In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 49: Iron Armored Ambition (Part 1)

At this time, Coulson was standing at the door of Nick Fury's office in great confusion. He watched all the people who came to this intersection and turned right.

When Natasha came out of Nick's office, Coulson stopped her and asked, "What's the matter? Why did they take a long detour? I remember that the road closest to the elevator should be to the left?"

"Because our genius psychiatrist with exorbitant fees is in the office on the left, waiting for someone to go for psychological consultation."

"You actually invited him here, how much did he offer? Could it be $100 million an hour?"

"That's not true, Nick's report says $50 million per hour."

Coulson took a breath and said, "That is to say, if I go to him for psychological counseling now, it is equivalent to earning 50 million dollars in vain?"

"You can understand that too."

"There should be a lot of people queuing up there, can I still line up today?"

"On the contrary, there was no one there," said Natasha, shrugging her shoulders.

After finishing speaking, she also turned right and left. Coulson shouted: "You are going wrong! There is an emergency passage over there! The elevator is on the left!"

Natasha said without turning her head: "I want to exercise! You know, for health!"

Coulson was even more confused. Immediately afterwards, Nick walked out of his office. Coulson greeted him: "Good morning, Director."

Nick nodded to him, and then said: "Recently, Natasha has withdrawn from the affairs of the Stark Group, and she will follow up on the case of the Hand Society. You mainly keep an eye on the **** The boy who is swinging around, just let him not make trouble."

Coulson answered yes, and then he found that Nick was also turning around to turn right. He grabbed his boss and said, "Director, the elevator is over there. If you go to the right, you will have to walk for at least 5 minutes." .”

"I've been exercising recently and I'm going to take the stairs."

Coulson was full of question marks. He walked straight to the left, muttering alone, and saw that the door of Schiller's office was open, so he knocked on the door and walked in. When he came in, he raised his head in surprise and said, "Someone actually came..."

Coulson was stunned for a moment and said, "Isn't the door open now? I remember saying in the morning meeting that the psychological consultation will start this morning."

"Of course the door is open! Please come in, you are the first one!" Schiller stood up with a pen, and deliberately opened the stool for Coulson. This kind of enthusiasm made Coulson a little at a loss. Schiller said: " Of course, you may be the only one."

"I don't understand, 50 million US dollars for one hour of psychological counseling can be done for free, and there is reimbursement from the bureau. Why don't they come?"

"Probably because I offered $50 million and Nick agreed..."

"What's the problem with this? Doesn't this mean that the director is very sure of your level?"

"Hmm... Leaving aside some of his macroscopic understanding of funds in economics and the flexible use of reimbursement in the institutional framework, have you ever thought that perhaps it is his affirmation of me that makes this place No one came."

"You mean, they think your level is too high?"

Schiller said very speechlessly: "Are you really a level 8 agent? Then what level is Natasha? The full level should be level 100, right?"

"Which agent is willing to find a very powerful psychological counselor, and then see all the secrets in their hearts?"

"I thought it was just some simple emotional adjustment, such as releasing anxiety or something."

"Then just go to the door and smoke a cigarette."

"That's no good, the **** smoke alarms are too sensitive," Coulson said.

"Well, do you want to come here to relieve some depression?"

"Actually not, it's because I think the relationship between the captain and you seems to be good, I want him to sign a set of flash cards for me, can you ask him for me?"

Schiller spread his hands and said, "Okay, I know, but whoever made me earn this money, if it really relieves your anxiety. Give me the card, and I promise to let him sign it." Not one of them is lost, and it is worthy of my 50 million US dollars an hour's consultation fee."

After Coulson left, Schiller was drinking coffee leisurely in the temporary office, but before he finished catching fish all morning, he just opened the door to take a breath, when suddenly a sharp alarm came, A small device on his head glowed red, and then started desperately calling the police.

Schiller was taken aback, but his spider sensor did not respond at all. For safety, he was ready to flash at any time, but in the end, with a sharp cry, the fire sprinkler was turned on, and the sprinkler sprayed a large amount of water in an instant. If Schiller hadn't been able to hide quickly, he would have been drenched in water.

Coulson and a few agents ran over, looked up at the smoke alarm, then at Schiller, who stared at them with a coffee cup.

"Smoking is not allowed here."

"I don't smoke."

Coulson showed a skeptical expression and said, "Natasha had the same expression as you when she was caught. Did you throw the cigarette down the sink pipe?"

"Of course not, I don't smoke indoors."

