On the roof of Stark Building, Schiller buckled a jar of plugs, which contained a ball of black mucus. The gray mist was communicating with Venom using brain waves. Venom said: "Don't you even feel guilty if you deceive such a simple boy?"

"It seems like you are not an accomplice. If it weren't for his negative emotions in his heart, it wouldn't be enough to induce a tide of fear, I wouldn't be willing to do this."

"And..." Schiller paused and said to Venom: "I found that you have the potential to make movies. The scene of Stark's death you made really scared Peter."

"I know that bad guy too well. He only knows one move from beginning to end, and sooner or later it will come true."

Schiller sighed, more like relaxing, and said, "Those multiverse guys would come so early, it was indeed beyond my expectations. Without this trick to scare them away, there will be no peace in the future."

Venom said: "Our deal is completed, now you should be able to choose a host myself, right?"

"Of course, but between your danger and uncontrollability, you can only choose one of the hosts you have already parasitized."

"So, who are you going to choose? Stark? Bruce? Or..."

"Reporter!!! I'll choose that reporter!!!!" Venom simply yelled.

"Oh, I almost forgot. You have also parasitized a human journalist. Well, I will deliver you to his house tomorrow."

"But just as we agreed, you'd better not change the host easily, and don't eat people all over the streets, otherwise I'll let the gray fog bite you."

Venom emits a nasal sound that is very similar to Stark, full of unwillingness.

Standing on the rooftop for a while, soon, footsteps came from behind. Nick walked over and stood side by side with Schiller. Nick said, "The noise this time is really big, right?"

"What? It's beyond your expectations? Director?"

"I'm not a director. Just like you, do you still want to call yourself a yard worker?"

" "Isn't it?" Schiller did not turn to Nick, but kept looking at the lights on the New York skyline. He said: "Don't tell me that the belief in Bat God has spread more and more widely within vampires in recent years, just a coincidence."

"Not to tell me, just on the eve of the moderates trying to manipulate the election, it was just a coincidence that the prophecy of the arrival of the Bat God was circulating."

"Who knows, there are so many coincidences in this world."

"Yes, SHIELD's exclusive coincidence, all the final explanation belongs to you."

"Let's talk about the good news, Nick hugged his arm and said, "The bats infected with lizard serum can't be used, right? The raw materials are becoming increasingly scarce, and we have encountered difficulties in putting production..."

"Where is the address of the nursing home?"

"It's still Manhattan, you know, it's closer to their residence."

"However, it is too late to build a new sanatorium. There is an old bank built in the 1930s. His new owner got out of here because he couldn't afford the inheritance tax, and construction will start there tomorrow."

“How much bat raw material is left?”

"The police and SHIELD agents were seriously injured and killed on the battlefield. There were less than one ten people who could be sent to pursue them. There were many new recruits who had not been trained, even those who could not even hold guns. The freezing guns were not in large quantities, so we had no choice..."

“So how many have you reported?”

"There are only 12 left, and we only have 12 precious bat ingredients that have immortality factors." Nick shrugged.

"Too many." Schiller said without thinking: "Only two are left. Connors has a good long-term freezing technology. The remaining 10 are frozen first and put them in your SHIELD warehouse. After the price is sold at a thousand times, then take action slowly."

"Would it be a bit too exaggerated? The armed police force of thousands and the S.H.E.L.D. agents of hundreds of people only caught two of them when the bats were defeated?"

"Thousands of people have a hundred agents? You underestimate the tragic extent of this war. When the final pursuit was over, there were only 10 armed police officers and only one agent left. Such data is not too exaggerated, right?"

"Okay, but the question is, Natasha, Colson, Hawkeye and Daisy have to go out for a while, who are you going to sacrifice among them?" Nick asked.

"Don't think of any reason for injury. Hawkeye has been injured more than 80 times this year, and has used up 4 times the medical insurance share. Daisy has also been seriously injured more than 20 times..."

Schiller touched his forehead and said, "It's not summer yet, you've reimbursed all their shares. Do you really don't plan to leave some redundancy to deal with emergencies?"

"Emergency? SHIELD has emergencies every day."

"Well, if you're willing to raise my medical bills a little bit, I'll convince Osborne and Stark to contract the project to rebuild the Brooklyn Bridge."

"In the name of charity, there is not much room for operation here. After all, everyone can see the bridge building."

"If a charity event of this scale cannot meet your requirements, then carry out a larger scale, and you should be more familiar with that set than me..." Schiller waved his hand and said.

"Send war correspondents to shoot the post-war ruins, promote the fierce war, mobilize charitable organizations, hold fundraising dinners, celebrities, celebrities, brands, parties..."

