The Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) seems to be just an ordinary university, and there are not many school police officers on campus, but the risks that need to be taken to take tough measures to capture a super-first-class cutting-edge scientific laboratory building in Millican, and the serious consequences that will follow, are what Zhang Longchu, who dares to kill 300,000 local troops in a chaotic area like Kalimantan, is unwilling and dare not bear.

And if he wants to quietly seek highly enriched nuclear fuel in such a place, it is impossible to do it without an inner ghost, so he lowered his voice and said frankly: "I guess, Howard, because I urgently need to get a batch of highly enriched nuclear fuel recently, all I..."

"Nuclear fuel, you, what do you want this kind of thing for.

Oh God, Long Chu, are you really an arms dealer, selling nuclear fuel to those warmongers in Southeast Asia to build nuclear weapons! Howard interrupted Zhang Longchu's words in a hurry: "This, this kind of thing must not be done, this will kill thousands, even tens of millions of people, even if it is death, I can't help you, it's impossible..."

"When did you become so associative, can't you listen to me well," Zhang Longchu roared in an irritated whisper: "Who wants to build any nuclear weapons, the reason why I want nuclear fuel is to enhance my extraordinary strength and save my life, not to harm anyone." ”

"What do you mean by that?" Howard looked at Zhang Longchu's unkind face and asked sluggishly.

"My awakened superpower can evolve through the method of devouring heat radiation through my body," Zhang Longchu sighed, and explained half-truthfully: "In the past few years, by absorbing the heat energy emitted by high-energy fuels, I have completed 4 or 5 evolutions, raising the bio-energy level to the peak of silver life.

But when I tried to break through the golden life, I found that the thermal radiation of the high-energy fuel no longer worked on me..."

"That's tolerance, ah, I see, all you want to use nuclear radiation to see if you can promote the evolution of the body," Howard showed a suddenly realized expression, and interjected with relief: "Oh, brother, are you transcendents crazy, in order to improve your strength, you even went to the idea of nuclear fuel."

Haven't you ever thought about how serious the consequences will be if your idea is wrong?

If you are directly exposed to thermonuclear radiation at close range, based on the current concentration of nuclear fuel, it is estimated that the best outcome is that the skin will dissolve, the bones will mutate, and the tumor will grow, and then die immediately, while an extraordinary person like you may have to endure countless hellish tortures because of his life tolerance is much higher than that of ordinary people!

Don't think that in bioengineering, there is such a thing as using radiation-induced genetic mutations to enable ordinary people to gain superpowers, and that extraordinary people can receive nuclear radiation, which are completely different concepts..."

"I've tried, Howard," Zhang Longchu quietly listened to Howard's lesson, and when he was not so excited, he suddenly smiled slightly and said softly: "You also know my character, and if you think of it, you have to do it, all the nuclear waste rods that I bought from the black market and entered the decay period have tried, and proved that my idea is correct."

However, because the radiation intensity of those nuclear waste rods is so low and the effect is too poor, all of them accidentally learned from Aubano that you entered the Massachusetts Institute of Technology and did a nuclear oscillator test a while ago, I thought that maybe I could find some high-concentration nuclear fuel from you to complete the evolution of breaking through the golden life. ”

If it was an ordinary person who listened to Zhang Longchu's words, he might just be surprised, but Howard was already a preparatory physicist at this time, and he had a very deep understanding of the horror of nuclear radiation, so he stopped, stared at his eyes and was speechless for a long time, then looked at his friend and muttered: "Do you need to do this, Long Chu, in order to improve your strength, do you need to do this!"

I don't even want my life, and I don't even have cancer all over my body..."

"Then what's not to dare, man, I dared to flee to Southeast Asia 5 or 6 years ago when I just turned 16 and used fake death to save my life, let alone now." Zhang Longchu smiled bitterly and replied softly: "Actually, sometimes in the middle of the night, I also wonder if I would be happier if I had always been an ordinary person.

But Howard, I'm different from you, I'm an orphan who grew up on Orange Street, and if I didn't have the strength, I'm afraid I would have been killed by the gang leader Brian along with Old Baker, so I won't regret it, and I can't regret it.

Now I have no choice but to keep moving forward and moving forward on this road of no return, until I reach the peak of not being afraid of any strong enemy or being buried..."

"Actually, why did you suddenly flee from the United States in the first place, I also guessed the possibility later," Looking at his friend's bitter smile, Howard was silent for more than ten seconds, and said in a hoarse voice: "Think about it carefully, you really didn't have any fault in everything that happened.

