The Technology Research and Development Department, one of the core departments of S.H.I.E.L.D., had always been a key investment target for senior military officials. According to convention, technical achievement reports were submitted once a quarter, allowing the military to select their favorite samples to invest in. Many researchers presented their findings at the event.
Ahead of Alan was Dr. Pym. That's right, the domestic violence hero who had beaten his wife into the quantum realm and then been cuckolded by her. The top military officials were very satisfied when they saw a Pym particle shrink a target to the size of a grain of rice. However, Pym particles were only in the experimental stage and had not yet reached the technical maturity for practical application.
Howard didn't need to participate. His research involved the energy field, and one of his devices was the size of a tank. He was just here to join in the fun and watch.
"This thing is good. If used in…" Alan looked between his legs and smiled particularly brightly.
"It seems that Pym particles can only shrink but not expand, and they cannot be restored to their original state," Howard explained.
"Damn it, this is garbage," Alan showed his undisguised disdain. "Everyone will be the same if they become smaller."
Waiting for Dr. Pym to leave, Alan then strode to the center with Wilson pulling a cart beside him. It was no longer a secret that this new young expert had improved the super-serum, and many senior military officials were looking forward to seeing what new and innovative things he could come up with.
Alan glanced at the older senior officials, his eyes locking on several colonels and major generals who had already become members of the Bald Brotherhood. "As we all know, hair loss is a man's old enemy. After intensive research, I have specially formulated a shampoo that can completely solve this century-old problem."
Alan gave a hint with his eyes, and Wilson awkwardly took out a plastic bottle.
"Tada! Strong hair removal shampoo!" Alan took the shampoo and introduced it. "You only need to use it once, and I guarantee that no grass will grow. Under the sun, the smooth surface will be as bright as a light bulb. The only thing that can compete with this product is probably a lighter." Alan pointed at the military leaders and asked, "I just want to ask if you are interested."
Everyone's mouth twitched, and no one answered such a crazy question. Everyone was worried about preventing hair loss, but he had solved the problem once and for all. The worries were gone, and so was the hair.
Howard, who was watching from the sidelines, had a bright look in his eyes and had already seen the business opportunities. Strong depilatory shampoo isn't used for washing hair, he thought, but for removing armpit hair and other… unwanted hair. Can it make a lot of money?
"This doesn't even excite you?" Alan threw away the shampoo and said seriously, "Wilson, bring out the second product: fireproof shaping water."
At this time, Wilson put out a dummy head and took out a bottle of potion. Alan applied the potion on the model's head and used his hands to create a crew cut. Then, he lit a fire. Suddenly, flames wrapped around the model's head, burning like a torch. The rubber product had already turned black and softened, but the exaggerated crew-cut wig remained in its original shape.
"Within a thousand degrees, there won't be any problems. Our slogan is, we are not afraid of being crushed to pieces, but we want to keep our hairstyle in this world."
What a psycho! At a temperature of one thousand degrees, the person turns into ashes, but the hair remains intact. Do you want to scare the crematorium staff to death? Of course, if used properly, this product had great potential. It could be used in the firefighting industry or to equip fire-retardant coatings, but Alan hadn't used it in the right place.
"Very nice." A major general's expression eased slightly. At least he saw something practical.
"This tastes good. I'll treat you to some candy." Alan stepped forward and handed over a lollipop. The major general frowned and took it, then seeing Alan's eager gaze, he opened the wrapping paper and put it in his mouth.
The next second, his eyes widened as he heard music echoing in his mouth.
"Isn't it a surprise?" Alan smiled, revealing his big buck teeth. "This is the explosive music lollipop I prepared for our agents."
"Explode?" The major general was so scared that he wanted to throw away the lollipop, fearing it would explode in his mouth and his entire head would disappear.
"Don't take it out," Alan stopped him. "If you keep licking it with your tongue, it won't explode. Just lick it and you'll be fine."
