Djinn starting from Marvel

Early the next morning, there was a knock on the door of Frank's room. When he opened the door, Tony stood there with two dark circles under his eyes.

"Are you... okay? Didn't you sleep well?" Frank asked looking at the tired and yawning Tony.

"It's okay, I just stayed up all night." Tony waved his hand nonchalantly.

"Um...where's Miss Pepper?" Frank asked casually.

"She hasn't woken up yet." Tony looked a little embarrassed, pinched his nose, and then quickly changed the subject, "I analyzed the potion you brought all night long yesterday. Jarvis, open the analysis report."

Following Tony's words, projection screens appeared around them, all of which were filled with various forms and difficult-to-understand terms. Frank glanced at them and discovered a dozen words that he didn't recognize at all.

"I found a variety of never-before-seen active ingredients in it, checked their molecular structures, deduced the survival conditions required by possible protozoa, and then I came to a very possible inference..." Tony was slightly excited. Looking at Frank, he slowly spoke word by word, "The materials used to make this bottle of potion come from an alien planet!"

Frank was surprised, but then he thought, maybe this was just a simple thing for Tony, "Absolutely, how did you do it?"

"It's easy." Tony shrugged, not answering what Frank expected.

"So, you figured out what works?" Frank continued.

Listening to Frank's extremely unprofessional words, Tony didn't know how to answer for a while. If he could figure out a potion in one night without any pre-knowledge, comparison objects or even raw materials, then he wasn't. Genius is a god.

"There is a lack of relevant data, and there is not even a control group..." Tony thought for a while and continued, "I need more materials and data, both raw materials and finished products. It would be better to have usage data."

Frank said he understood, but it seemed he still had to find a way to find a potion maker to ask.

"Um...can I borrow some money?" Frank suddenly remembered his empty treasury and asked.

"How much do you need? Is 100 million enough?" Tony asked cheerfully.

"Well... there are too many, and the currency over there is different from ours. I want to borrow some gold and sell it over there." Frank quickly changed his mind. The big dog is indeed a big dog.

"Gold, it's more troublesome. Is half a ton enough?" Tony frowned. The Stark Group had its own gold reserves, but this kind of thing restricted the circulation of large quantities. If it was all emptied at once, it would be very troublesome if it was discovered.

"No, no, just a few kilograms is enough." Frank said quickly, he had finally seen what money power is today.

"That little question, I'll give it to you right away."

Ten minutes later, Frank walked out of the building carrying a bag with ten kilograms of gold in it. This time he came back to find someone other than Tony, the Sunwalker Blade.

Fortunately, Blade and Frank had exchanged contact information with each other, so it was easier to find.

Soon, Frank came to a certain basement, which had been converted into a private gym, where Blade was training.

After a fight with Woody, Blade deeply realized his own shortcomings. If he was strong enough, he would not implicate others.

"Hey Frank, how's the professor doing now?"

"It's not good, I haven't woken up yet."

"I'm sorry." Dao Feng had a bad expression.

"No, it's not your fault." Frank leaned back in his chair. He was not the kind of person to express his anger.

"Thank you for your understanding. Is there anything I can do to help you?" Dao Feng asked simply.

"Do you know how a werewolf can control himself and not go crazy and attack others when the moon is full?" Frank was describing Lupin's situation.

"Uncontrollable madness? The blood is not pure, or is it simply cursed by some kind of power?" Blade recalled the genetic information in his blood and then asked.

"Maybe. I'm not sure. Is there a universal solution to prevent him from coming over?" Frank continued to ask. This is the problem of the information barrier. If everyone can cross it at will, all problems will be solved. Solved a lot.

"Well... can he accept some price?" Dao Feng said after thinking for a moment. Without people in front of him, there is no way to solve this problem in the right way, and he can only do some crooked ways.

"It should be no problem." Frank answered quickly. Lupine hated the werewolf in him for hurting people. It was just a small price, and he would not hesitate at all.

"Okay, wait a minute." Dao Feng walked into the room, and after a while, he walked out with a bottle of blood-colored potion.

"Strength inhibitor." Blade placed the potion on the table. "This is a drug invented by some vampires to control werewolves."

"Most werewolves are simply bad-tempered and aggressive when they go berserk, but this brings stronger power, especially when the moon is full."

"In order to better control the captives and weaken their strength, vampires invented this drug. If there are no big problems, it can suppress your friend's madness. You can use less for the first time, maybe ten milliliters. "

"However, its side effect is that after use, the werewolf will fall into a weak state for a period of time, and it will be very painful when it is forced to go crazy. This side effect cannot be avoided, because this is what it was invented for."

Blade explained the effects and drawbacks of the drug very clearly to Frank.

How can I put it, the mortal enemy is indeed the group that knows each other best. Vampires have invented countless things in order to limit and weaken werewolves, but this one is relatively mild.

"Thank you very much." Frank put away the medicine, and then remembered something that he and Johnson had promised when they asked Blade to go to the coffee shop.

"By the way, I may not be able to give you the key to the cabin recently. I have transferred the highest authority to Johnson until he wakes up." Frank stood up and said to the blade.

"It's just a small thing. If he gets better, it's better than anything else." Dao Feng gave Frank a gentle hug, "Don't worry, I'm trying to find that guy. If I find him, I'll kill him!"

Frank nodded, "Remember to call me then."

"No problem," Blade said, sending Frank out of the basement.

When he came to the street, Frank took a look at the Stark Group building towering in the distance, and then at Blade's large basement, and his confidence suddenly became strong.

Those who gain the way help more, those who lose the way help few.

There are so many world-class top talents standing behind me, and I have such a great foundation. Woody, what do you want to support me? !