Chapter 723: Eternal Bad Luck (Part 1)

"You mean, you want to make that Kree speaker into a potion?" Nick frowned and asked Schiller in the office of SHIELD.

"Yes, I want to verify one thing." Schiller, wearing a white coat, began to pace in the room. He said, "Remember what I told you about resurrection before? I suspect that the Kree may be able to make a potion to resurrect people."

After the single universe was reset, Schiller asked Connors to remind Nick to deal with the Kree, but naturally it did not happen. The GH potion was not made, Coulson did not die because of taking special items, and he did not resurrect because of the injection of the potion.

Although Schiller took the obelisk back after the reset, the obelisk lost its original function. Originally, Schiller thought that Death smashed the phone, but later he thought about it carefully, and there were many doubts.

If the obelisk is really the result of a deal between Death and the Kree, then is Death really willing to give up such a big customer easily? The Kree are one of the major empires in the universe. The death and killing they can provide cannot be underestimated. Just because of Schiller's harassing phone calls, she will burn the contract directly!

The last time the scale was smashed, in addition to Death being frightened by the sudden arrival of Stark's words about the resurrection of the Soviet Union, there was also the reason that the decline of the Egyptian pantheon was not as good as before. But now the Kree Empire is at its peak. Is Death really willing to give it up?

Or maybe the obelisk is just one of the calls, which is not important. The real resurrection device is still working in the Kree Empire?

Did Death just smash a phone or directly give up this business? Schiller felt that he needed to test it.

Before the universe was reset, Schiller witnessed the process of Coulson's resurrection. During this process, he clearly felt the breath of Death, that is, at that time, Death and the Kree Empire still had a deal.

And as long as the Kree Speaker is used as a material to make GH potion and use it to resurrect someone, it can be judged whether Death and the Kree Empire still have a deal now.

Nick pondered, and said: "First, the matter of using intelligent creatures to make potions..."

"You don't mean to say that you are making a moral choice, do you?" Schiller looked at Nick in surprise and asked.

Nick thought and shook his head, saying: "Don't talk nonsense, what moral choice is there? He is not a human, and his attitude was extremely bad when he was locked up. Several of our agents have complained about this."

"What I'm thinking about is who will be responsible for this experiment, who can know and who can't know. After all, the composition of SHIELD is very complicated, and important experiments cannot be started casually."

"I guess you will choose to let Natasha and Coulson know, and then hide it from others." Schiller guessed, but it can't be said to be a guess, after all. Nick has done this once, but it was just reset.

"No, what I'm thinking about is whether to let Sharon Carter know about this. After all, she is the niece of Peggy Carter, the founder of SHIELD, and should be trustworthy."

Nick stood up from behind his desk and said, "Now, there are not enough trustworthy people. Natasha and Coulson are not to mention. Ward is your man, and he is also one, but he can only fight hard and has no strategic mind."

"Hill is also okay, but she was sent out recently. After all, the solar system construction plan needs someone to watch over it. She can't come back in a short time, and there is no one to do a lot of paperwork."

"If there are still many of you, there is no problem, but if not, I have to consider who will do the clerical work."

"Where is the Mark I introduced to you before?" Schiller asked.

He was referring to Moonlight Knight. After Mark left the CIA, Schiller introduced him to SHIELD, and he should have been working for a while now.

Nick shook his head and sighed, "All CIA agents are like that. It's ok to be sent out to do intelligence work, but do you expect them to sit in the office and write reports honestly?"

"Besides, Mark came from the CIA. He knows the agents there best. He should be playing hide-and-seek with CIA agents in California now."

Nick pondered again and said, "But the potion that can resurrect people is indeed very important. Let Natasha do the preliminary experiments first. After all, Coulson must have a moral dilemma. Once the experiment is fully launched, I will let him take charge."

"What about Agent Carter?" Schiller asked. He continued, "I see that she has been with the captain recently. It seems a bit...”

Nick slapped his head and said, “Oh my God, isn’t it enough to have Coulson? Do we need a female Captain America? Who do I find to do the dirty work? !”

