Chapter 538 When Will the Cycle of Revenge End? (Part 1)

"Loki has defected!"

Schiller, who was sleeping soundly in the clinic, held up his phone and said, "What? What defection? Who?"

"Loki!" Strange emphasized the name, and then said with an exaggerated mouth shape, "Loki, the eldest princess of Asgard! She defected from Asgard! She stabbed her brother before leaving!"

"The eldest princess? When did she become the eldest princess?" Schiller's focus was completely wrong. He barely sat up from the bed, sat on the bedside, leaned against the headboard, and covered his eyes with his hands, obviously still sleepy.

"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 title of prince as a man, but insisted on being the eldest princess?"

"Is this the point?!"

"Strange was almost fooled by Schiller, he said loudly: "The point is, Loki defected! She even stabbed Thor! Now she is missing!"

"Oh."

"... Hello? Hello?!"

"Snap!", Strange threw down his phone, took a deep breath, looked at Stark next to him and said: "I said this trick would definitely not fool him, doesn't he know what Loki is like?"

"It seems that words alone can't fool him." Steve next to him said with his arms folded, Stark "snorted" and said with some disdain: "Since words can't fool him, let's make some noise."

Strange turned around, looked at Stark and said: "I say, Tony, you and Schiller, the two of you..."

"Schiller wanted to help you, so he went around in circles and created the I am 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, and the only person who didn't know about it was you."

"Now, you want to repay his favor, so you plan to go around in circles to deceive Schiller and make him the only person who didn't know about this plan. Do you... have a problem with your brain?"

Steve was happy, patted Strange on the shoulder with a smile, and then said: "Is this the first day you met them? Do you still need to ask this question?"

Natasha, who had just come back from smoking, came over and looked at Strange and asked: "How is it? He should have hung up the phone, right?"

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

But Natasha would not indulge him. The female agent rolled her eyes and said, "Yeah, when they were going to let me seduce Schiller, I thought, it's a good thing they didn't let me seduce you..."

Natasha set her eyes on the part below Stark's chest and above his thighs, then moved her eyes up to look at Stark's face, then moved her eyes down to look at that part, and finally gathered her hair, "snorted", and turned away.

Any man should understand what this means. Strange slightly widened his eyes and looked at Stark with a gossipy expression. Steve slightly rolled his eyes, coughed twice, and looked away.

Stark hammered the table in anger. Strange looked around, walked past Steve, and then bumped Steve's back with his shoulder, whispering, "When Natasha came to the United States, was she here to be an undercover agent at Stark Industries?"

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

"What are you talking about?! What are you talking about?!" Stark shouted loudly. He stretched out his hand, shook a finger and said, "First of all, we are both innocent... Well, I admit that I looked at her twice more when she first came."

Facing the very disapproving looks of Strange and Steve, Stark took a deep breath and said, "Well, more than twice, but she is very beautiful, and everyone loves beauty."

"But there is nothing between the two of us. Not long after she came, I was kidnapped to Afghanistan."

"To be honest, although she is beautiful, her inner qualities are far inferior to Pepper. I am not the kind of superficial, boastful playboy who only stares at women's faces."

"Oh, oh, yes!" Strange made a series of strange noises. He looked up, looked at the ceiling and said, "Jarvis, you must connect with Pepper. Miss's communication, otherwise the innocent boy's play will be in vain. "

Steve rushed up and stopped Stark from swinging his fist. He took his shield, knocked it and said: "Before, when you were at the Avengers base, you said you wanted to repay Schiller for a favor, so you made a plan. What about the specific information of the plan? You haven't told us yet."

Stark put down his fist, rubbed his wrist, and said: "Some things are not easy to talk about here. Let's go to the base of the Glorious Alliance tonight. By the way, there are many victims in this incident caused by Schiller. I will ask Professor X to call them all over..."

In the clinic in Hell's Kitchen, Mark sat opposite Schiller's table. He seemed a little nervous, with his hands straight on his knees and his waist very tight. 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. The specific treatment will depend on the results of the examination."

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

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

"What's wrong?"

