The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Schiller and Stark stood together in front of a damaged Mark 2 mecha.

Look, the problem right now is, the braking system here is completely broken, and we need to fix it before we can rebuild it, Stark said.

As he said that, he picked up the wrench, walked forward, and started beating on the mecha.

Schiller stood behind him and said to the symbiote in his head: No, no, you can't eat his brain.

But his head looks delicious, really delicious, and smells delicious.

but……

Schiller put his hands on his hips and covered his forehead with one hand. He reorganized his words and said, You can't just eat people's brains because...

Schiller paused for a long time, thinking, okay, although this race looks weird, their tastes are surprisingly the same.

Eat his brain, we can do it ourselves, the symbiote said.

no!

All right……

Stark still didn't realize it. He tinkered for a long time, then knocked on the railing next to him with a wrench, changed the place, and then continued tinkering and said: Magic armor? This sounds really good, I think it is A special kind of atomic force, what do you think is its best application form? Oscillation? Or extreme compression?

Schiller asked in his mind: ...What is the best form of application? Oscillation or extreme compression?

It's decomposition and reconstruction, the symbiote said.

It's decomposition and reconstruction, Schiller said.

As he spoke, he directly pressed his hand on the joint that had not yet been repaired. A large part there flashed for a moment, and when it was restored to its original position, it was already brand new.

Stark stood up, his eyes widened, and he crossed his arms and said, The so-called magic you are talking about seems much stronger than the weightlessness you demonstrated.

I'm awesome, I'm awesome, I'm awesome, I'm awesome... The symbiote began to scream in Schiller's mind again.

Schiller said: Okay, okay, you are the best.

He had to say that the symbiote was still easier to use than magic. After all, his current magic ability was only low-level, and he could use it to bluff people. When it came time to actually play, he had to rely on the symbiote.

Shrink the armor. It can be very small. The symbiote said in Schiller's mind.

Make the armor smaller, Schiller said.

Of course I have considered this matter. My Mark 5, in subsequent versions, was originally intended to be compressed into a suitcase, but it has not been fully developed yet, and it is not yet possible to carry it and move it around.

“I think the suitcase plan is a little conservative.”

Can it be smaller?

certainly.

How small do you think it can be compressed?

Schiller asked the symbiote in his mind: How small do you think it can be compressed?

A bottle of fear venom.

Can it be compressed to the size of a vial of fear venom? Schiller asked.

I want to drink, the symbiote said

Schiller rolled his eyes angrily and started to bargain.

After the symbiote happily drank a bottle of wine, he said: A cigarette can be compressed to the size of a cigarette.

After Schiller told Stark, Stark seemed a little excited and walked around the room. He said: This is indeed the structure and reorganization at the atomic level. If you put it this way, it may be more powerful than a cigarette. Small, perhaps even to the nanometer level...

Can it be smaller than a cigarette? Schiller asked in his mind.

Yes, but it will explode when deployed, the symbiote said.

So Schiller said to Stark: It can actually become smaller, but I can't ensure that it will be safe when it unfolds.

Stark said: Anyway, let's get started and create a technology that transcends the times. Then I will throw all those old versions of the armor to the military and let them help me dispose of the garbage. I will also save money. Pepper would be happy with my e-waste disposal fee.”

There are so many advantages to being able to be armed at any time! Stark made a fist with one hand, pounded the palm of the other hand, and said, And I can even stuff the complete Jarvis into a A mobile phone with such a powerful smart butler, can you believe it?

...God bless Jarvis, Schiller said.

After a while, Stark put the somewhat worn-out Mark 2 down from the shelf. Before he could see clearly, a burst of gray fog flashed by, and the Mark 2 disappeared.

Then Schiller appeared again, holding a metal-like cigarette in his hand, and handed it to Stark. Stark said, Is this it?

Otherwise, what else do you want?

There shouldn't be any magic spells...I mean, like rituals and staffs...

No need, that's too low-end. Schiller said.

Stark blinked, and he suddenly had infinite good expectations for magic.

But later, this expectation drove Strange almost crazy. He was just a mage. How could Iron Man regard him as an omnipotent God? No matter what he did, Iron Man was always like Let's treat him Leave it to the omnipotent magic!

Hearing that the Supreme Mage still had to prepare for casting spells, Stark called Strange a low-end mage, and Strange almost broke his staff in anger.

No matter how much Schiller's performance made Strange collapse when he got along with Iron Man in the future, he surprised Stark now. He said: How do I turn it into a mecha? How do I wear it on my body? ?”

