The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 49 Iron Armored Ambition

At this time, Coulson was standing at the door of Nick Fury's office with great confusion. He looked at all the people who came to this intersection and turned right.

Natasha came out of Nick's office, and Coulson stopped her and asked, "What's wrong? Why did they take a long detour? I remember the closest way to the elevator was to turn left?"

"Because our genius psychiatrist with a high price for consultation is in the office on the left, waiting for someone to go to counseling."

"You actually invited him here. How much did he ask? Shouldn't it be $1 million an hour?"

"That's not true. Nick's report says $5000 million an hour."

Coulson took a deep breath and said, "That is to say, if I go to him for psychological counseling now, it will be equivalent to making $5000 million in vain?"

"You can understand that too."

"There should be a lot of people queuing up there. Can I still line up today?"

"On the contrary, there is no one there," Natasha said with a shrug.

After she finished speaking, she also turned right and left, and Coulson shouted: "You are going wrong! There is an emergency passage over there! The elevator is on the left!"

Natasha said without looking back, "I want to exercise! You know, for health!"

Coulson was even more confused. Immediately after, Nick walked out of his office. Coulson greeted him: "Good morning, Chief."

Nick nodded to him, and then said: "Natasha has recently withdrawn from the Stark Group affairs, and she will follow up the case related to the hand union, you mainly keep an eye on the one who will swing around. The boy, just let him not cause trouble."

Coulson replied yes, and then he found that Nick turned around and planned to turn right. He pulled his boss and said, "Director, the elevator is over there, you go to the right, at least 5 minutes longer."

"I've been exercising recently and plan to take the stairs."

Coulson was literally full of question marks. He walked to the left and went straight to the left. Seeing that the door of Schiller's office was not closed, he knocked on the door and walked in. Schiller was burying his head in writing. When he saw someone coming in, he Very surprised, he raised his head and said, "Someone really came..."

Coulson froze for a moment and said, "Isn't it open now? I remember saying in the morning meeting that the psychological consultation starts this morning."

"Of course the door is open! Please come in, you are the first!" Schiller stood up with a pen, and deliberately opened the stool for Coulson. This kind of enthusiasm made Coulson a little at a loss. Schiller said: "Of course, you Possibly the only one."

"I don't understand, 5000 million dollars an hour of psychological counseling can be done for free, and reimbursed by the bureau, why don't they come?"

"Probably because I asked $5000 million and Nick agreed..."

"What's wrong with this, doesn't this mean that the director is very sure of your level?"

"Well... Putting aside some of his macroeconomic understanding of funding and the flexible use of reimbursement in the system structure, have you ever thought that maybe it was his affirmation of me that made no one here come here? ."

"You mean, they think your level is too high?"

Schiller said speechlessly: "Are you really a level 8 agent? What level is Natasha? Shouldn't the full level be level 100?"

"Which agent is willing to find a very good psychologist and see all the secrets in their hearts?"

"I thought it was just some simple emotional conditioning, like releasing anxiety or something."

"Then you can go to the door and smoke a cigarette."

"That won't work, the damn smoke alarms here are too sensitive," Coulson said.

"Okay, are you trying to come here to relieve some depression?"

"Actually not, because I think the captain and you seem to have a good relationship. I want him to sign my entire set of fan cards. Can you ask him for me?"

Schiller spread his hands and said, "Okay, I know that, but whoever made me earn this money, if that really relieves your anxiety. Give me the card, I promise he'll sign one. Even if it doesn’t fall, it’s worthy of my $5000 million one-hour consultation fee.”

After Coulson left, Schiller was drinking coffee leisurely in the temporary office, but before he could finish touching the fish for the morning, he just opened the door to get some air, when a sharp alarm sounded suddenly, and there was a sound on his head. A small device glowed red, and then began desperately calling the police.

Schiller was startled, but his spider sensor didn't respond at all. For safety, he was ready to flash at any time, but with a sharp chirping, the fire sprinkler was turned on, and the sprinkler instantly sprayed a large amount of water mist. , If Schiller hadn't hid quickly, he would have been drowned.

Coulson and a few agents ran over, looked up at the smoke alarm, and then glanced at Schiller, who stared at them with a coffee cup.

"No smoking here."

"I don't smoke."

Coulson showed a suspicious expression and said, "Natasha had the same expression as you when she was caught. Did you throw the cigarette down the drain of the sink?"

"Of course not, I don't smoke indoors."

Coulson didn't smell any smoke either. He looked up at the smoke alarm that had been blaring and said, "Okay, looks like the damn thing is broken again."

"How on earth did you get a smoke alarm to make a sound of hundreds of decibels?"

