeon with a great reputation and is known for his extremely high surgical success rate. He is only a few papers and a mature face away from the most authoritative position in the industry.
The super high success rate of the operation is no accident. In addition to Strange's superb medical skills, it is also because he is good at managing his patients.
Except for some rare cases that arouse Strange's interest, in most cases, he will understand the patient's condition in advance and judge the possibility of complete cure.
If he is not sure and the success rate of the operation is affected, he will find excuses to shirk or refuse directly.
This is very important, it’s about worth!
Before he became famous, Strange was not afraid of challenges and took it as his duty to save lives and heal the wounded. After becoming famous, he began to care about his reputation and how much benefit an operation could bring.
Money, honor, and social status, these things that cannot be taken away by life or death, have become the things Strange desires most.
Billy is responsible for matchmaking, providing difficult cases from major hospitals to Strange. After Strange nods his approval, he will contact the patient or the patient's family to discuss the price of the surgery, and extract commission from the agency.
The two of them each get what they need. Because their interests are bound together, their relationship is very strong and they are on the level of a life-or-death acquaintance.
When we were young, we vowed to be great people, to be optimistic and not afraid of failure.
When we grow up, we crumble our innocence into a ball and throw it into the trash can. In the mirror, we see a person wearing a mask. His clear eyes are no longer clear, and we equate maturity with lying.
Do you regret it?
of course not!
Strans picked up cold water and patted his face, looking directly at the hypocritical face in the mirror. He fulfilled his boyhood dream and became a great doctor.
!
Everyone calls him that, why should he regret it?
After washing up, Strans looked around the big room and found that there was a blank space in the corner. There would be a piano there, just after tonight's operation.
To be fair, the case Billy recommended this time was not difficult. He seemed to disdain such a minor operation, but the money given by the patient's family was too much.
"Benedict Cumberbatch, the patient seems to have a difficult to pronounce name..."
Strans murmured to himself and put on a coat casually. Because he was rushing for the golden treatment time, he did not put on a high-end suit and watch. He just had a glass of whiskey to refresh himself before setting off.
"Sir, if you are going to drive, you should not drink alcohol or alcoholic beverages, which will make your blood alcohol content exceed 0.01%."
Beside the living room, the standby ns-2 robot was activated, and before Strance could get there, he held the car key in his hand.
"Sean, don't be like this, give me the key quickly, I'll rush to save people!"
Luxury cars, mansions, and ns series robots are the most basic criteria for a successful man. Therefore, as a successful man, Strans has an ns-2 model robot and named it Sean.
The ns-3 model robot was on pre-sale, and he also ordered one, because the Yueguang family spent as much as they earned, and even made a loan specifically for this purpose.
"Sir, saving people is not the reason why I allow you to commit suicide."
The ns-2 model robot named Sean said: "According to the three laws of robots, I have the obligation and responsibility to stop your senseless behavior. I think you also understand what it means to lose your driver's license in this country."
"It's okay, just a glass of whiskey, and it's so late, there won't be any traffic police on the road."
"It has nothing to do with the traffic police. The prohibition of drunk driving is responsible for your own life and the lives of others." Sean spoke slowly and evenly.
"Ok! ok! Everything you said is right..."
Strans raised his hand to stop, glanced at his watch, and said anxiously: "Sean, I know that according to the three laws of robots, you are obligated to stop me from leaving. But if I don't leave, my name is Benny."
If you try someone like Dina, you will miss the best treatment time, which is equivalent to violating the three laws of robots..."
"Tell me, Mr. Sean, the smart robot, how do you choose? How do you choose without contradicting yourself?"
"Sir, I can drive the vehicle."
"Oh, there's also this trick!"
…
On the winding mountain road, a supercar sped past.
Strance was sitting in the passenger seat, watching the black mountains speeding past the car window, and couldn't help but swallowed: "Sean, actually we still have plenty of time, so we don't need to go so fast."
"Sir, please rest assured that all map routes are loaded into my processor. The computer will accurately manage real-time traffic conditions to ensure that your life and property are safe without any accidents."
"What if there's an accident?" Strangs said the speed was too fast.
"You can file a lawsuit against usr and demand full compensation."
"..."
People are dead, and the compensation is ridiculous!
Even though he had never heard of anyone dying at the hands of his own robot, Strangs still felt that it was not safe. At his urging, Sean reduced the speed of the car to ensure that he could calmly think about the upcoming surgery.
According to the information provided by Billy, the patient named Benedyna overturned due to speeding. Most of the ligaments in his hands were ruptured, and the nerves in his hands were severely damaged. If not treated in time, he would have difficulty eating and opening the door in the future.
Minor surgery!
Strance once again lamented the power of money. It was so ironic that he could be asked to perform such a trivial operation personally.
