The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1281 The Bat is Behind

Although the thoughts were tortuous, in fact, only a few seconds passed by the outside world. Zhong Stark and Strange saw Schiller sluggishly on the hospital bed for a few seconds.

In fact, mental patients often have this kind of performance, especially Stark, who is familiar with psychology, understands that short-term intermittent sluggishness is exactly the manifestation of their illness.

Therefore, when Schiller suddenly proposed to go to the Mercury base, Stark and Strange, who had been arguing endlessly, rejected him very unanimously and firmly.

"Don't think about it, Schiller, there are no doors! There is no scenery on Mercury, and being closer to the sun will not make your condition better. Although I don't want you to stay in the hospital, you must have a There are guardians...except Nick!"

"On this point, I agree with Tony." Strange glanced at Stark, snorted and said, "Too much attention to the progress of something is not good for your mental state, and it may aggravate the situation." Your compulsions, or you can go to the Himalayas for another two months of recuperation, that's close enough to the sun..."

"I mean, the construction of the Mercury base has been going on for so long, and I haven't even seen it with my own eyes. I should go and see it. After all, I also participated in the plan." Schiller explained with a smile.

"Schiller, we don't want to exclude you from the plan, but it is very dangerous to rush you to another planet when your abnormal brain wave is not resolved."

Connors pushed his glasses calmly, and continued to explain: "I mean, the sun and Mercury will be dangerous."

Just as Schiller was about to open his mouth to speak, Connors interrupted him and added: "From the data point of view, our sun and Mercury are not bad, and we don't need to change them for the time being."

"I don't even know, when will you still tell bad jokes." Schiller said rather dissatisfied: "It's not even as funny as Nick's."

"Don't mention that damn vampire!" Otto snorted coldly, he was also an insider and participant of the multiverse project, so he said, "He hopes that I can contact the peers of other universes and provide them with a job. Extremely intense, demanding, and extremely low-paying work, best done with gratitude…”

Schiller rolled his eyes away. He wouldn't say that he actually wanted to offer the job.

"It seems that you have aroused public anger." Batman's voice sounded in Schiller's heart: "You must have done something that caused dissatisfaction among your friends. I advise you to pretend for a while. After you are discharged from the hospital, Discuss other things."

"Why do you talk so much?" Schiller replied very dissatisfied. He snorted in his heart and said, "What did I do? I did it for their own good!"

"When you said that, I could already imagine what crazy things you did." Batman hit the nail on the head.

Just as Schiller was about to explain, the mobile phone on the bedside table rang. He wanted to reach for it, but the tentacles behind Stark moved faster.

"Hello?" Stark picked up the phone and said, after hearing the voice on the other side, he frowned suddenly, and then said very firmly: "No, you can't let him go back to work, SHIELD will No sick leave? ... What? Only funeral leave?"

"How many days of funeral leave can I take? Natasha asked for three days? Then I think Schiller should also... what? Natasha sacrificed more than 50 times to make up for three days?"

"Nick Fury!" Stark took the phone and called out the name of the person on the opposite side. His tone was not very friendly, and he said quickly: "Schiller needs to rest! We all agree with this, why are you different? "

Stark switched the phone from one hand to another, took a deep breath and said, "Every time you discuss those damn macroeconomic plans, you stay up all night! Not to mention, he has to manage the finances of the Tianjian Bureau, SHIELD He is also in charge of the bureau’s finances, and he is responsible for the mental health of the agents, and now you even want him to teach the agents, what do you think of Schiller, your money-making tool?!”

"He regards himself as a tool to make money, can you use it as a tool to make money?! Stop messing around! Nick, let me warn you, although Howard is still in the Andromeda Galaxy, he will definitely be able to create one in two hours. Put on the Beat Nick Armor, and I can do it too!"

Schiller lying on the hospital bed was helpless, but Batman said in his heart: "I take back what I said before..."

"What? Oh, are you saying that he looks like a mentally handicapped? It seems that you have discovered that he is either mentally handicapped or mentally handicapped."

"On the contrary, he should be the smartest person in the world." Batman once again pointed out the crux of the problem, "Although he may not have told you clearly, it is obvious that he has seen how crazy you are."

"He is trying his best to restore your madness. A keen, sensitive, and emotional genius. In addition to wisdom, he is also full of inspiration."

"If the Bruce in my world had half your psychological talent, the arrogant wouldn't have to worry about losing their hair every day."

Schiller sighed, and then said in his heart: "I'm going to take a step back, the Mercury base is temporarily out of sight, they won't let me leave the earth, but go and see the battle armor built by the smartest person in the world, It should be fine."

After finishing speaking, regardless of Batman's reply, Schiller said directly to Stark: "Nick told me a long time ago that he wanted me to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. I said it before the treatment."

"Don't expect us to pay attention to what comes first!" Stark blocked all Schiller's explanations as soon as he opened his mouth. "There's no door, no door at all! Just like what Connors said, you have to make sure that your abnormal brain waves have been eliminated..."

"Okay, but I don't want to be in the hospital."

"Then where do you want to go?"

"Can't Stark Tower work?" Schiller said, looking into Stark's eyes.

