From the prototype, immortal - Chapter 1392

It shows Mr. Lan’s detailed information.

“We are checking and have the results. Mr. Lan is Samuel Stern, a professor of cell biology at Columbia University. He enjoys a high reputation in the academic community, especially in the fields of gene therapy and cell regeneration.”

General Ross frowned and became more suspicious after hearing this.

Professor of cell biology? Why would a scholar who should be immersed in the laboratory, accompanied by test tubes and microscopes, be related to that monster, Bruce Banner?

His thoughts quickly went back and pieced together a series of recent events like a puzzle.

Five years ago, Bruce Banner, the scientist who turned into the Hulk due to an experimental accident, was almost a mythical existence in the eyes of the world.

His disappearance was like a stone sinking into the sea, and it was not until recently that he suddenly surfaced, and all of this seemed to be inextricably linked to Mr. Lan.

What made General Ross even more uneasy was that Bruce Banner’s behavior of looking for experimental data at all costs was obviously not to relive the nightmare of the past.

All of this seemed to be pointing to a common goal – curing the Hulk.

“Damn it, he wants to cure himself!”

General Ross cursed in a low voice, with both unwillingness and fear of losing his “work”.

In his heart, the Hulk is not only the product of a failed experiment, but also an extension of his military philosophy and personal will.

General Ross spent years trying to control this power and turn it into a national weapon, but now Bruce Banner is trying to deprive him of this achievement.

“Everyone get ready, we will leave for New York immediately.”

General Ross quickly issued a series of instructions, “Contact the National Guard and police in New York to make sure they closely monitor all Mr. Blue’s movements. Bruce Banner will definitely go to him, and we must stop him before he takes any action. Remember, our goal is to bring back Bruce Banner, dead or alive, and at the same time ensure that Mr. Blue and his research results are not used for any purpose that may threaten national security. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir!”

The soldiers answered in unison, their voices were neat and powerful.

The operations room immediately became busy, with the communication equipment constantly sending out commands and responses, tense and orderly.

The soldiers quickly sorted out their equipment, checked their weapons, and prepared vehicles and aircraft. The entire base was like a precision machine that could not stop once it was started until it completed its mission.

Two hours later, a military transport plane roared across the night sky and flew towards New York.

In the cabin, General Ross sat on a special seat, closed his eyes and rested, but his brows were still anxious.

At the same time.

In a private laboratory at Columbia University.

Professor Samuel Stern was buried in piles of books and experimental reports.

His appearance was very different from the image of a rigorous and neat scholar in people’s impression, with messy hair and untidy clothes.

Professor Stern always perfunctorily handled teaching work, especially when he had to face a group of students he considered “low intelligence”.

In his view, basic biological knowledge such as gene regulation, protein science, and cell signal transduction were just like introductory courses prepared for apes.

He often complained that the knowledge was so simple that he could find detailed answers by just opening a biology textbook.

American textbooks are expensive, and Professor Sten knew this very well.

The price difference between professional biology textbooks and non-professional popular science books is often several times or even dozens of times.

This is undoubtedly a heavy burden for many students whose families are not well-off.

Despite this, Columbia University still provides a certain number of scholarships to support students who are interested in academic research but have financial difficulties.

However, these scholarships often need to be repaid within a period of time after graduation, and the interest is not low. For some students, this is undoubtedly a heavy yoke.

Professor Sten does not care about this. He is more concerned about his own research.

In his opinion, only those scientific research projects that can bring breakthrough results are worth his time and energy.

However, reality is often not satisfactory.

His laboratory is short of funds, the equipment is outdated, and even the most basic experimental materials need to be carefully calculated.

On a weekend afternoon, the sun shines through the sparse clouds and sprinkles on the campus of Columbia University, covering this historic institution with a warm golden veil.

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Although it is a holiday, the campus does not seem deserted. Occasionally, there are groups of students discussing topics or enjoying their rare leisure time.

However, in this quietness, Professor Samuel’s footsteps seem to be particularly hurried. In his heart, there is only the endless pursuit of science and the cherishment of time.

Professor Samuel, a scholar with a high reputation in the field of cytology, always has lights on in his office until late at night, and weekends are no exception.

For him, scientific exploration is an endless adventure, and every moment of stagnation is a waste of knowledge.

Today, I just finished an in-depth seminar on the mechanism of cell division.

However, the time after class is always occupied by some trivial matters, such as dealing with the messy research reports submitted by students, or answering their incompetent and troublesome questions.

This finally allowed him to finish the course that the school had forced him to take and walk out of the teaching building.

He was going to have a dinner to replenish his energy, and he would devote himself to research work in the following time.

Just as he was walking towards the restaurant, a figure suddenly jumped out from the corner of the street and blocked his way.

This person was dressed very casually, with an old hat pulled down to cover most of his face, the hood of his sweatshirt pulled up to the top of his head, and a bulging backpack on his back. The whole person looked mysterious and a little down.

His voice was a little anxious and uncertain: “Are you Mr. Blue? Really?”

Professor Samuel was a little confused by this sudden inquiry, and he looked at the other person carefully.

After a moment, he replied in a tone of doubt and uncertainty: “You are? Mr. Green?”

As soon as this sentence came out, a subtle expression flashed across the faces of both of them, as if it was a subtle confirmation of each other’s identity.

The man – Bruce Banner, was extremely excited at this moment. He finally found the legendary “Mr. Blue”, the key person who might be able to unlock the secrets in his body and free him from the Hulk curse.