Metamorphosis Marvel Genius

Chapter 17 Wrong formula?

Anna really went home and changed a set of equipment - clothes.

Little Anna has a lot of puffiness on her arms, and the Weston school uniform constricts her arms. She usually doesn't feel it in class, but she feels uncomfortable when she is exercising.

In addition, small workshop work is easy to be stained with mechanical oil.

So before entering the working state, Anna will develop a habit of changing into overalls and denim overalls.

When you go out now, you always have to dress yourself up, put on short sleeves, wear a pair of Gucci sunglasses, put a baby hat on your head, pull out your hair from the buckle of the hat, and tie it into a ponytail, looking like a walking fat man.

Chubby dragged out a satchel.

With Coulson's stiff smile, Agent Mei carried Anna into the car.

Chubby.

A bit heavy.

Coulson felt the same way.

Don't look at the smile on his face, only he knows what he feels in his heart.

He is in a hurry.

You must know that for every second of time spent here, there is an additional risk of explosion over there.

Little Anna seemed to be able to guess what Coulson and the others were thinking, and explained: "It's not my weight." As she spoke, she tore the satchel and opened it. There were notebooks, Nintendo handhelds, flashlights, many buttons, and many Coulson and others What I don't know is that little Anna's satchel alone weighs more than ten kilograms.

Looks like a grocery bag, Coulson thought.

Little Anna took out her satchel, grabbed a bunch of button-sized things, and stuffed them into Coulson's hands, like stuffing candy on Halloween: "Electric pulse bomb, which emits a kilowatt-hour of electricity in 0.01 seconds , enough to turn an elephant electric, for you. You can try it, it’s not candy.”

Little Anna looks very generous.

……

The gymnasium is only 10 minutes away from Beacon Hill. In less than a moment, several people stopped in front of the gymnasium.

boom.
Another shock wave.

Loud car sirens blare from outside the stadium.

Anna is not surprised: "The energy of the shock wave changes in a parabolic shape. So far, the first wave has the largest energy, the fifth wave has the smallest energy, and the next wave has greater energy than the previous wave."

Then she took out the handheld device from her satchel, her new gadget. Recently, she is researching frequency issues and hopes to make a universal frequency simulator. It will be more convenient to steal the car lock in the future. I looked at the value: "30K Hz, ultrasonic , the energy is not too big, but the people who are close are unlucky."

Mufflers are a by-product of researching frequencies.

As Anna said, there was a wave of heavy blows in the gymnasium, the personnel were staggered, and the scene was a mess.

In order to prevent Dr. Octopus from approaching, the members of the Special Operations Team did not dare to leave the stellarator ten meters away. Therefore, they were the most seriously injured. Many of them had bleeding ears and noses and could not hold their guns.

Fortunately, the energy released by the sixth wave is not large, but under the strong air pressure, some people have blurred vision, deafness and tinnitus.

Seeing Coulson bring Anna in, Agent Hill and the scientists came out one after another, and the special forces team members cleaned up the mess.

The scientist looked at Anna, and made a gesture with Coulson's eyes: "This is the little short leg we are looking for?!"

Anna has a lot of flesh, and the jeans with suspenders show her short legs, but this outfit makes her look even more chunky.

It wasn't until Anna's eyes swept over with good intentions that a group of people cleared up their expressions: "Anna, we know that you participated in Dr. Octavius' nuclear fusion project."

After finishing speaking, the scientist moved out the whiteboard. In the video, he saw Xiaopang writing down the formula with a marker in his hand. Now he is looking forward to the miracle again.

Coulson and Mei looked at Anna eagerly, after all, they were the little ones they found.

Like the chubby hands in the photo, Anna's arms are also chic, so you can't make a mistake.

Agent Hill thought it was absurd, but after all, he gave the order himself, and he saw the photos with his own eyes.

a group of people looking forward to
For ten seconds, Anna didn't move.

For 1 minute, Anna didn't move.

10 minutes, Anna still didn't move
Everyone became anxious. The scientist thought that Anna was frightened by the big scene, so he came up and handed the lollipop, and comforted him softly: "Little Anna, don't be afraid, there are good people here, as long as you complete the whiteboard."

Coulson and Mei felt that they were looking for the wrong one. After all, Anna did not show up in the email, and Anna only showed her chubby hands in the photo. They wanted to ask Anne Weaver again.

Agent Hill sighed, and wanted to wave for Coulson to bring Anna back. After all, the gymnasium is not a safe place, and innocent little girls should not be allowed to suffer with them here.

Anna stared at the whiteboard with big eyes, and the marker pen in her hand loosened and tightened again.

Just when everyone was about to give up looking for a new solution, Anna said blankly: "Do you want me to write on your nose?!"

Anna felt that this group of people couldn't understand the wink or deliberately looked at her to make a fool of herself. The white board was so tall and she was so short. She was only seven years old, and she couldn't reach it even if she stepped on people's faces to climb up.

None of this group has read Freud.

Anna snorted coldly, who are they?

Everyone suddenly realized that this was the problem. They were thinking about it out of habit. They didn't notice that Anna was Anna after all. Coulson hurried over and overturned the whiteboard. A group of people apologized.

With everyone's expectant expressions, Anna walked to the whiteboard expressionlessly and walked around the whiteboard.

When she wanted it, others would not give it to her, but now others delivered it to her door with a smile on her face, and Anna didn't want it.

Write directly on the wooden floor of the gymnasium, brush and brush, without looking at the whiteboard. Is it necessary to complete the formulas listed by Anna herself? It is enough to rewrite them.

Squatting on the ground, the black ink of the marker was drawn across the floor, and the little butt was pouted, looking like a watermelon, a rolling watermelon.

Anna has strict requirements on herself, just like Planck's constant. She must use standard Greek. Even if it is difficult to grasp the marker pen, she will write well even if she writes slowly.

What is written with the pen is the face.

After 3 minutes, a neat blackboard floor was completed, and there were still a few footprints on the floor.

The final formula is completed.

The scientist was overjoyed, and hurried up to hold Anna's two chubby hands, as if the old chief was condolences to the frontline soldiers.

Anna was noncommittal, watching the scientist enter the formula into the computer, enter various parameter variables, and temporarily compile the program.

Good!

He was connected to the computer cluster of Harvard University and programmed parallelism. Soon, the cluster returned the results.

Agents Hill and Coulson stood behind the scientist and watched as the scientist opened the return TXT file and output a series of binary text.

The input parameters are above the txt document, and the output results are below. You can see the output matrix, and the formula is completely correct.

The scientist double-clicked his palm, and everyone around became excited. Having a solution means that there is no longer endless waiting, which means that the responsibility on the shoulders can be offloaded, and it means that Boston can be safe.

The scientist pulled the text information to the end, saw the final result, and was dumbfounded: "Zero, how is it possible?!"

"What's the meaning?!"

Agent Hill frowned, she vaguely guessed the result, the problem was that she didn't want to face this result at all.

"dead end."

0 means that the formula has no solution, and no solution is a dead end.

Just like the Salem witch trials in the 17th century, the special trial court in Massachusetts finally dropped the trial order-hanging the witches, Agent Hill and the others felt that there was a noose around their necks.

With a sound of execution, the noose tightened suddenly.

Agent Hill felt out of breath.

　Ask for a recommendation ticket

　　


(End of this chapter)