Chapter 49: Iron-Clad Ambition (Part 1)

At this time, Coulson was standing at the door of Nick Fury's office in 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 do they have to take a long way? I remember that the closest way to the elevator should be to turn left?"

"Because our genius psychologist with a sky-high consultation fee is in the office on the left, waiting for people to come for psychological counseling."

"You actually invited him here. How much did he ask? It can't be 100 million US dollars an hour, right?"

"That's not the case. Nick's report says 50 million US dollars an hour."

Coulson took a breath and said, "In other words, if I go to him for psychological counseling now, it's equivalent to earning 50 million US dollars for nothing?"

"You can understand it this way."

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

"On the contrary, there is no one there." Natasha shrugged and said.

After that, she turned right and left. Coulson shouted, "You're going the wrong way! That's the emergency passage! The elevator is on the left!"

Natasha said without turning her head, "I want to exercise! You know, for health!"

Colson was even more confused. Then, Nick came out of his office. Coulson greeted him, "Good morning, Director."

Nick nodded to him, and then said, "Natasha has recently withdrawn from the Stark Group. She will also follow up on the case of the Hand. You just need to keep an eye on that kid who is hanging around and make sure he doesn't cause any trouble."

Colson replied, and then Later, he found that Nick also turned around and planned to turn right. He pulled his boss and said, "Director, the elevator is over there. If you go to the right, you will have to walk at least 5 minutes longer."

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

Colson was full of questions. He muttered to himself and walked directly to the left. Seeing that Schiller's office door was not closed, he knocked on the door and walked in. Schiller was writing. Seeing someone coming in, he looked up in surprise and said, "Someone actually came..."

Colson was stunned for a moment and said, "Isn't the door open here now? I remember that we said in the meeting this morning that psychological counseling starts this morning."

"Of course it's open! Please come in, you The first one!" Schiller stood up with a pen in his hand and pulled out a stool for Coulson. This enthusiasm made Coulson feel a little overwhelmed. Schiller said, "Of course, you may be the only one."

"I don't understand. 50 million US dollars per hour of psychological counseling can be done for free and reimbursed by the bureau. Why don't they come?"

"It's probably because I offered 50 million US dollars and Nick agreed..."

"What's the problem with this? Doesn't it just show that the director is very sure of your level?"

"Well... Putting aside his macro understanding of funding in economics and his flexible use of reimbursement in the institutional framework, you Have you ever thought that maybe it is his affirmation of me that makes no one come here. "

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

Schiller said speechlessly: "Are you really an 8th-level agent? What level is Natasha? The maximum level should not be 100, right?"

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

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

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

"That won't work. The damn smoke alarm here is too sensitive." Coulson said.

"Okay, do you want to come here to relieve your depression?"

"Actually, no, it's because I see that the captain seems to have a good relationship with you. I want him to sign my whole set of fan flash cards. Can you help me ask him?"

Schiller spread his hands and said, "Okay, I know, but who makes me earn this money? If this can really relieve your anxiety. Give me the card, I promise to let him sign all of them, which is worthy of my $50 million per hour consultation fee."

After Coulson left, Schiller drank coffee leisurely in the temporary office, but before he finished fishing for a morning, he just opened the door to get some fresh air, and suddenly a sharp alarm came, a small device on his head emitted a red light, and then began to desperately call the police.

Schiller was startled, but his spider sense didn't react at all. For safety, he was ready to flash at any time, but with a sharp cry, the fire sprinkler was turned on directly, and the nozzle instantly sprayed a large amount of water mist. If Schiller hadn't dodged quickly, he would have been soaked.

Coulson and several agents ran over, looked up at the smoke alarm, and then looked at Schiller. Schiller held a coffee cup and stared at them.

"No smoking here."

"I didn'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 into the sink drain?"

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

Coulson did not smell any smoke. He looked up at the smoke alarm that kept ringing and said, "Well, it seems that the damn thing is broken again."

"How did you make a smoke alarm make a noise of hundreds of decibels?"

