A 24-Billion Black Tech

The next day, Richard drove to drop Christine off at the hospital, opened a portal in the hospital restroom, and returned to Greenpoint Apartments.

He walked straight to the study, stood at the desk, and thought for a moment.

To be safe, I'd better open a mirror dimension.

He let out a soft cry and clapped his hands together.

Countless diamond-shaped mirror fragments spliced together continuously, forming a new, completely enclosed space.

The desktop computer on the desk was covered by the mirror dimension, which directly severed its connection to the outside network.

Richard opened the computer mainframe casing, removed the computer hard drive, and replaced it with the hard drive he brought from the parallel universe.

This hard drive stored the black tech that Red Mountain Group invested 24 billion US dollars to research: all the data and experimental materials of the experimental resurrection technology.

Cryogenic nerve protection technology, targeted organ repair, consciousness reconstruction...

Richard quickly glanced through the experimental resurrection technology data first, and was surprised to find that this experiment had made major breakthroughs in many related technologies.

Cryogenic nerve protection technology was one of the core technologies of resurrection experiments in reality.

But as far as Richard knew, there were no major breakthroughs regarding this aspect in the Marvel universe.

No, Richard suddenly thought of the plot of HYDRA freezing Winter Soldier.

Perhaps there were breakthroughs, but they are all confidential technologies privately owned by major conglomerates.

Thinking of this, Richard narrowed his eyes slightly.

In that case, there will be very few technologies that can be brought out openly.

When they met yesterday, as soon as Simmons mentioned those thirty million US dollars, Richard suddenly remembered the hard drive he had forgotten.

At that very moment, an idea struck him.

That was to establish a top-tier force like Stark Industries.

The reason he came up with this idea still had to do with being laid off for no reason.

Although Richard seemed indifferent on the surface about being swept out the door by New York Presbyterian Hospital, in reality, this matter had still planted a thorn in his heart.

Now with thirty million US dollars in startup capital and the black tech of resurrection experiments as starting technology, these two were undoubtedly the most solid foundation for developing a major force.

So he agreed to Simmons directly at that time.

Richard planned to use the thirty million US dollars to acquire a small medical laboratory first.

Then he would take out several pieces of black tech from the resurrection experiments as the flagship technologies for the medical laboratory.

He had the confidence to develop it into a large medical group with a market value of over ten billion within two to three years.

Thinking of this, a cold flash crossed Richard's eyes.

When the time comes, I'll buy out Presbyterian Hospital entirely, and when I see that group of board members again... humph~

Continuing to study the technology of the resurrection experiments, Richard screened out two relatively safe and reliable, yet immensely valuable branch technologies.

Directed stem cell migration, which was the key technology for targeted organ repair. It could be used for organ damage caused by various accidental incidents.

Its potential was immense; once launched on the market, it would inevitably become a target fought over by major medical institutions around the world.

Another technology was visual center compensation technology. This technology was a relatively inconspicuous one among the neural suppressor control mechanisms in the resurrection experiments.

But the moment Richard saw it, he immediately picked it out.

This gadget could be considered a blessing for blind patients all over the world.

Its technical principle was to reconstruct visual nerve signals by recording the residual images of the retina. Even if the patient was in a state of central nerve damage, they could still maintain basic sensory capabilities.

Simply put, as long as you didn't have two hollow sockets above your nose, you could use your old eyeballs to modify a new visual transmission system.

Richard downloaded these two technologies and looked longingly at the other black technologies.

Reverse metabolic circulatory system, hippocampal information extraction technology, consciousness reconstruction protocol...

With so much vanguard medical technology, what a pity that I can't take them all out!

Reluctantly closing the computer, Richard cautiously removed this hard drive and replaced it with the original one from before.

Carefulness prevents mishaps...

Richard muttered, canceled the mirror dimension, took out his phone, and dialed Simmons's number.

Simmons, are you ready on your end?

Simmons's respectful voice came through the phone: "I'm ready, sir!"

"Good. Later, no matter what you see, don't be surprised, and don't be afraid!" Richard instructed, and immediately opened a portal leading to the secret vault.

New York Long Island, inside a small villa.

Simmons stared dumbfounded at a circular portal crackling with sparks.

Richard walked out from inside and waved a greeting.

"Hey, Simmons."

Simmons stammered, "Si, sir, you, you..."

Richard raised an eyebrow, teasing the black kid in front of him.

"Uh-huh~ A magician~ Never seen one before, kid~"

Simmons nodded hastily: "Magic users actually exist in this world?!"

"Not just magic users~" Richard directly dropped more heavy news, "There are also super-powered individuals, monsters, deities, aliens, and other bizarre entities."

Listening to Richard talk about those beings that only existed in urban legends or mythology, Simmons's mouth grew wider and wider: "This, this is really crazy!"

"You'll see these guys with your own eyes when you have the chance later." Richard patted him on the shoulder, "Tell me first, where is that thirty million US dollars?"

Simmons fought back the surging emotions in his heart and quickly pointed toward the second floor: "It's hidden under the bed in the master bedroom on the second floor."

Richard turned his head to glance at the stairs. Too lazy to walk, he directly opened a portal to the second floor and stepped inside.

As a result, as soon as he looked back, he saw Simmons standing hesitatingly at the entrance of the portal, not daring to step through.

He couldn't help but palm his face and complain.

"What are you afraid of? This is just a door, it won't hurt you, hurry up and come in."

"Okay, sir!" Simmons gathered his courage, stepped out with his right leg, and seeing that the splashing gold-and-red sparks did not harm him, only then crossed over with peace of mind.

Richard rolled his eyes, gave a casual wave, and canceled the portal.

The second-floor bedroom was resplendently decorated, giving off the vulgar, extravagant appearance of an upstart.

Regarding this, Richard commented: "Too flashy!"

Although Simmons didn't quite agree with this view, since Richard had said so, naturally he wouldn't argue.

"Thirty million US dollars is under this bed, and besides that, there are some account books and criminal videos in the safe on the bedside table."

Richard nodded. With a wave of his hand, a gust of wind suddenly appeared, blowing the solid wood bed straight up, shifting it two meters to the right, and dropping it down again.

Seeing this magical scene, Simmons opened his mouth and said nothing.

Following Mr. Richard, I'm afraid I'll be seeing this kind of scene often in the future; it's better to get used to it early.

Looking at the thirty million US dollars stacked into a rectangular solid, Richard thought for a moment, turned around, and said to Simmons: "I'm going to acquire a small medical laboratory with this thirty million US dollars."

"Given your current situation, you don't have the capability to take charge of this medical laboratory, so..."