The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Chapter 141 R Bat Event (20)

On the roof of the Stark Tower, Schiller buckled the stopper of a jar containing a mass of black mucus. The gray mist was communicating with Venom using brain waves. Would you feel ashamed?

It's as if you're not an accomplice. If it wasn't for the fact that he doesn't have too few negative emotions in his heart to induce a dark tide of fear, I wouldn't want to make such a move.

And... Schiller paused, and said to Venom: I found that you have great potential to make a movie. The picture of Stark's death you made up really scared Peter a lot.

I know that rotten guy too well. From the beginning to the end, he only knows one trick, and sooner or later it will come true.

Schiller sighed, more like relaxing, he said: The guys from the multiverse will come so early, it is indeed beyond my expectations, if you don't scare them away with this trick, there will be no peace in the future.

Venom said: Our deal is complete, now you should be able to let me choose the host myself?

Of course, but due to your danger and uncontrollability, you can only choose one of the hosts you have already parasitized.

So, who are you going to choose? Stark? Bruce? Or...

Reporter!!!! I choose that reporter!!! Venom yelled.

Oh, I almost forgot, you even parasitized a human reporter, well, I'll courier you to his house tomorrow.

But just like what we said, you'd better not change the host easily, and don't go all over the street to eat people's heads, or I will let the fog bite you.

Venom made a nasal sound very similar to Stark's, full of unwilling emotions.

Standing on the roof for a while, soon, footsteps came from behind, Nick came over and stood side by side with Schiller, Nick said: This time the commotion is really big enough, isn't it?

What? It's beyond your expectation? Chief director?

I'm not a chief director, just like you, do you still want to call yourself a field worker?

Is not it? Schiller didn't turn his head to look at Nick, but kept looking at the lights on the New York skyline. He said, Don't tell me that it's just a coincidence that the belief in the Bat God has spread more and more among vampires in recent years. .

Don't tell me that it was just a coincidence that the prophecy of the coming of the Bat God came out just before the moderates wanted to manipulate the election.

Who knows, there are so many coincidences in this world.

Yeah, SHIELD's exclusive coincidence, and all final interpretation rights belong to you.

Let's talk about the good news, said Nick, crossing his arms. The bats infected with the lizard serum can't be used, right? Raw materials are becoming more and more scarce, and we are having difficulty launching production...

Where is the address of the sanatorium?

It's still Manhattan, you know, it's closer to where they live.

However, it is too late to build a new nursing home. There is an old bank built in the 1930s. His new owner left because he couldn't pay the inheritance tax. Construction will start tomorrow.

How much bat material is left that can be used?

The police and S.H.I.E.L.D. agents suffered heavy casualties on the battlefield, and less than one out of ten people could be sent out to hunt them down. Among them, there were many untrained recruits, the kind who couldn't even hold their guns, and the fuel stocks of the freezing guns were also low. Not much, we have nothing to do...

So how much did you report?

There are only 12 left. We only have 12 precious bat materials with immortality factors. Nick shrugged.

Too many. Schiller said without hesitation: Just two left, Connors has a good long-term freezing technology, and the remaining 10 will be frozen first and put in your S.H.I.E.L.D. warehouse , and wait until the price reaches a thousand times, and then sell slowly.

Will it be a bit too exaggerated? Thousands of armed police forces and hundreds of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, when the bats were routed, only two were caught in total?

Thousands of people and hundreds of agents? You underestimated the brutality of this war. At the end of the chase, there were only 10 armed policemen and only one agent left. Such statistics are not too exaggerated. right?

Okay, but the question is, Natasha, Coulson, Hawkeye, and Daisy are all going to be out for a while, which one of them are you going to sacrifice? Nick asked.

Don't even think about injuries. Hawkeye has been injured more than 80 times this year, and the medical insurance share has been used up by 4 times. Daisy has also been seriously injured more than 20 times...

Schiller touched his forehead and said, It's not summer yet, and you've reimbursed them all. You really don't plan to leave any redundancy to deal with emergencies?

Emergencies? S.H.I.E.L.D. has emergencies every day.

Well, if you are willing to increase my consultation fee a little bit, I will persuade Osborne and Stark to contract the project of rebuilding the Brooklyn Bridge.

In the name of charity? There's not much room to operate here. After all, everyone can see the bridge being built.

If a charity event of this scale can't meet your requirements, then launch a larger-scale one. You should be more familiar with that than I am... Schiller waved his hand and said.

Send war reporters, photograph post-war ruins, publicize the tragic war, launch charitable organizations, hold fundraising dinners, stars, celebrities, brands, parties...

