Chapter 1288: The Bat Behind (Part 1)

Although his thoughts were full of twists and turns, in fact, only a few seconds had passed in the outside world. Stark and Strange saw Schiller lying on the bed in a daze for a few seconds. They just thought that it was a relapse of mental illness. 衱

Psychiatric patients often show this kind of behavior, especially Stark, who is familiar with psychology, understands that short intermittent daze is the manifestation of their illness.

So, when Schiller suddenly proposed to go to the Mercury base, Stark and Strange, who had been arguing endlessly, rejected him firmly and unanimously.

"Forget it, Schiller. There's no way! There's no scenery on Mercury. It's closer to the sun, and it won't make your condition better. Although I don't want you to stay in the hospital, you must have a guardian by your side... except Nick!"

"I agree with Tony on this point." Strange glanced at Stark, snorted and said, "Paying too much attention to the progress of something is not good for your mental state. It may aggravate your obsessive behavior, or you can go to the Himalayas for another two months of recuperation. That's close enough to the sun..."

"I mean, the construction of the Mercury base has been going on for so long, and I haven't even seen it with my own eyes. I should go and see it. After all, I am also involved in the plan." Schiller explained with a smile.

"Schiller, we are not excluding you from the plan, but it is very dangerous to send you to another planet when your brain wave abnormality has not been resolved."

Connors pushed his glasses calmly and continued to explain: "I mean, the sun and Mercury will be very dangerous."

Just as Schiller was about to speak, Connors interrupted him and added: "From the data, our sun and Mercury are pretty good, and there is no need to change them for the time being."

"I don't know when you will tell a cold joke again." Schiller said dissatisfiedly: "It's not even as funny as what Nick said."

"Don't mention that damn vampire!" Otto snorted coldly. He was also an insider and participant in the multiverse plan, so he said: "He hopes that I can contact the isotopes in other universes and provide them with a job with extremely high labor intensity, many requirements, but extremely low wages, and it is best to be full of gratitude..."

Schiller turned his eyes aside. He would not say that he actually wanted to provide this job.

"It seems that you have caused public outrage." Batman's voice sounded in Schiller's mind: "You must have done something to cause dissatisfaction among your friends. I advise you to pretend for a while and discuss other matters after you are discharged from the hospital."

"Why are you talking so much?" Schiller replied very dissatisfiedly. He snorted in his heart and said, "What did I do? I did it for their good!"

"When you said this, I could already imagine what crazy things you did." Batman hit the nail on the head. 衱

Just as Schiller was about to explain, the mobile phone on the bedside table rang. He wanted to reach out to take it, but the tentacles behind Stark moved faster.

"Hello?" Stark picked up the phone and said. After hearing the voice on the other end, he frowned suddenly, and then said very firmly: "No, you can't let him return to work. Doesn't SHIELD have sick leave? ... What? Only funeral leave?"

"How many days of funeral leave can you take? Natasha took three days? Then I think Schiller should also... What? Natasha sacrificed more than 50 times to get three days?"

"Nick Fury!" Stark called out the name of the person on the other end of the phone. His tone was not very friendly. He said quickly: "Schiller needs Take a break! We all agree on this, why are you different? "

Stark changed his hand to hold the phone, took a deep breath and said: "You stay up all night every time you discuss those damn macroeconomic plans! Not to mention, he is responsible for the finances of Tianjian Bureau, the finances of SHIELD, and the mental health of the agents. Now you even want him to teach the agents. What do you think of Shiller? Your money-making tool? ! "

"He thinks of himself as a money-making tool, so can you think of it as a money-making tool? ! Don't be so unreasonable! Nick, I'm warning you You, although Howard is still in the fairy galaxy, he will be able to create a set of violent Nick armor within two hours, and I can! It is a mentally handicapped. "" If Bruce in that world has half of your talent, you don't have to worry about your hair every day. "Schiller sighed, and then said in my heart:" I plan to take a step back.

After that, regardless of how Batman responded, Schiller directly said to Stark: "Nick told me a long time ago that he wanted me to be a lecturer for SHIELD agents, before you insisted on keeping me in the hospital for treatment."

