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The trash can's complaints were only temporary.
Ian took the empty bottle and poured in bottle after bottle of medicine. Whether it was contaminated with bacteria or not was not important; this was just a kind of buff enhancement.
Three boxes of technology medicine.
It filled a Coke bottle perfectly. He took a small sip, and it tasted pretty good, so he decided to use the trash can as a test subject to see the effects of intramuscular injection.
Even demons have muscles.
"Where's your phone?"
Ian used the black man's chains to tie him to a street lamp, and then, without any instruction, skillfully searched for the black man's phone.
"Hello, is this Officer Kate Beckett?"
He called the policewoman who had driven him home during the convenience store incident. "I'm Ian Kent, an innocent bystander. You're the Ian who gave me your private number last time, saying I was a jerk and that I'd get into trouble whenever I went out."
"No, I wasn't stabbed or killed. My corpse hasn't learned to call the police yet."
"I just ran into criminals again. Luckily, I was saved by Meatball Superman, who didn't want to reveal his name and had a deep hatred for contraband. He was going to take it to be disposed of harmlessly."
Ian sometimes needs to make his presence felt.
Independent NPCs are most afraid of having no users.
They're also afraid of being too popular.
The choice between moderation and balance is a matter of degree.
"No, not the superheroine in stockings, but a new member of the Superman family. He said he's only been practicing for two and a half days—his appearance? I don't know why I can't see his face at all."
"I'm telling the truth. I don't like to lie, but I do tell little lies occasionally—wow, they work really fast. It's nothing, I'm just drinking a brand new version of Coca-Cola."
After reporting the incident to the police, Ian turned to look at the young black man under the streetlight.
“One hundred, two hundred, three hundred.” Ian counted out three hundred dollars, then checked the time on his phone, counted out three cents, and stuffed them into the unconscious black man’s pocket.
It's all about honest transactions.
It was agreed that it would cost three hundred US dollars per bottle.
Ian will certainly respect market prices—after all, he is a law-abiding citizen of America and doesn't even like to try to take advantage of small things like discounts.
Such noble character.
You probably can't find many like that in the metropolis.
Chapter 69 Scientist! The System is Awesome!
As the sound of sirens grew louder and louder, the police sirens approached.
Ian had already walked away humming a little tune.
He gulped down two more sips of his tech-infused beverage and passed by the gym entrance. Having already achieved his goal, he didn't intend to linger in this place filled with "English vibes."
however.
Two nerdy guys standing at the gym entrance caught Ian's attention. A tall man and a short man with glasses were pacing back and forth at the gym entrance, looking extremely uneasy.
"Yes, I can! I definitely can!" The short boy with glasses cheered himself on, his fists clenched tightly. "Once I build up my muscles, Penny will definitely fall for me!"
The tall, thin boy with short hair next to him rolled his eyes.
"Leonard, according to research data on page 327 of Evolutionary Psychology, women's preference for muscles only ranks sixth when choosing a mate."
He issued a reminder.
"Sheldon! Science isn't always right! To hell with evolutionary psychology!" The short boy named Leonard wouldn't listen to his friend's advice at all.
"I'm sure I can become a muscle man! And then I'll find love." He clenched his fist, full of confidence, a kind of inexplicable self-assurance that Ian found strangely familiar.
“We’re scientists, so we should believe… well, if you insist, you’ll have to figure out how to get through that door first.” The tall man called Sheldon took a few steps back.
“Our friendship can only take me this far. It’s practically a petri dish for bacteria and viruses. I’m not going to go into a place that could kill me with syphilis or some other disease.”
As he spoke, he took out his phone.
"What are you going to do?"
The short guy, Leonard, had a bad feeling.
"I need to buy some alcohol. When you get home tonight, I'll put you in it for a soak. How about 80% alcohol? I respect my roommate's choice and preferences."
Sheldon remained polite.
"Do you want to kill me?"
Leonard was furious.
“You’re right, I don’t want to go to jail… so 75 degrees should be enough.” With that, Sheldon raised one hand and started typing on his phone to place an order.
"..."
Leonard covered his head in exasperation.
And right now.
"Hey, you two, good evening." Ian remembered why he felt so familiar; he had encountered two characters who shouldn't exist in the DC Universe.
