White armor

Chapter 303: Ten minutes left, say goodbye to your family

BlackRock?
As expected, he was the big boss behind the scenes. Luo Hao was not surprised. He just bowed slightly politely to express his respect.

"I live at the foot of the Alps. I wanted to ask Dr. Luo to go over there to see the beautiful scenery of the Alps, but you refused, so I had to go there myself."

"It's hard work. I don't think I'm valuable enough for you to make a personal trip."

Luo Hao answered neither humbly nor arrogantly.

"My time is precious, Dr. Luo, let's... get straight to the point." The old man used an idiom.

"it is good."

"Chinese is such a compressed language. I hope I didn't use it wrong." The old man murmured.

"You use it very well. It seems that you have studied Chinese culture." Luo Hao sat down and looked at the old man with a smile.

Their eyes met, and the old man stared at Luo Hao with interest for nearly a minute.

The atmosphere was awkward and the old man's gaze seemed real. Luo Hao did not back down but looked into the old man's eyes provocatively.

"It's strange that I have a crush on you."

One minute later, the old man smiled.

"hehe."

"How is your research on diabetes going in the Imperial Capital Laboratory?"

"The progress is very smooth. The animal experiments are estimated to be completed within one year and enter the Phase 1 clinical stage." Luo Hao said truthfully.

The old man really didn't seem to want to waste time.

"Doctor Luo, this technology is very advanced. I think you have a clear judgment on it."

Luo Hao remained silent, looking quietly at the old man opposite him and asking silently.

"Technology, I want to invest in it."

"Old man, the technology is not yet mature." Luo Hao remained smiling and polite, "and I have no shortage of research funds."

The old man seemed to have thought of something and his smile was a little strange.

"Funding is indeed a big problem." The old man smiled and said, "In the past, $30 could buy a lot of things in your place, including people in important positions and related information.

But what about now? It's getting harder and harder, and every person who deals with it has to keep a little bit, so in the end there's only 3 RMB left. What kind of information can you buy with that?"

Luo Hao was startled.

"Let's not talk about this. You do have enough funds, but I'm not talking about funds."

"I know the significance of this research, and it is considered the first round of angel investment." Luo Hao answered very frankly, "But no, old man."

The old man was not surprised by Luo Hao's unhesitating denial; he seemed to have expected it.

"The technologies that can cure diabetes are gradually maturing. You know how much room there is for improvement."

"Dr. Luo, the current model for diabetes treatment is worth $240 billion a year. By 2030, it will be $400 billion."

"You have to know that this happens every year. Your idea of ​​curing diabetes conflicts with my philosophy," the old man said bluntly.

Faced with his straightforwardness, Luo Hao was a little puzzled.

Is he really so short of time?
According to Luo Hao's understanding of this type of people, they usually speak in a rather obscure way.

But the old man's straightforwardness surprised Luo Hao. He said directly that curing diabetes was a one-time deal and that his research affected his ability to make money.

Countless pieces of information appeared in Luo Hao's brain, and all the nodes that he couldn't understand became clear in an instant.

Why did Han Guangyun try his best, even offering conditions such as foreign membership of the U.S. National Academy of Sciences to tempt me, and finally resorting to the despicable act of using giant pandas to exploit my weakness?

So that’s it!
Luo Hao frowned slightly, looking at the white-haired old man in front of him with dirt buried up to his neck.

"Let me invest in it, and you can continue your research. As for when to go public, the shareholders will do the research at that time." The old man gave his conclusion in a domineering manner.

Luo Hao was silent, quietly looking at the domineering old man opposite him.

He was not consulting with himself, but informing himself.

After the old man finished speaking, he paused and smiled, "I will give you a price that will satisfy you."

"Oh?"

"45% of the shares, $10 billion," said the old man.

Luo Hao's heart did not move, not even a tremor.

He showed no respect for $10 billion.

Seeing Luo Hao fell into deep thought, the old man did not continue speaking, but raised his hand.

A cigar fell between his fingers.

Lighting it, the old man took a sip.

He was extremely satisfied and enjoyed it. A few seconds later, a puff of smoke came towards Luo Hao.

This action was very impolite, but he did it as if it was natural, as if he was asking Luo Hao whether he understood it.

"Old man." Luo Hao smiled and waved his hand to disperse the smoke. "If I don't agree, will you be unable to leave this room?"

"How could that be? I've already told you that I have a good impression of you." The old man said with a smile. He didn't look gloomy or cold, but still looked kind.

"I'm old, I'm no longer young..." The old man thought for a long time but couldn't find the right words.

He smiled kindly, "Doctor Luo, this is the best I can say in Mandarin. I insist on communicating in Mandarin out of respect for you."

"Thank you." Luo Hao nodded slightly.

This time, he showed his respect.

Seeing that the old man didn't say anything else and had no intention of continuing, Luo Hao asked, "If I agree, what are you going to do?"