So if you swear now that it's all about self-preservation, I'll promise to help you. When the words landed, Zhang Longchu immediately raised his finger and said: "I, Zhang Longchu, swear by the coffin of the old Baker and his wife buried in the Keton Cemetery, I want nuclear fuel just to improve my own strength, and there is no other purpose." ”

"I'm sorry brother, you know, what you asked me to do, it's really, it's too much to do, if because of this, therefore..."Seeing this scene, Howard showed a guilty expression on his face, and muttered, but Zhang Longchu interrupted with a smile, "I understand you Howard, I completely understand your naturally kind guy's mood just now, it's all okay."

You can rest assured that your promised happy hour won't be wasted. In the end, it has become a playful tone.

"You guy still has the heart to talk about this, usually you look cautious and cautious, but in fact, your character of not being afraid of the sky and the earth has really not changed at all," Hearing this inopportune joke, Howard shook his head with a wry smile, and then looked around in surprise at the endless flow of people, and said in a lost voice: "Hell, we should find a secret place to talk about those words just now..."

Seeing that he was a thief, Zhang Longchu interrupted Hoval's words with a smile, "Don't worry, brother, I'm an extraordinary being, and I've been paying attention to my surroundings while talking to you."

In fact, with a little military training, you can know that sometimes staying in a secret room is better than mixing in this kind of noisy procession, and talking is less likely to be eavesdropped.

But what day is it, and why are so many students dressed up as rats for a carnival early in the morning? ”

"That's not a mouse, it's our MIT mascot, the Beaver Mouse, which symbolizes that Massachusetts people are as smart and engineering proficient as the Beaver Mouse." Hearing this, Howard suddenly lifted his spirits, shrugged his shoulders and said triumphantly: "Yesterday afternoon, at the annual football game between Harvard and Yale, we successfully hacked into the scoring system and changed the final score to an animation of a beaver rat.

Ha ha... It's a pretty good uppercut knockout, isn't it? ”

"What does the game between Harvard and Yale have to do with your MIT?" Zhang Longchu asked incomprehensibly, seeing that he was so disappointed, Howard couldn't help frowning, and said dissatisfiedly: "You guys who haven't gone to college are really ignorant, Harvard, Yale, they played football, and the result was given by our MIT...

Forget it, this kind of thing can only be taken care of in your heart, whether the explanation is not clear, or think about how to help you achieve your goal, this is the right thing, isn't it.

But before that, I need to relax, my emotions just now are so fluctuating, I feel like my head is in a mess, and I can't think at all. ”

"You guy also said that my character of not being afraid of the sky and the earth in my bones has not changed," Zhang Longchu pouted and said: "I think you are nervous about everything for only 3 minutes, and as soon as you relax, you become arrogant and playful, and your personality has not grown much..."

As he spoke, he walked out of the MIT gate, talked with his friends and came to the street, hailed a taxi, got in together, and soon melted into the city's steel torrent.

Then time flies, and before you know it, two weeks have passed, and that afternoon, in the president's office of the MIT Administration Building, the current president of MIT, William. Rogers sat behind his antique desk full of historical precipitation, looking out the window at the campus bathed in the cold white sunlight of early winter, with a pensive expression on his face.

After a long time, he picked up the phone on his desk and said to the secretary, "Tracy, please Brown. Professor Vigo came to my office, thank you. ”

The voice landed, and in the earpiece, the female secretary, who was nearly half a hundred years old, replied in a dull voice: "Yes, principal." About 5 minutes later, there was a very regular knock on the door outside the principal's door.

The voice was in my ears, William. Rogers immediately stood up himself, opened the door, looked out at a small Caucasian man in an old-fashioned but very neat gray suit, with a pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and complained, "Oh, Brown, please, you can't just ring the doorbell once and make noise to give me a headache." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, William, I'm not a rotten administrator like you, I have a lot of time to waste, tell me quickly, what's the matter with me?" Brown. Vigo looked at William with a blank face. Rogers glanced at it, walked into the office on his own, sat directly on a round sofa against the wall, and said.

William smiled indifferently at the unkind temper of his old friend who had known him for half a century, and said softly: "Dear Brown, I have met a very remarkable young man in the last few days, well, how to say, he is interested in..."

Before he could finish speaking, Brown suddenly asked, "How much money is that young Kaizi going to donate to you, and what do you want?" (To be continued.) )