Stark froze for a moment, and suddenly, the state of shutting down his brain and not being bewitched disappeared, and he stammered a little: "Why are you going to Stark Tower? You are not the most annoying that I asked you to turn on the light bulb ?"

"I heard that your latest experimental armor has made some breakthroughs. I want to check it out. How about it?"

There was a hint of hesitation on Stark's face, and Schiller added another fire: "I just rejected the proposal to go to Kama Taj to recuperate."

"Okay, I'll go and get discharged from the hospital."

"Tony Stark!!" Strange stared at Stark with wide eyes, as if he was looking at a traitor. Stark who was walking towards the door made a face at him, and his brisk steps betrayed him Same buoyant mood.

"It's so cute like a dog, isn't it?" Schiller looked at Stark's back and said in his heart.

"Are you talking about yourself?"

Batman used another interrogative to express his affirmation, and before Schiller could speak, he continued, "You're not taking a step back, you're really glad you agreed."

"Shut up." Schiller said angrily.

Soon, Stark came back and called a shuttle belonging to the Stark Group. Schiller opened the window directly and boarded the private air transport equipment.

The shuttle flew quickly over New York, and Batman overlooked the city through Schiller's vision. Just as Schiller was about to ask him if he was curious about it, Batman said:
"It looks a bit like a combination of Gotham and Metropolis, with chaos and order, darkness and light, modern and retro, advanced and backward, with a sense of contradictory beauty."

"Batman, do you know?" When Schiller closed his eyes and took a nap on the seat of the shuttle, greed came to the theater again. He put his hands on the back of the chair, turned to look at Batman and said, "Maybe later , I would tell everyone that you know the foretelling...... you really can't?"

"It's not intuition." Batman shook his head and said, "I lack this kind of sudden inspiration, or in other words, I exchanged this ability for a stronger ability to plan ahead."

"Before I came here, I asked Pride what I would see, and he gave me a preliminary introduction to your results."

"You mean, he turned a surprise trip into a boring and boring trip?" Greedy curled his lips and said, "It fits his old-fashioned style."

"No, I think what he expressed is far less than what I saw with my own eyes, and there will be more surprises during this trip."

"Drip drip!"

Schiller was suddenly awakened by the notification sound of the shuttle's arrival. He took a deep breath and stood up, walking towards the window of Stark Tower.

Then he discovered that Batman might really know the foretelling, because as soon as his foot landed, there was a "whoosh" sound, and a part of the battle armor flew past his scalp, followed by a "bang" sound , Stark at the other end of the room lay directly on the ground.

Armed with only one arm, Iron Man climbed up from the ground in a dizzy state. He took a deep breath and cursed, "You damn rebel! When will you listen to me?"

Schiller stood in front of the window speechless, watching Stark wipe his nosebleeds, then limped towards the display rack of his battle armor, and re-hung the part that flew over.

"A major advance in materials science?" teased Schiller.

"A part." Stark replied: "What I want is not just the advancement of materials, I am working on a real intelligent armor, not the kind of intelligence controlled by Jarvis, but turning steel into a part of me , directly manipulated by my thoughts, similar to a neural connection without physical contact."

Stark also took off the battle armor on his arm, slowly hung it back on the display rack, then walked to the side of the experiment table, picked up the design drawing, and wrote and drew on the display rack of the battle armor.

He didn't seem to mind that Schiller didn't understand these technological creations at all, and he just mumbled while writing:
"I know, this sounds a bit unbelievable. How can nerves be connected over long distances? But I found that the bioelectricity emitted by the human brain when manipulating nerves is actually very regular."

"As long as I add 'nerves' to my battle suit, not the nerves of humans, but something stronger and more reliable, and then use this regular frequency to control the nerves inside the metal, I will I can have a battle armor that truly connects with me..."

"This can solve the dilemma that no matter how much I develop artificial intelligence, I still have to communicate commands through other intelligent creatures. I know that Jarvis's calculation speed is very fast, but he has left now. He is already a The real life is no longer my slave, I have to learn to stand on my own, and so does my battle suit."

"So this time, have you hit a truck?" Schiller deliberately didn't open which pot and picked up which pot. He found that Stark's battle suit hanging on the display rack had some collision marks, although he didn't know if it had collided with the truck. , but obviously still not hit.

"It's not important, the key to this technology is not the strength." Stark said stubbornly.

Just as Batman observed these strangely shaped steel parts through Schiller's vision, suddenly, there was another commotion from the window.

A black-haired man wearing a black robe, a golden cloak, and a long-horned crown walked in through the entrance of the shuttle, and said loudly as he walked:

"Tony Stark, I really have to talk about you! Nick called me and said, you abducted Schiller, don't you know? S.H.I.E.L.D. Send Schiller to give lessons to the agents..."

Stark looked at the high-spirited Loki, showing a smirk without a smile, suddenly turned sideways, shifted his gaze to his back, and said, "What is that?"

"Don't play this childish trick with me!" Loki snorted coldly.

"boom!"

The part that hit the back of Loki's head drew a smooth arc in the laboratory and flew back to Stark's arm.

Stark walked up to Loki, who was lying on the ground, and said, "Now, who is naive?"

Loki, lying on the ground, slowly clenched his fists, while Batman and Schiller stood together.

"Who is he?"

"What a weak god."

(End of this chapter)