Meiman Killer Daily

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"Sorry, I went to the military hospital for something, so I'm late."

I left Frank's place and hurried back to Manhattan. It was already 12:30 noon. I seemed to be a lot late. I walked into the hotel and went to the private room. When I opened the door, I saw Edward and a strange man.

Having already started eating, the strange man seemed to have an amputated arm. He had a weathered appearance and was wearing glasses. He was in his forties. When he saw Peter, he managed a smile.

"Gard?!"

Apologizing, he sat down and poured himself a glass of red wine before continuing to explain.

"Well, he is a veteran and has something to do with my sales business, so I went to check on his health status."

"It's okay, we just arrived."

Edward smiled and said it didn't matter. Among familiar friends, it's normal to be late and have trouble, especially for people like Peter who work out from dawn to dusk and work hard to make money. They are not good people who make money for their own lives...

"Peter is the biology professor I told you about. He is an authority on genetics. I think he also participated in the Vietnam War. He was one of the most famous military doctors at the time, Kurt Connors."

Pointing to the man on the side to introduce him, Edward's tone was very respectful and of course also had a hint of ridicule. The man shook his head with a wry smile and complained.

"Edward, please don't pay me such compliments. You and I both know that I didn't participate in the war at all. The war was over when I went."

The other party looked at his arm subconsciously, obviously still a little concerned about the disability of his arm. Peter didn't ask about these things. Anyway, he just asked Edward in private. After a while, the waiter brought the exquisite dishes, and the three of them sat around

Peter asked while eating

"Is Ed's condition okay now?"

After hearing the question and putting down his knife and fork, Edward pointed at Connors again. Obviously Connors was the protagonist of today's discussion.

"The reason why I called you today is because of this matter. Connors has a plan that seems to be able to treat Ed. However, this plan cannot be launched immediately. It will take some time to perfect. I have already contacted him.

Our dean has discussed it and hired Connors to come to our hospital to do public research, provide funds to Connors, and share the patents at the same time."

"Congenital heart disease is not a hopeless disease. Through years of studying biology, I have discovered that in the genes of lizards and other animals, there is a rapidly growing gene that can be extracted. If we can slightly adjust this substance

, and convert it into stem cells that are beneficial to humans, then we may not just be able to save a child."

There seemed to be no common language in the silent communication at first, but when it came to academic issues, Connors' tone of voice began to become more confident. This may be a common problem among scientists. They immerse themselves in research and stay away from the world. As a result, they are unable to communicate with normal people.

When it comes to communication, I either feel that they are mentally retarded or that talking to them is a waste of time and worthless, but when it comes to my own profession, they are completely different.

Listening to Connors' words, Peter nodded. The genius scientist was highly praised by Edward. Connors would definitely not be a braggart. If he didn't have any real talent and knowledge, he wouldn't be respected like this by Edward.

Knowing that Edward himself is also a professor at Columbia University School of Medicine, and even serves as a substitute teacher once a week, such a big shot will never make a mistake.

"It's a pity that our hospital was acquired by someone a few days ago. Now the general public is in panic, and the director is unable to make decisions on many things."

Edward's words were a bit regretful. Because of the problems in the hospital, many things cannot be implemented now. Once the owner changes, although I don't know the saying "Emperor and Courtier", the meaning of this saying is also quite applicable in the United States. Peter smiled.

After answering, he patted Edward on the shoulder and said

"This matter is not a problem. A partner I know purchased your hospital and renamed it Covenant. From now on, Edward, the hospital will be fully managed by you!"

"Are you sure?! Peter, what kind of sales do you do to make so much money!?"

Edward looked at Peter in astonishment and was curious about Peter's work for the first time. You must know that the private hospital where he works is not a small hospital. If you want to acquire it, you will need at least 10 million in funds. This is only the minimum share.

, and then miscellaneous financial subsidies, at least three thousand must be spent.

Between ten thousand and fifty million. Some time ago, Peter was struggling with tens of thousands of dollars. It was impossible to have so much money in an instant. If he really had Edward, he would not dare to be friends with Peter again, because unless the other party goes

Rob a bank, otherwise I really don't know how to think about earning such a large amount of money.

Peter said he was very casual. In fact, the money was not very much, and he did not give too much to the boss of the hospital. He took the five million he defrauded from Potts, plus what Kingpin had given him some time ago, and what he had received from Ouba.

