Marvel turns into Iron Man

When she turned around and left the meeting room resolutely, she stuck out her tongue at the directors at a corner of their sight.

"Why can people like you make money? Does this world favor the mentally retarded too much?"

She couldn't help but feel jealous in her heart, and the expression on her face looked a little ugly, as if she was full of resentment towards the group's board of directors.

Over the past few years, Miss Stark has had more than one creative invention.

Although it cannot be said that every item is enough to change the current world structure, it can also bring Stark Industries to a higher place.

As a result, the good things were all sold off by the board of directors, at least not at the price she expected.

For this reason, she has protested more than once, but what she got was something like "you don't know what economy is at all".

Although it did not sell at the price Miss Stark expected, at least the overall trend of Stark Industries is on the rise.

Moreover, the board of directors has not deducted her fixed monthly living expenses of about 100 million in addition to research funds.

Well—at least she got it, and she didn't lack money in her hand, so let's leave it at that for now.

As for the so-called next experimental project, Miss Stark already has the answer deep in her heart.

In the back of her mind, there are many interesting and extremely creative things in those memory fragments.

After careful consideration over and over again, she set her sights on something closely related to herself.

No, certainly not the Iron Suit, something that hasn't actually been created out of necessity.

What Miss Stark is coveting is a virus, a biochemical weapon virus called Extremis.

Merging the memory fragments in her mind, she remembered more things that she had naturally forgotten.

For example, at the turn of the millennium, she was invited to participate in a scientific event in Zurich, Switzerland.

That was the first time she met the woman named Maya Hansen, an expert in cell genetic engineering from the United States.

Oh, I forgot, it's worth noting that that was the day she first officially feuded.

Yes, about this point, it was still the story she saw from her own body in another world in the memory fragments.

Although the two different world lines have completely different genders, their choices are surprisingly consistent.

When the greasy-looking cripple tried to pester him, he was simply dismissed by himself.

If she hadn't seen it, I'm afraid she would never have known that she had inadvertently created an old enemy for herself.

On the New Year's Eve of the millennium, at the New Year's Eve party of the Swiss Association for Science and Creation, the cripple was blowing cold wind on the roof alone.

Looking at the fireworks around the city, the crowd in high spirits, it seems that the hilarity belongs to them, and the only thing left to them is loneliness.

The man named Aldrich Killian had almost chosen to jump because of her.

If he really jumped, then, I'm afraid his revenge story is estimated to have ended long ago.

Maybe the next morning, before Miss Stark leaves Zurich, I can still see the poor man who fell from the building.

Face down in a pool of blood, they were thrown into body bags and taken to the morgues of the best hospitals in Switzerland.

Maybe the police can find out that he had made an appointment with Miss Stark to meet on the rooftop before.

But Miss Stark had an alibi, so the police concluded that the person was blown down by the wind.

Perhaps the reputation of Stark Industries Group may be damaged because of this, but it is not a big problem.

However, the other party never jumped down, on the contrary, he ignited the fire of revenge against Miss Stark herself.

If she hadn't obtained those memory fragments, she might not have known that there was an inevitable battle between her and him.

But since she already knew—then why is there any need, how about finding a killer to kill him?

Miss Stark, who returned to the penthouse, was lying on the sofa, but she was thinking of some inexplicable things.

Looking for a killer, maybe he can be killed, but she really doubts whether it can really solve the problem.

What appeared in those memory fragments made her understand that this world has never been so simple.

Destiny—is never something that can be easily changed.

Even if he finds a killer to kill that Aldrich Killian, what's the point.

Without him, the matter may not be finished, and I may meet other people to replace him as my enemy.

Leaving aside this matter for now, Miss Stark is more interested in another thing.

That is the cell basic structure formula that she gave to Maya Hansen and finally successfully contributed to the Extremis virus.

Maya Hansen's research has stalled, and the most fundamental reason is that her basic structural calculations have gone wrong.

For this reason, she specifically found Miss Stark who was going to Zurich to attend the party, and got a chance to be alone with her.

Maybe something happened, but at least Maya Hansen did get what she wanted.

Miss Stark is not an expert in biology, but she is a super genius, far beyond the intelligence of ordinary people.

Combined with her knowledge of physics, she was able to successfully derive the problem that stalled Maya Hansen's research.

The knowledge of physics based on mathematics was directly confirmed by Ms. Stark on genetics, which she was not good at.

Maya gets the cell-based formula for Extremis, and Miss Stark...she gets a restless night.

Now, it's been a full six years since Millennium Night, and she can't remember exactly what happened.

But she pays more attention to the basic composition of the cells that once flowed from her, and that should also belong to her.

Just considering that Miss Stark herself is not good at genetic engineering, she decided to ask someone for help.

For example, just like now, she is looking through her address book, trying to find a relevant technical expert.

As the daughter of the Stark Industries Group, she is also a scientist who is active in the forefront of science and technology.

Miss Stark's range of friends can actually be said to be quite extensive.

It includes three different areas of politics, business, and military, and there are also many big names known to the academic circle.