Schiller asked in his mind: How is he going to turn it into a mecha? How is he going to wear it on his body?

The symbiote burped and said, Think about it in your head.

Think about it in your head, Schiller said.

Stark was stunned for a moment, and then hesitantly recalled the original way of arming the Mark 2 in his mind.

Almost instantly, Mark 2 was worn on his body. This change had no process and was almost a reorganization at the atomic level.

Stark said, What's the point of this?

Schiller asked in his mind: What is the principle of this?

The symbiote said: Thought disturbance.

Thinking, Schiller told Stark.

Are you talking about brain waves or something like that? Or bioelectricity?

The symbiote in Schiller's mind was a little confused and seemed unable to answer the question, so Schiller said: Please don't use science to explain magic. Just use it.

Stark was worried and wanted to start researching immediately, so he turned his face and said to Schiller as if he didn't recognize anyone else: Okay, okay, I understand, your magical magic, just wait, Sooner or later I will use it better than you.

Then he saw off the guests.

Schiller was almost kicked out of Stark Tower, but he wasn't angry either. Stark was always like this. Once he was addicted to experiments, he didn't care about anything.

As soon as he returned to the clinic, he saw Steve waiting for him. Steve said hello and said, Nick asked me to run an errand. He wants to see you. I think it may be something related to Stark. .”

Then Schiller shouted into the air: How about $10 million an hour? Director Nick?

You are opening your mouth. A voice suddenly came from the mobile phone hanging on Steve's waist.

Schiller shrugged and said, Well, originally I wanted to issue you an invoice for 100 million.

The person on the other side was silent for a moment, and then said: There is also a late payment invoice of 50 million yuan...

Deal, Schiller said.

After a while, Schiller came to SHIELD's International Reception Center again. Nick, who was wearing an eyepatch, shook hands with Schiller, and then the two sat down face to face. Coulson poured them a cup of coffee. For Schiller it was espresso.

Schiller drank the coffee in one gulp, but Nick picked up the cup and drank slowly. Schiller said first: Let's talk business first, or should we issue the invoice first?

Let's issue the invoice first. Nick said,

After a while, Nick asked him: I know that Stark gave the mecha technology to the military, but that's not important. What we want is not those mechas.

It's him you want.

His father founded S.H.I.E.L.D.

If you mention this to him now, you will never let him join in your life.

Also, let him join, then go talk to him. Don't come to me. It's useless to come to me. I'm just a psychiatrist, not his father.

We didn't ask you to persuade Stark. We also know that he won't listen. What do you think of our idea? A team composed of people with special abilities?

Not bad in itself, but it depends on who they work for.

Isn't it for S.H.I.E.L.D.?

So who does SHIELD work for?

Nick frowned and decisively avoided the topic. He said, Okay, we want to invite you to join...

You also said that it is a team composed of people with special abilities. I am just an ordinary person. I have never jumped more than 3 meters.

Nick opened his mouth. He felt that Schiller was taking him for a fool.

Listen, we don't care how you disappeared and then suddenly appeared hundreds of meters away, or where that yellow-haired rat with a Canadian accent came from, or we can ignore your absolutely terrifying psychological analysis, but A neurologist told us personally that you threatened him with a floating ballpoint pen...

Schiller said to the symbiote in his mind: In the future, you can't eat other people's brains at will, except Strange's.

Schiller said: Do you believe there is magic in this world?

The power of certain science has created these people with special abilities, so I also believe that there will be other powers that have created other people. Are you one of them?

No, I'm just an ordinary person, but I think I can use a piece of information in exchange for my freedom.

About what? Magic?

Yes, I believe you should have the authority to mobilize satellites to find out where a certain missing network in New York is connected to.

Nick frowned, but Schiller didn't say anything more to him.

The New York Temple's wireless network should still rely on modern people's network systems, not some magic network. It's just that they used magic to cover up the access to this network.

If Nick bothers to investigate, he will definitely find some clues.

The reason why Schiller didn't refuse forcefully was that in the various major events that followed, the Avengers would have to be relied upon to save the world. He would not have to deal with those enemies by himself, fighting with the Lizard Man or the Red Hulk. fist.

At most, he can provide a little help for his own life safety, so he has to keep in touch with these superheroes so that he can be a fresh and refined... shit-stirring stick in future incidents.

Damn it! ! !

Thank you to Mr. Yi Anfei for the 50,000 starting coin reward! ! ! !

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