On the roof of Stark Tower, Schiller fastened the stopper of a jar. The jar contained a ball of black mucus. Gray Mist was communicating with Venom using brain waves. Venom said: "You can't deceive such a simple boy.
Do you feel guilty inside?"
"It's as if you are not an accomplice. If he didn't have too few negative emotions in his heart to induce a black tide of fear, I would not be willing to take this step."
"And..." Schiller paused and said to Venom: "I found that you have great potential in making movies. The scene of Stark's death that you made up really scared Peter."
"I know that rotten man very well. He only knows one trick from beginning to end. Sooner or later, it will come true."
Schiller sighed, more like he was relaxing, and said: "It's really beyond my expectation that those guys from the multiverse would come so early. Don't scare them away with this trick. There will never be peace in the future."
Venom said: "Our deal is complete, now you should be able to let me choose my own host, right?"
"Of course, but due to 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 choose that reporter!!!!" Venom yelled simply.
"Oh, I almost forgot, you also parasitized a human reporter. Well, I will courier you to his house tomorrow."
"But just like we said, you'd better not change hosts easily, and don't eat heads on the street, otherwise I will let the gray mist bite you."
Venom made a nasal sound that was very similar to Stark's, full of unwillingness.
After standing on the rooftop for a while, footsteps were heard from behind. Nick came over and stood side by side with Schiller. Nick said: "The noise made this time is really big, right?"
"What? It's beyond your expectations? Director?"
"I'm not a general director, just like you. Do you still want to call yourself a field worker?"
"Isn't it?" Schiller did not turn to look at Nick, but kept looking at the lights on the New York skyline. He said: "Don't tell me that the belief in the Bat God has become more and more popular among vampires in recent years.
Yue Guang is just a coincidence."
"Don't tell me that it's just a coincidence that the prophecy of the coming of the bat god was spread just before the moderates wanted to manipulate the election."
"Who knew, there are so many coincidences in this world."
"Yes, it is SHIELD's exclusive coincidence, and all final interpretation rights belong to you."
"Let's talk about the good news. Nick crossed his arms and said: "The bats infected with the lizard serum can't be used, right? The raw materials are becoming more and more scarce, and we have encountered difficulties in launching production..."
“Where should I choose the location of the nursing home?”
"It's still Manhattan, you know, it's closer to where they live."
"However, it is too late to build a new sanatorium. There is an old bank built in the 1930s. Its new owner left because he could not pay the inheritance tax. Construction will start there tomorrow."
“How much usable bat raw material is left?”
"The police and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents suffered heavy casualties on the battlefield, and less than one out of ten people could be sent out to hunt them down. Among them were many untrained recruits who couldn't even hold a gun steady, and the fuel inventory of the cryogun was also low.
It’s not much, and there’s nothing we can do…”
"So how many did you report?"
"There are only 12 left. We only have 12 precious bat raw materials with immortality factors." Nick shrugged.
"Too many." Schiller said without thinking: "There are only two left. Connors has a good long-term freezing technology. The remaining 10 will be frozen first and placed in your SHIELD warehouse.
, wait until the price reaches a thousand times, and then slowly sell it."
"Isn't it a bit exaggerated? Thousands of armed police forces and hundreds of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents only captured two when the bats were defeated?"
"Thousands of people and hundreds of agents? You have underestimated the brutality of this war. By the time of the final pursuit, there were only 10 armed policemen left and only one agent. Such statistics are not too exaggerated.
Alright?"
"Okay, but the question is, Natasha, Coulson, Hawkeye and Daisy will all have to go out for activities in a while. Which one of them are you going to sacrifice?" Nick asked.
"Don't think about any excuses such as injuries. Hawkeye has been injured more than 80 times this year, and his share of medical insurance has been used up four times. Daisy has also been seriously injured more than 20 times..."
Schiller touched his forehead and said: "It's not even summer yet, and you've reimbursed all their shares. Are you really not going to leave any redundancy to deal with emergencies?"
"Emergency situations? S.H.I.E.L.D. has emergencies every day."
"Well, if you are willing to increase my consultation fee a little more, I will convince Osborne and Stark to contract the project of rebuilding the Brooklyn Bridge."
"In the name of charity? There is not much room for operation here. After all, everyone can see the bridge being built."
"If a charity event of this scale cannot meet your requirements, then launch a larger one. You should be more familiar with that than me..." Schiller waved his hand and said.
"Send war reporters to photograph post-war ruins, publicize the horrors of the war, mobilize charitable organizations, hold fundraising dinners, stars, celebrities, brands, parties..."
"If this is still not enough, then announce sanctions against vampires."
