Blue Lamborghini, running on the road. Tianlai novel ww
Wu Ming wore red sunglasses on his face, letting the breeze blow on his narrow face, and headed towards a chemical factory in the suburbs.
This chemical factory is just a factory on the surface, but it is a laboratory behind the scenes.
The laboratory belongs to Stark Industries and has been transferred to Wu Ming.
At the same time, Wu Ming also recruited some scientists to study some gadgets or things that would be helpful to him.
"Boss!" The security director of the laboratory is one of Jin Biao's bosses, and is from the 6th Marine Team.
Wu Ming stopped the car, threw the keys over, and said: "Rubivor, take the man in the trunk to the laboratory and freeze it."
"Yes, boss." Rubiche nodded heavily and didn't ask any questions that he shouldn't have.
Wu Ming walked through the sterile tunnel, put on a white coat, walked into the laboratory, and greeted the researchers here.
There are not many researchers in the laboratory. Three scientists lead their students, and there are less than thirty people in total.
When Wu Ming walked in, these people were gathered around a three-dimensional, circular glass container.
Inside the glass container is Wu Ming's jacket. Their task is to analyze and upgrade this jacket.
"Bah bang bang..." Wu Ming clapped gently, attracting everyone's attention.
The three scientists had the highest status. When they saw Wu Ming, they were the first to speak: "Boss, you are here."
"Have the data on this dress been analyzed?" Wu Ming spoke slowly, his eyes scanning the crowd.
The three pale scientists looked at each other and shook their heads silently.
Wu Ming frowned slightly. This dress has been here for three days. Not to mention upgrades and imitations, even the basic data cannot be found.
It seems that if you want to upgrade your jacket, you still need to find someone with technical expertise. Ordinary scientists may not be able to do the job.
"Boss, the technological content of this dress is too high. We can't even understand its technological principles. We need more time!" An old scientist spoke tentatively while observing Wu Ming's reaction.
Wu Ming said nothing for a long time. This was not Stark Industries, the most important scientific laboratory.
Although everyone among the scientists staying here has a certain level, there is not a single one who has reached the century-level level.
Let this group of people study the jacket, and I'm afraid they won't be able to come up with anything even if they study it for a hundred years.
After all, this piece of clothing comes from the future time and space, and at this point in time, it itself belongs to the category of black technology.
Wu Ming thought about it carefully and felt that to imitate and upgrade the jacket, he would need to find more talented people, otherwise it would just be a waste of time.
"Boss, give us more time, we will definitely..."
"Okay, no need to say any more."
Wu Ming waved his hand, not wanting to hear these explanations, and whispered: "Go on, try to collect basic data."
After saying this, Wu Ming left the laboratory and walked to his office.
The scientists who stayed behind watched Wu Ming leave one by one, with worries in their eyes.
The mission of scientists is science, and they have no other value.
Looking at Wu Ming's leaving figure, several scientists looked downcast, knowing that they had let their boss down.
"Scientists across the ages, scientists who can develop black technology, these are the talents I need." In the office, Wu Ming sat on a swivel chair, took out a pen and paper and started writing.
In the Marvel world, there are many epoch-making scientists. This is an era of black technology explosion.
In Wu Ming's mind, he knows many people who will achieve outstanding results in the future.
At present, some of these people are down and out, some are prosperous, and some are still wasting their time.
Since the scientists in my hands are not capable of upgrading and transforming the jacket, then since this group of people can't do it, why not try another group of people.
"Dr. Lizard, Kurt Connors, top geneticist. Doctor Octopus, Otto Gunther Octavius, top scientist with both atomic energy physics and genetics. Mr. Fantastic, Reed Richards
, one of the smartest people in the Marvel world. Whiplock, Ivan Vanko, a top physicist, has the arc reactor design blueprints. Dr. Blue, a genetics and genetics scientist, designed the Hulk-suppressing potion."
In a short period of time, Wu Ming wrote down five top scientists, each of whom is capable of his or her own role.
After a moment of silence, he picked up the phone on the table and said: "Jinbi, I need you to help me find some people. Later, I will give you the list and address, and bring these five people over.
We have a lot of benefits. No, no, no, we can’t hurt them, and don’t make any threats, we have to persuade them to come over.”
The five people on the list, except for Ivan Vanko and Mr. Fantastic, all have made their own names.
It would actually be best if Wu Ming went by himself.
However, he doesn't like to appear in public, and he believes that he can invite these people here intact with the help of gold cakes.
Time passed quietly, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Except for occasionally contacting Banner and Tony, Wu Ming has been spending time in his laboratory.
Several scientists in the laboratory are still at a loss for research on jackets.
However, Wu Ming did not have any worries, because within these three days, Jinbing had found Doctor Octopus and convinced Doctor Lizard.
"Hello boss, my name is Kurt Connors. Mr. Goldcake told me that as long as I come here, I can have my own laboratory and study what I want to study!" Dr. Lizard is missing an arm.
He is a middle-aged man with some disabilities.
It was precisely because of his physical deficiencies that he urgently wanted to develop drugs that could regenerate the human body.
Obviously, in the years to come, he succeeded and failed.
The lizard potion was successfully developed, but the potion itself failed because it was defective and caused the human body to mutate again.
"Nice to meet you, Dr. Connors."
Sitting behind the desk, Wu Ming tilted his head slightly and said, "What's wrong with your hand?"
"This..." Regarding his arm, Dr. Connors didn't say much. He shook his head and said, "An accident, I'm used to it."
If you get used to it, that's a lie.
Wu Ming sneered in his heart, pretending to be concerned and said: "Doctor, do you want to recover and have an arm again?"
"What?" Dr. Connors was stunned for a moment and asked, "What did you say?"
"I said... magic cures!" Wu Ming raised his hand and pointed, and magic light flew out.
Under the white healing light, Dr. Connors' arm almost grew. In just a few breaths, a new arm appeared.
"Is this an illusion?"
Dr. Connors had a look of surprise on his face and stroked his arm frantically, as if he was going crazy.
Wu Ming watched quietly, letting Dr. Connors vent.
After more than ten minutes passed, Dr. Connors came back to his senses and said stutteringly: "I can't describe my feelings. Thank you, thank you so much. This has been my dream for many years. I thought I...
..”
Waving his hand, Wu Ming interrupted Dr. Connors with a smile and whispered: "Recovering your arm has been your lifelong obsession and pursuit. Now that I have fulfilled your wish, it is time for you to pay the price.