"Are you awake?! How are you feeling!"
At that moment, before the man could continue thinking, Elias Bane opened the door and entered with two research assistants, then handed him a glass of water and spoke with a friendly expression.
"Thanks, I've never felt better." Seeing the glass of water, the man, who was already thirsty, drank it quickly.
After taking a sip, he felt better, assessed the state of his body, and faced the familiar person in front of him.
It can be said that after leaving the battlefield, what he regretted most was not dying there, as he could have secured a generous compensation for his wife and daughter.
One night, his wife and daughter came to play while he was sleeping, and when they woke him up, he almost shot them with a gun.
At that moment, if the bullet had strayed a little further...
He can't even forget that scene, the disbelief of his wife and the cries of his daughter.
If he had really done something wrong, he felt he would die and go to hell without being able to atone for his sins.
But fortunately, now... he finally has a second chance.
"Can you still remember your previous memories now?"
"Can you recall some details?"
…
"Try again to remember the memories of the war."
Besides asking question after question, Elias Bane also obtained the answers he wanted from the experimenter's mouth.
"It's quite perfect, believe me, just watch for a few more days, after the recovery period, you can go back."
"After leaving this time, your family will welcome a new person who won't be affected by war injuries."
After passing the test equipment in his hand to the assistant beside him, Elias Bane told the man in front of him with a smile.
"Thanks. If it weren't for you, I'd have been homeless a long time ago."
After hearing the research leader's words, the man immediately stood up and gratefully spoke to the person in front of him.
Then, Elias Bane walked out the door.
…
Time passed quickly and, in the blink of an eye, half a month had gone by since the last successful investigation into the brain chip.
During this time, Killian spent a lot of time buying a large number of production lines and high-tech instruments for Baymax.
Each of these is also among the best equipment in the world, and after they arrived, he placed them all on the research island in Miami.
Underneath it, there's now a research hall 50 floors underground.
Killian liquidated all previous construction companies and replaced them with Baymax, which had been transformed and had its silicone skin removed.
At this moment, there are nearly three thousand robots here that use various methods and tools to dig methodically.
Each robot here has its own area and tasks, and everything's efficiency is many times faster than before.
And as more robots are installed here in the future, the speed of underground construction will be faster.
Soon, the hive thousands of meters deep underground will be brought back to this world.
"Sir, Miss Maya Hansen requests to inform you at the company."
Baymax's message rang in Killian's earphones, and he left his work and took the elevator to the laboratory entrance.
The current island lab seems to have changed drastically.
Not only has an iron wall been installed around the island, but there are also hundreds of Black Watch members with weapons patrolling the island.
And Killian's special car, under such a large patrol, headed to the outskirts of the island with a large number of armed escort convoys.
Looking at Killian, who was surrounded by top-level weapons and powerful equipment, he couldn't help but smile.
After confirming the collaboration with Ross, the first tyrant was sent.
Later, Ross gave the green light to Killian's request for an arms company and the subject of personal security weapons.
And after that, as if Ross was worried about his own safety, he fully customized it according to the travel specifications of the U.S. military general.
If Killian didn't want to keep a low profile, Ross would have gotten him an armed Hummer.
During that time, Killian could barely tell who was selling arms to whom.
He also promised that as long as Killian was in danger anywhere, as long as he called his phone, armed helicopters could be arranged to come for support at any time, and battalion-level units would provide unconditional rescue.
At the end of that day, Killian understood why the military had made such a big move after Tony Stark was kidnapped and disappeared by terrorists.
Because the place was too big and the terrorists had Obadiah Stane as a mole, they couldn't be found.
Otherwise, with the strength of the military, they might not really be able to overthrow all of Afghanistan.
After all, Tony is the biological father of their high-end weapon iterations and upgrades.
It's just that Killian is like this now, after Ross reported the tyrant's real combat data to the high-ranking military officers.
Not long after, it was like this: on the road, five Humvees were clearing the way, and all vehicles were equipped with officially approved heavy firepower, plus Black Watch, which is also an elite force.
For Black Watch, firepower is everything; as long as the firepower is sufficient, there's no unbeatable enemy.
Not to mention the security issues and the army's armed helicopter coverage.
Looking at everything around him, Killian felt satisfied with his previous decision to befriend the military.
…
So, under the envious gaze of passersby, Killian's convoy immediately arrived at the company building in the science and technology park.
And Maya Hansen was also standing at the door waiting for Killian early on with a smile on her face.
Even before Killian got out of the car, she thoughtfully ran over and opened the car door, smiling respectfully at Killian.
"Haha, I don't remember when I hired such an important student secretary."
Looking at Maya Hansen in front of him, Killian couldn't help but joke as he got out of the car.
"If the boss needs it, I can be a secretary, as long as the boss doesn't fire me."
After hearing Killian's words, Maya Hansen also joked back.
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