"If you have 32 fires in your home a month, you'll understand."

The symbiote said in Schiller's head, "I'm a little dizzy, and I'm a little nauseous, let's go."

Schiller said: "It seems that this is the end of today's psychological consultation. If it is less than an hour, it will be counted as an hour. Don't forget to ask Nick to settle the bill. I will go first."

Schiller left decisively, because he knew that this was not an accident. Some people didn't want him to stay there anymore. After all, every time he went downstairs, he had to take a 5-minute detour, which was a long time-consuming journey.

Humans are always like this. When they don't have mind reading skills, they always fantasize. Some people can understand them and understand what they are thinking. .

Of course, in S.H.I.E.L.D., it's more likely because of Nick Fury's eclectic talent management system.

After returning to the clinic, Schiller, who had not slept for dozens of hours, planned to take a nap. The symbiote played him a very hypnotic music, which made him fall asleep quickly, but before he could fall into deep sleep, Just woke up by a phone call.

"What? ... Then what's the use of you looking for me? Go to Pepper."

"She's busy? Then am I not busy? Well, I'm not busy, but you can't let me in the lab anymore, I really don't want to screw the light bulb anymore."

"Yes, yes, I know that you are a great battle armor across the ages, not a light bulb, can you talk about business?"

"Jarvis found something wrong with the parts repository? Wrong number of parts? Are you sure you didn't count it wrong? Well, I know... I know you're serious, but how can I help with this? I'm not I can conjure the few parts out of thin air for you, no, not even magic..."

"...that's hard for me to say." Schiller paced the clinic's living room. "Perhaps you should ask Jarvis's guess. He's more than a computer now."

"Jarvis is a little hesitant? Then don't you know the answer? Or do you actually think of the object of suspicion, but you just don't want to admit it..."

"No, of course my mind-reading skills can't be used for this kind of thing, don't joke... I can tell you that there is an 80% chance of the object you have in your mind..."

After hanging up, Schiller grabbed Pikachu, rubbed his cheek and said, "It's really hard to say that a solid steel fortress is always breached from the inside first."

"What's the trouble with that guy in the tough dress?" Pikachu asked.

"Looks like his armor lost something, his smart butler gave a suspect answer he didn't want to hear, and is now doubting life."

"You humans always like to add to your own troubles." Pikachu concluded, "That kid named Parker, when he is playing games, he is worried about killing the hostages in it. It's just a game, even if the hostages die. Yes, but the kidnappers are gone, so we won't be counted?"

"So you rushed over and killed the hostage first?"

"Otherwise, that kid is always dawdling, what can I do? You are entangled in too many meaningless things, always substituting yourself too deeply, and you are full of unnecessary worries about things that have not happened yet, but you are worried about what has already happened. What happens is always escaping."

"I really didn't expect you, as a rat, to say such incisive words."

"Of course, I'm Detective Pikachu."

In the Stark Building, all the lights in Stark's laboratory were extinguished, and only some lights of the instruments were left flickering faintly, like stars.

Stark was sitting on the ground, leaning on the bench, next to a symbol beating on his phone, indicating that Jarvis was there.

"I'm trying to comfort you, sir."

"So you turned off the lights?" Stark's voice was a little hoarse, and he was tired from staying up too late.

"It might help you relax a little bit, and dim lighting can help relax your brain," Jarvis said.

Stark closed his eyes, he changed to a more relaxed position, leaned on the experimental bench, he curled one leg, then put his arm on it, raised his head, and said like a dream: "...maybe This is retribution."

"The weapons of the Stark Group have displaced countless people, so the people I once trusted will also leave me one by one..."

"We're not sure yet that Mr. Obadiah is the murderer," Jarvis said. "In our analysis, he's only about 96 percent likely."

"You could be more straightforward," Stark said.

"Sorry, I mean there's a 4% chance it's not him."

"Who might be left?"

Mr. Schiller 2%, Mr. Parker 1.2% and yourself 0.8%. "

"Schiller? You're expecting someone who can't even tell the mecha parts numbered 1 to 10 to steal the most important core? And Peter, that kid is a little stupid, but he won't steal anything, He's a fool who was shocked to see me smoking for a long time."

"I'm trying to comfort you," Jarvis said.

In the end, Stark felt that all the voices of the world were gradually sinking, and he remembered Howard's face between half-dreams and half-awakes.

At that time, Uncle Obadiah was standing with his father, who were both still young.

　Happy belated Lantern Festival! ! !

There was someone at home yesterday, so I can't make any more changes!Today's chapter is also written in a leisurely manner...

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