Become Marvel Daisy Johnson Chapter 137

The brightly lit Haeundae Resort is lively with singing and dancing. Sometimes TV crews record programs, and sometimes rice cakes and fried chicken are spread on the ground. The road where cars come and go is connected to the National Highway, and when it extends outward, it becomes much quieter. This is the Haeundae villa area in Busan. Dr. Helen Zhao's home is here.

Zhao Hailun is not a strong woman, she has inherited the traditional virtuous and gentle characteristics, and swears very rarely. Even if she succeeds in becoming a female doctor, treats others and guides students, even if she is the worst villain, she speaks slowly and calmly.

Gentle does not mean easy to bully.

He can be regarded as a genius in the sky. He obtained a double degree doctorate in his early twenties and formed his own scientific research team. She is an absolute authority on nanomechanics and biological neuroscience.

This allows her to say to Tony Stark in the future that "your mechanical suit is outdated"

Zhao Hailun found a happy investor at the Millennium Lecture to sponsor her own scientific research. In five years, 300 million knives of capital investment.

Nothing burns more money than a science experiment, which is why Daisy has always advocated making money before saving the world.

Now that the funds have already bottomed out, the investors are not being taken advantage of. They can't see the future, so they stopped. They got some of Zhao Hailun's trivial scientific research results, and the cooperative relationship between the two parties came to a halt. Today's scientific research team can only maintain a state of maintenance due to funding problems. During the first year of her junior year, Zhao Hailun bowed down to the financial problem and ran away.

Over and over again. Even a good-tempered person can become a devil.

The problem was another woman, and Helen Zhao felt that she was her lifelong enemy—Maya Hansen!

The final practical orientation of the research of the two parties is almost the same. Now Maya Hansen's research has entered the experimental stage of publicity, which is much higher than her own progress. When I heard this news in the past, I would sneer and smile. After all, I will see the real chapter when the results come out. Although I don't know why her progress is a little faster than her own, as long as the final results come out, the judgment will be judged.

But the current situation is that his own research funding is faulty. While the other party has entered the experimental stage, it is impossible for an ai pioneer technology to completely absorb all the scientific research funding burden, and both parties need to find new investors. This is Zhao Hailun's rather embarrassing situation at this time.

Wandering between the tense laboratory and the capital every day, my nerves are like a full-stretched string, and I don't know when to hurt others or myself.

"divorce!"

"There is no need to discuss it. Since such a thing has been done, there is nothing to say."

"The duty of being a wife? Ah Xi, is that why you are looking for a woman outside?"

"You also know that Hana is still young? Then why don't you accompany her? A four-year-old girl can find something to eat by herself. Song, you are not ashamed!"

"I'm busy, don't you know? There are so many bad things around me, let me tell you, have you ever comforted me? I just stare at the TV and watch the witch Youxi all day long, so you found someone who looks like Han Jiaren It's really not surprising that the woman is there."

Zhao Hailun put down the Nokia, looked at the dimly lit street outside the window, took a sip of the cool water, and sighed inwardly. The temperament of a strong woman is not suitable for her, her eyes are bent, and the light outside the window is reflected on her face in the dark room.

"It's really hard to handle these things..."

The phone vibrated, it was a begging text message from my husband, I took a sip of the cool drink, and my mood improved a lot. Crossing his legs, flipping through the text messages on his mobile phone, he discovered that his alma mater had sent him an invitation for a big class. Recalling the days when I was in high spirits at my alma mater, all the haze was swept away. Putting down the cup in his hand, he ran up the stairs.

Little Hana heard her mother's footsteps approaching, got up from the ground skillfully, sat on the chair, and looked at the childish cartoon album with a serious attitude of studying.

"Hana!" Helen Zhao hugged her daughter in her arms, which swept away all her negative emotions.

"Mom is going out, you go to bed early, do you know?"

"Mmmmmm"

"Let's go out tomorrow, let's go to Yingqi to play, shall we?"

"good good good"

"Then you have to be good, come on, Mommy will take you to bed and go to bed early! Do you understand?"

"Oh oh oh"

"ua, cover you with a quilt, be good."

