"You mean, you want to make the Kree Speaker into a potion?" Nick asked Schiller with a frown in the SHIELD office.
"Yes, I want to verify one thing." Schiller, wearing a white coat, began to pace in the room. He said, "Do you remember what I told you about the resurrection? I suspect that Kerry
People may be able to make a potion that can revive people."
After the single universe was reset, Schiller asked Connors to remind Nick to deal with the Kree. Naturally, it did not happen. The GH potion was not made, and Coulson did not get injured because he went to get special items.
He died and was not resurrected by the injection of medicine.
Although Schiller took the obelisk back after the reset, the obelisk lost its original function. Initially, Schiller thought that death had smashed the phone, but after thinking about it carefully, he found that there was something wrong with it.
Many doubts.
If the obelisk is really the result of a deal between Death and the Kree, is Death really willing to give up such a big customer so easily? The Kree are one of the major empires in the universe, and the death and killing they can provide is indescribable.
Don't underestimate her, she will burn the contract directly just because of Schiller's harassing phone calls!
The last time the balance was smashed, in addition to Death being frightened by Stark's sudden arrival of the resurrected Soviet Union, there was also the reason why the Egyptian pantheon was not as good as before. But now that the Kree Empire is at its peak, is Death really willing to let it go?
Or maybe the obelisk is actually just one of the phones, it's not important, and the real resurrection device is still working in the Kree Empire?
Whether death just smashed a phone or gave up the business directly, Schiller felt that he needed to test it.
Before the universe was reset, Schiller witnessed the process of Colson's resurrection. During this process, he felt the breath of death very clearly. In other words, at that time, there was still a deal between death and the Kree Empire.
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And as long as the Kree Speaker is used as a material to create GH potion and used to resurrect someone, it can be judged whether there is still a deal between Death and the Kree Empire.
Nick pondered and said: "First of all, using intelligent creatures to make potions..."
"You don't mean to say that you are making a moral decision, do you?" Schiller looked at Nick in surprise and asked.
Nick shook his head in thought and said: "Don't be stupid, what moral choice is there? He is not a human being, and his attitude when he was locked up was extremely bad. Several of our agents have complained about this.
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"What I'm thinking about is who will be responsible for this experiment, who can know, and who can't know. After all, the composition of SHIELD is very complex, and important experiments cannot be started casually."
"I guess you will choose to let Natasha and Colson know, and then hide it from the others." Schiller guessed, but it can't be said to be a guess. After all, Nick has already done this once, but it was repeated.
Just set it aside.
"No, what I'm thinking about is whether to let Sharon Carter know about this. After all, she is the niece of Peggy Carter, the former founder of SHIELD, and she should be trustworthy."
Nick stood up from behind the desk and said: "Now, there are not enough trustworthy people. Let alone Natasha and Colson. Ward is your person, and he can be regarded as one, but he can only fight hard."
Chong, no strategic sense."
"Hill is okay, but she has been sent abroad recently. After all, the solar system construction project needs someone to keep an eye on it. She won't be able to come back in a short time. There is no one to do a lot of paperwork."
"If there are more of you, that's no problem, but if not, I have to think about who will do the clerical work."
"Where's the Mark I introduced to you before?" Schiller asked.
He was referring to Moon Knight. After Mark left the CIA, Schiller introduced him to SHIELD, and he should have been working for some time now.
Nick shook his head and sighed and said: "All the agents who came out of the CIA are like that. They are okay when they are sent out to do intelligence work. Do you expect them to sit in the office and write reports honestly?"
"Moreover, Mark is from the CIA. He knows the agents there best. He should be playing hide-and-seek with the CIA agents in California now."
Nick pondered again and said: "However, the potion that can revive people is indeed very important. Let Natasha do the preliminary experiment first. After all, Coulson must have a moral dilemma. Once the experiment is fully launched, I will leave it to him.
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"What about Agent Carter?" Schiller asked, and he continued: "I think she and the captain seem to have some..."
Nick slapped his head and said: "Oh my God, isn't it enough to have Coulson? Is there also a female version of Captain America? Then who should I ask to do the dirty work?!"
Nick stretched out his hand and said: "I will never interfere in the love life of my subordinates. They can fall in love and get married if they want to. If they want to retire after starting a family, I will not stop them."
