I'm in Marvel's infinite draw

Occupation: Prince of Wakanda.

Status: As the son of the king of Wakanda, T'Chaka, the sole heir of Wakanda and the future king of Wakanda, received a good quality education since childhood.Currently studying Ph.D. in Physics at Oxford University...

Among these four people.

Some are princes, some are prisoners, some are still studying, and some are doctors, and there is absolutely nothing that can be connected.

But Kyle didn't even bother to hold a family meeting, but asked for the personal information of these four people by name. There must be his reason for this. Yutong collected all the information in less than half a day.

Looking at Kyle's meaningful reading of the archives, Yutong showed a surprised expression, and couldn't help but said: "Boss, among the four, except for the special Prince T'Challa of Wakanda, how can the other three be enough to attract people?" Your attention?"

Kyle smiled faintly, put down the archives, and said firmly: "They are special individuals, no one in a million. Among them, they may still be ordinary people. It's just that the opportunity has not yet come. Sooner or later, the corresponding extraordinary Fate will befall them."

Yutong blinked, half understanding, and said: "So, we have to wait until the so-called fate comes, until they are no longer ordinary people?"

"Wait, I've never been your boss—my style!"

Kyle shook his head slightly, narrowed his eyes and said: "There is no time to wait for them anymore. Since the opportunity has not come, let me create it!"

"Then how do we do it?" Yutong asked.

"This one." Kyle pulled out Peter Parker's personal file, handed it to Yu Tong, and ordered: "Send it to Tony, and tell him that he will definitely be interested in this boy, and let him think about it. "

"Understood." Yutong took over Peter's personal file.

"As for the others."

Kyle looked at the information of the other three people in his hand, and sighed lightly, "Let us do it!"

Create a hero plan, start!

Chapter 467 Doctor Strange

Strange is a neurosurgeon who saves lives.

Yes, saving lives and helping the wounded, even he himself thinks so.

Even though he was only in his thirties and his career as a doctor had only been ten years, Strange could confidently say that if he was only the second in New York in terms of neurosurgery skills, no surgeon would dare to claim the number one in New York.

Strange is undoubtedly a superior and conceited genius. Within ten years, he was not only famous in the medical field for his neurosurgery techniques, but also got a lot of shares in the surgical hospital where he worked, becoming a young and wealthy surgeon and Shareholders.

Now Strange no longer cares about the amount of medical expenses, but only cares about whether the next seriously ill patient he handles has a surgical intractable disease that other doctors cannot solve, and then he will challenge the patient by relying on his extraordinary neurotherapy technology. suffer from.

This morning.

Strange drove one of his favorite cars, the Chevrolet A8, across the main road with traffic, to the private surgical hospital in the center of New York, to prepare for the surgeon's daily work.

But as soon as he arrived at the main entrance of the surgical hospital, Strange unexpectedly discovered that the entrance of the hospital was crowded with media personnel, so many local policemen rushed over to maintain order with the hospital's guards and blocked those who wanted to enter. Media reporters in hospital building.

"Except for the patients living in the hospital, their relatives, and the hospital nurses, no one else is allowed to enter the hospital building!" The captain of the guard wiped the sweat from his face and held a loudspeaker in his hand, yelling at the crowd. warn.

A group of media personnel were taken aback for a moment, and then shouted even harder:

"I'm a patient! Let me go to the emergency room!"

"I'm sick! I'm sick too!"

Strange got in from the boiling crowd, the guard captain recognized him, and hurriedly pulled Strange out of the crowd.

"Captain Philip, what's going on with these media?" Strange asked in confusion.

"Doctor Strange, you'll know as soon as you go in." The captain of the guard gave Strange a wry smile, and then continued to try hard to resist the media reporters, so as not to interfere with the recuperating patients when they were emotional.

Strange could only enter the hospital building full of doubts, and then came to the reception hall on the first floor. His female colleague——Dr. Christine Palmer stepped forward quickly, Pulling his arm, he walked towards the elevator, "Come with me, the dean and chairman are waiting for you!"

Strange ran after him, and couldn't help asking: "Dr. Christine, what happened in the hospital, it can't be a serious doctor or patient, right? It's not like you are in such a hurry."

"Our hospital has been acquired! Can you not be in a hurry?" Christine said angrily.

"What did you say?" Strange was stunned.

Inside the employee-only elevator going up to the high-level conference hall.

Strange's face was tense, he thought calmly, and muttered, "That's not right! Even if the hospital is acquired, according to the agreement, a general meeting of shareholders should be held first, and votes will be made step by step. After all, this is a major event."

Christine shrugged and said: "Because of the identity of the acquirer and the price given, the major shareholder has no reason to refuse, so he agreed on his own initiative. Now the other party, as well as the dean and shareholders, The contract is being signed in the meeting room. The dean asked me to wait for you downstairs, and when you arrive, I will take you directly to the meeting hall."

"How can I put it this way, our hospital can be ranked among the top three in New York City, and it is the only private surgical hospital! It's so sloppy... What is the origin of the other party?" No matter how calmly Strange thought about it, he couldn't think of it. A complete answer.

"Just now I said I wasn't calm enough. You'll know when you get to the conference hall." Christine kept a secret, and said softly, "If I had to describe it, the other party is... the ceiling."

ceiling?What adjective is this?

Strange's own genius arrogance made him have the idea of ​​competing with the opponent.

When Christine rushed to the corridor of the meeting room with Strange, the door of the meeting hall suddenly opened, the old director of the hospital was at the forefront, and there were more than a dozen shareholders and directors, all of them bent over attentively, The stars walked out around a man and a woman like the moon.

"Christine, the person you are talking about, could it be..."

Strange stopped in a daze and opened his mouth wide. Even without the crowd surrounding him, the man and the woman were equally eye-catching. The man was young and handsome, while the woman was elegant and stunning. When the two walked together, no one could take their eyes off. .

Kyle Karl, the symbol of peace, and Uhitomi Karl, chairman of the unnatural agency.

Isn't this the ceiling?

The ceiling that represents all industries, achievements, money, and rights, etc.!

The director of the hospital obviously saw Strange, stepped forward quickly, pulled him and said in a low voice: "Strange, you came too late, the contract has already been signed, and you can make another signature later." gone."

Before Strange could respond, the old dean pulled Strange, turned to Kyle and Yutong, and introduced: "Mr. Kyle, Miss Yutong, this is the most outstanding neurosurgeon in our hospital." — Stephen Strange, also one of the shareholders of the hospital."

"Oh?"

Kyle smiled faintly. He was wearing a short-sleeved T-shirt on his upper body and cropped slacks on his lower body. He had a tall, strong and perfect physique, and a gentle and calm domineering temperament, which made the shareholders with beer bellies consciously keep a certain distance.

To know.

Kyle, the symbol of peace, was a demon killer in World War II, and his current status is even more outrageous. No matter how easy-going he is, no one dares to really be easy-going with him.

What everyone on the field didn't expect was that Kyle suddenly stepped forward and stretched out his left hand to Strange, "Doctor Strange, right? Hello."

Not only the others were stunned, but Strange was also stunned. Fortunately, Christine pushed him, and Strange stretched out his hands flattered and held Kyle together.

In the face of the living legends of New York, all geniuses and pretensions vanished.

Because the other party is the most extreme genius.

"Strange, you are a surgeon."