Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

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"I want to know the exact time of his death."

"Okay, would you like me to help you find the identity of the deceased of this heart?"

Zhao Hailun looked at the heart in his hand and suddenly frowned, as if he had discovered something. He looked at the magnifying glass next to him and began to carefully observe the black blood vessels on the heart that were so shriveled that they were almost non-existent.

She just glanced at it casually.

But the more he looked, the tighter his brows became.

I can't see clearly with the magnifying glass in my hand.

Zhao Hailun simply picked up the microscope next to him, cut a slice and placed it under the microscope, and observed it carefully.

"Well, can you find out the identity of the deceased here?"

"Your heart..." Zhao Hailun's tone suddenly became strange, "Where did you get it from?"

She was constantly suppressing the joy deep in her heart, but on the surface she didn't seem to want others to notice it, so her tone was very strange.

After all, Zhao Hailun is an expert in cell histology.

Electrical engineers like vultures can never catch up with them.

Although, the heart has shriveled up and become a mummy.

However, Zhao Hailun could still see that this heart should be a product of some kind of biochemical engineering, and it was very similar to the major he was studying, that is, biological cell recombination.

Those blood vessels on the heart that had originally dried up were not grown by the heart itself, but were stimulated to grow through other means.

To ordinary people, there is no difference.

But in the eyes of an expert like Zhao Hailun.

That tiny gap is very eye-catching.

When Fisk saw that she did not answer his question and saw her expression of joy that could not be concealed, he immediately realized that she must have discovered something important from this heart, something that he could not discover.

Heartbroken.

The look he gave Zhao Hailun immediately turned unfriendly.

However, the look only lasted for a moment before returning to normal.

Zhao Hailun felt a chill passing through his body and subconsciously looked up at Fisk.

I happened to see Fisk's fleeting, murderous look.

I don't know why my heart suddenly trembled.

I swallowed the question that was on the tip of my tongue and started to play ostrich.

This action made Fisk look at Zhao Hailun with a higher opinion.

This woman is quite sensible.

Plus, her major is biological cytology.

Compared to Vulture, the electrical engineer, she should be able to provide me with a lot of help when dealing with zombies and monsters created by viruses like Lickers... I have to investigate her background, and then see her personality to see if she would leak information.

If there is a risk of leakage...then silence them!

Zhao Helen was being scanned by Fisk's cold eyes. She felt that the thin coat on her body seemed to be completely non-existent. She subconsciously wrapped the coat around her body, swallowed her saliva, and continued: "The instruments here are enough to detect the time when the heart loses its vitality... It will take about two hours.

In addition, we have just cooperated with Stark Industries and have connected to Washington's biological record network. As long as biological samples have been left in regular hospitals, they can be tested quickly, which only takes about fifteen minutes.

But... there is not much information in the biological record network. Many people are unwilling to leave their biological samples, and the bill that requires everyone to leave their biological samples has not been passed, so it may not be found. "Zhao Hailun's tone is somewhat flattering. She wants to keep this heart for research.

Zhao Hailun had a hunch that if he could keep the heart for research, it might bring about a breakthrough in the project that had been bothering him for a long time.

Fisk heard the flattering tone in Zhao Hailun's words and naturally understood that Zhao Hailun wanted something from him.

However, this matter is no joke.

Fisk did not express his opinion, but said: "Ms. Helen, if possible, please help me search the biobank to see if there are any matching biological samples.

Of course, it would be best if there is, but it doesn’t matter if there isn’t.” Fisk reached out and picked up a tube of light blue solution beside him: “Can the activity be detected in two hours?

I'll wait here for two hours then... We can talk about other things when we have a chance, okay?"

Seeing that Fisk did not refuse.

Zhao Hailun gritted his teeth and stamped his feet, and simply said: “Mr. Fisk, I want to study this heart… This heart is likely to have a breakthrough in my research.

If I could, I would pay for this heart.

Of course, if you have any conditions, you can also put them forward directly. As long as I can do it, I can satisfy you!"

Fisk looked at the woman.

He stretched out his fingers and slid them across the other person's delicate cheek. The latter trembled obviously and tried to dodge, but he clenched his teeth tightly.

