The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Hell's Kitchen, New York.

On the bed in the Schiller Psychological Clinic, Daredevil Matt let out a scream. Schiller took away the alcohol cotton ball held with tweezers and said: Although no one will come from this street, you continue to do this. Tighten my muscles, I'm sure I won't be able to get the bullet out.

He threw the cotton ball into the trash can, wiped the tweezers with an alcohol pad, opened the wound on Daredevil's shoulder a little, and said, I have to use a knife to open the wound a little open.

Matt said, You have to give me some anesthesia or I'm going to go into shock.

As a superhero who is afraid of pain, I really don't know whether to laugh at you or admire you, Schiller said.

There are not many people who can hurt me, and Kingpin has found a powerful person this time. Matt said.

Schiller looked at Matt's pale face, and his lips were almost bloodless. Everyone has different pain tolerances, and Daredevil Matt obviously belongs to the more sensitive category.

As Schiller said, if such a person becomes a superhero, I don’t know whether they are worthy of ridicule or admiration.

Schiller thought that superheroes are also injured and bleed, and no matter how powerful the drug is, they can't completely avoid the pain. Perhaps Batman abandoned the superficial thoughts of revenge and found a better way for himself in the unbearable pain. Great goal.

Only the great ideal of justice can support these superheroes to lick their wounds alone night after night.

Schiller put down the tweezers and said, You're lucky, Matt, I have some good medicine here.

He took out a small white bottle and handed it to Matt. Matt touched the package and smelled it, and said, Damn it, why do you have this kind of analgesic? You addict!

Schiller said: Don't know the goods. This is different from the junk on the market. The concentration is the highest you can find. If you don't eat it, return it to me. This thing is very expensive.

What Schiller took out were the analgesics he took with him when he went to steal the fear gas from Jonathan. Jonathan needed the analgesics when conducting experiments on the experimental products. These were refined by him and were much better than those that could be purchased.

Matt took a slice anyway, said, God help me get better soon, and then turned around and punched you.

Don't take repaying kindness for granted. In this hellish place like Hell's Kitchen, it's normal to carry a little pill with you. It's not a crime.

Matt felt the pain gradually subside. He had to admit that what Schiller said was reasonable. In Hell's Kitchen, drug use was simply the most harmless hobby for humans and animals.

And Schiller thought that if a person in Gotham only had a little drug addiction, he would be as kind as an angel.

Schiller watched Matt's face gradually recover, so while performing a simple operation on him, he asked: How did you capsize in the gutter?

Matt pursed his lips and said: The person Kingpin is looking for is not simple. I took precautions in advance, but those guys who call themselves 'ninjas' can slow down the heartbeat. I can't hear them... Oh! Damn it...

Schiller held the bullet he had just taken out with tweezers. He turned the bullet left and right and said, The ninjas you mentioned are full and have nothing to do. They also carved cherry blossom patterns on the bullets.

Matt looked tired, and Schiller shouted: Pikachu! Get the bandage I put in the cabinet!

Matt heard a little creature jump onto the table. It said with a look of disgust: I told you not to treat him in the bedroom. Do you think the smell of blood smells good? Hey, you unlucky man, your bandage...

Schiller caught the bandage thrown by Pikachu and tied it on Matt. Matt said, You'd better get it quickly. I have to leave here later.

And die in the street outside? Schiller asked.

They are targeting me. Those ninjas have unique tracking skills. If they come here, we won't be able to run away. Matt said.

After all, he is still a good person and does not want to implicate Schiller. Although Schiller is not a good person in his opinion, he saved him after all. Matt said he was powerful, but in fact he did not want to repay kindness with enmity.

Schiller said while cleaning the blood-stained tools: They don't need any special tracking skills. You ran all the way from the next street with a strong smell of blood. If they haven't noticed...

Matt suddenly heard a violent gust of wind, and he shouted: It's a dart!! Get out of the way!!

He was anxious inside, because he could tell from Schiller's footsteps that he was just an untrained ordinary person. Facing those group of ninja killers, there was almost no chance of survival.

But soon, he heard a bang, and the hidden weapon seemed to hit something. Schiller was holding an umbrella. He thought, the umbrella is really a defensive weapon, especially for small things like darts. It can greatly slow down their impact.

There was only one person on the opposite side, because Schiller's telepathy was range-wide, and except for Matt, he could only feel one person's mood.

Miss, if you hesitated for three minutes before taking action, why don't we sit down and have a cup of coffee together, Schiller said.

