Clarke

"William, come on" Stephen stood at the door of the dormitory and waved to Clark. "What's the point of going to the library every day? You should participate in more activities, otherwise it will be a waste of your figure."

Clark sat at his desk and said without looking back, "No, I signed up for a double major and am very busy."

"Come on, I know you can basically understand it after reading the book once. Come on, come on, sophomore year is almost over, and it will be too late if you don't have a party."

Clark shook his head behind Stephen's back and continued reading, keeping the speed of one page in ten seconds.

Stephen walked downstairs and shook his head regretfully at the two senior sisters, "I tried my best."

The senior students looked at each other regretfully and waved to Stephen to set off.

Stephen got in the car and drove the two senior sisters outside the school.

Unlike Clark, who received a full scholarship and occasionally worked part-time, Stephen's family was a standard middle-class family. His father was a lawyer and his mother was a dentist.

Stephen himself is a genius with a photographic memory. There is basically no pressure to study, so he often attends cocktail parties and parties.

Clark is still as obsessed with academics as he was in high school, living a three-point-one-line life between the library, laboratory and dormitory every day.

In order to get the right to use the laboratory for a longer period of time and to make some money, Clark proved his academic ability to the professor who taught the class during his freshman year and successfully obtained the position of teaching assistant.

The professor also expressed many times that he hopes Clark can further his studies with him.

In order not to waste time, Clark applied for a double major in medicine, and often took classes with Stephen.

Stephen also applied for a double major in science under Clark's stimulation.The two of them are relatively well-known in Colombia, a country full of talents.

Clark attends ten hours of classes a day. He has already completed his junior year courses before his sophomore year is over, and his senior year classes have not yet begun. Recently, he has been free to think about graduate school topics.

Clark once considered studying his own cells, but Joe stopped Clark. Joe believed that studying Clark's body would not be beneficial to the earth with the current level of technology on earth. On the contrary, if he was not careful, he might create something that people on earth could not control.

Clark listened to Joe's opinions and finally decided to learn from Kryptonian technology, combine it with Earth's knowledge, and start with cell enhancement.

Although Clark has not officially started research on the subject, he has published many papers in cutting-edge scientific research magazines.

Clark rejected solicitations from top companies in the biological field such as Osborne Industrial Group and Pim Technology, as well as solicitations from many well-known professors, and was determined to conduct research on his own.

SHIELD funded Clark in the name of supporting scientific research and promised to rent a professional laboratory to Clark at a low price.

Clark finished his sophomore and junior years in a very ordinary way, and successfully applied for early graduation at the end of his junior semester. Columbia's early graduates with double majors in engineering and medicine are among the best in the entire history of the school.

Everyone speculated which big company this much-anticipated genius would go to work for, but they never expected that William Davis would disappear from the public eye after graduation. No one knew where he went after graduation. There was no shortage of geniuses. William Davis's name was no longer spoken in New York.

......

2008, New York, Manhattan, inside a laboratory.

Clark let out a long sigh, lay back on the chair, looked at the data on several screens in front of him, and suddenly said aloud in the room where he was the only one: "It should be done this time, it's finally done. All experiments will be published in a few days."

Light and shadow flashed across the room, and Joe's figure emerged. Joe stood next to Clark and smiled happily, saying, "Of course, this is perfect data."

Clark turned to look at Joe and smiled, "Now SHIELD finally doesn't have to worry about funding. It's obvious that they can't see the research results. In order for me to stay in New York safely, they have to allocate so much research funding to me every year."

Qiao waved his hand, a light screen rose in the sky, and a fan pattern appeared. "In fact, since we sold some small patents to various companies in the past few years, SHIELD's allocation has become less and less of our research funding."

"I know, but they helped us a lot after all." Clark shook his head, "Nick and Coulson are also among my few friends."

"Speaking of friends, Stephen has been in some trouble recently." Joe said as he released the news.

"Our reporter reported that the assistant of the famous New York surgeon Stephen Strange recently revealed in an interview that his boss would not accept some more difficult surgeries in order to ensure the success rate of his surgeries. He also stated that the above The seven-year-old girl who died in a car accident was not completely without a chance to be saved."

The TV host justly criticized Stephen's selfishness and arrogance, "Currently Stephen Strange himself has not issued a refutation of this statement."

Clark looked at the news and thought for a while. There was nothing he could do to help him. He shook his head and said nothing. He took out his phone and sent a message to Stephen: I believe you chose to become a doctor to help others.

After sending the message, Clark continued to immerse himself in processing the data, trying to publish it before Christmas, and then returned to Kent Farm to spend the holidays with Jonathan and Martha. He had not been back for several years.

In a hotel in Manhattan, Stephen clinked his wine glasses with the rich man in front of him, and the phone on the table vibrated.

The rich man nodded and told Steve to deal with things first, and his approachable smile made him look more gentlemanly.

Stephen turned off the phone in front of him and put it in his pocket, saying: "I think nothing is more important than our conversation." After that, he drank the champagne in his hand.

