At this time, Coulson was standing at the door of Nick Fury's office with great confusion. He watched all the people who came to this intersection turn right.
Natasha walked out of Nick's office, and Coulson stopped her and asked: "What's going on? Why did they take a long way around? I remember that the shortest way to the elevator should be to turn left?"
"Because our genius psychiatrist who charges exorbitant fees is waiting in the office on the left for psychological consultation."
"You actually invited him here. How much did he offer? It shouldn't be 100 million US dollars an hour, right?"
"That's not true. Nick's report says $50 million per hour."
Colson took a breath and said, "In other words, if I go to him for psychological consultation now, it will be equivalent to making 50 million US dollars in vain?"
"You can understand it this way."
"There should be a lot of people lining up there. Can I still get in line today?"
"On the contrary, there is no one there," Natasha said with a shrug.
After saying that, she turned right and left. Colson shouted: "You are going the wrong way! That's the emergency exit over there! The elevator is on the left!"
Natasha said without looking back: "I want to exercise! You know, for health!"
Colson was even more confused. Then, Nick walked out of his office, and Colson greeted him: "Good morning, Director."
Nick nodded to him, and then said: "Natasha has recently withdrawn from the Stark Group, and she will also follow up on the Hand case. You mainly need to keep an eye on the one who is wandering around.
My boy, just ask him not to cause trouble."
Colson said yes, and then he noticed that Nick was also turning to turn right. He grabbed his boss and said, "Director, the elevator is over there. If you go to the right, it will take at least 5 minutes to walk."
"I've been working out recently and plan to take the stairs."
Colson was full of questions. He muttered and walked directly to the left. Seeing that the door of Schiller's office was open, he knocked on the door and walked in. Schiller was immersed in writing. When he saw someone coming in, he
He looked up in great surprise and said, "Someone actually came..."
Colson was stunned for a moment and said, "Isn't this place open now? I remember during the meeting in the morning, I said that psychological counseling starts this morning."
"Of course the door is open! Please come in, you are the first!" Schiller stood up with a pen and specially opened a stool for Colson. This enthusiasm made Colson a little at a loss. Schiller said: "Of course, you
Maybe it’s the only one.”
"I don't understand. Psychological counseling worth 50 million US dollars per hour can be done for free and is reimbursed by the bureau. Why don't they come?"
"Probably because I offered 50 million US dollars, and Nick agreed..."
"What's the problem with this? Doesn't this mean that the director is very sure of your level?"
"Hmm... Putting aside some of his macroeconomic understanding of funding and his flexible use of reimbursement in the institutional structure, have you ever thought that maybe it is his affirmation of me that keeps no one here?
.”
"You mean, they think your level is too high?"
Schiller said very speechlessly: "Are you really a level 8 agent? What level is Natasha? Isn't the full level 100?"
"Which agent would be willing to find a great psychologist and find out all the secrets in their heart?"
"I thought it was just some simple emotional adjustment, such as releasing anxiety or something."
"Then you can just go to the door and smoke a cigarette."
"That won't work, the damn smoke alarms here are too sensitive," Colson said.
"Okay, do you want to come here to relieve some depression?"
"Actually not, it's because I think the relationship between Captain and you seems to be good. I want him to sign a set of my fan flash cards. Can you ask him for me?"
Schiller spread his hands and said: "Okay, I know it, but who made me earn this money? If this can really relieve your anxiety. Give me the card, I promise to let him sign one."
It’s not even low, and it’s worthy of my $50 million per hour consultation fee.”
After Colson left, Schiller was drinking coffee leisurely in the temporary office, but before he could finish catching fish all morning, he just opened the door to get some air, and suddenly a sharp alarm sounded above his head.
A small device emits a red light and then begins to alarm desperately.
Schiller was startled, but his spider sense didn't react at all. For safety's sake, he was ready to flash out at any time, but with a sharp cry, the fire sprinkler was turned on, and the nozzle instantly sprayed out a large amount of water mist.
, if Schiller hadn't escaped quickly, he would have been soaked in the rain.
Coulson and a few agents ran over, looked up at the smoke alarm, and then looked at Schiller, who was holding a coffee cup and staring at them.
"No smoking allowed here."
"I don't smoke."
Coulson showed a suspicious expression and said: "Natasha had the same expression as you when she was caught. Did you throw the cigarette into the sewer pipe of the sink?"
"Of course not, I don't smoke indoors."
Coulson did not smell any smoke. He looked up at the smoke alarm that had been blaring and said, "Well, it looks like the damn thing is broken again."
"How on earth did you make a smoke alarm make a sound of hundreds of decibels?"