This is not to say that Zhao Hailun has no bottom line, but if she wants to make a name for herself in the United States, she cannot have the so-called bottom line, especially since she is an Asian.

She was a top student who graduated from medical school and had published many highly academic papers, but she was assigned to the room opposite the morgue. This was enough to explain the problem.

Fisk withdrew his hand and refused directly, "I'm sorry, I have to take this heart with me.

But if you really want to, you can talk to Mrs. Stacy.

If you can convince Mrs. Stacy, she will bring you to see me.

Also, I am running out of time and I want to get the report as quickly as possible. Can you do me a small favor?"

Zhao Hailun guessed that she might be rejected.

However, Fisk did not block this road, which gave her a glimmer of hope deep in her heart.

It seems that Mrs. Stacy has a good relationship with Mr. Fisk.

Relying on his relationship with Mrs. Stacy.

The light of hope in Zhao Hailun's heart grew even brighter.

Thinking of this, she immediately agreed and turned around to get down to work.

Fisk looked at Zhao Hailun who was immersed in his work with boredom, and began to walk around the entire laboratory.

Although Zhao Hailun's office has a bad feng shui as it is located opposite the morgue.

But the area is not small at all, with two floors inside and outside.

The room on the inner floor is not big, only about a dozen square meters, and is furnished with a table, a bed, and some cabinets for storing personal belongings.

But the outer layer is different.

It is about two to three hundred square meters, with more than a dozen tables filled with various instruments.

These instruments are wrapped with wires of various colors.

The wires were roughly tied with plastic tape and placed casually on the ground. Fisk was afraid of stepping on them when he walked in the laboratory.

Several central air-conditioning vents above my head were blocked with tape, and the temperature in the entire laboratory was not very high... If such a large laboratory was not located opposite the morgue, it would be a shame.

I'm afraid it won't be the turn of Zhao Hailun, an Asian graduate student who is not even a doctorate student.

The trash can was filled with all kinds of pizza and takeout boxes. If it wasn't for the low temperature, it would have been full of cockroaches. The high heels on the floor of the small room had accumulated into a thick layer of dust. It looked like Zhao Hailun hadn't left the laboratory for a long time... I didn't expect that such a beautiful woman would be a research madman. It was a pity for her exquisite appearance and figure.

Walked around the laboratory.

Fisk already had a general impression of this Ms. Zhao Helen.

He doesn't socialize, is obsessed with research, and is a loner... This means that even if he is silenced, no one will find out. Add to that his Asian identity and professional skills in cytology... He is a good employee.

However, you still need to do a background check.

Zhao Helen...Fisk always felt that the name sounded familiar.

But for a moment I couldn't remember where I had heard or seen this name.

While waiting for the results.

There was a sudden noise outside the door.

Fisk walked to the door and looked out, and found that a large number of policemen were crowded in the morgue opposite without them noticing, as if they were investigating a certain corpse. They kept sighing and looked particularly dejected.

Fisk glanced around, but suddenly fixed his eyes on a person.

Mrs. Stacy's husband, Chief George, also arrived at the scene!

And his expression was the ugliest!

On the morgue bed next to him, lay an old man with a blue face, who had obviously been dead for some time... Although this old man was already dead.

But his white hair was combed especially neatly and cleanly, and he was not wearing a suit, but a prison uniform!

But even though he was wearing prisoners' clothes, they were ironed and neatly shaped, and he looked like an old English gentleman, except that there were some conspicuous spots of mud on his body, especially on his trouser legs and legs. However, it can still be said that he must have been a distinguished figure when he was alive.

It’s a pity that there was a big hole in the old guy’s chest.

Fisk couldn't see the wound on his back clearly.

But the wound on his chest was big enough to hold a whole fist.

This open wound was obviously the exit of the bullet, not the entrance.

Can create such a void.

The caliber of the bullet must be quite high.

Matching the mud spots on the clothes.

Fisk guessed.

This guy must have been sniped while he was out for some exercise in prison.

Fisk suddenly remembered who this old guy was.

He had seen a picture of the old fellow.

"Durant?"