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

"I don't know what happened. Yesterday, I was assigned a task to provide security for Stark's technology exhibition. You know, this kind of task is not dangerous, not to mention that the person being protected is Iron Man."

"In theory, this should be a training for newcomers, but who knows that the newcomers who have just finished training have other jobs, and only I accepted this useless job."

"I know that this is my superior picking on me, but I have no choice. After seeing Stark, both he and I were impatient. Everyone knows that this is just a routine. It's called security, but it's actually surveillance."

"No I don't know why, I fainted in the bathroom halfway through. I suspect that it might be that personality that came out again. "

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

"Bandaged Killer? They actually gave you such an ugly nickname? It seems that your journey as a superhero is not smooth. "

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

"But it doesn't matter, right? You said you are a bandaged killer, and no one can see your face. And you can sit here, which means Stark doesn't intend to pursue you. "

"Stark doesn't intend to pursue me, but my colleagues..." Mark had a complicated expression on his face, with shock and confusion.

"I don't know what happened to them recently. They suddenly became very attentive, and even made me feel a little scared."

"It has been rumored for a long time that I want to resign. No one would care about a person who is quickly forgotten. But who would have thought that this morning, someone brought me breakfast and bought me a newspaper..."

"My boss, who has always been difficult to deal with, not only approved my resignation letter instantly, but also increased my insurance coefficient before I resigned, so that I can have extra money to come to you for medical treatment..."

Mark put one hand on the table, holding his forehead, with a puzzled look on his face. He Said: "How did they suddenly figure it out?"

Schiller smiled and said: "Maybe it's because an existence you don't know has been here, so they are afraid."

Mark didn't understand Schiller's riddle, but soon, Schiller continued to ask: "So, you have left the CIA now?"

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

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

Mark's eyes widened slightly, and he asked: "You want me to work for SHIELD? But I don't have experience in dealing with supernatural events."

"It's okay. Experience is something that is created from nothing. SHIELD Director Nick is in great need of people now. As a former psychologist of SHIELD, I am happy to do my old boss a favor and recommend him an excellent employee."

Mark hesitated for a moment, but when he turned to the first page of the job application notice and saw a series of numbers on it and a bunch of numbers below, he closed the job notice with a "snap" and looked at Schiller and said:

"Give my regards to my new boss."

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

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

Schiller flipped through the medical records in his hand and said, "We have been in contact with this for a while before. Your situation is very rare. Generally speaking, the first personality split out of 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 more stable."

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

"But now, you have a third personality that is forming, and this third personality is more sound and stable than both of you."

"This irregular situation is very rare, as if there is no fundamental reason, it is just splitting randomly."

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

Mark's face turned pale. Schiller saw what he meant and said, "However, the cause of personality is only a proposition to be studied in the academic field. Regarding the practical application of treatment, we are in agreement."

"Since your newly formed third personality is the most sound and stable, we can try to guide it and let it form faster so that it can take over your daily life."

"When he is conscious, I am unconscious? Isn't that equivalent to him replacing me?"

"In most cases, it is like this. For ordinary people, you are unconscious when other personalities replace you, but..." Schiller changed the subject and said: "You are not an ordinary person, you are a believer of the moon god Kongsu, and you are also my patient."

"I can teach you how to use your own consciousness space, and Kongsu can help you in terms of power, allowing you to build buildings in the consciousness space. When your mental strength becomes stronger, you can also be aware of what is happening in the real world."

Mark saw that behind Schiller, Kongsu's tall figure appeared, and the empty skull eye sockets stared at him. Mark took a deep breath. He was almost fed up with this kind of life where he lost consciousness from time to time. Accepting this proposal would not make the situation worse.

Schiller put the medical records in front of him together, looked at Mark and said: "During this period, 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, Schiller went downstairs with him and introduced the location of the guest rooms on the first floor. At this time, Peter, who was carrying a schoolbag, just walked in. Schiller pointed at him and said:

"Peter, you'd better not let me find you staying up late playing games until 3 a.m., go to bed early tonight."

Peter scratched his head, smiled embarrassedly, nodded, and then ran up the stairs in two steps.

Schiller, who was arranging a guest room for Mark, heard Peter running up the stairs and muttered:

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

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