Nick stretched out his hand and said, “I never interfere with the emotional life of my subordinates. If they want to date, they can date. If they want to get married, they can get married. If they want to retire after forming a family, I won’t stop them.”

“But the premise is that they can’t treat their work with the high moral standards they have been infected by their partners. Most of the agents in this world do dirty work, and an agent who does dirty work wants to date the most bright and righteous Captain America in the world...”

"Forget it..." Finally, Nick sighed and said, "I'll let Natasha hint to her. The future successor of SHIELD must not be led astray by Captain America."

After discussing the matter of restarting the potion experiment, Schiller walked out of the SHIELD office and walked along the corridor. As soon as he went down the stairs, he ran into Loki who was walking upstairs with a pile of documents.

"Why are you here?" Schiller looked at Loki and asked with some confusion. At this time, Loki was still wearing a suit and tie, looking like he had just got off work on Wall Street.

"My visa has expired. I came here to renew it." Loki shook the document in his hand and said, "According to the new regulations of S.H.I.E.L.D., all non-human creatures active in the solar system must apply for visas, including robots and me."

"Before, the Father of the Gods helped us once, but that was only temporary. Now Thor and I have to renew it." Loki shrugged and said, "The passport requires ethnicity, and they must write me as the Aesir. I hope I don't need to change it again in the future."

Schiller looked at Loki's expression and found that he didn't care so much when he mentioned this issue. Moreover, if he had taken a look at the universe, he should have known that he was actually a frost giant.

Thinking of this, Schiller asked, "Didn't Odin say anything when you went back to Asgard last time?"

Loki shook his head, not knowing whether Odin really didn't say anything to him or he didn't want to say it.

Soon, the two passed by each other. After walking past, Loki suddenly remembered something. He paused, then turned back and said:

"Oh, by the way, do you remember our agreement last time? When you get that order, I will invite you to the hot springs under the World Tree."

"That order?" Schiller was stunned by his wording, and then he recalled that this order should refer to the contract signed with Death.

When Schiller first tried to reach a cooperation with Death, he worked early and late to develop a plan and then promoted it to her. Loki also participated in it. Loki did say that after this order was completed, he would invite him to the hot springs.

But the problem is that this order has never been completed.

When Schiller thought of this, he became a little depressed. Seeing him like this, Loki thought he was overworked, so he walked back, patted Schiller on the shoulder and said, "Next Saturday, the Rainbow Bridge will pick us up, and Stephen will also go. We should have a good gathering."

Schiller nodded, and then left S.H.I.E.L.D.

When he thought about the failure to sign this order, he thought about the contract he was about to get. When he thought about that contract, Schiller thought about the bad planner who rolled back the game without compensation.

On the way back, Schiller took out his mobile phone and said to the other side: "How is the progress? Didn't you say that you would leave the other party with an unforgettable memory for life?"

"What? You haven't found the place yet?" Schiller said dissatisfiedly: "Aren't you known as the most professional mercenary in the world? That's why I'm looking for you. If you can't find it, I'll find someone else..."

"It's not that I'm anxious, but a few days have passed and you haven't made any progress. I can't help but worry..."

"Clues? This is not a puzzle game. Okay, okay... Let me think about it. He should be a supreme being, existing in the universe. He can transform into thousands of incarnations and find them at will. Control the universe..."

"What! I'm crazy? ... Stop talking nonsense. I'm a psychologist. I'm in a normal state now. Jargon? If you insist on understanding it this way, it's not impossible."

"Okay, you look for it again. I hope it will be quick. My friend's anxiety disorder is not optimistic. If there is good news, it may be helpful for his treatment."

After hanging up the phone, Deadpool knocked the phone on the bar counter in a frustrated manner, muttering in a low voice: "There is no clue at all. How can it be so easy to find the place? ? "

"What's wrong? Is this mission difficult?" asked the bartender who was very familiar with him.

Deadpool took a sip of wine and said, "Don't mention it. The client asked me to punish an unscrupulous game company, but I went around all the game companies in New York and even the East Coast, and I didn't hear of any company having an operational accident."

He said with some sadness: "One of my friends has a terminal illness because of this. Only by making that unscrupulous operator pay the price can he feel a little warmth in the last moments of his life..."

