Mr. LAN is a very excellent expert in cell biology. Although his research can not fundamentally eliminate the Haoke in Dr. Banner''s body, it can suppress the other side of Dr. banner to a certain extent.


    If he didn''t know each other''s future, Nagini would never give up such a genius.


    Unfortunately, Mr. LAN will be infected by Dr. Banner''s blood samples in later experiments and eventually evolve into a big leader.


    He was originally a genius. After the mutation, his IQ increased 1000 times on the original basis.


    Nagini doesn''t like Lao Yinbi. He would rather have Mr. Lan''s physical quality ten thousand times stronger than his intelligence one thousand times.


    Many people think that Nagini is Lao Yinbi because of his high IQ, but in fact, he knows that his IQ is average. What he really has is his acting skills.


    So, for Mr. LAN, he can only say sorry!


    In New York, Dr. banner finally met Mr. LAN,


    He was wearing a white coat and a pair of old round framed glasses on his forehead. He looked much older than he thought. He looked very thin, but his eyes were bright and sharp.


    It doesn''t feel like an academic professor at all. On the contrary, it feels like a core scientist in a large laboratory. His eyes are full of confidence and aggression!


    Facing Banner''s puzzled eyes, Mr. LAN seemed to know what banner was thinking. He reluctantly shook his head and pointed to his lame leg:


    "Some things are born and cannot be changed, such as my leg, congenital muscle atrophy."


    Although no law in the United States says that persons with disabilities are not allowed to enter large laboratories, some discrimination is real.


    Looking at each other''s atrophied calf, Dr. banner showed an apology on his face: "I''m sorry, I don''t know these things."


    Mr. LAN shook his head. There was a smile of disapproval on his face. He listened to many words like this. At first, he was moved, and then he felt harsh. As for now?


    There''s no feeling anymore.


    Compared with physical problems, he is more willing to focus on other aspects. For example, now he looks at Dr. banner with hot eyes:


    "It''s all right. I''ve been used to it for so many years. You should be Mr. Green?"


    Facing Mr. Lan''s hot eyes, Dr. banner nodded and admitted his identity.


    He was going to rush in and directly asked the other party why he wanted to clone his own blood?


    But looking at the crippled Mr. LAN in front of him, Banner''s eyes flashed a hesitation. He finally decided to talk to each other in another way:


    "Yes, I am Mr. Green. The main purpose of my coming to you today is to..."


    Before Dr. banner finished, Mr. LAN subconsciously asked:


    "Clear the monster from your body?"


    Dr. banner nodded, but there was a serious look in his eyes: "yes, but I have one more thing to be sure. Did you clone my blood sample?"


    It is very important to eliminate monsters in the body, but more important is his own blood. Dr. banner knows what his blood means and what terrible consequences will be caused by a large number of blood!


    However, what he didn''t expect was that Mr. LAN didn''t have the slightest intention to hide his inquiry. He generously admitted:


    "Of course, the samples you gave me are not enough for experiments. Fortunately, I have some research in cell biology, and there are corresponding facilities here. You don''t know, I spent more than 300000 US dollars to clone your blood samples, but in the end, I achieved correct research results, which is not in vain."


    Seeing the other party admit, Dr. Banner''s heart was a little more complicated. He just listened to the other party''s words with some complacency? He pursed his lips and finally sighed: "sure enough, another purpose of my coming this time is to hope you can destroy my blood samples."


    Mr. Lan was stunned. A flash of amazement flashed in his eyes. Then he frowned and a flash of hesitation flashed in his eyes: "this..."


    From his look, he seemed to want to refuse Dr. Banner''s request.


    It''s normal that for any scientist, their research is equivalent to their children. The pride in each other''s eyes just now can''t be concealed.


    As an excellent scientist, Dr. banner understood each other''s feelings, but he shook his head and a touch of sincerity flashed in his eyes:


    "Although I know this is too much, you are also an expert in this field. You should know the aggressiveness and harmfulness in the blood."