Looking at the back of his mother's departure, the little guy's eyes came out from under the quilt, and he turned around gruntingly, counting the time. He tiptoed out of bed, moved the small bench, and observed the past from the window.

Mom has already driven away!

thump, thump, the little guy took out the hidden red and white computer.

hapiness!

Hey (o﹃o)

What? The power was turned off by mother? It's not difficult to open it again.

What? Need an e-password? UV light will do.

What? The eight-digit password only presses six digits? Just a simple reasoning.

There's nothing stopping me from playing the game (o﹃o) nothing at all! Hey!

On the plane, Zhao Hana's sleeping posture was unbelievably cute, and Zhao Helen secretly took a picture of this scene. Zhao Hana began to sleep in the car, and it took about 15 hours to fly directly from Busan to New York. The first-class service is very good, but Zhao Helen, who is struggling, did not allow her daughter to enjoy the first-class treatment.

Wipe Zhao Hana's drool with a wet tissue, and the round and cute little Hana woke up.

"Mommy, your mouth is uncomfortable... Bah"

"What's wrong?"

"Tooth fell out..."

"You slept a little late last night, do you want something to drink?"

Ask the waiter for a cup of boiling water and a cup of warm water, soak the daughter's fallen teeth in boiling water, and rinse her mouth with warm water. The stewardess was also very friendly and asked if I needed help. Before you know it, you are almost at your destination.

The plane slowly began to fly at low altitude, and the window overlooked the gorgeous night view of New York. Little Hana woke up bored and stared out of the window for a while.

There is no difference between bustling streets and resplendent high-rise buildings in Busan. A little boring…

Suddenly there was an explosion in one part of the street, and flames were everywhere! It was as if a ferocious beast was rampaging through the streets.

Such disturbances attracted the attention of many passengers. It's just that the plane at this time has not yet reached the level of the descending altitude, and the passengers on the plane can't see what's going on below. Such a commotion made the passengers in the plane uneasy for a while, and the flight attendant came forward to stop the small commotion. Helen Zhao unconsciously hugged Zhao Hana's body and watched the tragedy outside the window.

Zhao Hana was not afraid, and watched the events below with great interest. The plane was about to reach the designated landing position, and it seemed to be leaving quickly. The accident street was dropped behind the plane, and the scene of the accident street in the field of vision became less and less. Zhao Hana, who has extremely sharp eyes, suddenly saw a small figure jumping down from the sky in the messy and smoky scene!

Little Hana was convinced she saw a tiny shadow!

Two days later, the report on the 121st street was completely reported, and little Hana was completely convinced that she was right! The figure I saw was the hero on the poster in front of me, Dawn girl!

Little Hana nodded, looking confidently at the screen in front of the computer. Mommy is not at home, Hana calls the king.

Thanks to Chaochao Weibo, many people knew about this hero as soon as the incident happened. After two days of fermentation, fanarts appeared miraculously.

The Dawn **** the screen is tall and straight, standing on the ruins with high momentum, holding a shield high in one hand, and her whole body exudes the breath of golden light, like an undefensible female warrior, and she utters a high-spirited cry to inspire the surrounding people in distress refugees.

This painting is the fan who has received the most likes, and there are many others circulating on Chaochao Weibo. In the comments below, it is said that there are insiders of the League of Legends who are haunted, and they want to buy the copyright of this original painting and replace it with the original painting of Leona, the Goddess of Dawn.

Of course, this is a non-existent thing. Daisy had told the various publicity departments before that they were not allowed to rub the black heat. Throughout the 121st street incident, Rising Tide was very quiet, except for a few condolences, there was no major action. Especially when the accident happened, the incident about President Skye was still in the top three on the hot list. The incident of alcoholism was also picked up a day later, but she herself did not make any statement about it, which made the enthusiastic netizens in front of the computer a point of criticism.

A large number of accusations against Daisy came overnight, and Daisy didn't have the time to bother with them. When modifying the Hornet, she made a simple communication with the publicity department to keep them calm and objective.