If this is not enough, then declare sanctions against vampires.

Nick sighed and said: So far, our course of action is still conservative. There are many reasons for this. The Security Council will not agree to launch large-scale sanctions.

If you are willing to give them one of the only two precious raw materials, I think they will be moved too, right?

Are you planning to deceive even your own people?

Don't talk nonsense, there are only two, and the remaining 10 are just the emergency reserve funds of S.H.I.E.L.D., but they haven't had time to cash them out yet.

On the roof of Stark’s building, Schiller and Nick watched the brightly lit night scene of New York at the same time, while in Stark’s building, Stark was lying on a hospital bed, and now he was wrapped like a mummy all over his body. Walking back and forth in front of his eyes, he said, Hey, don't spin around, you're making me dizzy.

When will the doctor come? At this time, there should be no traffic jams?

As soon as Peter finished speaking, Strange's voice appeared outside the door along with the sound of footsteps, and he said, How I wish I saw a corpse named Stark now.

He walked in, looking bleary-eyed, apparently woken up from the bed in the middle of the night, he snapped the monitoring equipment next to him angrily, Peter poked his head around and asked, Doctor Strange, Mr. Stark should Are you okay? He's hurt a little...

If he was really seriously injured, it would be the pastor you are seeing now, not me.

Strange violently pulled out Stark's pillow, and Stark's head hit the corner of the bed. He screamed, You unscrupulous quack! Are you trying to murder me? ?!

I'm unscrupulous, but I'm definitely not a quack.

Stark muttered a few words and said, You doctors are all the same...

Okay, the inspection is over, you are fine, you should be able to live until you die, pay the money, and then send me back to sleep.

Stark looked him up and down and said, What did you check? You just turned on the instrument and then turned it off again. Don't think I don't understand these things. Who do you think you are facing now? I am Stark, don't try to fool me.

Strange said impatiently: Then check yourself and send me back.

Don't be in a hurry, I have a big business to discuss with you. Schiller's figure appeared outside the door, and he handed a plan to Strange, who took a look at it , he said: Stark-Osborne United Pharmaceutical Company, general counsel appointment letter?

What the hell kind of company is this? Strange asked suspiciously, Why didn't I know that Stark and Osborn joined together, and it was a pharmaceutical company?

He flipped through the employment letter and said, Besides, I'm a neurosurgeon, and I'm not going to be a drug salesman.

You might as well turn to the last page and look at the number.

Strange looked up at Schiller, dubiously turned the letter of employment to the end, and then focused his gaze on the number.

In a second, he closed the letter of employment. He coughed twice, straightened his collar, stuffed the letter of engagement into his briefcase and said, I am currently employed by the New York-Presbyterian Hospital. , the contract has not yet expired, you cannot let me violate the spirit of my contract.

I know, of course I know, I am also a person with a very contractual spirit. Schiller said with a smile: The staff cafe upstairs should still be open, we might as well go there and talk in detail.

After the two doctors left, Stark and Peter stared at each other, and Stark said, So, what about my examination?

At this time, Connors walked in, and he heard Stark's words, he said: Although it has been several years since my last clinical medical experiment, I can also check it for you as much as I can.

Oh no! Wait! Still no need, I think I'm fine!

Don't worry, I have a lot of experience in field medical treatment. After speaking, he came over and lowered the upper part of Stark's bed at once, and Stark cried out in pain.

Peter hesitated to step forward to stop Connors' atrocities, but Connors glanced at him and said, Peter, Dr. Ethan called you up, maybe there is something wrong.

Peter paused for a few seconds, first looked at Stark who was covered in bandages, then at Connors whose scales had not faded, and then ran away in Stark's angry eyes.

Stark thumped the bed with his only movable left hand and said, This heartless boy! If it wasn't for saving him! How could I be hurt like this?

Connors held a diagnostic report and said, Now there is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?

Don't play this game with me, let's talk together.

The good news is that there is nothing wrong with your spine and nervous system. The bad news is that what is wrong is that thing in your chest.

Stark froze for a moment, and said, There's nothing wrong with this thing on my chest.

Ethan told me about the general principle of the reactor on your chest. Although my strengths lie in biology, I also dabble in mechanics and physics. Your physical examination report told me that there is something wrong with this thing. big.

You used too much palladium in pursuit of providing greater power to the mecha. From what I can see now, if you don't think of a way, you will die of poisoning sooner or later.

Stark turned his head aside, obviously, he didn't want to discuss this issue, Connors put down the report, looked into Stark's eyes and said: You understand this better than anyone, but you just don't change it, I I believe that your former friends should have persuaded you, but you are the most disobedient I have ever seen.