Chapter 827 The man is from Kama Taj (a lonely dog ??for the leader of the alliance)
That night, Nick Fury received a communication from Natalie, indicating that Dr. Bruce Banner, the "Hulk", had agreed to join the Avengers.
Almost the next day, Natalie's report was presented on the desktop of the director's office. It was filled with tens of thousands of words, detailing her emotions and reasoning, and how she persuaded Dr. Banner.
It's all written down.
The report is very detailed, including the changes in Dr. Banner's demeanor during the conversation, Natalie's analysis of the mental state of his facial expressions, and finally Natalie's personal evaluation of Dr. Banner.
When he is not transformed, he is a rational and highly intelligent scientist with a high emotional intelligence who knows how to advance and retreat, but he is uncontrollable after transforming and is not suitable to be a member of the Avengers.
A very pertinent report, excellent enough to serve as a model.
Even the evaluation of Dr. Banner is based on objective facts and from the collective perspective of the team, without personal subjective opinions.
This made Nick Fury very satisfied, and secretly thought that Natalie was indeed a trustworthy general. He put down the report and picked up another report on the table.
Among the agents who participated in the mission with the team, there was a spy arranged by Nick Fury, who also wrote a report, explaining the mission from the perspective of a bystander.
Generally speaking, it is consistent with Natalie's report, with only minor differences.
Nick Fury put down the report and sealed it himself. He did this not because he did not trust Natalie, but because his butt determines his head. As the director of SHIELD, in order to prevent undercover agents from infiltrating it, he must not overly trust anyone.
one person.
Even if he trusts this person very much!
In other words, Nick Fury has always regarded his identity as director of S.H.I.E.L.D. as his mission, always reminding himself that he is an agent who breaks into the enemy.
He is surrounded by enemies, all eyes are watching him, and he cannot relax at all to avoid exposing his weaknesses.
He has always done a perfect job, controlling the overall situation and keeping all SHIELD agents firmly in his hands, and there has been no mistakes so far.
On the third day, Nick Fury randomly selected two agents who were performing the mission and sent out two reports to confirm the mission situation again.
Three identities, two re-examinations, and four reports, at this point, he was finally convinced that this mission had perfectly achieved his goal.
Immediately afterwards, Nick Fury set off secretly and met with Dr. Banner.
Dr. Banner behaved very coldly and did not care about the identity of the Avengers. He bluntly told Nick Fury that he joined the Avengers, not S.H.I.E.L.D.
He will not participate in the work of an agent. He is tired of hiding and just wants to find a quiet place to perch.
Also, he doesn't need to know who the enemy is, nor does he need to formulate detailed tactics for him, because he can't control the Hulk after the transformation, and tactics are nonsense to him.
Nick Fury nodded in agreement. Dr. Banner's words were exactly the same as in the report. He was also very satisfied with Dr. Banner's attitude. He had no requirements and did not want to know who he was fighting or what the reason was.
This is exactly the soldier he wanted most!
It's not that Nick Fury is dissatisfied with other SHIELD agents, but...
After all, he is an agent. He judges others by himself, but he always feels that he is not worthy of trust!
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On the other side, Stephen Strange, whom Russell has been secretly following, is discharged from the hospital.
Strange, who had just recovered from a serious illness, was not happy. The nerves in his hand were severely damaged and he was disabled.
It was not the kind of devastating damage. Judging from Strange's professional perspective, his hands destroyed it very evenly, as if it had been measured with precision instruments.
Now he cannot live independently. His trembling hands cannot control the strength. He holds the razor as if he is slicing his neck to commit suicide. He needs help from the apartment attendant when entering his house.
As a top figure in the industry, Strange is an elite member of society, enjoying countless applause and fame. Once he fell from the altar and became a waste inferior to ordinary people, he was unwilling to do so and tried every means to treat his hands.
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And these treatments, without exception, require very high prices.
Money is not an issue. As long as he can use his hands, Strange is willing to spend no matter how much it costs.
He contacted friends and made appointments with experts he had looked down on before, hoping that he was once blind and that there was a piece of gold buried in all this stinking shit.
Yes, now that things have happened, Strange has begun to gamble on his luck!
"Strange, I don't know if anyone can cure your hand. I only know that they will take your money..."
"That was an experimental treatment. The price was relatively cheap, but it was also an astronomical sum of money..."
"There is a very powerful doctor in Berlin who has made breakthroughs in the field of nerve suturing. You know, the surgery is expensive..."
"In the ancient East, there was an expert who was very powerful, but very expensive, very expensive..."
"..."
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At the beginning, the thing Strange heard the most was that the surgery was expensive, but that was no longer the case.
Because his family was neither a bank nor a mine, and because of his poor personal financial management skills, his friends gradually lost contact.
"I can't help it, I have to consider my reputation!"
