Transformed Marvel Genius

Anna Hansen wrote a list in a small notebook.

Two days ago, she got the genetic test results. As Dr. Octopus said, there was indeed a genetic abnormality at a certain site of the sixth pair of A monomers.

Ana thinks this is the reason why he and the manipulator can be perfectly combined.

In other words, Doctor Octopus may be a mutant in a non-strict sense.

Brain-computer interface, what Ana is most interested in.

With her, Anna can get rid of the defect of short legs and feet, plus the equipment designed by herself.

Imagine being able to communicate with and control machinery, the network is an extension of the mind, and the robot is an extension of the hands and feet.

The meaning of life will expand ten thousand times.

She desperately wanted to study octopus serum.

First, build a biological laboratory.

At the same time, she desperately needs her own dog's legs.

Garcia is completely hopeless, she has fallen to the Mayan camp.

Garcia No. 2... She sighed with short legs. She originally thought that small eyes were very suitable. She could run errands, had a brain, was obedient, and was easy to conquer. A mere one million dollar patent could make small eyes shine with golden light.

Unfortunately, it was killed by an octopus.

Osborn is also not bad, he has been **** with a robot now, but his status is limited, and it is impossible to bring tea and water to the short legs.

As for Zhao Hailun, Anna thinks that she has great potential and can be trained as Osborn No. 2.

He took out his mobile phone from the big pocket on his chest and called Zhao Hailun.

The video call was opened, and what she saw was Zhao Hailun's big face, past Zhao Hailun's fluffy hair, Anna saw the background behind her, the sign of stark, and seemed to hear Tony Stark's voice.

Huh... He leaned back with his little short legs, held his round head away from the phone screen, with a look of disgust: "You said that you are not sending guns from a thousand miles!"

Zhao Hailun was so angry that her mouth was crooked. The mouth of this dumpling essence was too poisonous, and her expression was just like seeing the heroine in Tokyo Hot, who was smeared with sticky thick paste on her body, which was too bad.

"Annabelle, I'm talking about business."

"Yes, what the secretary did."

Little Short Leg covered one eye with a small fat hand. She felt that she had seen something indescribable. You told me that Tony Stark appeared in the office at 7 o'clock, just to deal with the contract - who believes.

Shit, Zhao Hailun is not willing to take care of the short legs, because no matter what she says, she is still a **** in the eyes of the short legs.

After the gossip was over, he brought up the business, and the short legs tore off the note and put it in front of the phone screen, asking Zhao Hailun to purchase the items on the list.

Zhao Hailun glanced at it: "What are you going to do, rob your mother's business?"

PCR instrument, electrophoresis imager, centrifuge, ultrasonic wave, vortex instrument, various reagents, plus the design and construction of a 10-level sterile laboratory, Zhao Hailun roughly estimates that it will cost 10 million US dollars, which can already reach the MIT small biological Safety Lab Standard too.

Anna didn't answer, she took out the two test tubes given by Doctor Octopus.

Zhao Hailun understood at a glance, this guy is going to be genetically modified!

"Anna, the management of gene editing and shearing technology in the United States is strictly in and out. It is illegal without the registration of the National Science and Technology Commission."

Haha, I, Anna, have done a lot of illegal things.

What is the thing that the little short legs do is not illegal, the research on infrasound weapons is illegal, it is a weapon of mass destruction prohibited by the United Nations, and the electromagnetic rail gun is actually illegal to achieve the eighth-level dual-track, and S.H.I.E.L.D. is still negotiable.

If you want to make huge profits, you need to walk on the edge of the law.

"Buy it within three days!" said the little short legs, she was really tired of Zhao Hailun's chatter, she felt that she should listen to her words after receiving her money, wasn't it the purchase of equipment and reagents, and Zhao Hailun did not let Zhao Hailun kill and set fire? .

Zhao Hailun got angry: "Go and try to buy Hella primary cells. If you don't have an approval slip from the National Science and Technology Commission, where can you buy it?"

"You don't need to worry about this, I'll handle it myself."

Anna has her own source,

Hela is a person's name.

Because the source of the cells can be traced back to cervical cancer patients in 1927.

A doctor extracted tumor cells from the patient.

Based on this, various laboratories have cultivated generation after generation of primary cells.

Later, several mishaps in gene editing led the U.S. government to tighten regulation of the technology and control the source of HeLa cells.

But Anna knew where it was.

MIT mom's lab.

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Put seven, seven, eight, eight electronic instruments into the small pocket on the chest, and walk out of the small workshop step by step with short legs leaning on the railings, take out an improved version of the balance car, add the concept of robots, and wear a yellow fisherman hat.

After walking out of the lawn, he swiped his card on the access control, and his short legs were ready to go to the long-awaited biological laboratory.

Saw a black Cadillac outside the iron fence, glanced at the New York license plate, and lowered his bucket hat with his short legs.

She felt so unfortunate that she collided with Osborn.

"Anna!" Norman Osborn stood in front of Anna~www.readwn.com~ nothing else, the balance bike with short legs was too dazzling, and its model frame was produced by the Ostrich Group.

"You modified a balance car, and you have a robot behind you."

Osborn said that he saw the little short leg raised his head and rolled his eyes, and saw the extreme robot designer beside him, who was the old Mediterranean gentleman in the little short leg's mouth, so he took it back.

Little short legs don't want to pay attention, she has something to do now.

Pressing a green button, the robot stretched out two feet. The bionic mechanism used for the soles of the feet looked like goose feet, the size of a palm fan, and there were two universal wheels in the soles of the feet.

After the soles of the feet support the concrete floor, the balance car is raised, and then raised again.

The oil and gas double cylinders used for the transmission actuators on the feet can switch quickly between the oil and gas double cylinders, and the lifting process is very fast.

Until it reaches the height of a step, stop.

He looked like Donald Duck holding a child, with a big **** and a doll hanging on his chest.

Scrambling, walking down the stairs quickly.

The baby bottle in the robot's hand, and the balance car hanging around its waist, during the operation, stretched the feet, raised, shifted the center of gravity, and walked down the steps quickly. The whole process did not even shake the milk level in the baby bottle.

Too stable.

"Ms. Hansen!" The extreme robot designer walked down the steps quickly and stood in front of Anna, who was the old Mediterranean gentleman in the mouth of the little short legs.

"The flexible material used, I can pass on the springback coefficient of the material to you."

Anna thinks that in some respects, Osborn is very useful, just because he has always been shy and has a very correct attitude in front of his short legs.

Unlike Zhao Hailun, who can get angry just by buying a few instruments.

She felt that maybe she could deepen the cooperation with Osborn, such as letting robot designers work for her for free.