"If this is not enough, then announce the sanctions against vampires."

Nick sighed and said, "So far, our course of action is still conservative, and there are many reasons why the Council will not agree to launch large-scale sanctions."

"If you can be willing to give them one of the only two precious raw materials, I think they should be moved, right?"

"You are going to cheat on your own people?"

"Don't talk nonsense, there are only two, and the remaining 10 are SHIELD's emergency reserve funds, but they have not had time to cash out."

On the roof of Stark, Schiller and Nick were watching the brightly lit night view of New York at the same time, and in Stark Building, Stark was lying on the hospital bed, now covered in mummy, he watched Peter walk around in front of him, and he said, "Hey, stop turning, you turn so hard that I feel dizzy."

"When will that doctor come? At this time, there should be no traffic jam?"

As soon as Peter finished speaking, Strange's voice appeared outside the door with footsteps, saying, "How I wish I saw a body named Stark now."

He walked in and looked sleepy. He was obviously shouted out of bed in the middle of the night. He was so angry that he straightened the monitoring equipment beside him. Peter leaned his head and asked, "Doctor Strange, Mr. Stark should be fine? He was a little seriously injured..."

"If he was really seriously injured, you should be the pastor, not me."

Strange pulled out the pillow that Stark was placing very roughly. Stark's head hit the corner of the bed, and he screamed and said, "You unscrupulous quack! Do you want to murder me?!"

"I'm unscrupulous, but I'm definitely not a quack."

Stark muttered a few words and said, "You doctors are the same..."

"Okay, the checkup is over. You're fine. You should be able to live to death. Pay the money and send me back to bed."

Stark looked him up and down and said, "What have you checked? You just turned on the instrument and turned it off again. Don't think I don't understand these things. Who do you think you are facing now? I'm Stark, don't fool me."

Strange said impatiently: "Then check yourself and send me back."

"Don't hurry to leave, I have a big business here to talk to you." Schiller appeared outside the door. He handed a plan to Strange. Strange took it and took a look. He said, "Stuck-Osborne Pharmaceuticals, the general consultant letter?"

"What kind of a hell company is this?" Strange said in confusion: "Why didn't I know that Stark and Osborne are joining together, and they are also a pharmaceutical company?"

He looked through the employment letter and said, "Also, I'm a neurosurgeon, I won't be a drug salesman."

"You might as well turn to the last page and look at that number."

Strange looked up at Schiller, turned the offer to the end with half belief and half doubt, and then focused his eyes on the number.

In a second, he closed the offer. He coughed twice, straightened his collar, stuffed the offer into his briefcase and said, "I am now employed by the New York Presbyterian Hospital. The contract has not expired yet. You cannot let me break the spirit of my contract."

"I know, of course I know, I am also a very contractual person." Schiller said with a smile: "The staff cafe upstairs should be open for business, so we might as well go there to talk in detail."

After the two doctors left, Stark and Peter stared at each other, and Stark said, "So, where is my examination?"

At this time, Connors walked in and heard what Stark said, saying, "Although it has been several years since I lasted a clinical medical experiment, I can also reluctantly check it out for you."

"Oh, no! Wait! Still no, I think I'm fine!"

"Don't worry, I have rich experience in battlefield medical treatment." As he said that, he walked over and lowered the upper half of Stark's hospital bed. Stark screamed in pain.

Peter hesitated to step forward to stop Connors' atrocities, but Connors glanced at him and said, "Peter, Dr. Ethan calls you up, maybe something is wrong."

Peter paused for a few seconds, first looked at Stark, who was covered in bandages, then at Connors whose scales had not yet subsided, and then ran away in Stark's indignant eyes.

Stark pounded the bed with his only moveable left hand and said, "This conscienceless boy! If it weren't for saving him, how could I be so injured?"

"Now there is good news and bad news, which one do you want to listen to first?" Connors said with a diagnostic report.

"Don't play this with me, let's talk about it together."

"The good news is that there is really nothing wrong with your spine and nervous system, and the bad news is that the problem is that the thing in your chest."

Stark stiffened for a moment and said, "There is no problem with this thing on my chest."

"Ethan told me about the general principle of the reactor on your chest. Although my strength is in biology, I also have some involvement in machinery and physics. Your physical examination report tells me that this thing has a big problem."

"You used too much palladium in order to pursue the mecha, and now it seems that if you don't think of a solution, you will die of poisoning one day."

Stark set aside, obviously, he didn't want to discuss this issue. Connors put the report down and looked into Stark's eyes and said, "You understand this more than anyone else, but you just don't change it. I believe that your friends before should have advised you, but you are the most unscrupulous I've ever seen."
Chapter completed!