Transformed Marvel Genius

Turning back, the short legs saw Garcia in a white coat: "You're going to scare me to death!"

Dropping it is no joke, just like throwing it into the stove, it's all protein denatured, and it freezes into a popsicle after three minutes.

In three months Maya will see herself at the Boston Museum of Science, on an exhibit stand.

What will you become?

A year ago, Short Legs deliberately threw a chicken in to test the damage of liquid nitrogen to protein.

Ten minutes later, I fished it out, and it turned into a white-cut chicken without plucking the hair, which is much better than asphalt.

"It's my fault for co-authoring." Garcia hugged the short legs and snatched the cryopreservation tube from the hands of the fat hands. She saw the things in the hands of the short legs at a glance.

Glancing at the label: "You are courting death, each of the laboratory poisonous Hela tumor strains has a serial number, who do you think they would suspect if one is missing? You must be the culprit."

Only then did the little short legs realize that this is how he got his reputation.

All stinks on the street!

Seeing the appearance of the short legs with their heads lowered, Garcia is used to being a dog leg after all, and her 40 million is still divided from the short legs. Unable to bear it, she turned back to open the constant temperature freezer and opened the reagents Box, from which a surrogate for primary cells, HeLa tumor passage cell line numbered HL50, was taken.

"Here, hurry up, don't come to the lab in the future, be careful Maya really put you in the trash!"

The short legs were still holding the cryovial, still staring at the primary HeLa cell line.

Garcia was a little angry: "Isn't it enough that it can be passed down for 50 generations? Even genetic editing is almost the same!"

"I need infinite generations!"

"You won't really do genetic editing, it's illegal." The more Garcia thought about it, the more angry he became. Can this child do something legal and compliant.

This time, Garcia began to sympathize with her old boss. The more she looked, the more she felt that there were two small horns hidden in Anna's thick hair.

A complete little devil.

"Garcia, what do you think of Jeffrey Mayer? It's pretty good."

Garcia understood what Anna meant, and it seemed that the acquaintance with Jeffrey Mayer was also obtained by illegal means.

"Can that be the same?"

"Aunt Garcia, the 40 million you have in your hand is also from an incorrect source."

Garcia remembered his dark history, and suddenly realized that he would never get off the pirate ship.

"Take it and take it..." After speaking, Garcia felt that, anyway, I don't have to worry about short legs in the future, so I might as well just let her go.

Anna was finally satisfied.

…………

In fact, Little Short Legs felt that it was completely Zhao Hailun, wasn't it a HeLa tumor cell line, how could it be so difficult.

Garcia handled the follow-up in the lab, using HeLa tumor cells under her own name.

I learned from Garcia that she came to the lab to get ECM puree. After today, she is basically in California, and she will come back less in the future.

Anna was a little reluctant to bear such an obedient bastard.

Under the money offensive of the little short legs, Zhao Hailun finally completed the task and bought all the things on Anna's list.

Anna instructed the workers to move in.

Osborn hurried over again, and now he only needs to let him participate in the robot project.

"Mr. Osborne, I'd love to help you, but now I have a project at hand..."

Little Short Legs proposed her idea. She wanted to expand the small workshop, centering on the basement, to double the size of the original, turning the small workshop into a formal laboratory, a unique laboratory.

All operations are done by robots.

The Austen Group is responsible for the manufacturing and assembly of robots.

"This is the robot used to prepare the culture medium, called Robot No. 1."

"This is a robot that uses a pipette gun, called Robot No. 2."

"This one is directly connected to the electrophoresis apparatus, and it is a pipeline electrophoresis."

……

Roughly calculated, the cost of 20 robots will exceed 100 million.

Little Short Legs suddenly found out that money really isn't money. After she gave the 150 million US dollars she just earned to Zhao Hailun 050 million, she didn't have enough money.

Fortunately, this time the Osborn Group has made a serious investment. It is estimated that Osborn has issued a military order on the board of directors. He must learn Anna's robotics technology.

The Ostrich Group is directly responsible for all the funds.

In addition, Ao Shi Group has also undertaken the laboratory expansion work of the small short legs.

It's really sincere.

Mr. Mediterranean also ran over, and by the way, he brought all the guys from the robot research and development department and gathered at Beacon Hill. A group of young guys called Mr. Hansen to the short legs.

Don't be too cool.

At the request of Little Short Legs, Norman Osborn found one or two construction teams, and alternated day and night to catch up with the construction schedule.

As for Osborn, a big boss with a net worth of hundreds of millions, he also wore a hard hat and yelled at the workers on the construction site, his mouth was dry every day.

On the other hand, the short legs were lying on the swivel chair and turning around leisurely.

Don't have a good day.

So in the next few days, in the home with short legs, there was the sound of banging, banging, banging, and the sound of electric welding, plus the Steyr truck going back and forth in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. At night, 24 hours non-stop~www.readwn.com~ The noise disturbs the surrounding residents.

One day, the residents got up and glanced through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and suddenly found that Beacon Mountain had changed, as if it was an industrial area in San Diego, and there was mud everywhere.

Damn, it's the little short-legged ghost in Building B.

Maya Hansen doesn't care.

In the end, even the governor's wife of Massachusetts came forward and came to warn Anna that if Anna did not restrain herself, she would file a lawsuit in the state court.

Under the joint pressure of the community residents, there was no way to do it, and the little short legs had to slow down the pace.

The winter vacation is approaching. Anna wants to officially bid farewell to the Weston Cambridge School where she has been studying for a year. Rarely, she returns to the crazy teacher's classroom after missing classes for many days.

Before saying goodbye, Anna was going to give a gift to her classmates.

"Don't touch it, it's quick-drying cement outside."

Anna patted the little princess' hand, and then the little princess burst into tears again.

I really can't stand her.

The little princess is not only stupid but also crying.

On Donald Duck is a box made of quick-drying cement, which keeps buzzing.

Open,

"Is the light coming out of it so beautiful?"

"That's Cherenkov radiation, a kind of electromagnetic radiation that exceeds the speed of light in a medium. It looks beautiful, doesn't it. Similar to a sonic boom, it is a phenomenon of light explosion in a medium."

"Is it running now?"

"Yeah, being able to emit Cherenkov radiation means that the nuclear reactor is operating normally."

Yes, Anna took out the nuclear fission reactor. She was preparing to complete the final exam of the first grade of elementary school and made a simple scientific model.

At the same time, she has written the graduation project of MIT, which is called the overall realization of nuclear fission reactor.