American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman - Chapter 538 When is the time for retribution (Part 1)

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"Luoji defected!"

Schiller, who was sleeping in the clinic, took the phone and said, "What? What defect? ​​Who?"

"Loki!" Strange bit the accent **** the name, and then said with an exaggerated mouth shape: "Lord Princess of Asgard! Betrayed from Asgard! She stabbed her imperial brother with a knife!

"

"Eldest princess? When did she become the eldest princess?" Schiller's focus was completely wrong. He barely sat up from the bed. After sitting on the edge of the bed, he leaned on the head of the bed and covered his eyes with his hands, obviously still sleepy. Obscure.

"Her brother Thor became the new king of Asgard, so isn't she the eldest princess of Asgard?"

"I know, what I'm asking is, why didn't she accept the canonization of the prince as a man, but insisted on being the eldest princess?"

"Is that the point?!

Strange was almost surrounded by Schiller, and he exclaimed: "The point is, Loki has defected!" She even stabbed Thor! It's gone now! "

"Oh."

"...Hello? Hello?!

"

"Crack!" Strange threw down the phone, took a deep breath, looked at Stark next to him, and said, "I said this trick will definitely not fool him, doesn't he know what kind of virtue Loki is? "

"It seems that language alone can't fool him." Steve next to him said with his arms crossed, Stark snorted and said with some disdain: "Since language can't fool him, then we will make trouble. Be still."

Strange turned back, looked at Stark and said, "I said, Tony, you and Schiller, you two..."

"Schiller wanted to help you, so he went around a lot and came up with a me, the Soviet Union, which successfully promoted the joint development of various civilizations on earth, and then pushed you to the position of the person in charge of the solar system construction plan. , the only person who doesn't know is you."

"Now, you want to repay his favor, so you plan to deceive Schiller in a big circle and make him the only person who doesn't know about this plan. Do you... have something wrong with your brain?"

Steve was amused, smiled and patted Strange on the shoulder, then said, "Did you know the two of them for the first time? Do you need to ask this question?"

Natasha, who had just come back from a cigarette, came over, looked at Strange and asked, "How is it? Should he hang up the phone?"

"You know him very well. Those congressmen didn't let you seduce Schiller. It's a waste." Stark is very angry now, whoever catches and bites.

But Natasha wouldn't get used to him. The female agent rolled her eyes and said, "Yeah, when they were going to let me seduce Schiller, I thought, fortunately they didn't let me seduce you..."

Natasha set her eyes on the part below Stark's chest and above her thighs, then moved her eyes up to Stark's face, then moved her eyes down to that part, and finally closed her eyes. Hair, with a "snort" sound, turned and walked away.

Any man should understand what this means. Strange opened his eyes slightly and looked at Stark with a gossip expression on his face. Steve turned his eyes slightly, coughed twice, and looked away. .

Stark slammed the table in anger, Strange looked left and right, walked over behind Steve, and bumped Steve's back with his shoulder, whispering, "In the beginning, Nata When Sha came to America, did she come to Stark Industries to be an undercover agent?"

"Of course, although there may not be much business information, but..." Steve also glanced back at Stark.

"What are you talking about?! What are you talking about?!" Stark shouted, and he stretched out his hand, shook a finger and said, "First of all, we are both innocent... well, I admit, she When I first came, I took a second look."

Facing both Strange and Steve's very disapproving eyes, Stark took a deep breath and said, "Okay, more than two eyes, but she's beautiful, and everyone loves beauty."

"But there was nothing between the two of us, and it didn't take long for her to come before I was kidnapped and taken to Afghanistan."

"Seriously, she's pretty, but she's far less than Pepper on the inside. I'm not the superficial pompous prodigal who only stares at women's faces."

"Oh, oh, yes!" Strange made a series of strange noises, he raised his head, looked at the ceiling and said, "Jarvis, you must be connected to Miss Pepper's communication, otherwise this innocent boy's The play is in vain."

Steve rushed up and stopped Stark, who was shaking his fist. He took his shield, knocked it, and said, "Before, when you were at the Avengers base, you said you wanted to give Schiller a favor, so the A plan, what about the specific information of the plan? You haven't told us yet."

Stark put his fist down, rubbed his wrist, and said, "Some things are not easy to talk about here, I will talk about it when I go to the base of the Radiance Alliance at night. By the way, there are many victims of this incident that Schiller made. I'll let Professor X call them all over..."

In the Hell's Kitchen clinic, Mark was sitting across from Schiller's desk. He seemed a little nervous. He put his hands straight on his knees and his waist was tense. He didn't dare to lean on the backrest at all. Schiller looked at him and said :

"You don't have to be so nervous. This is just the initial examination. How to carry out the treatment depends on the situation of the examination."

"What am I going to do?" Mark asked. It seemed that his body movements relaxed, his shoulders spread out, and his upper arms fell naturally, but in fact, the muscles on his face were still stiff and twisted.

Schiller looked at him so calmly, and Mark knew that his state was not right. He stretched out his hand to cover his forehead and said, "Sorry, but now may not be a good time to receive psychotherapy."

"What's wrong?"

Mark opened his mouth, then pursed his lips again, as if he didn't know how to describe his experience, but after a while, he still said:

"I don't know what's going on. Yesterday, I was assigned a task of providing security for Stark's technology exhibition. You know, this kind of task is not dangerous. What's more, the protection is still Iron Man."

