Kyle looked at Strange calmly, and did not let go immediately. Instead, he asked softly, "Do you believe in ghosts, magic, or the soul?"
Strange didn't expect the Peace Symbol to offer a handshake, let alone ask such a question out of the blue.
Strange was silent for a moment, and finally confirmed his inner thoughts. He took a deep breath, shook his head and said, "I am a materialist. I only believe in science and knowledge. How can the so-called magic and soul save those seriously ill patients?"
"Strange!" The old dean was anxious, fearing that Strange would accidentally contradict Kyle.
Kyle did not have any dissatisfaction. The corners of his mouth rose slightly. He patted Strange's shoulder and smiled and said, "Excessive belief in science is also superstition. Doctor Strange, I hope you can give the same answer next time we meet."
Finish saying this.
Kyle didn't stay any longer and left with Yutong, who was dressed as a secretary, leaving Strange standing there in a daze.
Chapter 468 Director Behind the Scenes
Three days later.
Three days had passed since Unnatural acquired the New York Surgical Hospital, and the news of the deal had been so widely reported in the New York news media that no one was curious about it anymore.
Doctor Strange, on the other hand, has been in a bad state for the past two days since he met Kyle. Even in his sleep, he was still recalling and thinking about the meaning of Kyle's questions.
Fortunately.
Strange was a man of great determination. He quickly returned to his work and even made arrangements for himself on weekend nights, driving out to attend upper-class banquets, intending to completely forget about all the mess.
Sunday, 7pm.
On this side, Strange just drove his Lamborghini, leaving the luxurious rental room of the five-star hotel and heading to the banquet venue in Manhattan.
On the other side, Kyle, who was on vacation on an island in the sunny Atlantic Ocean, received the message from Yu Tong, "Boss, he has already driven to the banquet venue we arranged."
"very good."
Kyle took off his sunglasses and stood up from the sun lounger. He stretched his back straight and his bones suddenly crackled. Yutong, who was always dressed as a secretary, came forward and put a casual lining on his naked upper body.
"Let's go back to New York first! Weiss, turn off the internal and external simulators, as well as the artificial sun." Kyle took Yutong and left the beautiful holiday beach and returned to the interior of the island with a jungle landscape.
"Understood, Master."
As Weiss's voice suddenly sounded, the forest on the island began to twist and change. The trees turned back into artistic sculptures, the soil turned back into vibranium floors, and the mountains turned back into extremely spectacular fortress buildings...
This is the headquarters of the Carl family, Dragon Turtle Island, which serves as a mobile fortress.
At the same time, the sunlight that provided illumination dimmed.
However, the artificial sun in the sky went out, and above the cloudy sky, a giant helicopter carrier appeared. The large shadow it cast just covered the Dragon Turtle Island at the bottom.
Kyle and Yutong entered the fortress base, passed through a fixed portal, and the next moment, they returned to the basement of the Unnatural Office building.
"Boss, what are we going to do now?"
Yutong looked at Kyle in confusion, not knowing why the boss cared so much about an ordinary surgeon and made careful arrangements and plans.
Kyle looked at the parking lot in the underground floor where he was, which was lined up like a luxury car exhibition, and thought, "Well, I'll pick a car and wait for Strange when he returns by car."
Kyle thought for a moment and asked, "Are everything ready at the banquet and at his colleagues' place?"
"According to your request, the upper-class banquet was hosted by a card addict, and many upper-class people were invited, which can be regarded as a real play. There are also several medical application forms for patients with severe nerve damage. As long as I send them to Strange's colleagues urgently through the internal system of the surgical hospital, my colleagues will call him immediately to inform him."
Yutong added with a smile, "There is not the slightest trace of artificiality. Everything is very natural and real."
"What are you waiting for? Let's go!"
Kyle snapped his fingers, picked a silver Ferrari sports car, and sat in the driver's seat. Yutong followed closely behind him and sat in the passenger seat.
Around ten o'clock in the evening, on the highway that winds along the lake and mountains.
Two beams of bright light were projecting out, the engine was roaring and running hard, and a white Lamborghini was driving at high speed on the road. It was Dr. Strange who was returning home after attending the banquet.
No one noticed.
Kyle and Yutong were standing on the mountain surrounded by the highway. They looked down, as if looking at Strange in the driver's seat through the body of the Lamborghini.
Yu Tong's black hair fluttered slightly in the evening breeze. She looked at the Lamborghini below and said softly, "Even if he is not at work, he is very principled in what he does. He only drank a little at the banquet. But this does not affect his driving, and it does not meet the standard of suspected drunk driving."
"The protagonist is here, so let's invite the actors to come on stage." Kyle smiled calmly and said in a deep voice: "Weiss, it's your turn."
"OK."
Not long after Vess responded, on the lakeside highway below, the Lamborghini driven by Strange was suddenly overtaken by a silver Ferrari, which was about 20 meters away and followed closely behind the Lamborghini.
"Yutong, it's your turn." Kyle turned his gaze to Yutong beside him.
Yutong took out her phone, dialed the number, gave a few instructions, and then nodded slightly at Kyle, "I've arranged it."
"Okay. Now, let's start the show."
Kyle clasped his hands together, raised the corners of his mouth, and looked down at the two sports cars driving one after the other on the highway.
In the driver's seat of a Lamborghini supercar.
Strange had not yet realized the deep malice directed at him. He continued to drive at a steady pace. When he saw the Ferrari in the rearview mirror had no intention of overtaking, he did not pay any more attention to it.
At this moment, the mobile phone connected to the sports car's built-in system suddenly rang.
Strange glanced at the right screen and saw that the caller was his colleague and assistant. He suddenly realized that it was Sunday night and he had to make work arrangements for tomorrow's surgery.
Although he knew it was inconvenient to make phone calls while driving, Strange, with his arrogance, still answered the call from his colleague while driving the sports car, "Mark, does the hospital have any new applications for treatment of seriously ill patients?"
"Yes, there are three. You can choose first."
"Just send me the information. I'm driving. Also, tell me the general condition of each of them. I'll make it clear that I won't take any easy calls."
"Okay! One of them has a brain tumor..."
"Other doctors can do this, next one."
Strange and Mark chatted happily. When they talked about the seriously ill patients they were interested in, Strange even freed up one hand to slide the built-in touch screen in the car to check the patient's X-ray...
Vess undoubtedly took perfect control of this gap, controlling the Ferrari to suddenly accelerate forward, like a wild horse running away from its reins. He first caught up with Strange's Lamborghini, and even slightly moved away from it - the two cars collided violently with their rear ends at high speed.
Strange only felt the rear end of the car being hit, the body of the car shook violently, and then the whole car flipped 360 degrees, crashed through the lakeside fence of the highway, and the front of the car plunged into the dark shallow lake below. He went into complete shock and coma in mid-air.
The silver Ferrari only had damage to the rear end, and it had no intention of stopping. It accelerated and disappeared at the end of the bend on the Panshan Expressway.
At the top of the highway.
Yutong's eyes flashed with a sacred silver light, her long black hair fluttered in the wind, her body was suspended in mid-air, and her hands were still open in a controlling posture.