"Okay, don't cry, you will dirty the bar later, this glass of wine is on me." The bartender shook his head and said as he left the bar, "Poor unemployed mercenary, this is the ninth one this month."

Deadpool, who was pretending to cry, caught a glimpse of the bartender leaving with his peripheral vision. He hurriedly picked up the glass of wine and poured it into his mouth. The spicy wine passed through his throat, choking Deadpool and coughing twice.

But then, he was really worried. He put the cup heavily on the table and said, "What the hell is that crazy psychiatrist talking about? What's the Supreme of the Universe? Controlling the universe? Where can I find such a place?"

Deadpool muttered the words Schiller told him while slowly passing out drunk on the bar.

Suddenly, he came to a strange space.

Deadpool opened his eyes in confusion. He looked down at his belt that was emitting a faint light, burped, and found that this was a magnificent temple.

In the haze, Deadpool felt that he was dreaming. After all, if it was not a dream, how could he come directly from the bar to a temple?

With this mood, Deadpool looked at every scene here like a tourist. The towering Roman columns, the candlesticks burning with blazing flames, and the gorgeous fountain in the center of the hall all made Deadpool marvel.

But when he turned his head and looked out the window, he found that there was no green grass or forest outside the window, but a starry sky.

He walked over and put his face against the glass, letting the glass flatten his facial features. Suddenly, Deadpool widened his eyes and found that the starlight outside was not a planet, but a universe containing everything.

Isn't this the highest place in the universe that the psychiatrist said?

Deadpool suddenly woke up, but he suddenly thought that this was just a dream. Perhaps he was in a hurry to complete the order. He had such a dream because he thought about it during the day and dreamed about it at night.

Anyway, he didn't know when the task in reality could be completed, so he might as well have fun in the dream. Deadpool thought so and began to touch his pockets.

Then he thought of this again. In the dream, he couldn't bring in the big surprise prepared in reality, but Deadpool would not retreat because of a small setback. If he couldn't bring in the big surprise, he could produce it on the spot.

He touched his trouser pockets and his pockets and took out the other half of the raw brown crab. In addition, he found a few moldy peanuts in his trouser pockets, a piece of kelp that was stuck in the side of his boots at some point, and even found a few mosquitoes that were smoked to death in the gap of his hood.

There was no need to talk about rationality in the dream. Deadpool thought so and started to bite the brown crab. He had no taste or smell, so it was not difficult for him to eat these things.

Of course, just like before, after eating all these things, Deadpool started to have a stomachache not long after.

Deadpool's eyes lit up immediately after finding that his plan was effective, and then he began to look around the temple.

"Let me see... The floor tiles are not good, too simple, and these floor tiles are too smooth, unlike the patterned floor tiles used by the dwarves before, the smell can't stay for too long."

"Roman columns? Too high, the smell is easy to dissipate, benches? Not easy to pose, steps? It would be nice if the other party could step on it, but this trap is too obvious... Ouch, my stomach hurts so much..."

"Huh? This fountain is good! The size and height are just right, it's tailor-made for Lord Deadpool, hurry up!"

"Pu Lu Pu Lu Pu... Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang... Pu Lu Pu Lu Pu... Bang Bang Bang... Ha, much better!"

"Ah! Wait a minute! Why is it not healed yet? Could it be that the brown crab is too bad... Ouch... Ouch... It's too late, just do it on the floor tiles..."

"My stomach!! Why does it hurt so much? ! Beep--... Beep--,, forget it, Roman columns will do... Puff puff puff bang bang bang..."

After the whole temple was about to be shit, Deadpool finally pulled up his pants with satisfaction, showing a comfortable expression and said: "Finally it's over..."

"Wait, if I'm dreaming now, I wouldn't have shit directly in the bar??? "

"No!!! That's the only place where I can drink for free!! Hurry up! Wake up! I have to solve the mess before the bartender comes back!!!"

"Whoosh", the belt flashed, and Deadpool disappeared in the temple.

And Yongheng, who had just traveled through mountains and rivers to get home from work, found that his cosmic temple had turned into a mountain of shit and a sea of ​​snow.

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