"But the premise is that they cannot treat their work with excessive moral standards that are infected by their partners. The vast majority of agents in this world do dirty work, and an agent who does dirty work wants to work with others.
The brightest and most righteous Captain America in the world falls in love..."
"Forget it..." Finally, Nick sighed and said, "Let Natasha give her a hint. The future successor of SHIELD cannot be led astray by Captain America."
After discussing the matter of restarting the potion experiment, Schiller walked out of SHIELD's office and walked along the corridor. As soon as he came down the stairs, he met Loki who was walking up with a stack of documents.
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"Why are you here?" Schiller asked with some confusion as he looked at Rocky. At this time, Rocky was still wearing a suit and tie, looking like he had just gotten off work from Wall Street.
"My visa has expired. I'll come over and apply for it again." Loki shook the document in his hand and said, "S.H.I.E.L.D.'s new regulations require all non-human creatures operating in the solar system to apply for a visa, including robots.
Including me."
"Before, the Father of the Gods helped us apply for it once, but it was only temporary. Now Thor and I have to apply again." Loki shrugged and said: "The passport requires race, so they must give it to me.
Write Aesir Protoss, I hope I don’t need to change it again in the future.”
Schiller looked at Loki's expression and found that he really didn't care that much when he raised this issue. Moreover, if he had taken a look above the universe, he would have known that he was actually a Frost Giant.
Thinking of this, Schiller asked: "Didn't Odin say anything when you returned to Asgard last time?"
Loki shook his head. He didn't know whether Odin really didn't say anything to him, or whether he didn't want to say anything.
Soon, the two passed by each other. After walking past, Loki suddenly remembered something. He paused, then turned back and said:
"Oh, by the way, do you remember our agreement last time? When you win that order, I will treat you to a hot spring bath under the World Tree."
"That order?" Schiller was stunned by his wording, and then he recalled that this order should refer to the contract signed with death.
When Schiller first tried to reach a cooperation with Death, he worked out a plan from dawn to dusk and then pitched it to her. Loki was also involved. Loki indeed said that after completing this order, he would be invited to join the party.
spa.
But the problem is, this order has never been completed.
Thinking of this, Schiller became a little depressed. When Loki saw him like this, he thought he was overworked, so he walked back, patted Schiller on the shoulder and said: "Next Saturday, come to the Rainbow Bridge.
Pick us up, and Stephen will go too, it’s time for us to have a good get-together.”
Schiller nodded and left SHIELD.
When he thought about whether the contract could be signed, he thought about the contract he was about to get. When he thought about that contract, Schiller thought about the plan of not giving compensation.
On the way back in the car, Schiller took out his cell phone and said: "How is it going? Didn't you say you wanted to leave the other party with an unforgettable memory?"
"What? You haven't found a place yet?" Schiller said rather dissatisfied: "Aren't you the most professional mercenary in the world? That's why I'm looking for you. If you can't find it, I'll
Looking for someone else..."
"It's not that I'm anxious, but a few days have passed and you haven't made any progress at all, so I can't help but worry..."
"Clue? This is not a puzzle game. Okay, okay... let me think about it, he should be a supreme existence, existing in the universe. He can transform into thousands of people and control the universe at will..."
"What! Am I crazy?... Stop talking nonsense. I am a psychiatrist myself, and my current state is normal. Black talk? If you don't understand it that way, it's not impossible."
"Okay, you can keep searching. I hope it can be done soon. My friend's anxiety disorder is not optimistic. If there is good news, it might be helpful for his treatment."
After hanging up the phone, Deadpool knocked the phone on the bar counter in frustration, muttering in a low voice: "There aren't even any clues, how can it be so easy to find the place??"
"What's wrong? This mission is difficult?" asked the bartender who was familiar with him.
Deadpool took a sip of wine and said: "Forget it, the client asked me to punish an unscrupulous game company, but I have visited game companies in New York and even the East Coast, and I have never heard of any company having an operational accident.
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He said with some sadness: "A friend of mine suffered from a terminal illness because of this. Only by making that unscrupulous operator pay the price can he feel a little warmth in the last moments of his life..."
"Okay, don't cry. I'll dirty the bar again later. I'll treat you to this drink." The bartender shook his head and left the bar while saying: "Poor unemployed mercenary, this is the end of the month."
