Dick Shiloh's life can be described as a success, and the fact that he almost won the Nobel Prize did not become a shame for him to regret most of his life.

On the contrary, he is proud.

Because compared with those Nobel laureates, not only is his academic achievements not much worse, but he also enjoys a higher prestige among ordinary people.

His pharmacological knowledge specifically designed to inhibit cancer has been adopted by many pharmaceutical companies and has produced more than 30% of the anti-cancer drugs on the market. Unfortunately, there are some things that cannot be patented, otherwise he would have become a billionaire.

But even so, his life is very rich, and in terms of research, he can easily get the R&D funds of those pharmaceutical companies.

Dick Shiloh has been a bit anxious in recent times as his research gets bogged down.

On the basis of his previous research results, he not only invested his own private wealth, but also obtained research funds from two pharmaceutical companies, hoping to further his research results, from suppressing cancer to curing cancer.

He firmly believes that as long as he can succeed, he can not only achieve countless wealth, but also truly win the Nobel Prize. In today's society, it is difficult to compare the results of research with the cure of cancer.

The research that lasted for several years has not been able to further his research results, and even the research direction that he was convinced of before has now been denied by experiments again and again.

"What the hell should I do?"

Dick Shiloh felt like he was going completely bald, and overthinking always had this complication.

As usual, he rushed to his lab after dawn, and then before all the researchers arrived, he began to think about how to proceed with the next step of research, or the next experiment.

At that moment, a call rang out in the lab, which was used by someone to prevent them from entering the lab because they did not have an access card.

Dick Shiloh was a little angry.

"What's wrong with people now? I won't talk about coming to work at the stuck point, but I finally came early once, but I forgot to bring the access control card? ”

Dick Shiloh, who was ready to take the opportunity to get angry and educate his researchers, saw a scene that should have appeared in the movie after walking out of the door of the laboratory.

Seven people stood at the door of his laboratory, all dressed in black suits and white shirts, each of whom was extremely strong.

American gangsters don't wear such clothes, and this way of appearing is very similar to those special departments in the United States in the movie.

When Dick Shiloh thought this, the person in the lead smiled at him and said, "Hello Professor Dick Shiloh, I'm Aaron Martin, a former Delta Special Forces Captain officer, and now the acting head of the Strategic Logistics Department of the U.S. Special Incident Response and Homeland Security Agency. ”

The captain officer of the Delta Special Forces is nothing, but the long string of prefixes behind Aaron Martin makes Dick Shiloh a little confused.

Special Incident Response and Homeland Security Agency, does the U.S. have this department?

What kind of department is the strategic logistics department, and why did the acting head of such a high-sounding position come to see him?

Dick Shiloh opened his mouth to say, "You ......"

Aaron Martin very politely interrupted Dick Shiloh and said, "Professor, the United States needs your help, and humanity all over the world needs your help, so we shouldn't waste time and leave now." ”

Dick Shiloh was blown away by Aaron Martin's two needs, when did he become so important?

"But my lab...... And you ......."

Professor Dick Shiloh was a little dazed, but Aaron Martin understood what he meant, it wasn't the first time he had done this kind of thing, he had been doing this kind of thing for a while, so he knew what these people would react normally to.

The first one is naturally to doubt their identity, which is easy to solve, the so-called strategic logistics department is the lofty name of the technical department of the SHSD department, and Wen Ming is the head of this department, so the identity of Aaron Martin and others is completely legitimate.

Of course, the premise is that Wen Ming has not been expelled from SHSD.

The second is naturally reluctant to leave, because these people have their own affairs, and it will be a great loss to leave rashly.

But this problem is also very easy to solve.

"You can make a list of all the losses you've lost while you're away, and we'll have someone to make up for them," Aaron Martin said. Rest assured, we will not let you lose money. ”

Dick Shiloh believes that what Aaron Martin said at this time is that the U.S. government is paying for it.

In fact, it is Wen Ming, the current richest man in the world.

"Okay, can you tell me what exactly you need me to do?"

Dick Shiloh agreed, but he still asked very skeptically, he really couldn't understand what he could do to help the United States and help humanity all over the world.

Aaron Martin's expression became serious and said, "I'm sorry, this is a state secret, and we will only be able to tell you about this matter after you arrive at our base and sign a non-disclosure agreement." ”

State Secrets......

Dick Shiloh was frightened again, took a deep breath and said, "So, when are we leaving?" ”

……

When Dick Shiloh got on a private jet, he realized that the United States did not need him alone to save the United States.

Just on their plane, there were already more than 50 ordinary people dressed in different clothes, and Dick Shiloh clearly saw that Aaron Martin and his party, who brought him over, also went to another plane next to them.

At the same time, there was another batch of black suits that took some people on that plane.

"What the hell are we going to do?"

A middle-aged white man sitting next to Dick Shiloh asked with a blank expression, "Aren't they calling themselves the Strategic Logistics Department of the U.S. Special Incident Response and Homeland Security Agency?" Shouldn't such divisions be subordinate to the military? But why was it a private jet that picked us up instead of a military plane? ”

Dick Shiloh looked impressed, he still hadn't remembered the name of that department, and the person next to him was able to blurt it out.

If the author knew, he would definitely take the name a little longer, a few words of good water.

"Hello, I'm Dick Shiloh."

The middle-aged white man saw Dick Shiloh stretch out his hand, and he also reached out to shake it, and said, "I'm Andrew LeBron James, a professor of mechanical dynamics at MIT. ”

Mechanical dynamics?

Dick Shiloh was stunned for a moment, could it be that this time it was not just a medical expert like him who was needed?

"I'm a professor of medicine at Princeton University, can you tell me what this department that brought us here does?"

Both are famous American universities, and although the majors of the two sides are different, they also have a common language in a short period of time.

"I don't know, a few people came to my house in the middle of the night last night, and told me that the United States needs me, that all mankind needs me, and I only know that they claim to be from the Strategic Logistics Department of the U.S. Special Events Response and Homeland Security Agency."

Someone next to him heard the exchange between the two and joined in, saying, "I'm from the University of Pennsylvania, engaged in the new energy ...... of the research laboratory."

More and more people joined the exchange, and what made them strange was that all the guests sitting on this plane were almost not in the same profession, but they had achieved a lot in their respective fields.

"Could we have been deceived?"

The middle-aged white man who first raised the question, the professor of mechanical dynamics, said, "They're not an official department of the United States at all?" ”

At that moment, they heard the roar of the propellers, and through the portholes, they could see two military transport planes appear in the airfield.

Then, quite a few people in civilian clothes walked out of the transport plane, and judging by their age, none of these people were young.

"I know those two people, and they're professors of computer science at our Massachusetts Institute of Technology."

Apparently a military transport plane appeared in the airfield, and these people no longer had any doubts about Aaron Martin's identity.

But they are still very puzzled, what is the purpose of finding so many experts in different specialties?

What kind of crisis needs to be solved by people from so many industries?

"Will it ...... Was it the discovery of aliens? ”