The rich man was very satisfied with the young man in front of him. He believed that his face was still very important in front of the best surgeon in New York. He also gave Stephen enough face to drink the champagne in one gulp. The guests had a great time together.

The atmosphere of high society fills the room and overflows the hotel.

......

Clark finished today's data collection, packed up the laboratory, and went to the parking lot to find his favorite car. It was a Harley-Davidson with a strong punk atmosphere. It was also from his last and first relationship. He was laughing. one's gift.

Clark put on his helmet, hummed a tune and rode his motorcycle, feeling happy about the end of his research career and the upcoming leisurely life.

Clark just came out of the parking lot when he suddenly received a call from Coulson.

"Hey Coulson, what can I do for you?" Clark was in a good mood.

Coulson seemed to have something on the other side of the phone. He lowered his voice and said, "Where are you? I need your help. Come to Stark Group." After that, he hung up the phone without waiting for Clark to respond.

"Hey where is the Stark group?" Clark shouted.

Clark looked at the hung up phone, looked up at the many pedestrians on the street outside the parking lot, and then looked at Ai Qi under his crotch.

A few seconds later, in a Manhattan neighborhood, a Harley-Davidson roared onto the street, speeding through the traffic at a speed of [-]. The owners scolded MFK for not being able to stop the rider for even half a second.

On the quiet side of the Hudson River, pedestrians on the bank leisurely enjoy the night view of the river. Urban elites who have had a busy day drive by on the road next to it. The strict speed limit in the city also makes the anxious urban elites I had to walk slowly at [-] paces.

There are not too fast cars and slow pedestrians. There are no sharp horns of cars or street raps of black gangsters. Today's Manhattan is still quiet and peaceful.

"Stan" followed a shout that pierced the sky.

In the quiet and peaceful Manhattan area, beside the quiet and peaceful Hudson River, the flagstones beside the road were suddenly smashed into pieces, and a big silver iron lump rushed onto the road holding a small red iron lump.

After rolling several times, the two iron lumps overturned three cars and a sports car, penetrated the bed of a truck, and caused more than a dozen car accidents.

But it doesn't matter, neither of the two ironheads are short of money.

Obadiah Stan casually opened up a car that was rushing towards him, stood up and lifted up an Audi that stopped in front of him. The woman driving the car and three children were so frightened by the "robot" in front of them that they opened their mouths and screamed.

Stan turned around with the Audi in his hand and shouted to Tony who had just stood up: "I like this suit."

Tony persuaded Stan, "Let them down, this has nothing to do with them."

Stan said coldly: "They deserve it, Tony" and walked towards Tony while holding up the car.

"Concentrate the energy into your chest." Tony calmly ordered Jarvis.

Tony raised his chest, and the energy was quickly concentrated on the reactor. The round headlight on the chest of the armor instantly lit up, and the sound of the electric current generated by the energy accumulation became more and more harsh, and it was about to exceed the [-]-decibel nuisance standard.

With a "boom", Stan was sent flying more than ten meters by the particle cannon on Tony's chest. The innocent car on the roadside acted as a buffer for Stan and was directly scrapped.

Tony caught the Audi which had been let go by Stan, and the four people in the car were still shouting, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

"Energy dropped to 19" Jarvis reminded Tony thoughtfully.

Tony couldn't hold it any longer and put the Audi down on his knees.

The lady in the Audi subconsciously stepped on the accelerator and was speeding up against Tony as soon as she landed.

Tony leaned on the hood of the Audi and shouted: "Ma'am"

The Audi owner ignored Tony's shouting and gradually accelerated. Tony yelled "No, no, no, no" and was run under the car and dragged for more than ten meters before being completely run over.

Stan roared and charged towards Tony.Suddenly, a motorcycle rushed towards his sight. Stan picked it up casually and smashed it towards Tony.

"No" The person on the car slipped off the motorcycle. He seemed to be fine and not afraid, and screamed at the motorcycle flying out.

Stan looked down at the motorcycle owner, looking angry.

Tony was a little dizzy after being hit by the motorcycle. Seeing the scene in front of him, he stretched out his hand to stop Stan.

"Run" Tony yelled at the motorcycle owner.

Stan was angered by the people in front of him who were ignoring him. He raised his right fist and was about to smash the ungrateful idiot in front of him with one punch.

Tony had no time to stop Stan, so he closed his eyes and couldn't bear to see the flesh and blood flying everywhere.

The loud "thud" must have been the sound of the motorcycle owner being crushed, Tony thought, but then he heard Stan's roar again.

"This is impossible"

Tony opened his eyes and was shocked by what he saw.

The motorcycle owner took off his helmet and caught Stan's angry punch with his left hand. He didn't bend at all. Instead, there were two small potholes in the road under his feet.

The motorcycle owner was obviously very angry. He stared at the helmet of Stan's suit and yelled: "Now, this is not just between you two."

Tony felt that this man's angry eyes had turned red, and he must have cherished his motorcycle very much.

Wait, this guy's eyes are really red.