"If there were 32 fires in your house in a month, you would understand."

The symbiote said in Schiller's mind, "I feel a little dizzy and a little nauseous. Let's go."

Schiller said, "It seems that today's psychological consultation is over. If it is less than an hour, it will be counted as an hour. Don't forget to let Nick check out. I'm leaving first."

Schiller left decisively because he knew that this was not an accident. Someone didn't want him to stay there any longer. After all, he had to take a long detour of 5 minutes every time he went downstairs, which was still a waste of time.

Humans are always like this. When they don't have the ability to read minds, they always fantasize that someone can understand them and know what they think. But when a person really has the ability to read minds, everyone avoids him.

Of course, this is more likely due to Nick Fury's unconventional talent management system in SHIELD.

After returning to the clinic, Schiller, who hadn't slept for dozens of hours, planned to take a nap. The symbiote played him a very hypnotic music, which made him fall asleep quickly. However, before he entered a deep sleep, he was woken up by a phone call.

"What?... Then why are you looking for me? Go find Pepper."

"She's busy? Then I'm not busy? Well, I'm not busy, but don't even think about letting me go into the lab again. I really don't want to screw in the light bulbs anymore."

"Yes, yes, I know that's a great battle armor that spans the ages, not a light bulb. Can you get down to business?"

"Jarvis found something wrong with the parts storage? The number of parts is wrong? Are you sure you didn't count it wrong? Well, I know... I know you're very rigorous, but how can I help you with this? I can't make the missing parts appear out of thin air for you, no, not even magic..."

"... It's hard for me to say." Schiller paced in the living room of the clinic, "Or Maybe you should ask Jarvis about his speculation. He is not just a computer now. "

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

"No, my mind reading certainly can't be used for this kind of thing, don't joke... I can tell you that the object you think of in your mind has an 80% chance..."

After hanging up the phone, Schiller grabbed Pikachu, rubbed his cheek and said: "A solid steel fortress is always breached from the inside first. This is really hard to say."

"What trouble did the guy in the hard clothes encounter?" Pikachu asked.

"It seems that his armor lost something, and his smart butler gave an answer to a suspect he didn't want to hear. Now he is questioning his life."

"You humans always like to add unnecessary troubles to yourself." Pikachu concluded, "That kid named Parker, he was actually worried about killing the hostages inside when playing games. It's just a game. Even if the hostages died, but the kidnappers were wiped out, isn't it our win?"

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

"Otherwise, that kid always procrastinated, what can I do? You are entangled in too many meaningless things, always putting yourself too deeply, full of unnecessary worries about things that haven't happened yet, but always avoiding things that have happened."

"I really didn't expect that you, as a mouse, could say such insightful words."

"Of course, I'm Detective Pikachu."

In Stark Tower, all the lights in Stark's laboratory were turned off, leaving only some lights on the instruments flickering faintly, like stars.

Stark leaned on the lab table and sat on the ground. A symbol was jumping on his mobile phone next to him, indicating that Jarvis was there too.

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

"So you turned off all the lights?" Stark's voice was a little hoarse. He was exhausted from staying up late.

"This may relax you a little. Dim light helps relax the brain." Jarvis said.

Stark closed his eyes and changed to a more relaxed posture. He leaned on the lab table, curled up one leg, and then put his arm on it, raised his head, and said like he was talking in his sleep: "... Maybe this is retribution."

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

"We can't be sure that Mr. Obadiah is the murderer now." Jarvis said, "In the analysis, he is only about 96% likely."

"You can be more straightforward." Stark said.

"Sorry, I mean there is still a 4% chance that it is not him."

"Who is the rest?"

Mr. Schiller takes 2%, Mr. Parker takes 2%, and you take 8%. "

"Schiller? You expect a man 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 things. He is a stupid kid who will be shocked for a long time when he sees me smoking."

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

Finally, Stark felt that all the sounds in the world gradually became low, and he remembered Howard's face between half asleep and half awake.

At that time, Uncle Obadiah stood with his father, and they were all still very young.