"If you have 32 fires in your home a month, you'll understand."
The symbiote said in Schiller's mind: "I'm a little dizzy and a little nauseous. Let's go."
Schiller said: "It seems that today's psychological consultation ends here. If it is less than an hour, it will be counted as one hour. Don't forget to let Nick pay the bill. I'll leave first."
Schiller left decisively, because he knew that this was not an accident. Some people did not want him to stay there anymore. After all, he had to take a 5-minute detour every time he went downstairs, which was a waste of time.
Human beings are always like this. When they don't have the ability to read minds, they always imagine that someone can understand them and understand what they are thinking. But when a person really has the ability to read minds, everyone avoids them.
Already.
Of course, in SHIELD, this is more likely due to Nick Fury's eclectic talent management system.
After returning to the clinic, Schiller, who had not slept for dozens of hours, planned to take a nap. The symbiote played a very hypnotic music for him, making him fall asleep quickly, but before he could enter deep sleep,
I was woken up by a phone call.
"What?...Then what are you looking for me for? Go find Pepper."
"She is very busy? Then I am not busy? Well, I am indeed not busy, but you don't want me to enter the laboratory again. I really don't want to twist the light bulb anymore."
"Yes, yes, I know your armor is a great armor that spans the ages, not a light bulb. Can you get down to business?"
"Jarvis found something unusual in the parts storage warehouse? The number of parts is wrong? Are you sure you didn't count it wrong? Okay, I know... I know you are very strict, but how can I help with this matter? I can't
I can't conjure it up out of thin air with just a few parts, no, not even with magic..."
"...It's hard for me to say." Schiller paced in the living room of the clinic. "Maybe you should ask Jarvis about his speculation. He is now more than just a computer."
"Jarvis is a little hesitant? Don't you know the answer yet? Or do you actually think of the object of suspicion, but you just don't want to admit it..."
"No, of course my mind-reading skills cannot be used for this kind of thing. Don't be ridiculous...I can tell you that there is an 80% chance of the person you are thinking of..."
After hanging up the phone, Schiller grabbed Pikachu, rubbed his cheek and said: "A strong steel fortress is always the first to be breached from the inside. This is really hard to say."
"What trouble did that guy in the stiff suit get into?" Pikachu asked.
"It seems like he lost something in his armor. His smart butler gave a suspect an answer he didn't want to hear. Now he is doubting his life."
"You humans always like to add trouble to yourself." Pikachu concluded, "That boy named Parker, he would worry about killing the hostages inside when playing games. It was just a game. Even if the hostages died,
But if the kidnapper group is destroyed, doesn’t it count as our victory?”
"So you rushed over and beat the hostages to death first?"
"Otherwise, that kid is always dawdling, what can I do? You struggle with too many meaningless things, always put yourself too deep, and are full of unnecessary worries about things that haven't happened yet, but you are worried about things that have already happened.
What happens is always evaded.”
"I really didn't expect that you, as a mouse, could actually say such penetrating words."
"Of course, I'm Detective Pikachu."
In Stark Tower, all the lights in Stark's laboratory were turned off, leaving only some lights from the instruments flickering faintly, like dots of stars.
Stark was leaning on the experimental table and sitting on the ground. A symbol was beating on his cell phone next to him, indicating that Jarvis was also there.
"I'm trying to comfort you, sir."
"So you turned off all the lights?" Stark's voice was hoarse, and he was tired from staying up too late.
"It might relax you a little bit, and the dim light helps relax your brain," says Jarvis.
Stark closed his eyes. He changed to a more relaxed posture and leaned on the experimental table. He curled up one leg, then put his arm on it, raised his head, and said as if talking in his sleep: "... maybe
This is retribution."
"The Stark Group's weapons have displaced countless people, so the people I once trusted will also leave me one by one..."
"We are not yet certain that Mr. Obadiah is the murderer." Jarvis said, "In the analysis, he is only about 96% likely."
"You can be more blunt," Stark said.
"Sorry, I mean there's a 4% chance it's not him."
"Who could be left?"
Mr. Schiller has 2%, Mr. Parker has 1.2%, and you have 0.8%.”
"Schiller? Do you expect a person who can't even distinguish the mecha parts numbered 1 to 10 to steal the most important core? And Peter, although that kid is a little stupid, he will not steal anything.
He is a silly boy who was shocked for a long time when he saw me smoking."
"I'm trying to comfort you," Jarvis said.
Finally, Stark felt that all the sounds in the world gradually became muffled. Half asleep, he thought of Howard's face.
At that time, Uncle Obadiah stood with his father, both of whom were still very young.