The person who can foresee the future

Mali, City of Palmer, Johns Hopkins University.

In the life sciences research institute, a bald old man was tapping the ground with a cane. The thump thump thump sound was like the sound of war drums.

A researcher in a white suit stood in front of him with his head lowered, not even daring to breathe.

"Shameless! Hooligan! A Bandit!"

The slightly sharp voice echoed in the research room. The LED lights seemed to be dimmed, as if they were flickering in the old man's anger.

"Mr. Edwards, you ..." The assistant beside the old man reminded him softly.

However, before he could finish his sentence, the old man smashed his walking stick on the Reagent Rack beside him.

"Crash! Crash!" A series of crisp sounds rang out, and a set of reagents worth hundreds of thousands of dollars was smashed to pieces.

The researchers had no idea what was going on. They could only lower their heads cautiously, not knowing what to do.