Chapter 201 Mr. Lan (Part 1)

Mr. Lan is a very outstanding cell biology expert. Although his research cannot fundamentally remove the Hulk in Dr. Banner's body, it can suppress the other side of Dr. Banner to a certain extent.

If he hadn't known the other party's future, Nagini would never have given up on such a genius.

But unfortunately, Mr. Lan will be infected by Dr. Banner's blood samples in subsequent experiments and eventually evolve into a big leader.

He was originally a genius, but after mutation, his IQ increased by 1,000 times on the original basis.

Nagini doesn't like Lao Yinbi. He would rather Mr. Lan be ten thousand times stronger than his intelligence increase by one thousand times.

Many people think that Nagini is an old Yinbi because his IQ is very high, but in fact he knows that his IQ is average, and what he really has is his acting skills.

So, he can only say sorry to Mr. Lan!

In New York, Dr. Banner finally met Mr. Lan.

He was wearing a white coat and a pair of old round-frame glasses on his forehead. He looked much older than he thought and looked very thin, but his eyes were bright and sharp.

It feels like a professor at all, but rather like a core scientist in a large laboratory, with a full of confidence and aggressive eyes!

Facing Banner's puzzled eyes, Mr. Lan seemed to know what Banner was thinking. He shook his head helplessly and pointed at his lame leg:

"Some things are born and cannot be changed, such as my leg, which has congenital muscle atrophy."

Although there is no law in the United States that people with disabilities are not allowed to enter large laboratories, some discrimination is real.

Looking at the other person's shrinking calf, a hint of apology appeared on Dr. Banner's face: "I'm sorry, I don't know these things."

Mr. Lan shook his head, with a disapproving smile on his face. He heard too much like this. At first, he felt moved, but then he felt harsh. As for now?

Nothing feels anymore.

Compared to physical problems, he is more willing to focus on other aspects, such as now he is looking at Dr. Banner with a hot look:

"It's okay, I've been used to it for so many years. You should be Mr. Green, right?"

Facing Mr. Lan's hot eyes, Dr. Banner nodded and admitted his identity.

He was originally planning to rush in, so he directly asked the other party why he cloned his blood?

But looking at the disabled and strong-minded Mr. Lan in front of him, a hint of hesitation flashed in Banner's eyes, and he finally decided to talk to the other party in a different way:

"Yes, I am Mr. Green. I'm here to find you today. The main purpose is to..."

Before Dr. Banner finished speaking, Mr. Lan subconsciously asked:

"Clear the monster in your body?"

Dr. Banner nodded, but there was a serious look in his eyes: "Yes, but I have one more thing to be sure, have you cloned my blood sample?"

It is important to eliminate monsters in the body, but more importantly, his own blood. Dr. Banner knows what his blood means and knows more clearly what terrible consequences will cause in large quantities of blood!

However, what he never expected was that when facing his inquiry, Mr. Lan had no intention of concealing his intention, and he generously admitted:

"Of course, the samples you gave me are not enough experiments. Fortunately, I have some research in cell biology and there are corresponding facilities here. You don't know that I spent more than 300,000 US dollars in order to clone your blood samples, but in the end I achieved good research results, which was considered to be a waste of money."

Seeing the other party admitting, Dr. Banner couldn't help but feel a little more complicated. He just listened to the other party's words, with a bit of complaint. He pursed his lips and finally sighed: "Sure enough, another purpose of my visit this time is to hope that you can destroy my blood sample."

Mr. Lan was stunned. A hint of astonishment flashed in his eyes, then he frowned, and a hint of hesitation flashed in his eyes: "This..."

Judging from his expression, he seemed to want to reject Dr. Banner's request.

It is normal. For any scientist, their research is equivalent to their children, and the pride in the eyes of the other party just now cannot be concealed.

As an excellent scientist, Dr. Banner understands the other person's mood, but he still shook his head, and a trace of sincerity flashed in his eyes:

"Although I know this is too much, you are also an expert in this field and should know the aggressiveness and harm in the blood."

