Transformed Marvel Genius

Jeffrey wiped his eyes, and the numbers caught his curiosity.

When he handed it over, he hurriedly glanced at the terms, and glanced at Party A and Party B above. There was a government letter on it, which seemed to be a subordinate department of the Ministry of National Defense and some unknown joint representative.

Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency.

He didn't know what it was, but he knew about the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency.

Jeffrey Mays was born in the Army and was familiar with the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency when he was in the army.

Its functions include leading the organization of multi-service joint scientific research plans, arranging, coordinating and managing cross-service scientific research projects and research funding.

Many major scientific and technological achievements such as the US space program in the past, aircraft carriers, global positioning systems, conceptual space-based weapons, lasers, etc. can be traced back to the Advanced Research Projects Agency.

The current primordial brain, mechanical network exoskeleton, space shuttle semi-rigid airship, Mach 20 aircraft, etc., technologies that sound unimaginable are part of the proposal of the Advanced Research Projects Agency.

Basically, the Advanced Research Projects Agency is synonymous with high-tech.

7-year-old kid—high-tech?

The paper that Jeffrey handed out hovered in the air.

Garcia didn't notice Jeffrey's expression: "Anna, your mother has been looking for you for a long time, and she thought you were lost."

Talking to Anna, Garcia saw Anna and Jeffrey **** a few papers.

Anna's chubby hand was tugging and tugging, and she was in a hurry. Anna also stood on the table, her hands together, and pressed her fat face on Jeffrey's hand. She wanted to use her weight to crush the third-generation Captain America. .

Jeffrey's iron body was motionless.

Garcia thought that Jeffrey was playing with Anna, and patted Jeffrey on the shoulder: "Jeffrey, stop making trouble, there are a lot of people watching."

Only then did Jeffrey realize that his actions were inappropriate and let go.

On the other side, Anna exerted too much force, and Guludong flipped off the table and onto the sofa, flipping over like a watermelon.

Garcia hurried over to help up the dumplings. Fortunately, he just messed up his hair. Turning around again, her eyes were full of anger, and she shouted to the man next to her, "Jeffrey, what are you doing?!"

The voice suddenly rose, and she felt that Jeffrey was deliberately hurting Anna.

Jeffrey wanted to apologize, but he didn't know what to say. Could it be that I was frightened? !

He was frightened by a five-year-old and three-year-old rough man, or by a 7-year-old dumpling essence, who would believe it.

You must know that his two arms are about the same weight as Anna's.

Anna got up and didn't blame Jeffrey. She had more important things now, and she wanted to destroy the evidence.

Grab the 36-page contract and tear it up.

If the 36 pages can't be torn off together, then they will be torn off page by page.

Slass rattled.

In the end, Garcia couldn't even see it, and she also joined the battlefield to help tear it down.

Jeffrey would like to say, do you know what you are tearing up? The contract of the Ministry of Defense may have the seal of the Secretary of Defense on it, and it will be torn as waste paper by you. Is it appropriate?

Sla...

Seeing Garcia happily tearing up the front page and tearing the English of the DARPA in half, Jeffrey still felt silent.

As long as you are happy, don't worry about my life or death.

Slassla's voice was loud, and Jeffrey's eyelids twitched.

Soon, the 36 pages were torn to shreds, large and small. Anna tore a big one, and Garcia tore a small one.

Anna was going to throw it into the trash can. Garcia felt that it was inconvenient for the short legs to get on and off the sofa, so the short legs sat in it and threw them away.

The trash can is not far away, just a few steps away from the two sofas.

At this time, a waiter happened to come over. The waiter said that she helped to throw it away, and Garcia was very happy.

When he handed out the scraps of paper, he turned to the numbers on the contract, and Garcia was stunned.

There are several zeros after 15, two commas plus one zero, for a total of seven.

That's how many numbers are there, one, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand... ten million, fifty million, one hundred and fifty million.

What concept, Garcia hasn't understood yet.

Now she realizes that she seems to have ripped off something amazing.

Ruined!

Garcia quickly took out the scraps of paper from the waiter.

That panicked appearance made the waiter think he had done something wrong, and kept bending over to apologize.

Jeffrey came over, saw the tears in Garcia's eyes, and kept tugging his hands together on the table with the contract.

Garcia yelled at Geoffrey, "What are you looking at, you haven't come to help, let's put it together."

It's you who ripped it apart the most, and it's you who have to put it together.

The 36-page contract was torn up and smashed, how much can be pieced together, and what is the will of God, Jeffrey feels that there will be a fifth-level wind blowing in the room.

But at this time, reasoning with Garcia doesn't make sense.

After all, Jeffrey has been with Garcia for three or four months and knows her nature.

Indeed, she does things in a well-organized manner, and doesn't look chaotic at all.

In the event of an emergency, the head immediately becomes a mess.

Once Jeffrey accompanied his drive to California, Garcia hit a buffalo on the state highway~www.wuxiamtl.com~ For the first time, Jeffrey knew what would happen to a woman with a mess in her head.

The behavior is simply insane.

A woman who has fallen into madness, no one can wake up except herself.

"Don't look for it!" Anna, the Tang Yuan Jing, hid on the sofa, and silently covered her face with a chubby hand: "That is the draft contract that I have corrected, useless waste paper."

"So the contract is true?" Even if he heard the short legs admit, Jeffrey still couldn't believe it.

What he cares about is not the $150 million, but the contracted party A and B.

Party B is clearly Annabelle Hansen, the short leg in front of Jeffrey.

Party A, tsk tsk is amazing.

In comparison, Jeffrey felt that President Brown came out of Party A, but it was easier for him to accept it.

Jeffrey, who was born in the Army, still cares about US military politics even after he retired. He knew that the US Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency controlled $3.2 billion in funds, and immediately paid Anna $150 million, WTF.

1/20 all at once?

Jeffrey thinks, Annabelle, you should go out and chat with President Brown, I'm more receptive.

"Don't be so surprised, it will be paid in ten years."

Anna is quite understanding. In fact, how can such a large payment be made in one step.

If the Advanced Research Projects Agency suddenly pulls out 150 million US dollars, what will happen to other space-based kinetic energy weapons, Avatar plans, etc. that are under development? It is impossible to stop the flow.

Therefore, the two parties have reached an agreement on the payment method of funds. The United States will supply Anna's treasury bonds, which will be repurchased in ten batches over ten years, free of transaction tax.

"Anna, are you sure you're talking about $150 million?!" Garcia still couldn't believe it.