Coulson did not smell any smoke. He looked up at the smoke alarm that had been beeping and said, "Well, it looks like the **** thing is broken again."

"How on earth did you make a smoke alarm sound hundreds of decibels?"

"If there were 32 fires in your house a month, you would 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 this is the end of today's psychological consultation. If it is less than an hour, it will be counted as an hour. Don't forget to ask Nick to pay the bill. I will go first."

Schiller left decisively, because he knew that this was not an accident, and some people didn't want him to stay there anymore. After all, every time he went downstairs, he had to go around for 5 minutes, which was still a waste of time.

Human beings are always like this. When they don't have mind reading skills, they always fantasize that someone can understand them and understand their thoughts, but when a person really has the same ability as mind reading skills, everyone will instead Can't avoid it.

Of course, this is more likely because of Nick Fury's eclectic talent management system in S.H.I.E.L.D.

After returning to the clinic, Schiller, who hadn't slept for dozens of hours, planned to take a nap. The symbiont played a very hypnotic music for him, which made him fall asleep quickly, but before he entered the Deep sleep, woke up by a phone call.

"What?... Then what's the use of you looking for me? Go find Pepper."

"She is busy? Then am I not busy? Well, I am not busy, but you don't want me to come into the lab again. I really don't want to twist the light bulb again."

"Yes, yes, I know that you are a great battle armor across the ages, not a light bulb, can you talk about business?"

"Jarvis found an anomaly in the parts repository? The number of parts is wrong? Are you sure you didn't count them wrong? Well, I know... I know you are serious, but how can I help with this matter? I can't give you the few parts to create out of thin air, no, magic doesn't work either..."

"...It's hard for me to say." Schiller paced in the living room of the clinic, "Maybe you should ask Jarvis' speculation, he is not just a computer now."

"Jarvis is a little hesitant? Then don't you know the answer? 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 can't be used for this kind of thing, don't be kidding...I can tell you that there is an 80% chance of the person you're thinking of..."

After hanging up the phone, Schiller grabbed Pikachu, rubbed his cheek and said, "A solid steel fortress is always the first to be breached from the inside. It's really hard to tell."

"What's wrong with that stiff guy?" Pikachu asked.

"It seems that his armor lost something, and his smart butler gave a suspect answer he didn't want to hear, and is now doubting life."

"You humans always like to add troubles to yourself." Pikachu concluded, "That kid named Parker, when he was playing a game, he was worried about killing the hostages inside. It was just a game. Even if the hostage is dead, but the kidnappers are gone, doesn't that count as our victory?"

"So you rushed over and killed the hostages first?"

"Otherwise that kid is always dawdling, what can I do? You are entangled in too many meaningless things, you always put yourself too deeply, and you are full of unnecessary worries about things that haven't happened yet. But they are always avoiding what has happened.”

"I really didn't expect that you, as a mouse, could say such brilliant words."

"Of course, I'm Detective Pikachu."

In the Stark Building, all the lights in the Stark Laboratory were extinguished, only some lights of the instruments were flickering faintly, like dots of stars.

Stark was leaning on the experimental bench ~IndoMTL.com~ sitting on the ground, and a symbol was beating on his mobile phone next to him, which indicated that Jarvis was there.

"I'm trying to comfort you, sir."

"So you turned off all the lights?" Stark's voice was a little hoarse, and he was full of exhaustion from staying up too late.

"It might relax you a little bit, and the dim light helps relax the brain," Jarvis says.

Stark closed his eyes, he changed to a more relaxed posture, leaned on the experimental table, he curled up one leg, then put his arm on it, raised his head, and said like a dream: " ...Maybe this is retribution."

"The weapons of the Stark Group have displaced countless people, so the people I once trusted will leave me one by one..."

"We are still not sure that Mr. Obadiah is the murderer." Jarvis said, "In the analysis, he is only about 96% likely."

"You can be more straightforward," Stark said.

"Sorry, I mean there is still a 4% chance that it's not him."

"Who might be left?"

Mr. Schiller 2%, Mr. Parker 1.2%, and yourself 0.8%. "

"Schiller? You expect a person who can't even distinguish the numbered mecha parts from 1 to 10 to steal the most important core? And Peter, although that kid is a bit stupid, he won't go Stealing things, he is a fool who would be shocked for a long time when he sees me smoking."

"I'm trying to comfort you," Jarvis said.

Finally, Stark felt that all the voices of the world were gradually muffled, and he remembered Howard's face while he was half asleep and half awake.

At that time, Uncle Obadiah stood with his father, and they were both very young.