Before the other party could answer, Schiller continued to speak to the air: You are really merciful to your old sweetheart. I have never seen someone who can just put a bullet into the gap between the shoulder blades, which is the least likely to be fatal. Yes, since you are here, why not come out and meet me?

There was a cold snort in the air on the other side, and then the killer on the other side left.

Matt looked confused and said, What? What kind of old friend?

Schiller shook his head and said, Didn't you notice? Since the killer you met has the ability to shoot you without you noticing, why didn't she shoot her in the heart or head?

Didn't this bullet go to the heart?

It's a thousand miles away.

Matt's brain was a little short-circuited. Apparently he hadn't realized yet. The killer on the opposite side was actually his former classmate and ex-girlfriend Erica.

Schiller, who knew the plot, knew very well that Erica was probably torn to death at this moment. Her feelings for Matt were still lingering, but she was hesitant to complete the task. She wanted to show up, but she also didn’t want to see her ex-boyfriend, so Schiller just pointed out She quickly ran away, obviously not wanting Matt to know who she was.

This is really true, don’t guess what a woman is thinking.

Soon, Daredevil Matt fell asleep in pain and worry. Schiller lowered and locked the roller shutter on the clinic door, and closed and locked all the windows. He stood by the bed and watched. New York City night sky.

A shining meteor flashed across the sky, and countless couples made wishes to the sky, but it was actually Stark's mecha.

The people in Hell's Kitchen didn't have the time to wish on a shooting star, but Schiller took out his cell phone and called Stark. As soon as the call was connected, Schiller said: Miss Pepper knows that you would rather fly around in the air in a mecha. Don’t you want to go back to accompany her?”

Then under the gaze of countless lovers, the shooting star fell down.

After a while, on the roof of Schiller's psychology clinic, Stark, wearing a slightly smoking Mark 5-1, complained to Schiller: I should really put you on the blacklist of my address book...

Schiller lit a cigarette for him and said: For a middle-aged man to stay up late at night and go out racing, and to drive such a resentful curve, it's probably because he is having trouble with his wife.

Stark also walked to the eaves and sat down, taking the cigarette from Schiller. He said: ...She put a bit of pressure on me. To be honest, I didn't think about it...

What have you not thought about? Do you want to marry Pepper?

Stark choked and coughed twice, and said, Getting married? Did you skip some important steps?

Oh, yes, in the eyes of a stallion like you, there is indeed an important step.

Don't say that, Pepper is not like those women.

I just don't know that you are different from other men in her eyes. Schiller said.

Before Stark could answer, Schiller continued: But I think it's about the same. You haven't spent as much time with her as the security chief.

...Then I'll fire that security guard when I get back. Stark said angrily.

Obviously, he was avoiding some problems.

After a while, Stark touched his cheek and said with some trepidation: ...Are you really able to read minds?

Do you believe me when I say that? If you don't believe it, don't keep asking, Schiller said.

I would like to find a way to make me believe that there is mind reading in this world, and then you can tell me what Pepper is thinking, Stark said.

Iron Man is not a traditional invincible justice hero. He has a sensitive and sentimental heart and a perceptual brain that is inconsistent with his technological genius persona, so his emotions are always tangled up in a mess.

When facing Pepper, Stark always couldn't move forward bravely. He didn't realize that this attitude actually said a lot.

Schiller changed the subject and said, What's going on with that red-and-blue tights kid in New York City these days? I heard you complain about him.

Oh, yes, a kid wearing an ugly tights, jumping up and down in the air in the city, swinging like a flea. Stark said, he said: Jarvis said that kid should Being underage, I was going to catch him and throw him back home.”

Schiller said: I have some clues here. Do you want to hear it?

I saw him several times on the edge of Hell's Kitchen, but he didn't dare to come in. I saw that there seemed to be a high school logo on his blue pants that day, from the Queens side...

You call this a clue? Stark sneered, and Schiller continued: It can be seen that he has no money to buy himself a good outfit, and his family situation should not be very good, so he must not be one of those expensive people. Most of them are students from Zhongcheng High School or Forest High School...

Forest High School is a boarding school. If any student wanders around like this, his legs will probably be broken. Midtown High School is much more laid-back. Judging from his size, he is probably a freshman or sophomore in high school.

A little brat. Stark concluded, he said: I guess I have tinkered with a toy that can be used to make people look awesome, so I can't wait to go out and wander around.

So, are you going to teach him the dangers of adulthood? Schiller asked.

Of course, more importantly, New York City is not his playground, Stark said.

Although he had just recovered, he was an adult who had experienced major events after all. He knew that something would happen sooner or later to Little Spider wandering around like this. In fact, some media had already noticed him.

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