All the money defrauded by Dia Stan was deposited in Citibank, and then he communicated with the owner of the hospital through his identity as an agent and fully purchased the hospital at a 30% premium.

At the same time, because he did not have that much money, but based on 20 million, he signed a gambling agreement with the other party under the witness of Citibank, and gave the hospital a wholly-owned payment within two years. Otherwise, there would be two parties from Citibank.

Everything belongs to the other party. Under this temptation, even if they didn't know Peter's identity, the hospital said they were happy to sign the agreement. The matter was resolved all at once, and then the burden on him became even heavier...

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"Trade secrets are mainly used to help some wealthy people run errands and deal with some business problems, and then get to know those big guys and ask them to do some charity activities."

"Then our plan can start directly!"

Peter's explanation was a bit perfunctory, and Edward couldn't continue to ask questions. He didn't know whether it was clean or not, but Peter had already said that it was not his own money, but relying on the funding of the big boss, so he could only believe it temporarily.

The advantage now is that he can start research and treat more patients. As for who the boss of the hospital is, Edward doesn't really care, as long as he's not a bad guy or a demon.

"Connors it's dinner time!"

Excited, Connors stood up from his seat. Edward smiled and shook his head to remind him. Connors sat down again in embarrassment, lowered his head shyly to cover up his actions and explained.

"Hahahaha... I'm rude. To be honest, my theory has been rejected many times. Many people think that I am fanciful, even though my academic work has a strong scientific basis and has achieved success.

case, but I still couldn’t get those scientists to agree with my idea.”

"There won't be any danger."

Listening to Connors' explanation, Peter suddenly had a very ominous premonition. Lizard, there was a movie in Gene's memory, which seemed to be Spider-Man, but he didn't know the name of the lizard at all. How could a ghost remember it so clearly?

, Edward was afraid of causing misunderstandings and had to explain.

"What he is talking about is to completely extract the genes of the entire animal and inject them into the human body, so that people can regenerate their limbs or stop getting sick. However, many of the key technologies cannot be solved. However, the problem of injecting stem cells is a minor problem.

As long as a few details are changed, there is absolutely no danger with Connors's genius."

"Well, the extraction of whole-body genes is very dangerous. I dare not say that the direction is right now. It will take a long time for me to research, or it may be seven or eight years before I dare to do in vivo experiments. The whole idea is still just

It remains in the file, but Mr. Peter, I make a promise to you. Within one year, I will

I will definitely create drugs that can promote the recovery of congenital heart disease. Not only congenital heart disease, but all heart disease problems, I will work hard to solve them one by one. I will prioritize these matters and give you a satisfactory answer.

That child named Ed and patients all over the world have a hopeful future!"

As Connors added, Peter nodded knowingly. As long as it was not too harmful, it was still within the acceptable range. In fact, there was nothing to worry about. He had done everything for Ed. If

Ed was really turned into a lizard by the two scientists in front of him, or Connors is the lizard monster. As long as someone pays or he is in a bad mood, it is not impossible to kill him, and super-speed regeneration is not possible.

How about blowing him to pieces yourself, and give me a baby...

"If this is the case, I also make a promise to you, Mr. Connors, that I will find investment for you so that your research can successfully achieve what you want to achieve!"

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"Boss, we can't find out each other's identity at all. The money was taken away, and all the people guarding the money were killed."

In the vice president's office of Stark Industries, Obadiah Stan closed his eyes facing the beautiful scenery of more than fifty floors. After a long time, he slowly turned around, came to his desk, put on an earmuff and raised his head.

"Then why are you still alive!?"

The doubtful eyes raised a seemingly distressed question. The man looked nervous and clenched his fists subconsciously. He was unable to speak because of fear. His eyes were fixed on Obadiah Stan's palm, which had a button on it.

When he pressed the red button with his thumb, the man's meridians began to bulge, and his skin gradually turned purple.

"That's how they all get killed!"

He put the case on the table, straightened his clothes, gave a very gentlemanly smile, and spoke without even looking at the subordinate who had started to bleed from seven holes and walked out of the office. A subordinate walked away from the door of the office.

Come here, Obadiah Stan patted the other party's shoulder and whispered in his ear.

"If I can't get back five million, then you will all have to pay the price for this. Now get rid of the person inside who should have died long ago, and then you take his place!" (To be continued)