"You don't have to worry about the company's affairs. Novo Nordisk will pass the shareholders' meeting today to establish a new company. With your permission, we will invest capital and obtain 45% of the shares."

"All of this is reasonable and compliant, you don't have to worry about anything."

“In the future, you can do any experiment at any time and anywhere in the world as long as you want.”

The old man's expression was serious and solemn, and every word he said was a promise.

A stick in one hand and a carrot in the other.

Luo Hao faces a choice, a difficult choice.

But are there any choices?

It is just a school laboratory, but its valuation has exceeded 20 billion US dollars.

This amount of money alone is enough for countless people to commit murder, arson, and all kinds of evil, and even cause couples to turn against each other and fathers and sons to kill each other.

But Luo Hao was still thinking about something and did not agree immediately. He continued to speak according to what the old man said.

The old man took out an old pocket watch from his arms and took a look at it.

"Old man, hasn't there been a breakthrough in drugs to treat hypertension a long time ago, but you and your foundation have always held on to the method to cure hypertension but haven't made it public?" Luo Hao suddenly asked.

"Yes." The old man gave Luo Hao an affirmative answer without hesitation, "Cure is the worst option. Young man, isn't that right?"

Luo Hao smiled.

"When I was in school, my teacher told me that most of the diseases currently seen in clinic are incurable."

"I was thinking at the time, it's impossible."

"With all the advancement of technology, how come almost all diseases are incurable? Even in other places, there are drugs that can improve the condition but cannot cure it."

The old man smiled and looked at Luo Hao kindly.

After Luo Hao finished speaking, he took out a cigarette from his pocket.

He didn't have a lighter, so he looked up at the middle-aged man in a suit.

The man did not look murderous. He was a little fat, with a neck thicker than his head. He had the kind of physique that Wang Xiaoshuai said was best suited for fighting.

Luo Hao waved the cigarette at the man in the suit, and the man in the suit took out a lighter and lit it for Luo Hao.

After taking a puff of his cigarette, Luo Hao did not fight back provocatively, but just smoked quietly, as if weighing the pros and cons.

"I have seven minutes left."

The old man glanced at his pocket watch and spoke softly.

Luo Hao nodded.

"Doctor Luo, let me tell you again, curing a disease is the worst option. It will result in us not having more funds to research and conquer other diseases, such as cancer."

"Believe me, God loves the world, and I love the world too. This is the best way, no other. I hold an olive branch in one hand and a sword in the other. Because I have a good impression of you, I give you the right to choose."

"It's a strange feeling. I didn't want to give you a chance."

The old man said calmly.

For a moment, Luo Hao seemed to be bewitched and saw a layer of divine light rippling around the old man.

illusion.

Luo Hao blinked to dispel the illusion.

"If you want, someone will give you detailed data. Don't worry about the process. There won't be any loopholes. You will be an invisible rich man in this world and earn much more than you did before by buying and selling virtual currency."

"No need, old man." Luo Hao smiled, "But I don't think this is a good idea. I am a doctor. If the disease can be cured, why not treat it?"

“Always take the long view.”

Luo Hao was in deep thought.

"Three more minutes." The old man glanced at his old pocket watch, then turned his gaze calmly to Luo Hao.

"Yes." Luo Hao nodded lightly.

"Is it a money issue? Money-related issues are minor. Just ask for whatever conditions you have."

"The conditions you offer are already very generous."

The old man's smile became a little brighter and less old-fashioned.

"Can I see the contract?"

A contract was then placed in front of Luo Hao.

"Young man, you don't have time to read it carefully." The old man said in a deep voice, "Sign up and we will be friends."

"really."

"what?"

Luo Hao spoke too softly and the old man couldn't hear clearly.

"My boss said that you guys are very rough in dealing with people, and it turns out to be true."

"Young man, one billion US dollars is Novo Nordisk's largest single investment since semaglutide. Your trial is still in the animal stage and there are countless risks. I think I have expressed enough sincerity for this."

"It's not about money." Luo Hao glanced at the document marked with the seal of the Novo Nordisk board of directors and had no interest in even opening it.

"My idea is to cure a disease, and as for the future, we can talk about it later. It's like tuberculosis, don't you think?"

"We have learned countless lessons from curing tuberculosis."

"But now tuberculosis is indeed not a serious disease. Even if you are infected, it can be cured with very little money." Luo Hao sighed and put his hand on the document.

The document seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and Luo Hao pushed it in front of the old man little by little.

"sorry."

"Ok?"

"There is an old Chinese saying: 'People with different ideals cannot work together.'" Luo Hao looked into the old man's eyes and said softly, "I wonder if you can understand me."

"I understand, young man. Are you really going to reject my olive branch and choose the sword?"

The old man's mood did not fluctuate at all.

