Marvel, who rescued him? !

Garrett took the elevator into the building again with a dark face, and without hesitation began to order his subordinates to work and solve the mess he had created.

And Taylor stayed next to him with a smile on his face, looking at the hard-working Hydra agents.

Taylor thought for a moment and discussed with Doctor Bruce beside him with a smile: "Doctor Bruce, do you think my symptoms are much lighter? I neither used violence nor took action personally, and I also completed Stark's request, and Made a new friend.”

Praise me! Praise me! Praise me!

Dr. Bruce's smile was a little stiff, especially when he saw Ward with a cold face, impatiently holding a corpse and transporting him back to the cell where the other party was, he managed to say in his gentle voice: "I think you There's no need to call me down, I'm just a psychiatrist, and SHIELD didn't give me a second salary."

Taylor nodded and said: "Don't worry, we HYDRA will give you things that SHIELD can't give you, HYDRA will take care of things that SHIELD can't control, and we will kill people that SHIELD can't kill." , in a word, we can control what SHIELD can control, but we must control what SHIELD cannot control even more, kill first and then report later, a specialty of the American Empire! Is it clear enough?"

Garrett swallowed and stared blankly at the high-spirited Taylor. For a moment, he couldn't tell who was the real Hydra. Agent May, who had been keeping a low profile not far behind Taylor, had already begun Regretful, she felt that she should not have rushed so slowly, and finally let Taylor and Hydra come together.

Glancing at the blood-stained aisle, Dr. Bruce said: "As a professional doctor, I think it's not just you who have a psychological problem, but also the psychological problems of everyone present. Your reactions when you saw the corpse were all... A little too calm, I can feel your indifference to life, Taylor, what does a living life mean to you?"

Bruce's face turned slightly pale. As a psychiatrist, he had certainly seen bloody scenes, and most of those cruel methods were done by the patients themselves.

But he couldn't accept the contempt these agents had for life and their indifference to death.

Dr. Bruce patted Taylor on the shoulder and said: "As your friend, I feel that you are very ill and have even lost your compassion as an ordinary person..."

As he spoke, Bruce put his hand on Taylor's chest and asked, "Is it beating? Or is it already cold?"

Taylor blinked his eyes and said without any fluctuation in his expression:

"Doctor Bruce, you are a bit too disappointed. All the criminals imprisoned here are heinous criminals. I admit that I am not a good person, but I will never sympathize with any scum. I even want to cruelly step on him again. If If you think I'm seriously ill, I want to ask you to save me; if you think I'm hopeless, I want to ask you to kill me."

"Okay~" Bruce sighed, took back his hand on Taylor's chest and said:

"John Taylor, no matter what others think of you, in my opinion you are a good person and you have the value of redemption."

"Hahahahahahaha..." Harley Quinn took the lead and laughed, holding her belly. Then Taylor couldn't help but laugh. He put his arm around Dr. Bruce's shoulders and said:

"My friend, I'm really happy that you want to save me. No matter what method you want to use, I'm willing to cooperate with you. But now I'm going to visit another person on the way. That person should also be happy when he hears your name. It will be very happy.”

Smiling, Taylor carried Bruce across the aisle and came to the blasted wall.

Looking at the blasted wall, Garrett recalled: "No one came out before I opened this place. I think the person inside is probably dead. Do you know him?"

Taylor shook his head and said, "I'm not very familiar with him. I met him once."

Then he shouted toward the hole: "Hi Bill, Bruce and I came to see you."

"Bruce~" A sharp and excited voice came from the darkness, but he said quickly:

"No, no, no, this world doesn't have my Bruce, I can feel it..."

A pale face was revealed in the darkness. He was thin and skinny, wearing a hospital gown. He did not go to see Dr. Bruce. Instead, he grinned and stared straight at Taylor with eyes, and asked in a sharp voice:

"Are you here to bring me good news?"

"No, I just want to see if you escaped." Taylor said casually.

But after hearing Taylor's words, the clown seemed to have been greatly insulted. His sharp voice was filled with trembling anger. Even though he was thin, his voice was still full of energy:

"Escape? You actually think I'm going to run away and join the gangs? Or get a good show in Hollywood? No - no - that's just disgusting!"

The clown looked at Taylor and smiled: "And you, you idiot, you make me sick too!"

Taylor spread his hands indifferently and said, "I kindly asked a psychiatrist to see you. This is what you did to me. You made me so sad."

The clown suddenly made a sad expression and said: "Psychiatrist?! I'm just a homeless poor guy, an incomplete soul, a patient tortured by madness. You actually want to cure me? Do you know what I'm going to do?" What else do I have to go through to get to that world? I still have a loan to pay back——! Hahahahaha~ How about my joke? Hahahahahahaha..."

Bruce on the side covered his head. In just one morning, he had seen so many incredible cases. Looking at the clown's grinning face, Bruce felt that he would have another nightmare tonight.

The clown suddenly raised his head and screamed in pain, pointed at Taylor and said: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...... Useless morality is still restraining you, dragging you down into the endless hell——!"

Taylor curled his lips, not showing any interest in the clown's words:

"Bill~ There is nothing new under the sun, and humans are just passing guests on the earth."

Taylor looked at the clown's pale face with a sunny smile and said:

"I enjoy your jokes, but I don't like your suggestions."

"Don't listen to him Taylor, he is a murderer, a loser, a psychopath, and a pervert." Dr. Bruce put his hand on Taylor's shoulder and said:

"Darkness can never destroy the human heart. A profound soul is beautiful even in pain. Although our time together was short, I saw your soul still shining."

Bruce said: "I don't want to teach you anything, I just want to tell you that a happy life is full of attempts. Why don't you try again and let us, your friends, become your starting point in this world~"