Behind the road, a dark armored vehicle slowly approached. A Winter Soldier was driving the vehicle. Bucky in the passenger seat turned around: "Sir, is it really okay to just blow it up?"
"What if I die?"
"With me here, it will be difficult for him to die. Just do it and leave the rest to me."
"..."
Bucky nodded silently. Since Russell said so, he just followed the instructions. He opened the roof sunroof, pointed an RPG at the supercar, and launched it directly without any pause.
Boom!!
The fireball shot into the sky, and the supercar was engulfed in flames. Then it flew into the air, rolled and rotated in mid-air, and landed straight on the cliff below.
Russell didn't plan to come at first, but after seeing Bucky's rough plan, he decided to come to suppress the battle. It didn't matter if the battle was bigger. He wrapped Strange with dark energy to ensure that the opponent couldn't be hurt.
The reason for making such a big noise was to confuse Strange's attention and make him think that an enemy was coming to collect debts.
Speaking of Strange's enemies, there are indeed many, including wealthy businessmen who can afford killers.
The reason is obvious. In order to ensure the success rate of the operation, he has rejected many patients who were certain to die. Some family members knew that the doctor was not sure, while others thought that the doctor was too troublesome and deliberately failed to save the patient.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom————
The fireball rolled several times in the air and fell to the ground. Immediately afterwards, the car door was violently kicked open, and Robot Shaun dragged the shocked Strange out of it.
"Sir, are you okay?"
"gentlemen?"
After asking five questions in a row, Strange finally recovered from the thrill of narrowly avoiding death. He touched his face and hands and said thankfully: "I'm fine. I'm so lucky. I wasn't injured...
So lucky..."
Afterwards, Strange, who gradually calmed down, was speechless. He checked again to confirm that he was really not injured.
"How is it possible that I fell from such a high place and didn't even get a scratch? This..."
Strange was dumbfounded, and when he looked at the robot Sean next to him who had almost scrapped arms and legs, he was even more speechless.
Human flesh and blood is actually harder than steel. Where has the science gone?
Strange swore that he had never experienced anything so weird since he was a child.
"Sir, my communication network is damaged and I cannot send a distress signal to the police station. If you still have your mobile phone with you, please get in touch with the outside world as soon as possible..."
Robot Sean raised his one arm and stood behind Strange. He stared directly at the woods in front of him and spoke calmly: "There is a danger approaching. Please stand behind me and don't move at will."
"What?"
Car accident, unscathed, danger approaching...
When Strange heard this, his mind was in chaos. He realized that he had not yet woken up and was currently in a dream. Otherwise, how could he explain this series of absurd things.
Hiss!
There was the sound of tearing cloth in the woods, and then, after a muffled sound, Bucky stumbled out with a hood on his face.
The sleeve of the entire left arm was torn to pieces, revealing a particularly eye-catching vibranium arm.
Russell tore the sleeves to pieces, and the muffled sound was from him kicking Bucky out of the woods. He did this because he discovered that Bucky was dishonest and secretly covered his face.
what is this?
Hydra acts openly and aboveboard, and is not sneaking around to do bad things, so why does it cover its head?
Bucky walked out of the woods angrily. After confirming for the last time, the target person Stephen Strange must be a trap in the future, and it will be deep, otherwise his boss would not have such a big reaction.
Bucky gritted his teeth, blaming himself for being with the wrong person in the first place, and his soul had been blackened from beginning to end. Now there was no hope of getting clean, and it was too late to say anything.
"Assailants, according to the three laws of robots, please leave immediately..."
Click!
Bucky strode forward, cut off the remaining arm of the robot Sean with a knife, then held down its shoulders and head, and forcibly pulled out the entire head.
Sean's head rolled to the ground, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed. Before shutting down, he continued to repeat the three laws of robots, and asked Strange to quickly contact the outside world to save himself.
Bang!
Bucky raised his foot and crushed the chattering machine head, and looked coldly at Strange, who was silent.
"You and I……"
Strange hurriedly backed up, his feet became weak and he fell to the ground. Seeing Bucky approaching with murderous intent, he hurriedly said: "Wait, we can talk first, I have a lot of money, as long as you don't kill me, everything will be fine."
I can give it to you."
Strange lied, he didn't have a penny, and even owed a bank loan.
Bucky stood in front of Strange, looked down from a high position, and then stretched out his vibranium arm, as if he wanted to pull him up.
Sure enough, terrorists can negotiate!
Strange was overjoyed, money was making a bright future, and his life was saved.
"Man, I promise, I will double the other party's price for you, no, triple it!" Strange was so excited that he was incoherent, and Ma Liu stretched out his hand and took the palm that Bucky handed over...
Click!
“Ahhhhh————”
Click!
"..."
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I have a headache and a fever. After taking antipyretics, my head feels dizzy.
Chapter completed!