However, what she was looking for at this time was not an outsider, but someone she had known for a long, long time.

Miss Stark found a person in her address book, and then dialed the other person's phone number.

About a few seconds later, the phone was connected, and a somewhat surprised female voice came out.

"Toni, I didn't expect you to call me?"

"Honey, I'd love to call you sooner too—are you still in New York?"

"Sorry, Toni, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed. I'm in Seoul now, not New York."

Before Miss Stark finished speaking, Miss Helen's apologetic voice came from the other end of the phone.

Her name is Helen, Helen Zhao, and she is a Korean expert in genetic engineering and biomedical engineering research.

He is the developer of ECM endothelial cell culture medium gel wound repair technology and a top bioscience research scholar.

It is a special biological cell framework unique to animal cells that can support and connect tissue structures.

The ECM gel developed by Helen is a special medical device aimed at rapid healing of physical injuries.

But more important than those things, Helen was Miss Stark's roommate at MIT.

Just this one is enough for everything - there is nothing to discuss, just a good girlfriend.

"Okay honey, I came across something interesting and wanted to share it with you."

"That's good. I'll arrange a flight to Seoul today, and I'll see you in the evening."

Question, how much does it cost to hire an expert with a double doctorate in genetic engineering and biomedical engineering research?

The answer is uncertain, because technical experts have different bargaining chips, so it is difficult to give a specific answer.

But if you hire your best girlfriends to help you do something-in this way, how much money will it cost?

Miss Stark thought it was an air ticket and several thousand dollars in food expenses, maybe even the food expenses were not needed.

After contacting Helen, she immediately asked Pepper to help her arrange a private jet route to South Korea.

In addition, she also found Maya Hansen's personal computer while the route was approved.

Miss Stark successfully hacked into the other party's computer and the connected data server, and downloaded a large amount of data.

It's just... She doesn't seem to be ashamed of this hacker's illegal behavior, but rather proud of it.

She has a close relationship with Maya Hansen, and her current behavior is nothing more than collecting some interest for the future.

After comparing the stolen data files with the basic composition of Extremis virus cells in his own database.

Miss Stark, however, is getting more and more excited about her future travels—excitement for no reason.

The Boeing executive jet that belonged to her was still parked at Kennedy International Airport, and the approval of the route was not difficult.

That night, her figure had already appeared at the Incheon International Airport in Seoul, South Korea.

For a businessman with a deep background like Miss Stark, the South Korean government will provide considerable convenience, and no one knows what they are planning.

Maybe it is looking forward to things like capital tycoons from the United States who will take a fancy to certain local industries and give some investment?

She really came here in a hurry and didn't even bring much luggage. Even the bodyguard team was left behind, and only Happy was with her.

But when she was leaving her private jet, she saw the woman who came to pick her up just under the gangway.

Perhaps because of the haste, Dr. Zhao didn't even have time to take off his white lab robe.

"Hi Toni, long time no see, welcome to my country—"

Dr. Zhao has a white and delicate oriental face, with a little bit of makeup, full of oriental charm.

She was standing under the gangway, on the other side of the airstrip, with a silver Porsche behind her.

Looking at the woman in white directly below the gangway, Miss Stark smiled and walked down the gangway slowly.

"Yeah, we haven't seen each other for about three or two years, do you miss me, dear."

As she spoke, she opened her arms, hugged Dr. Zhao in her arms, and whispered in her ear.

"I often think about our college days at MIT, Helen."

"Yeah, it's so...er, memorable."

As a classmate and good friend in college, she has a strong relationship with her.

This is also the real reason why Miss Stark chose to leave for Seoul, South Korea at the moment.

"Happy, the flight team will be handed over to you, take them to have fun, and treat them as a vacation."

"Miss, what do you mean, your safety—"

"Literally, I'm going to stay here for a while, and they're in charge of you."

Before the bodyguard Happy Hogan finished speaking, he was interrupted directly by Miss Stark.

With that said, Miss Stark stretched out her hand, opened the door of the Porsche, and sat in the co-pilot's seat.

Dr. Zhao shrugged his shoulders, opened the door and sat in the driving position, and started the engine of the sports car.

"Miss, you can't leave—"

"Whatever, Helen, drive, let's go."

Watching the silver coupe heading north along the runway of the airport, the bodyguard Happy had a distressed expression on his face.

"Here again, Miss Pepper may scold me to death..."

In fact, this was not the first time he encountered Miss Stark out of his sight.

A willful existence like her would often break away from the protection of the security team and run away by herself.

When the bodyguards brought her back sweating profusely, she just said indifferently that she needed a private space.

The job of the security team was to keep her safe, but—what the hell was going on?

Looking at the silver phantom of the sports car gradually disappearing under the night, Happy felt that his work might be over.

"Mr. Hogan, where's the boss?"

On the gangway, the pilot poked his head out of the cabin in a daze, as if he didn't realize what happened.

"She gave us a holiday, you can rest on your own, the specific working hours are to be determined."

The fat palm patted his forehead helplessly, Happy Hogan shook his head and said with a sigh.