"Well, I refuse." Luo Hao raised his head and glanced at the man in the suit. "If that's the case, I won't be able to leave this room."

"No, we are civilized people, and I have a good impression of you. I am prepared to let you live for ten more minutes." The old man sighed, "The time is up, but it's a pity that we didn't reach a cooperation. I guess there won't be any cooperation in the future."

Luo Hao raised his eyebrows.

"You can go now." This is my room!

Luo Hao wanted to say this to the old man, but he changed his mind and remained silent. He put on his backpack and turned to leave.

"Doctor Luo, you are still young. I will give you one last chance." The old man suddenly said.

"No need." Luo Hao didn't waste any words, raised his hand and waved.

"Then you still have ten minutes. Ten minutes are indeed precious. You can say goodbye to your family." The old man said calmly without any regret or pity, "Everyone will die eventually. I don't want you to have so many regrets. Go and say goodbye to your family, my child."

"Ten minutes?" Luo Hao looked at the old man intently.

He was extremely conceited, as if he were a god. If he said ten minutes, it meant ten minutes.

"A Chinese man died at the Ingold Hotel in downtown Baltimore. Police determined that he was shot in the back and suspected suicide."

The old man spoke absurd words seriously.

"!!!"

Luo Hao's heart suddenly tightened.

He didn't expect that the old man had already prepared to kill him.

Gunshot wounds in the back and suicide due to depression are news stories we have seen frequently in recent years.

Luo Hao never thought that such absurdity would actually happen to him one day.

"You no longer have the chance to be forgiven. You gave up this olive branch yourself." The old man said lightly, holding a cigar in his left hand and a glass of red wine in his right hand.

"You are the only stranger I have met in the past ten years, and you are also a young man I have a crush on, so I will give you the last ten minutes to say goodbye to your family."

The old man raised the red wine glass in his hand.

The red wine ripples slightly, like a glass of blood.

He said goodbye to Luo Hao.

ten minutes?
Luo Hao was slightly distracted.

The old man was like a cat playing with a mouse, full of confidence.

He didn't even doubt that Luo Hao would be shot in the back and die by suicide in ten minutes.

Someone closed the door of the room.

The door closed slowly.

The old man's left hand was blocked, with only wisps of smoke surrounding it.

Half of the old man’s face was blocked, making it look like an AFP-style “documentary”.

Only the old man’s right hand was visible, holding a red wine glass. The way he held the glass was different from what the internet celebrities described on Xiaohongshu. It was very casual and a bit rustic.

The red wine rippled slightly, and then the light and shadow disappeared, as if it was a dream.

Luo Hao's mind moved, and he activated a skill!
"Kill him! Kill this damn bastard!!" the old man said gloomily before the door closed.

The kindness he had shown before was gone, and he was roaring madly like a devil.

"Kill him, diabetes can never be cured!"

"Click~"

The hotel room door is closed.

Luo Hao was speechless.

He has never experienced real life and death. In China, after he became an adult, countless elderly people have always stood behind Luo Hao.

No matter what happens, there will naturally be elderly people to handle it.

Moreover, Luo Hao rarely causes trouble unless he has to.

Now in Baltimore, BlackRock's boss is clamoring to kill me. How will I die? Will I die by suicide by being shot in the back?
Most likely, Luo Hao is very clear about their power.

Looking back, a leading man in a suit made a gesture of invitation.

Luo Hao didn't bother to hide and used his skill again, hitting the man.

"Dr. Luo, please, you have 8 minutes and 12 seconds." A man in a suit smiled, "Your death news has appeared on the Internet."

Luo Hao was a little nervous. He smiled and said, "Was it suicide by being shot in the back? Are you so confident?"

"No, they seem to have got the wrong press release. You were hit by a dump truck and died in a car accident." The man was a little embarrassed.

Dump truck?
"7 minutes and 56 seconds left."

"If I don't leave, will the dump truck drive up?" Luo Hao asked.

"Doctor Luo, if I were you, I would definitely call home because this is your last chance. Say goodbye to your family and leave with dignity." The man said seriously, "Instead of joking with me."

Luo Hao shrugged and glanced at the system panel.

Luck value: 132+5+10 (auspicious).

Although his luck was overflowing, and he was blessed with blessings and auspiciousness, Luo Hao felt an unprecedented tension in his heart.

The old man was not joking, and the man in front of him was not joking either.

From the very beginning, they paid a sky-high price and insisted on having me come to Baltimore to attend the Johns Hopkins Interventional Medicine Annual Meeting. The purpose was not to get Lanco's consumables, but the project to treat diabetes.

Luo Hao remained silent and entered the elevator carrying his backpack.

No one stopped me.

This made Luo Hao feel the other party's strong confidence and self-confidence.

But there is one good thing - with the boss of BlackRock coming forward, Luo Hao is sure that his research direction on curing diabetes is correct.