"The damage is too serious and there is nothing we can do. Also, do you think it's time to pay the balance?"
"Sorry, Mr. Strange, we can no longer accept your check, we only accept cash!"
"I'm sorry about your personal credit... I mean, your credit card has expired."
"Mr. Strange, your personal assets have been frozen. From today on, they no longer belong to you, including this house."
"Mr. Strange, are you looking for Billy? Uh... the number you dialed has activated the recording message function. Please leave a message after one beep. Beep~~"
Bang!
Strans threw the phone down, held his head with trembling hands, and huddled in the dirty and cramped new apartment. He only wanted to say one thing to those who rejected him.
"I'm not Mr. Strance, I'm Dr. Strance..."
The world outside the window was extremely bright, and a ray of sunlight shone on the bedside, but Strange could not feel the slightest warmth. The death penalty from the medical field made his whole body cold, and he felt that he was shrouded in endless darkness.
Cold and dark! Desperate and numb!
Just when Strange was wondering which way to commit suicide would be quick and painless, he glanced at his suitcase from the corner of his eye and suddenly remembered something. He opened the suitcase, rummaged through the piles of files, and locked eyes.
A terminally ill man named Paines.
Strange has seen this patient's file before, and he was still a high-spirited super doctor with a scalpel in his hand, fame, status, and wealth.
Due to a work accident, Paines suffered severe nerve damage to his limbs and was paraplegic at a high level. Sitting in a wheelchair, he felt constant pain all over his body.
Just some time ago, he got better. No one knew what he had gone through, but he just got better!
The miracle brought hope, and Strange saw a glimmer of light in despair. He believed that Paines must have special rehabilitation therapy, otherwise it would be difficult to explain this supernatural phenomenon.
Based on the information in the file, he found Paines on the basketball court in the park.
On the court, Paines showed his prowess, making defensive fouls, getting intercepted when passing by, smashing his feet with the ball, getting blocked for layups, missing shots, and dunking... He was the backdrop.
Although Paines was as rotten as shit, Strange looked at his handsome back and was still full of envy, because he was worse than shit.
"Are you Strange? I mean, do we know each other?"
Paines took a break, picked up his sports drink, took a sip, and said proudly: "No matter what you want to do with me, you only have two minutes. As you can see, my teammates need me."
Do you have some B-numbers? The other side needs you!
In the past, Strange had already started to complain, but now that is not possible, he has to lower his attitude of asking for help: "Your spinal cord was damaged, which is a terminal illness according to modern medicine, but you have recovered. This is very unscientific.
Can you tell me how you were cured?"
"How do you know so well?"
"I used to be a neurosurgeon and I have seen your file..."
Facing Paines' mocking face, Strange took a deep breath: "Well, you have sought medical treatment from me before. I thought your injuries were irreparable, so I refused to seek medical treatment for you.
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"Come on, if you can't cure me, I will damage your reputation, so you drove me away. This is the truth." Paines sneered.
"I'm looking for a cure for my hands, I've tried everything, I hope you..."
"Wait, why should I tell you? After all, in my opinion you are just a bastard."
"..."
Strange was speechless. He lowered his head deeply: "Please, please tell me how to treat my hands. I don't want to be a cripple forever."
This scene made Paines very embarrassed. He shrugged and said: "Well, seeing that you are so pitiful, I will tell the truth..."
"I had given up on rehab because all the doctors said I was done. They tried their best."
"I feel like I have nothing left. I can't do anything except think. I decided to improve my thinking in my lifetime. Maybe I can publish a book or something..."
"Then, I read various classics and traveled in the ocean of knowledge..."
Strange swallowed after hearing this and interrupted: "Then you were cured. It was a spiritually guided treatment, right?"
"You are thinking too much, how is it possible!"
Paines rolled his eyes: "I'm not good at reading at all. I can't understand any of those ancient books. My injury was healed by someone. It was... uh, I don't know how to describe it, because in my hand
There was a treasured classic, and he cured me in exchange for borrowing the book."
"How to cure it, please tell me?" Strange was very excited.
"I don't know how he cured it. Don't look at me like that. I didn't lie..."
Paines frowned and scratched his head, then raised his hand and touched Strange's shoulder: "He just touched me like this, and then... I was fine, do you understand?"
Superpowers!
Strange's eyes lit up. The existence of superheroes is not a secret. There are many strong men in the world whose personal strength is comparable to that of the military, such as Marvel/Captain America, the most famous superhero.
"Who is he? Can you recommend him to me?"
"I'm afraid it's difficult. After that, I never saw him again. I also looked for friends in the police station, but... I didn't have any information about him."
"..."
Strange was silent. He had just seen hope, but it was gone again.
"But you don't have to be depressed. When I chatted with him, I learned that he is from Kama Taj and claims to be a mage."
“Where is Kama Taj?”
"How could I know this?"
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