The two main characters from "The Big Bang Theory." It's a sitcom that Ian watched when he was learning English. He only remembers that the characters were all very talented, nerdy scientists.
Other information is not important.
Whether he knows it or not doesn't matter. Even if he hasn't watched the TV series, Ian will only care about the fact that the show is about scientists. That's the only thing that attracts Ian the most.
He has a laser gun.
He owns the Marvel universe.
Therefore, he naturally needs to get to know enough outstanding scientists. Plagiarism is just the beginning; scientific plagiarism is the true path to success. Ian also has a heart set on using technology to benefit himself and, incidentally, humanity.
"Forehead."
When Leonard saw someone trying to strike up a conversation, he immediately waved his hand reflexively, saying, "I need to keep a clear head, so I don't need fitness technology products!"
He was clearly not a first-timer at this place, and he was very familiar with the tricks of the trade outside the gym.
"I'm not a tech peddler," Ian said, hiding his Coke bottle as he defended himself under the watchful eyes of two physicists with a basic understanding of chemistry.
Leonard frowned, seemingly unconvinced.
Sheldon, however, seemed to be deep in thought.
“He’s right, Leonard. He’s so handsome, Penny would probably spend $500—no, $800—on him. He could easily make money through illegal means.”
"If he had 80% of the intelligence of a normal person, he would choose to approach rich women, extort them, and make a fortune. He could definitely become a billionaire as a result," scientist Sheldon stated his reasonable analysis in a serious tone.
"!!!"
Ian was stunned.
"You also have super intelligence?"
He was unusually deeply moved.
“I’m a theoretical physicist who will win the Nobel Prize in the future, so of course I have super intelligence,” Sheldon replied, tilting his head in thought.
"Crack~"
Leonard slapped his forehead speechlessly.
He felt as if the boy in front of him and his friend next to him had dealt him a double blow.
"So, kid, what do you want from us?" Leonard took a deep breath to calm himself down and looked at Ian, who could be identified as a middle school student at a glance.
Ian responded immediately.
“I am a student aspiring to become an excellent capitalist, and I need a group of scientists to work for me like cattle and horses.” He tried to extend his olive branch to the two people.
Leonard thought Ian was joking.
Sheldon's eyes lit up.
"Comparing employees to cattle and horses? Hmm, that's a very vivid metaphor, and it's also very honest. I like to communicate with honest people, even though most honest people aren't very smart—don't misunderstand, I'm just saying that lying requires details, and fabricating details is such a difficult act that requires extremely high intelligence to support it."
It's unclear whether he was praising Ian, belittling Ian, or simply promoting himself.
It doesn't matter.
Ian is a magnanimous person.
“Sheldon! Shut up!” Leonard was more bothered by his roommate’s rudeness. He turned apologetically to Ian. “Listen, kid, we are professors at Metropolitan Polytechnic.”
“The income is pretty good, there’s no need to change jobs.” Although he still thought Ian was joking or playing a prank, he still gave Ian some polite respect and seriousness.
In this regard.
Ian blinked.
“I have Wayne Group backing me.”
He wasn't lying, he just didn't tell the whole truth. As a contracted author with a small publishing house under the Wayne Group, how could he not be backed by the Wayne Group?
Big bosses all think highly of him!
"what?"
Leonard and Sheldon were both visibly taken aback.
"Wayne Corporation! Is that Wayne Corporation?!" Sheldon was clearly extremely excited. "Bruce Wayne, he's ranked third among my 16 favorite people!"
"Second only to Batman in ranking!"
"Bruce Wayne is absolutely an underrated greatest capitalist and inventor of this century!" It must be said that this man named Sheldon may be quite devoted in some ways.
In contrast to his unwavering trust, Leonard is not so quick to trust others.
"You have a connection with Wayne Enterprises? What kind of connection?" Leonard looked at Ian incredulously, thinking that Ian looked like just a kid from a normal elite family.
"What kind of relationship? Let me put it this way, Bruce Wayne owes my dad a life." Ian answered seriously, and what he said was the absolute truth.
"A life-or-death friendship!"
Leonard suddenly realized, or at least he thought he realized, "Did your father start a company and then get support from the Wayne Group?"
Despite being amazed.