"Screech—"
The tanker truck stopped by the roadside. Wilan, dressed in a white lab coat, jumped down from the vehicle, accompanied by Wade, who had transformed into an elderly bald researcher.
Together, they looked up at the gilded words on the building across from them: [New York University Applied Science Materials Library].
After passing through security and verifying their identities, Wade, wearing an ID badge on his chest, handed the staff member an application stamped with an official seal in response to his questions.
"Meteorological research. Urgently needed."
The Administrator looked at the number of liquid nitrogen tanks listed on the application and said in surprise, "This many? That's almost enough to fill a swimming pool! What do you need so much for?"
"An opportunity like this is rare!" Wilan said with a smile. "It's rare to encounter a hurricane with such high activity. It's the perfect sample for studying hurricane energy conversion!"
Without giving it much thought, the Administrator signed the form and muttered, "What a bunch of research lunatics! What, are you planning to use liquid nitrogen to cool the eye of the storm?"
"Haha, it'll be used for something far more significant! If nothing goes wrong, you'll soon see my paper in Science!"
"I've got no interest in reading that," the Administrator muttered.
Elsewhere, Vera, who had previously been dressed as a cleaner, now wore a simple long dress. Her hair was messily pinned up, and she pushed a small supermarket cart in her hands.
She carefully examined the numbers on the price tags, then placed large bags of table salt and several boxes of Silver Iodide into the cart.
At the checkout, the cashier asked curiously, "Ma'am, what are you buying so much salt for?"
The woman smiled faintly and said softly, "Seafood has been