Djinn starting from Marvel

"Did you get it?"

In the teaching building, Johnson asked quietly to Peter who rushed to the third floor.

When he was just chatting with his mentor, Johnson kept feeling that someone was watching him, maybe it was a surveillance officer from a certain party. If he hadn't been afraid of involving his mentor and the others, he would have asked that guy - what are you looking at? !

Peter's hands and feet fell down briskly, shaking the phone in his hand, "Of course, the picture is clear, but he doesn't seem to be looking at us."

"Quick, show me." Johnson took the phone and saw the extremely blurry photo at first glance. It probably didn't have 360 million pixels, and after enlarging it, it didn't even have p clarity.

"What kind of cell phone do you have?" Johnson frowned.

"I don't want to either. Aunt Mei said that playing with things is a waste of time. The mobile phone she bought me is pretty good for taking pictures." Peter leaned over and tried hard to distinguish the figures in the picture, "That's it. This one is wearing takeout clothes."

"I know, the problem is that I can't see clearly. I would have given you my mobile phone earlier. By the way, I know who to contact about this matter." Johnson thought of a way and sent the photo directly to Jarvis to trouble him. Help with this.

A minute later, a photo so clear that even the pores were visible was transferred to Johnson's hands.

Looking at the person on the screen, Johnson hesitated slightly, matched it in his mind for a long time, and then said uncertainly, "Bruce Banner?"

"Who?" Peter asked curiously.

Johnson was still a little confused, "The guy who crushed me."

"Ah! I got seven doctorate degrees and now I'm delivering food?!" Peter felt that there was something wrong with the world.

"Not sure, I'll send it to my tutor for a look." Johnson's mood suddenly became bad. After sending the photo with a simple text to his tutor, Johnson leaned on the railing, feeling a little melancholy.

"Professor, do you have any conflicts with him?" Peter asked softly.

Johnson shook his head, "He is a very wise and kind person who has not fallen into the trap of knowledge at all."

"Knowledge Trap?"

"It refers to the kind of person who despises people who are less knowledgeable than him in some aspects. Banner is not that kind of guy. On the contrary, he is willing to listen to other people's suggestions. Of course, whether he accepts them or not is another matter."

"Wouldn't that be nice?"

"That's why I was so surprised when I later learned that he was wanted for violating the law." Johnson wiped the screen and looked at that face. Johnson felt like he was back in graduate school.

"Why don't you try divination?" Peter asked.

"I've already done the divination." Johnson replied. Now he doesn't need to bother as much to perform some simple divination as before, just a thought is enough.

"He is not here to do evil, and he has not been wronged, so... I don't know how to proceed to the next step yet."

"You can continue divination. Just ask it what to do." Peter's eyes were filled with confusion. Why not use such a convenient ability of divination?

Johnson rubbed Peter's head, "Divination is a tool. If you can't completely let it make decisions for me, there will be big problems."

"You can think about it, no matter how convenient divination is, is it more convenient with your power? Just think about it and you can easily lift a car. If you leave everything to your fist to decide, then one day in the future there will be conflicts in your life, your fist will It will be faster than your thinking."

Peter nodded in understanding. He didn't understand the underlying logic, but what Johnson described was indeed not the future he wanted to see.

"Therefore, we must maintain restraint and restrain our arrogance. There are fewer and fewer rules in this world that can powerfully bind us. Therefore, we must restrain ourselves, whether it is morality or the bottom line."

"Okay professor, I understand." Peter blinked and quickly stopped Johnson from continuing to lecture, "Professor, are we still going to the biology meeting?"

"Well..." Johnson thought for a while, "Go, why not go, anyway, he is not here to do bad things, then we will continue our trip."

A few hours later, Johnson had had a round of tea break, and after arriving at the small conference room where the tea break was held, his cell phone buzzed and he remembered that it was a call from his instructor. It seemed that there was a situation at the medical conference. It's very exciting, otherwise it wouldn't have taken so long to see the news.

Johnson pressed the headset and the call was connected. The voice on the other end was not that of a tutor, but that of a girl.

"Hello, Professor Johnson, I'm Betty, have you met Banner?"

"It should have been him, but that was a few hours ago. What happened?"

"Are you free now? I have something to ask you."

Johnson glanced at the almost-drinking coffee in front of him and said, "If you have time, I'm in the small conference room on the third floor of Teaching Building No. 4. When will you come over?"

"We'll be there soon!" Betty panted, seemingly running.

A few minutes later, Betty hurried over, looked around, and came to Johnson, "Professor Johnson, is he still here?"

"do not know."

"So how does he look like?"

"I don't know."

"Then when did you see him specifically?"

"When we met in the afternoon, he looked at him for a long time before I noticed it." Johnson handed him a glass of water.

Betty lowered her head and looked a little guilty, "He must have come to seek my help. Why didn't I see it?"

"Well... where are the mentor and your boyfriend?" Johnson asked.

"They were still attending the meeting. I saw your message on the teacher's phone and came over first." Betty explained.

A few minutes after she finished explaining, Mark and the tutor arrived in the small conference room one after another.

Mark came up and grabbed Betty's hand, "Are you okay! Are you okay! That Bruce Banner didn't hurt you, did he?"

"I'm fine, and why would he hurt me?" Betty was stunned for a moment.

The instructor next to him took a few breaths and recovered, "Mark saw you leaving suddenly, and you sent us a message that Bruce Banner was back, so he thought it was..."

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, I'm too excited..." Betty was a little embarrassed, and then suddenly thought of a question, "You won't call the police, right?!"

"No, but I sent a message to your father." Mark said.

"My father?! It's over, it's over! Something is going to happen!" Betty was annoyed. "It's all my fault. I didn't make it clear to you that Banner is not a wanted criminal."

"He was wrongly accused?"

"No...this matter is very complicated. I'll keep it short. My father conducted a human experiment to create super soldiers. Banner didn't know about it and thought it was a new treatment experiment for cancer..."

"So when the plan he designed had significant effects, and the project was suddenly killed, he tried it on himself. As a result, under the influence of gamma rays, he became a man who would destroy things wantonly when he was excited. monster!"

"Banner has always wanted to turn back into an ordinary person, but my father thought it was an unexpected surprise, which met his requirements for a super soldier. He wanted to turn Banner into a weapon that can be replicated! Do you understand?!"

Fortunately, the meeting has started now, and they are the only ones present during the coffee break, otherwise this news would shock some people's eyes.

"No wonder you have such a bad relationship with your father..." Mark muttered, and then immediately reacted, "Damn it, I made a mistake! We have to find him quickly and let him hide!"

"I know a few places where he might be. We have to find them one by one." Betty took a piece of paper and quickly wrote down a few addresses.

"No, come with me, I know where he is now." Johnson put on his hat and wiped the corners of his mouth.

"Huh?" Betty looked at Johnson doubtfully.

"You'd better believe him. No one is more professional than him when it comes to finding people." Peter leaned his head in and said.

"Okay, my car is downstairs! Let's go now!" Betty said hurriedly.

"Take me, I have to make up for the mistakes I made, and if he gets emotional, I can help comfort him!" Mark said.

The instructor raised his hand and said, "Count me in. I still know your father. Maybe he can give me some sympathy."

"Okay, okay, let's set off first. Let's talk about anything on the way. I'll drive here by myself, and you can just drive behind me." Johnson decided, "Peter, you take their car and be careful. There is movement, be careful of danger.”

"no problem!"

Soon, the two cars quickly drove out of Culver University and drove together to a small and somewhat remote pizza shop.