Chapter 540 When is the time for retribution (Part 1)
"Luo Ji defected!"
Schiller, who was asleep in the clinic, held up his mobile phone and said: "What? What defection? Who?"
"Loki!" Strange bit down the accent on the name, and then said with an exaggerated mouth: "Loki, the eldest princess of Asgard! She defected from Asgard! Before she left, she said
Stabbed her royal brother!
"
"The eldest princess? When did she become the eldest princess?" Schiller's focus was completely wrong. He reluctantly sat up from the bed, sat on the edge of the bed and leaned against the bedside, covering his eyes with his hands. He was obviously still sleepy.
The meaning is hazy.
"Her brother Thor has become the new king of Asgard, so isn't she the eldest princess of Asgard?"
"I know, what I'm asking is, why doesn't she accept the canonization of the prince as a man, but insists on being the eldest princess?"
“Is this the point?!
"Strange was almost surrounded by Schiller, and he said loudly: "The point is, Luo Ji defected! She even stabbed Thor! Now she is missing!"
"oh."
"...Hello? Hello?!
"
"Bang!" Strange threw down his phone, took a deep breath, looked at Stark next to him and said, "I said this trick will definitely not fool him. Doesn't he know what kind of character Luo Ji is?
"
"It seems that words alone can't fool him." Steve next to him crossed his arms and said. Stark snorted and said with some disdain: "Since words can't fool him, let's make some noise.
There's some movement."
Strange turned back, looked at Stark and said, "I said, Tony, you and Schiller, you two..."
"Schiller wanted to help you, so he went in a big circle and created the Soviet Union. He successfully promoted the joint development of various civilizations on the earth, and then pushed you to the position of the person in charge of the solar system construction plan. Among them,
, the only person who doesn’t know is you.”
"Now, you want to repay his favor, so you plan to go around in a big way to deceive Schiller and make him the only uninformed person in this plan. Are you...do you have something wrong with your brains?"
Steve was happy, smiled and patted Strange on the shoulder, and then said: "Is this the first day you met the two of them? Do you still need to ask this question?"
Natasha, who had just returned from smoking, came over, looked at Strange and asked, "How is it? He should hang up the phone, right?"
"You know him very well. It's a waste that those congressmen didn't let you seduce Schiller." Stark was very angry now and would bite whoever he caught.
But Natasha would not spoil him. The female agent rolled her eyes and said, "Yeah, when they were going to let me seduce Schiller, I thought, luckily they didn't ask me to seduce you..."
Natasha lowered her gaze to the area below Stark's chest and above his thighs, then moved her gaze upwards to Stark's face, then moved her gaze downwards to that part, and finally closed it.
Hair, "chi", turned around and left.
Any man should understand what this means. Strange opened his eyes slightly and looked at Stark with a gossipy expression. Steve rolled his eyes slightly, coughed twice, and looked away.
.
Stark hammered the table in anger. Strange looked around, walked past Steve, bumped Steve's back with his shoulder, and whispered: "Nata, back then,
When Sarah came to the United States, did she come to Stark Industries to work as an undercover agent?"
"Of course, although I may not have gotten much business information, but..." Steve also looked back at Stark.
"What are you talking about?! What are you talking about?!" Stark shouted, he stretched out his hand, shook a finger and said: "First of all, the two of us are innocent...Okay, I admit it, she
When I first came here, I took a second look."
Facing the very disapproving looks from both Strange and Steve, Stark took a deep breath and said, "Okay, more than just two eyes, but she is very beautiful, and everyone loves beauty."
"But there was nothing between the two of us. Not long after she came, I was kidnapped and taken to Afghanistan."
"To be honest, although she is beautiful, she is far inferior to Pepper on the inside. I am not a superficial and flamboyant libertine who only stares at women's faces."
"Oh oh oh, yes!" Strange made a series of strange noises. He raised his head and looked at the ceiling and said: "Jarvis, you must access Miss Pepper's communication, otherwise this innocent boy's
The play would be in vain."
Steve rushed forward and stopped Stark who was shaking his fist. He took his shield, knocked it and said: "Before, when we were at the Avengers base, you said you wanted to repay Schiller a favor, so we made a plan
We have made a plan, but what about the specific information of the plan? You haven’t told us yet.”
Stark put down his fist, rubbed his wrist, and said: "There are some things that we can't discuss here. We can wait until we go to the Alliance of Radiance base in the evening. By the way, there are many victims of this incident caused by Schiller.
I will ask Professor X to call them all over..."
In the Hell's Kitchen clinic, Mark was sitting across from Schiller's desk. He looked a little nervous. He put his hands straight on his knees and his waist was very tight. He didn't dare to lean on the backrest. Schiller looked at him and said
:
"You don't need to be so nervous. This is just the initial examination. How to carry out treatment depends on the results of the examination."
"What should I do?" Mark asked. It seemed that his body movements relaxed, his shoulders expanded, and his upper arms dropped naturally. But in fact, the muscles on his face were still stiff and twisted.
Schiller just looked at him calmly, and Mark knew that something was wrong with him. He stretched out his hand to cover his forehead and said, "I'm sorry, but now may not be a good time to receive psychological treatment."
"What's wrong?"
Mark opened his mouth for a moment, and then pursed his lips again, as if he didn't know how to describe his experience, but after a while, he still said:
"I don't know what happened. Yesterday, I was assigned the task of providing security for Stark's technology exhibition. You know, this kind of task is not dangerous. What's more, the one I'm protecting is Iron Man."
