Variety Martin from Hokage

Chapter 267; Decay Rate Equation

It hasn't been long since Martin came to this world, and his identity has just been settled. Of course, he doesn't have much time to publish academic papers.

Now that he can receive emails from Osborne Industry, he also relies on Charles' relationship and his own excellent knowledge.

After confirming that there was no problem with the contract, Martin signed his name, and then followed the manager out of the office and went to Professor Conners' biological laboratory.

Conners is a thin middle-aged man wearing glasses, with blond hair combed into oblique bangs, under a white coat, his left arm is empty.

Responsible for cross-species inheritance and regeneration of severed limbs at Osborn Industries.

After the two entered the laboratory, Connors, who was researching, looked over. When he saw Martin, he looked at Manager Flint with questioning eyes.

"Professor Connors, this is the young man introduced by your old friend Melbourne. Because the studio is still under construction, please ask him to work under you for a while." Flint immediately introduced him .

"Martin, oh, it's you. I can't believe that you are so young." When he heard that the person introduced by Professor Melbourne, Connors immediately recalled, but after seeing Martin's young face, he couldn't help being a little surprised .

"That's what Manager Flint said." Martin shrugged and smiled.

Connors had talked with Melbourne, so he knew more about Manager Flint, and he also knew a little about the identity of the other mutant.

After a few words of advice to Connors and Martin, Flint left the laboratory. He had many things to be responsible for.

After the manager left, Connors kindly invited Martin to sit down at the workbench.

"Do you know how Melbourne evaluates you?" Connors seemed very interested in Martin, and even temporarily threw the research to his assistant.

"How do you evaluate?" Martin was also a little curious. After entering the Osborne Building, he felt that he seemed to have received special care. Most of these were related to the Melbourne professor he talked to before.

Connors stared at Martin and paused, "He said, you are like an experienced anatomist, you have a deep understanding of the human body, you know all kinds of reactions of the human body, you are like a lunatic who has participated in many human experiments .”

Human experimentation is a taboo for biological research. Before conducting human experimentation, various data must be guaranteed before it can be carried out.

But obviously, there are also many people who violated the regulations and conducted human experiments before the results were mature, which is tantamount to murder!

"Well, Professor Melbourne's evaluation is also correct, but these are all because of my mutant ability."

"Every day, there will be more memories of people inexplicably in my mind, sometimes it will be the development of a gang boss, sometimes it will be a woman with a mental disorder, and sometimes it will be a cat... But I will forget them all the next day .”

"Therefore, when I encounter something of interest, I will record it that day. The memory of the human experiment like a lunatic is really deep in my memory." Martin simplified his ever-changing ability.

When Connors heard that there was still a record, he immediately grabbed his shoulder excitedly, "Is the record still there?"

On the contrary, Martin's mutant ability was temporarily left behind by him.

"No, I record a lot of things every year, and I burn a lot of things in my mind." Martin shook his head.

"How did you burn it..." Conner was a little anxious for a moment, looking at Martin with a reckless expression.

Martin was a little speechless, "Please, I'm just here to study medical artificial intelligence robots. I will assist you in your research this month. After one month, I will return to my studio."

Martin didn't have much interest in the lizardmen in the future, and he was mentally unstable. Pulling into the team to explore the black mist was also a ticking time bomb.

Spider-Man, the Punisher, these are his temporary goals.

Connors came back to his senses when he heard Martin's words, and quickly released his arm from the other's shoulder, apologizing with embarrassment: "Sorry, I have encountered some bottlenecks in my research recently, so I am a little anxious."

Martin glanced at his broken arm and nodded understandingly, "It's okay, what do I need to do now?" He looked around the busy laboratory.

"Let's get acquainted today." Connors calmed down and said.

Recently, the company announced that no matter whether Connors's research results are perfect or not, they must enter the stage of human experimentation, which is undoubtedly a violation of the regulations.

But the life of Norman, the president of Osborn, is coming to an end. No matter whether it is perfect or not, it needs to make a finished product, join the human experiment stage, and speed up the research progress.

Even when Melbourne introduced Martin, he mentioned two things about biological genetic modification, even with the identity of a mutant, he was pulled in.

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Afterwards, Martin wandered around the laboratory for a while, but soon sat down in the lounge bored, entered the internal system of Osborn Industry, and searched for medical information.

Not long after, Connors walked in with a stack of documents in his hand.

"If you're bored, perfect this formula."

Martin took the information and looked at it. When he saw the formula above, he raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Decay rate algorithm."

"Yes, I hope you have this knowledge in your memory." Connors tilted his head.

"Okay, I'll try to remember."

After Connors left, Martin looked at the formula in front of him and thought about it, then picked up a pen and paper and began to write.

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When it was time to get off work, Martin left the company on time and found the apartment prepared for him according to the key and address Flint gave him.

The apartment is located on the third floor, with a spacious space, two floors above and below, the decoration is exquisite, and the surrounding environment is also very clean and looks very good.

The home appliances inside are complete, and there is nothing to buy. You only need to go out to buy some food.

Walking on the bustling streets of the square in New York, looking at the surrounding neon lights and buildings, I returned to the modern Martin for a while with emotion.

On the other side, in the Osborne Industry, Connors, who had been busy for a day, saw that it was getting late and his surrounding colleagues had already left work, so he turned off the lamps and prepared to leave work.

But when he walked to the door, he suddenly thought of something, turned back to the laboratory again, and came to the lounge.

Soon, the formula written on the A4 on the table caught his attention.

When he picked up the paper and looked at the abbreviated formula above, he couldn't help but take off his eyes, wipe his glasses, and read it carefully again.

"He actually wrote it out!"

His hand holding the paper was trembling, and his expression was agitated.

After he calmed down a bit, he looked at the following passage.

"Cross-species genetic inheritance will inherit habits and change thinking."

(End of this chapter)