With his brows frowned, Mr. Lan's face changed a little, sometimes solemn and sometimes entangled.

Finally, he looked up at Banner, his eyes flashing with hesitation:

"Do you really need to do this? In fact, we can improve it. You must know that everything is two-sided, and we cannot just look at the bad side."

As a veteran, he understands the other party’s thoughts very well, but precisely because he is an experienced veteran, he has a more say in this matter than anyone else:

"Eight years ago, before I became a monster, I had the same idea as you. But believe me, this is not a gift from God, but a curse from the devil."

With eyes facing each other, Mr. Lan was silent. There was a bit of solemn smell in the air. Dr. Banner could clearly feel the confusion in the other person's eyes.

But in the end, Mr. Lan shook his head and sighed: "Okay, I agree."

Dr. Banner was stunned, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Do you agree?"

He never expected that the other party would agree so easily.

You should know that scientists are notoriously discouraged, otherwise they would not have made breakthrough progress in a certain field. For this reason, Dr. Banner even prepared for physical persuasion.

However, the other party actually agreed?

Looking at Dr. Banner's surprised look, Mr. Lan looked helpless and smiled bitterly:

"Otherwise? Although I am a disabled person, and I want to have a healthy body. But I am not a fool. I know what will happen if I refuse. You mean, Mr. Green."

The last sentence "Mr. Green" was a bit hilarious tone, but Dr. Banner could hear the resentment and sarcasm in the other party's words.

Mr. Lan is a disabled person. Even if he has not transformed into Hulk, he cannot be a rival to Dr. Banner.

He did not agree with Dr. Banner's advice, but at this time, as a disabled person, he could only do so!

Sighing and staring at Mr. Lan in front of him, a trace of guilt flashed in Dr. Banner's eyes:

"I'm sorry."

But Mr. Lan waved his hand, his expression was a bit complicated, and a self-deprecating flashed through his eyes: "This is nothing, maybe you are right, after all, the real owner of this power is you. The cloned blood is here, is it high temperature or strong acid?"

As he said that, he pushed open the freezer room beside him, and bags of dark green blood bags were neatly placed inside.

However, the next moment, Dr. Banner glanced at Mr. Lan.

He shook his head and looked serious: "It is difficult to destroy my dna directly, high temperature and strong acid."

Generally speaking, DNA can be decomposed at a temperature above 90 degrees.

However, after the temperature drops, the unrotated DNA will reorganize again. The two types mentioned by Mr. Lan are high temperatures exceeding 200 degrees, and the other is strong acid.

These two methods have a destructive effect on ordinary DNA, but for Dr. Banner's DNA?

Sorry, the effect is very poor.

Generally speaking, Dr. Banner will burn with flames of more than one thousand degrees to decompose DNA into carbon compounds.

So on the surface, Mr. Lan agreed, but he still couldn't bear to let it go.

And facing the high-temperature incineration mentioned by Dr. Banner?

Mr. Lan, who realized that the other party understood his intention, had a hint of embarrassment on his face: "Okay, I admit that I am still lucky. There is a professional incinerator in the laboratory, and I can take you there. At the beginning, your DNA samples were burned there."

Fifteen minutes later, he threw the last bag of dark green blood bags into the incinerator. Looking at the rapidly evaporating and incinerating blood, Dr. Banner breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the process is a bit tortuous, no matter what, this matter has been completely solved.

Turning his head to look at Mr. Lan, who looked disappointed, he patted the other person on the shoulder, and a flash of inquiry flashed in his eyes: "What should I do next?"

When facing Dr. Banner's inquiry, Mr. Lan sighed, and then he limped and took Dr. Banner to a laboratory. In this laboratory, there was a precise laboratory chair with pipes connected to various glassware.

Turning his head to look at Dr. Banner, a seriousness flashed in Mr. Lan's eyes:
Chapter completed!