Alan walked back to the cart excitedly, took out a briefcase, and introduced, "A special agent's job is very hard. For humane considerations, I borrowed the ideas of two colleagues I was studied with at Westwood Psychiatric Hospital, Vince and Leon, and developed a special agent briefcase."
"Don't be fooled by its plain appearance; it is full of functions."
Opening the briefcase, Alan took out four metal tubes and carefully compared their thickness. Everyone started to speculate, wondering if it was a weapon like a gun. In less than a minute, Alan had tightened the four metal pipes and then sat down on them.
"Super Agent Chair," he declared. Alan pressed a password key, and his body began to vibrate. He introduced, "After being under surveillance for a long time, the legs of our agents must be sore. This product allows them to complete tasks while sitting. Moreover, it has seat vibration massage and seat heating functions. In case of emergency, it can also launch you over a wall."
"Howard, do you want to hang it or not?" Alan looked at Howard, who said awkwardly, "Your invention is really good."
"The next one is the Quirk Gun. The first shot is fired forward, and the second shot is fired backward to prevent the weapon from falling into the hands of the enemy." After saying that, Alan threw it back into the cart, not thinking there was anything special about it.
After searching for a while, he took out a syringe.
"I would like to introduce you to the Needle for Mending Past Sins," Alan said seriously. "One injection can make people feel remorse for all the mistakes they have made in their lives."
Alan couldn't help but look at Wilson, his eyes gradually becoming ambiguous.
"What a nerve." Wilson had already guessed Alan's intention; it was obvious that he wanted to give him a shot. There was no doubt about Alan's research ability, but if he applied it to himself and he poured out all his shameful secrets at once, he would be socially ruined on the spot.
Wilson quickly hid behind Howard, refusing to be Alan's guinea pig.
"Take a shot. I guarantee you'll feel refreshed and can start anew." Alan chased after him, trying to give him an injection. Howard, who was in the middle, tried to persuade him nervously, fearing he would be stabbed. "Be careful! Don't prick me! Try another prisoner!"
"Don't be afraid. The dosage is not very much; it will only last for a minute at most."
"That can't be applied to colleagues either!"
"It doesn't matter. Being honest is the most important thing."
"That's humiliating!"
"Hey… where's my repentance needle?" After a stalemate, Alan suddenly realized the syringe in his hand was missing. Immediately, everyone in the crowd hurriedly checked to see if they had been implicated.
Plop.
A famous colonel suddenly knelt down, tears in his eyes, a needle stuck in his thigh. The medicine was working. Everyone waited quietly for this man's social death.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry to America, I'm sorry to the people! I sold the cargo ship information to the neighboring country! I started doing that last year! I'm sorry, I was blinded by the devil for a while!"
Hiss… a traitor. This injection brought an unexpected surprise. At this point in time, America was not intervening in the war and was making a lot of money from it. Thousands of cargo ships left the port every day to transport supplies to battlefields around the world. Transportation lines and shipping times were the key to achieving benefits. It was conceivable that this man would not be able to survive, as the interests of the capitalists had been completely affected.
"General, I was wrong!" The colonel hugged the thigh of the major general beside him and cried bitterly. "Give me another chance to start a new life! I am willing to atone for my mistakes!"
"You criminal! Wait for your court-martial!" the major general spoke incoherently while holding the lollipop in his mouth.
"General, I shouldn't have taken advantage of you being drunk to seduce your wife into having a deep conversation. I deeply regret it now."
As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience was in an uproar. Social death was not just a matter for one person. A green light of forgiveness suddenly flashed above the major general's head.
"Lieutenant General Winks, your son and I are truly in love. Although our relationship is not recognized by the world, I hope to receive your blessing."
"May your horses bring you good luck."
The top military officials were in chaos, with a group of people surrounding one man and beating him up. Most people didn't want to be caught in the crossfire. The two generals with high prestige in the army had dark faces. A wife cheating on her husband and a son coming out as gay were enough to cause a heated discussion in the military. Of course, the media capitalists who loved to see big things happen would definitely publish this matter in the newspaper so that everyone could enjoy the feast.
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