It’s the ninth one.”
Deadpool, who was pretending to cry, caught a glimpse of the bartender leaving with his peripheral vision. He hurriedly picked up the glass of wine and poured it into his mouth. The spicy wine passed through his throat, making Deadpool choke and cough twice.
But then, he became really worried again. He placed the cup heavily on the countertop and said, "What the hell is that crazy psychiatrist talking about? What is the supreme power of the universe? Controlling the universe? I want to go there."
Where can I find a place like this?”
While muttering the words Schiller told him, Deadpool slowly fell drunk on the bar.
Suddenly, he came to a strange space.
Deadpool opened his eyes in confusion. He looked down at his shimmering belt, burped, and discovered that this was a magnificent temple.
In the haze, Deadpool felt that he was dreaming. After all, if it wasn't a dream, how could he go directly from the bar to a temple?
With such a mood, Deadpool looked at every scene here like a tourist, including the towering Roman columns, candlesticks burning with blazing flames, and the gorgeous fountain in the center of the hall. Deadpool was amazed by them all.
But when he turned to look out the window, he discovered that outside the window was not a grassy meadow or forest, but a starry sky.
He walked over and pressed his face against the glass, letting the glass flatten his features. Suddenly, Deadpool's eyes widened. He discovered that the stars outside were not planets, but one after another containing
The universe of all things.
Isn't this what the psychiatrist said is the highest place in the universe?
Deadpool suddenly woke up, but he suddenly thought that this was just a dream. Perhaps he had such a dream because he was eager to complete the order, thinking about it day by day, and dreaming about it at night.
Anyway, I don’t know when the task in reality will be completed, so it’s better to just have fun in the dream. Deadpool thought like this and started to touch his pockets.
Then he thought about this again. In the dream, he couldn't bring in the big surprise he had prepared in reality, but Deadpool wouldn't back down because of a small setback. If he couldn't bring in a big surprise, he could give birth on the spot.
He felt around in his trouser pockets and clothes pockets and pulled out the other half of a raw bread crab. In addition, he also found a few moldy peanuts in his trouser pockets and a strip of peanuts on the side of his boots.
I don't know when the kelp got stuck, and I even found a few mosquitoes that had been smoked to death in the gaps of my hood.
There is no need to talk about rationality in the dream, Deadpool thought this way, hugged the bread crab and started to eat it. He has neither taste nor smell, so eating these things is not difficult for him at all.
Of course, just like before, after eating all these things, Deadpool started to have a stomachache after a while.
Realizing that his strategy was effective, Deadpool's eyes immediately lit up, and he began to look around in the temple.
"Let me see...the floor tiles are not good. They are too crude. Moreover, these floor tiles are too smooth. They are different from the patterned floor tiles used by the dwarves before. The smell will not stay for long."
"Roman pillars? They are too high, and the smell dissipates easily. Benches? It is difficult to pose. Steps? It would be good if the other party can step on them, but this trap is too obvious... Oops, my stomach hurts too much...
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"Huh? This fountain is nice! The size and height are just right. It's tailor-made for Mr. Deadpool. Come on, come on!"
"Puff, puff, puff... bang, bang, bang, bang, bang... puff, puff, puff... bang, bang, bang... ha, much better!"
"Ah! Wait a minute! Why isn't it healed yet? Could it be that the bread crab is too bad... Ouch... Ouch... It's too late, just put it on the floor tiles..."
"My stomach!! Why does it hurt so much?! Beep——...Beep——,, forget it, Roman columns will do the trick... Puff, puff, puff, bang, bang, bang..."
After the entire temple was in ruins, Deadpool finally pulled up his pants with satisfaction, showed a comfortable expression and said: "It's finally over..."
"Wait a minute, if I was dreaming now, wouldn't I just be in the bar???"
"No!!! That's the only place I can drink for free!! Come on, come on! Wake up! I have to fix this mess before the bartender comes back!!!"
With a "swish", the belt's light flashed, and Deadpool's figure disappeared into the temple.
But Eternal, who had just returned home from get off work after trudging through mountains and rivers, found that his temple in the universe had turned into a mountain of shit and a sea of snow.
Due to some reasons, the second part of this chapter (middle) has been reviewed, so you may have to wait to see it, probably during the day.