For example, such a strange view as "Daisy is the goddess of dawn" has appeared, but the credibility is too low, and it has been gradually forgotten.

After that night, the Goddess of Aurora no longer appeared in people's sights. When I missed her, I would go to the 121st Street, which was still under reconstruction, and upload photos of the shield left by the Goddess of Aurora to Weibo.

From Human Torch to Captain, the Marvel world has never been ordinary, and the appearance of the Goddess of Dawn is destined to be extraordinary.

After a few days passed, Daisy Johnson, the president of Skye, who was originally number one on the popularity list, was gradually forgotten.

On rainy days, the hot weather in June is rarely covered with a layer of black silk, which makes people feel sexy. Hearty rainy day, sorrow and joy. On the cemetery in the green fur grass, black umbrellas are connected together, and too many people are buried in the soil forever.

On the epitaph, engraved with "Brave Extraordinary, Great Photographer"

Lilith bid farewell to the deceased's old mother and wiped off two tears. The tissue that old James handed over was wet with rain and turned into a wet tissue. The dark blue environment and the close crowd made the surrounding atmosphere depressing, the cigar smoke dissipated into rain, and old James held an umbrella for Lilith.

"I've always hated the little girl, the mean little grown-up. To this day, she has no voice, no apology for drunk driving, no condolences for 121 street participation. That's fine..."

Lilith looked down. In the past, she admired Daisy Johnson very much. It doesn't matter what happens now. In this way, it seems that old James has lost his mind.

"I thought she was so powerful! At this time, she was so popular and said a few nice words to express her pity. She can win the favor of all netizens without spending a penny. She is so shrewd on weekdays. I'm really in a good mood."

"Oh shit, my poor Bruce," he said, crossing himself with his other hand.

"The new hero is a good news point. You were saved by her, so you must spare no effort in the news mission of helping her say good things. Take this opportunity to hit Daisy Johnson with all your strength! Step on it and see what she does reaction."

"Ahem, let's do this first. Here, you take the umbrella, and I'll go to other places."

Except for the harsh tone of old James when he said Daisy Johnson, he was quite calm at other times. The tragedy of the cameraman is something that everyone does not think about, and there are many more, just as sad.

Regarding Daisy's cold handling of the 121st Street incident, she was criticized by netizens. For those who have not experienced the tragedy, it will be sad, but it will not last a lifetime. For those who mourned on the Internet, most of them should laugh, eat, and even joke about the 121st Street incident the next day.

The tragedy on 121st Street has not risen to the level of 9/11, and those who don't care turn their attention to other places the next day. Immediately following the last big event on the Internet in June, it was not the "Rising Tide Carnival".

At the end of June, the former Internet giant Blizzard Studio and the now-hot Rising Tide game teamed up to launch the latest offline event "Rising Tide Carnival"

This is one of the projects that goo and Blizzard have been discussing.

Blizzard has been in a bad situation since the rising tide~www.mtlnovel.com~. North and South Blizzard even showed signs of collapse. In April, it was rumored that Blizzard was about to be acquired by the Osborne Group. This was considered good news. Players thought it would lead to a second spring. But Blizzard internally knows that if this is the case, Blizzard will really be over.

They declined the goodwill of the Osborne Group and planned to burn themselves again with the latest expansion piece "The Burning Crusade". This fire can really be rekindled, at least Blizzard can still be on fire for a while, to buy time for itself to ease the company's conflicts, and to take all kinds of decision-making drawbacks and mistakes and decide to be serious anyway. If it is really acquired by a big company, the probability of direct sudden death is too high.

Rising Tide, its own competitor, offered an olive branch, and the two sides found hope of cooperation. Although Blizzard knew well that Rising Tide was secretly harboring malicious intentions, it was all a secret contest. On the bright side, the two sides shook hands, smiled, and threw a carnival for the fans of both sides to have fun. This is all work on the table.

For this reason, in order to strive for the best interests, Rising Tide's goo is stalking Blizzard. As of the 121st Street incident, the negotiations between the two parties are still in an anxious back and forth.

In this context, the joyous first High Tide Carnival was held in Boston.

Chapter end