Sentinel

Chapter 26 Funding
The morning sun shines on New York, and the golden light falls on the steel jungle. This bustling metropolis seems to wake up from a deep sleep, glowing with amazing vigor and vitality.

Dr. Conners, with disheveled hair, came to his laboratory as usual. As soon as he stepped through the door, he saw Davis, the director of the Osborn Group. This middle-aged man in a suit and tie often followed Norman Osborne Ben's side, responsible for handling various business affairs.

Now, this Mr. Davis broke into the laboratory arrogantly, with a haughty look like no one else, and ordered the security guards under him to enter the archive room and start moving documents. The originally busy working atmosphere was suddenly broken. All the researchers looked at Connors blankly.

"I'm sorry, Dr. Conners, Mr. Norman has given you enough time and funds, but your research project has not made breakthrough progress, so it's time for Osborne Industries to suspend this failed investment .”

Davis wore a fake smile. The one-armed middle-aged man in front of him was silent, his eyes were gloomy, and he seemed to have lost all vitality.

It’s just that as the top management of Osborne Industries, Davis has no compassion in his heart. This Dr. Connors spent a lot of money and time, and in the end he still failed to come up with any successful research results. From a commercial point of view In other words, Mr. Norman should have terminated the project long ago to reduce losses for the company in time.

"You have two hours, please pack your things and take them away as soon as possible, this laboratory no longer belongs to you." Davis looked at a group of unbelievable researchers, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "By the way, You are not allowed to take away any documents related to the research project, and if they are searched by the security guards at the gate, you will be jailed."

Gwen, who was standing at the door, was depressed. She finally entered this laboratory as an intern, but it wasn't long before she had to leave in such a humiliating and embarrassing way.

"My students are all good boys, they wouldn't do such a thing, Mr. Davis..." Connors said angrily when he saw the burly man standing at the door through the window.

"You have to understand your identity, Dr. Connors!" Davis glanced at the down-and-out scientist with a disdainful tone: "I have read your information, Kurt-Connors, you are in the mainstream scientific circles. It's just a poor joke, no one is optimistic about your research! You are just a swindler, I don't know how to deceive Mr. Norman, now take your things and leave immediately!"

Listening to Davis' merciless sarcasm, Connors' face flushed red. He was not good at words, so he couldn't make a strong rebuttal, so he could only silently endure the other party's humiliation and ridicule.

Looking at the closed laboratory that was about to be shut down, Connors was heartbroken. He knew that his scientific path had come to an end, and his life had lost hope.

"Doctor, are you okay?" Gwen asked with concern, holding the cardboard box in both hands.

The pretty blond girl looked around, with a puzzled expression on her face. She didn't seem to see Sean in the past two days, and she couldn't find him in school. She didn't know what that guy was up to.

Connors waved his hand. He seemed to be ten years old in an instant, and his whole body exuded a heavy old look. The one-armed middle-aged man glanced around, but he didn't see Sean. Connors smiled self-deprecatingly at the promise of the matter. It was just a big talk from the young people. To maintain the normal operation of a laboratory requires an unimaginable huge amount of money.

Sean is just a college student who hasn't stepped out of the ivory tower. Even if he has an extraordinary talent in scientific research, but in the absence of any results, who would be willing to spend huge sums of money to sponsor a down-and-out scientist! ?
I shouldn't have hoped for it from the beginning.Connors staggered out of the laboratory. If the human experiment had not been interrupted that day, he didn't know what the result would be. Even if he paid the price of his life, it would be better than having all the research results taken away by others like now. Then evicted.

"Dr. Connors." A familiar voice stopped Connors who left frustrated.

The one-armed middle-aged man turned his head and saw a black Chevrolet parked at the entrance of the laboratory. Sean got out of the car, followed by a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

"Sean, you..."

Connors looked at this young boy with a bright smile, and was speechless for a while. The laboratory has been taken back and closed by the people of Osborne Industries. According to the original contract agreement, all research results and documents are all taken away.

"Don't worry, Dr. Connors, all problems are solved."

Sean was full of confidence, and he introduced the young man next to him: "This is Mr. James Wesley. He has a passion and vision for science that surpass ordinary people. I told Mr. Wesley about your research project. He is more than willing to fund you to continue this research."

"Hello, Dr. Connors." Wesley enthusiastically held the hand of the one-armed middle-aged man.

The well-dressed Wesley smiled, and no one could tell that he was once the personal assistant of a gang boss: "Once your research is successful, it will be the gospel of countless disabled people. I am very optimistic about this project."

"This..." The sudden good news stunned the dull Connors. He never thought that Sean would solve this huge problem.

Seeing Dr. Connors who couldn't accept it all at once, Sean smiled understandingly. He took a document from Wesley, walked straight into the noisy laboratory, and stood next to Dai who gave orders. In front of Weiss.

"I don't know who you are, but please stop what you're doing now." Sean said bluntly.

Davis glanced contemptuously at this brat who appeared out of nowhere, and waved directly to the security guard to drag him out without bothering to make a sound.

Colleagues who have worked together on weekdays all looked at Sean in surprise, as if they didn't understand why he stood up to stop him at this time, even Dr. Connors couldn't help him, what can he do as an intern! ?

"Sean..." Gwen shouted worriedly, holding the cardboard box.

Seeing the burly security guards approaching, Sean smiled coldly. He slapped the document in Davis's chest and said, "Are you sure you want to do this? This is Mr. James Wesley and Osborne Industries The signed transfer contract has Norman Osborn's signature on it. This laboratory has already belonged to Dr. Connors, and all your actions now are illegal!"

Every word of the young boy was like a bolt from the blue. Davis took the document in a little panic and quickly flipped through it. Seeing the signature and seal at the end, his face paled instantly.

"This...sorry, I didn't receive this news..." Davis forced a smile and explained with a lowered posture.

"Well, now I'll give you an hour to restore them to their original state. Don't take anything from this laboratory, or I'll send you to a federal prison."

In the end, the young boy seemed to remind him kindly: "That Mr. James Wesley, from Hell's Kitchen, once served the famous Jin Bin."

Davis looked even more pale when he saw the man with glasses standing outside the door. Who wouldn't be afraid of Jin Bing's vicious name in New York?

Looking at the Osborne Industry executives who left in a hurry, Connors was a little puzzled and asked, "What did you tell him? He seems very scared."

"I just told that gentleman that this easy-talking scientist in front of you will turn into a lizard monster at night, and then twist his head off." Sean shrugged and replied with a smile.

Connors laughed it off. How could such a crappy fairy tale scare Davis? He didn't continue to ask. Anyway, all the problems were solved, and he could return to his research work.

"Thank you, Sean."

The one-armed middle-aged man sincerely thanked him. If the other party hadn't found a new investor for him, then he would have lost all hope in life.

"We can create a better future, Dr. Connors."

A smile appeared on the corner of Sean's mouth, he had successfully taken the first step, and he will get more next time.

　ps: Ahhh, the cover of the contract I have been waiting for for a long time is actually at this level...

　　Forget it, let me find a Taobao artist myself (╯︵╰)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)