Next?
Can I survive?

This is not a joke.

Luo Hao quickly took inventory of the items given by the system in the elevator.

Concealment, a gift from the Siberian tiger, is a skill of the king of beasts.

It’s just that the Siberian tiger is too powerful, so it rarely uses this skill.

Luo Hao did not activate it immediately, after all, hiding would consume experience points.

In addition, there are surveillance cameras in the hotel, people are coming and going, and the other party's attention is on me, so now is not a good time.

And Vision.

But Luo Hao didn't even know who the vision was used on.

A bunch of bad luck charms are useless.

Oh shit!

Luo Hao cursed in his heart. Who the hell could have thought that the other party would turn against him so suddenly and with murderous intent? They had been planning to kill him from the very beginning.

This is understandable, after all, hundreds of billions of dollars in insulin drug profits are involved.

But it was beyond Luo Hao's expectations.

He was still too young. Luo Hao tried his best to calm himself down.

The [Flow] skill can be activated at any time, and Luo Hao does not care about anything else. Once a dump truck rushes over, he must choose to use [Flow] to avoid it.

At the same time, use [Vision] instead of the Bad Luck Charm.

Bad luck charms are said to be very useful, but they take time to take effect.

After simply thinking about all this, the elevator door opened and a white family was waiting for the elevator at the door.

They smiled kindly at Luo Hao.

Luo Hao was a little dazed.

The world seemed to be still functioning normally, and I felt like I had just returned to the hotel and had just had an "appendectomy".

But now, I have to face the dump truck.

Still a little panicked, Luo Hao tried hard to stay calm.

But no matter what, Luo Hao couldn't be as calm and composed as usual.

It seems that what he usually sees is other people's life and death, not his own. Luo Hao smiled self-deprecatingly.

After walking out of the elevator, Luo Hao didn't know how much time was left.

Where should I hide?
It is estimated that the old man has set up eighteen nets to capture this Monkey King.

But the Great Sage is invulnerable to swords and spears, and he has a huge force behind him.

What about yourself?
In Baltimore, I was unfamiliar with the place and the only people I knew were the local vendors.

Even if they have a thousand connections with the Hongmen overseas, it may not be useful, and Lao Yang is very likely to be one of them. Even if it is useful, it is useless to contact Lao Yang now.

Luo Hao's steps slowed down a bit, and he found that his legs were trembling slightly without him noticing.

Taking a deep breath and trying hard to suppress the shaking of his legs caused by excessive adrenaline, Luo Hao walked out of the hotel.

sunset.

Luo Hao's figure was stretched and fell on the streets of Baltimore.

There were not many people on the street, and everyone was very leisurely, but most of them had black faces, which made Luo Hao feel like he was in France or Africa.

Dump truck.

Taking the small alley, Luo Hao didn't believe that the dump truck could rush in, so he had an idea.

Or you can go to a nearby high-rise building where dump trucks definitely can't get in.

When it comes to a one-on-one battle, Luo Hao is not afraid, but the opponent will definitely not be alone.

Assassination, they are experts.

From one's own president to other people's military and political leaders, once they are targeted, they are like a leech.

How many times was Cuba's Castro assassinated?

When Luo Hao thought of this, he immediately shook his head and suppressed all distracting thoughts.

I am not Castro, I don't have such thorough protection. It is very difficult to escape from the pursuit.

Especially at the end, the old man from Blackrock showed his vicious side under the effect of his skill. He first announced his own death information and then killed people.

This is simply blatant robbery!
Over the years, they have done countless similar things.

Luo Hao took a quick look and found no suitable place to hide except the hotel.

How about going to Johns Hopkins? An idea popped up in Luo Hao's mind.

The hospital should be considered as one’s home ground.

But Luo Hao rejected this idea. After all, he was a doctor. Although Luo Hao was facing invisible dangers, he still couldn't bear to go to the hospital.

Hiding in an alley, Luo Hao looked around and saw no one approaching.

Even so, my heart was pounding and I couldn't control it at all.

Whether it was the old man from BlackRock or the man in a suit outside the door, they all exuded unparalleled confidence.

Devils, a bunch of devils!
Luo Hao walked cautiously in the alley, taking off his backpack as he walked, leaving behind his cell phone, passport, and ID card. He threw the backpack aside to reduce the weight.

He even wanted to throw away his cell phone. Although he had no military training, Luo Hao knew that a cell phone would expose his position.

Do you want to throw it away?

Maybe they were just bluffing, trying to scare me. Drawing swords against each other over a disagreement was too brutal.

Luo Hao still had a glimmer of hope in his heart.

But the lucky mentality did not last long. Suddenly, Luo Hao felt as if his arm was pricked by a needle and the pain was excruciating.

He dodged subconsciously, his actions were faster than Luo Hao's thoughts.

"Bang~~~"

(End of this chapter)