"It stands to reason that this should be for newbies to practice, but who knows, the newcomers who just finished training have other jobs, and I am the only one who accepted this useless job."
"I know that this is my commander looking for trouble with me, but I can't help it. After seeing Stark, he and I were both impatient. Everyone knows that this is just a routine matter. It's called security, but it's actually surveillance.
.”
"For some reason, I fainted in the bathroom midway. I suspected that maybe that personality came out again."
"Then, just this morning..." Mark put his elbows on the table and covered his face with his palms. He said, "I saw 'Iron Man vs. Bandage Killer' on the front page of the Daily Bugle.
'Reports, oh my God..."
"Bandage Killer? They actually gave you such an unpleasant nickname? It seems that your road to becoming a superhero is not going smoothly."
"Superhero?" Mark smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "I appear as the opponent of the superhero Iron Man. Do you still expect them to give the villain a nice name?"
"But that's nothing, right? You've already said that you are a bandage killer, and no one has seen your face, and the fact that you are sitting here means that Stark does not intend to pursue you."
"Stark doesn't intend to pursue me, but my colleagues..." Mark had a complicated expression on his face, with shock mixed with confusion.
"I don't know what happened to them recently, but they suddenly became very attentive, which even made me feel a little scared."
"It has been rumored for a long time that I want to resign. No one will care about a person who is about to leave the tea. But who would have thought that this morning, someone brought me breakfast and someone bought me a newspaper...
"
"My always-difficult boss not only approved my resignation letter instantly, he even increased my insurance coefficient before I resigned, so that I could have enough money to come to your hospital for medical treatment..."
Mark put one hand on the table and held his forehead, with a puzzled look on his face. He said, "Why did they suddenly figure it out?"
Schiller smiled and said: "Maybe it's because a being you don't know has been here before, so they are afraid."
Mark didn't understand Schiller's riddle, but soon Schiller asked: "So, you have left the CIA now?"
"Yes, I'm still thinking about my next job."
At this time, Schiller took out a document and handed it to Mark. Mark lowered his head in confusion. After taking the document, he saw a line written on it - "SHIELD Agent Recruitment Notice."
Mark's eyes widened slightly, and he asked: "You want me to work for SHIELD? But I have no experience in dealing with that kind of supernatural event."
"It's okay. Experience is something that comes from scratch. Nick, the director of SHIELD, is in short supply right now. As a former SHIELD psychiatrist, I am happy to do my old boss a favor and recommend him a
An excellent employee.”
Mark hesitated for a moment, but when he opened the first page of the job notice and saw a series of numbers on the top and a bunch of numbers below, he closed the job notice with a "snap" and looked at the table.
Le said:
"Send my regards to my new commander."
"Don't worry, but your dissociative identity disorder still needs treatment." Schiller turned the pen in his hand.
Mark frowned and said, "Is there any feasible treatment plan? At least it should allow me to live a normal life and not faint all the time."
Schiller flipped through the medical records in his hand and said: "We have been in contact with each other for a while before. Your situation is very rare. Generally speaking, the first personality split from split personality will be a protective personality.
.”
"From the perspective of the two personalities, you are more like the protective personality because your personality is healthier and more stable."
"But in fact, you are the original main personality, and Jack is the split protective personality. He is extremely aggressive, very unstable, and not sound enough."
"But now, you have a third personality that is forming, and this third personality is healthier and more stable than you."
"This kind of irregularity is very rare. It seems like there is no root cause and it is just randomly splitting."
Schiller clicked a document on hand and said: "I discussed this rare case with some of my teachers and classmates, but they had no clue."
Mark's face turned a little pale, and Schiller saw what he meant and said: "However, the causes of personality are only a proposition that needs to be studied within the academic scope. We all have the same opinions regarding the treatment of practical applications."
"Since your newly formed third personality is the most sound and stable, we can try to guide it so that it can form faster and take over your daily life."
"When he is conscious, am I unconscious? Doesn't that mean that he has replaced me?"
"In most cases, this is the case. For ordinary people, when other personalities replace you, you are unconscious, but..." Schiller changed the topic and said: "You are not an ordinary person, you are a moon
A believer in the god Kongsu, he is also a patient of mine."
"I can teach you how to use your consciousness space, and Kongsu can help you with strength, allowing you to create buildings in your consciousness space. When your mental strength becomes stronger, you can also realize what is happening in the real world.
.”
Mark saw the tall figure of Kong Su appearing behind Schiller, with the empty skull eyes staring at him. Mark took a deep breath. He was almost fed up with this life of losing consciousness from time to time. Accept this.
Proposal, the situation will not get worse.
Schiller put together the medical records in front of him, looked at Mark and said: "During this period, you will be hospitalized in this clinic. Guiding personality growth is not an easy task and requires long-term observation."
Mark nodded and stood up. Schiller walked downstairs with him and introduced him to the location of the guest room on the first floor. At this time, Peter, carrying a schoolbag, happened to walk in. Schiller pointed at him and said:
"Peter, you'd better not let me find you staying up late playing games until 3 a.m. again. Go to bed early tonight."
Peter scratched his head, showed an embarrassed smile, nodded, and then ran up the stairs in three steps at a time.
Schiller, who was arranging a guest room for Mark, heard Peter running up the stairs muttering:
"Mr. Stark said the same thing when I left the laboratory just now, and asked me to go to bed at nine o'clock tonight, God..."