    The brow was tight and Mr. Lan''s face changed, sometimes dignified and sometimes tangled.


    Finally, he looked up at banner with hesitation in his eyes:


    "Do you really want to do this? In fact, we can improve it. We should know that everything has two sides. We can''t just look at the bad side."


    As a passer-by, he understands each other''s ideas very well, but just because he is a passer-by, he has more say in this matter than anyone else:


    "Eight years ago, before I became a monster, I had the same idea as you. But believe me, this is not a gift from God, but a curse from the devil."


    Four eyes were opposite. Mr. Lan was silent. There was a bit of dignified taste in the air. Dr. banner could clearly feel the twinkling tangles in each other''s eyes.


    But in the end, Mr. LAN shook his head and sighed, "well, I agree."


    Dr. banner was stunned. A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes: "do you agree?"


    It never occurred to him that the other party agreed so easily.


    You know, scientists are notoriously blind, otherwise they would not make a breakthrough in a certain field. To this end, Dr. banner even prepared for physical persuasion.


    However, the other party actually agreed?


    Looking at Dr. Banner''s surprised eyes and Mr. Lan''s helplessness, he smiled bitterly:


    "Otherwise? Although I am disabled and I want to have a healthy body, I am not a fool. I know what will happen if I refuse, you mean, Mr. Green."


    The last "Mr. Green" was a bit of a joke, but Dr. Benner could hear the bitterness and irony in each other''s words.


    Mr. LAN is a disabled person. Even if he hasn''t changed into hawk, he can''t be Dr. Banner''s opponent.


    He doesn''t agree with Dr. Banner''s suggestion, but at this time, as a disabled person, he can only do so!


    Sighed and stared at Mr. LAN in front of him. A touch of guilt flashed in Dr. Banner''s eyes:


    "I''m sorry."


    But Mr. LAN waved his hand. His expression was somewhat complex, and his eyes flashed a touch of self mockery: "it''s nothing. Maybe you''re right. After all, the real owner of this power is you. The cloned blood is here, high temperature or strong acid?"


    With that, he pushed aside the freezer, in which bags of dark green blood bags were neatly placed.


    The next moment, however, Dr. banner looked at Mr. LAN.


    He shook his head and looked seriously: "direct incineration, high temperature and strong acid are difficult to destroy my DNA."


    Generally speaking, DNA can be broken down at a temperature of more than 90 degrees.


    But after the temperature drops, the unwinding DNA will recombine again, and Mr. Lan said the two, one is a high temperature of more than two Baidu, and the other is a strong acid.


    These two methods have a destructive effect on ordinary DNA, but for Dr. Banner''s DNA?


    I''m sorry, the effect is very poor.


    In general, Dr. banner will burn with a flame of more than 1000 degrees to decompose DNA into carbon compounds.


    So on the surface, Mr. LAN agreed, but he still couldn''t bear it in his heart.


    And in the face of Dr. Banner''s high-temperature incineration?


    Mr. LAN, who realized that the other party understood his intention, showed a touch of embarrassment on his face: "well, I admit I still had a bit of luck. The laboratory has a professional incinerator, and I can take you there. At the beginning, your DNA samples were burned there."


    Fifteen minutes later, the last dark green blood bag was thrown into the incinerator. Dr. banner breathed a sigh of relief at the rapid evaporation of the burned blood.


    Although there were some twists and turns in the process, the matter was completely solved anyway.


    Turning to look at the lost Mr. LAN, he patted the other party on the shoulder, flashed a touch in his eyes and asked, "what''s next?"


    In the face of Dr. Banner''s inquiry, Mr. LAN sighed. Then he limped with Dr. banner to a laboratory. In this laboratory, there is a precision experimental chair with pipes connected to various glassware.


    Turning to Dr. banner, Mr. Lan''s eyes flashed a touch of seriousness:


    "First of all, I want to explain that this is normal operation. Next, I need to replace your blood with medicine,"