Nick sighed and said: "So far, our course of action is still conservative. There are many reasons for this. The Security Council will not agree to launch large-scale sanctions."
"If you are willing to give them one of the only two precious raw materials, I think they will also be moved, right?"
"Are you planning to deceive even your own people?"
"Don't be ridiculous. There were only two of them originally. The remaining 10 are SHIELD's emergency reserve funds, but they haven't had time to be cashed out yet."
On the rooftop of Stark's building, Schiller and Nick looked at the brightly lit night view of New York at the same time. In Stark Tower, Stark was lying on the hospital bed. He was now wrapped like a mummy. He watched Peter
He was walking back and forth in front of his eyes, and he said: "Hey, stop turning around, you're making me dizzy."
"When will the doctor come? Is there no traffic jam at this time?"
As soon as Peter finished speaking, Strange's voice appeared outside the door accompanied by footsteps. He said: "How I wish what I see now is a corpse named Stark."
He walked in, looking sleepy. He had obviously been woken up from the bed in the middle of the night. He unhappily straightened the monitoring equipment next to him. Peter poked his head next to him and asked: "Doctor Strange, Mr. Stark should
Are you okay? He was injured a bit seriously..."
"If he was really seriously injured, you should be seeing the priest now, not me."
Strange roughly pulled out the pillow that Stark was resting on. Stark's head hit the corner of the bed and he screamed: "You unscrupulous quack! Are you trying to murder me?"
?!"
"I am unscrupulous, but I am definitely not a quack."
Stark muttered something and said: "You doctors are all the same..."
"Okay, the examination is over. You are fine. You should be able to live until death. Pay the money and then send me back to sleep."
Stark looked him up and down and said: "What did you check? You just turned the instrument on and then off again. Don't think I don't understand these things. Who do you think you are facing now? I am
Stark, don't try to fool me."
Strange said impatiently: "Then just check yourself and send me back."
"Don't leave in a hurry. I have a big business here that I want to talk to you about." Schiller's figure appeared outside the door. He handed a plan to Strange, who took it and took a look at it.
, he said: "Stark-Osborne United Pharmaceuticals, general counsel appointment letter?"
"What the hell kind of company is this?" Strange asked doubtfully, "Why didn't I know that Stark and Osborn were united together, and that they were also a pharmaceutical company?"
He flipped through the employment letter and said, "Besides, I am a neurosurgeon. I will not be a drug salesman."
"You might as well turn to the last page and look at that number."
Strange raised his head and glanced at Schiller, dubiously turned the letter of employment to the end, and then focused his eyes on that number.
In one second, he closed the letter of employment, coughed twice, straightened his collar, stuffed the letter of appointment into his briefcase and said: "I am now employed by New York-Presbyterian Hospital.
, the contract has not yet expired, you cannot let me violate the spirit of my contract."
"I know, of course I know, I am also a very contractual person." Schiller said with a smile: "The employee cafe upstairs should still be open, we might as well go there to talk in detail."
After the two doctors left, Stark and Peter stared at each other. Stark said, "So, where is my examination?"
At this time, Connors walked in. He heard what Stark said. He said: "Although it has been several years since my last clinical medical experiment, I can still check it on you reluctantly."
"Oh, no! Wait! No need, I think I'm fine!"
"Don't worry, I have rich experience in battlefield medical treatment." After saying that, he walked over and lowered the upper part of Stark's hospital bed, causing Stark to scream in pain.
Peter hesitantly wanted to step forward to stop Connors' violence, but Connors glanced at him and said, "Peter, Dr. Ethan asked you to come up, maybe there is something wrong."
Peter paused for a few seconds, first looked at Stark, who was covered in bandages, and then at Connors, whose scales had not faded, and then ran away quickly under Stark's indignant eyes.
Stark hit the bed board with his only movable left hand and said: "This heartless boy! If I hadn't saved him! How could I have been injured like this?"
Connors held a diagnostic report and said: "Now there is good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"
"Don't play this trick with me, let's talk about it together."
"The good news is that there is nothing wrong with your spine and nervous system. The bad news is that the problem is with that thing in your chest."
Stark stiffened for a moment and said, "There's nothing wrong with this thing on my chest."
"Ethan told me the general principle of the reactor on your chest. Although my strength lies in biology, I also dabble in mechanics and physics. Your physical examination report tells me that there are serious problems with this thing.
big."
"In order to provide greater power to the mecha, you used too much palladium. It seems that if you don't think of a solution, you will die of poisoning sooner or later."
Stark put aside his head. Obviously, he did not want to discuss this issue. Connors put down the report, looked into Stark's eyes and said: "You understand this better than anyone else, but you just don't change it. I
I believe your previous friends should have advised you, but you are the most disobedient I have ever seen."