"It stands to reason that this should be for newcomers to practice, but who knows, those newcomers who have just finished training have other jobs, and only I accepted this tasteless job."

"I know that this is what my superior is looking for, but I can't do anything about it. After seeing Stark, he and I are impatient. Everyone knows that this is just a routine. It is said to be security, but it is actually surveillance. ."

"Somehow, I fainted in the bathroom halfway through. I suspect that maybe that personality has come out again."

"Then, just this morning..." Mark put his elbows on the table, then covered his face with his palms, he said, "I saw 'Iron Man vs Bandaged Killer' on the front page of the Daily Bugle. ' report, oh my..."

"Bandage Killer? They actually gave you such an ugly nickname? It seems that your superhero road is not going well."

"Superhero?" Mark laughed at himself. He said, "I appeared as the opponent of the superhero Iron Man. Do you still expect them to give the villain a good name?"

"But that's okay, right? You said you were a bandage killer, and no one saw your face, and you can sit here, it means Stark doesn't intend to pursue you."

"Stark doesn't intend to pursue me, but my colleagues..." Mark's expression was complicated, and his shock was mixed with confusion.

"They don't know what's going on recently, they suddenly became very attentive, and even made me feel a little scared."

"It's been a long time since I'm going to quit my job. No one will care about a person who immediately leaves for a cup of tea, but who knows, this morning, someone brought me breakfast, and someone bought me a newspaper... "

"My boss, who has always been difficult to deal with, not only approved my resignation notice in an instant, but even raised the insurance factor for me before I resigned, so that I could have spare money to come to your doctor..."

Mark put one hand on the table, resting on his forehead, looking puzzled, he said, "How did they figure it out all of a sudden?"

Schiller smiled and said, "Maybe it's because a being you don't know has come, so they're scared."

Mark couldn't understand Schiller's riddle, but soon after, Schiller asked, "So, you've left the CIA now?"

"Yeah, I'm still thinking about my next job."

At this time, Schiller took out a document and handed it to Mark. Mark bowed his head in confusion. After taking the document, he saw a line of words written on it - "S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Recruitment Notice".

Mark's eyes widened slightly, and he asked, "You want me to work at S.H.I.E.L.D.? But I don't have any experience dealing with that kind of supernatural event."

"It's okay, experience like this is all from scratch. Nick, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., is very short of people now. As a psychiatrist who used to be S.H.I.E.L.D., I would be happy to do my old boss a favor and recommend him a Excellent employee."

Mark hesitated, but when he opened the first page of the job posting and saw a series of numbers above and a bunch of numbers below, he snapped and closed the job posting and looked at Xi Le said:

"Say hello to my new chief for me."

"Don't worry, but your dissociative identity disorder still needs treatment." Schiller turned the pen in his hand.

Mark frowned tightly and said, "Is there any feasible treatment plan? At least let me live a normal life and not faint all the time."

Schiller turned over the medical records in his hand and said, "We have been in contact for a while before, and your situation is very rare. Generally speaking, the first personality split from a split personality will be a protective personality. ."

"From the perspective of the two personalities, you are more like the protective personality, because your personality is more sound and stable."

"But in fact, you are the original main character, and Jack is a split protective personality. He is extremely aggressive, unstable and not sound enough."

"But now, you have a third personality forming, and this third personality is healthier and more stable than you."

"Such irregularities are rare, as if there is no root cause, just random splits."

"I discussed this rare case with some of my teachers and classmates, but they didn't have any clues," Schiller said, nodding to a document on hand.

Mark's face turned pale, and Schiller saw what he meant and said, "However, the cause of personality is only a proposition to be studied in the academic field, and we all agree on the therapeutic part of practical application."

"Since your newly formed third personality is the most sound and stable, then we can try to guide him and let him form faster, so as to take over your daily life~www.novelbuddy.com~ When he is conscious, Am I unaware? Isn't that the equivalent of him replacing me?"

"Most of the time, this is the case. For ordinary people, when other personalities replace you, you are not conscious, but..." Schiller changed the subject and said: "You are not an ordinary person, you are a moon. A believer of the **** Kongsu, and also my patient."

"I can teach you how to use your conscious space, and Kongsu can help you with strength, allowing you to create buildings in your conscious space, and when your mental strength becomes stronger, you can also be aware of what's happening in the real world ."

Mark saw that behind Schiller, the tall figure of Kong Su appeared, the empty skeleton eyes staring at him, Mark took a deep breath, he was almost fed up with this life of losing consciousness from time to time, accept this Proposal, and it couldn't get any worse.

Schiller sorted out the medical records in front of him, looked at Mark and said, "During this period of time, you will be hospitalized in this clinic. Guiding personality growth is not an easy job, and requires long-term observation."

Mark nodded, he stood up, and Schiller went downstairs with him to introduce him to the location of the guest room on the first floor. At this moment, Peter with a schoolbag just came in, and Schiller pointed at him and said:

"Peter, you better not let me find out that you stay up late playing games until 3am and go to bed early tonight."

Peter scratched his head, gave an embarrassed smile, nodded, and ran up the stairs in three steps.

Schiller, who was arranging a guest room for Mark, heard Peter, who was striding up the stairs, muttering:

"Mr. Stark said the same thing when I left the lab just now, and told me to go to bed at nine o'clock tonight, God..."