"Don't expect us to pay attention to first come first served!" Stark blocked all Schiller's explanations as soon as he opened his mouth. "No way, no way! Just like Connors said, you have to make sure that your abnormal brain waves have been eliminated..." 衱

"Okay, but I don't want to stay in the hospital."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Is Stark Tower not okay?" Schiller said, looking into Stark's eyes.

Stark was stunned for a moment, and suddenly, the state of shutting down the brain and not being bewitched disappeared. He stammered: "Why are you going to Stark Tower? Don't you hate me asking you to turn on the light bulb?"

"I heard that your latest experimental armor has made some breakthroughs. I want to go and see it. What do you think?"

Stark showed a hint of hesitation on his face, and Schiller added fuel to the fire: "I just rejected the proposal to go to Kamar-Taj for recuperation."

"Okay, I'll go and get discharged."

"Tony Stark!" Strange stared at Stark with wide eyes, as if he was looking at a traitor. Stark made a face at him as he walked to the door, and his brisk steps betrayed his equally brisk mood.

"As easy to coax as a dog, right?" Schiller said in his heart as he watched Stark leave.

"Are you talking about yourself?"

Batman used another question to express his affirmation. Before Schiller could speak, he continued, "You didn't take a step back. You were really happy to get the consent."

"Shut up." Schiller said unhappily.

Soon, Stark came back and called a shuttle dedicated to the Stark Group. Schiller opened the window directly and boarded the private air transport equipment.

The shuttle flew across New York quickly. Batman looked down at the city through Schiller's vision. Schiller was about to ask him if he was curious about it, but Batman said: "It looks a bit like a combination of Gotham and Metropolis. Chaos is accompanied by order, darkness is full of light, modern and retro, advanced and backward, with a contradictory beauty." "Batman, do you know?" When Schiller closed his eyes and took a nap on the seat of the shuttle, Greed came to the theater again. He put his hand on the back of the chair, turned his head and looked at Batman and said, "Maybe in the future, I will tell everyone that you can predict the future... Can you really not?" "This is not intuition." Batman shook his head and said, "I lack This sudden inspiration, or rather, I traded this ability for a stronger ability to plan ahead. "

"Before I came here, I had asked Pride what I would see, and he gave me a preliminary introduction to your results."

"You mean, he turned a surprise trip into a boring and tedious tour?" Greedy curled his lips and said, "It fits his old-fashioned nature."

"No, I think what he expressed is far less than what I saw with my own eyes, and there will be more surprises on this trip."

"Ding Ding Ding!"

The sound of the shuttle arriving at the station suddenly woke Schiller up. He took a deep breath, stood up, and walked to the window of Stark Tower.

Then he discovered that Batman might really be able to predict the future, because as soon as his feet landed, a part of the armor flew over his scalp with a "whoosh", followed by a "bang", and Stark at the other end of the room fell directly to the ground.

Iron Man, who only had one arm armed, got up from the ground with a dizzy head. He took a deep breath and cursed: "You damn rebellious son! When will you listen to me?"

Schiller stood in front of the window speechlessly, watching Stark wipe his nosebleed, limping to the display stand of his armor, and re-hanging the flying part.

"Major progress in materials science?" Schiller teased.

"Part." Stark replied: "What I want is not just progress in materials science. I am studying real intelligent armor, not the kind of intelligence controlled by Jarvis, but to make steel a part of me, directly controlled by my thoughts, similar to a neural connection without physical contact."

Stark also took off the armor on his arm, slowly hung it back on the display stand, then walked to the side of the experimental table, picked up the design drawing, and wrote and drew on the display stand of the armor.衱

He didn't seem to mind that Schiller didn't understand these technological creations at all. He just muttered while writing:

"I know, this sounds a bit incredible. How can nerves be connected over a long distance? But I found that the bioelectricity emitted by the human brain when controlling nerves is actually very regular."

"As long as I add 'nerves' to my battle suit, not the kind of nerves that humans have, but something more solid and reliable, and then use this regular frequency to control the nerves inside the metal, I can have a battle suit that is truly connected to my mind..."

"This will solve the problem that no matter how much I develop artificial intelligence, I still have to convey commands through other intelligent creatures. I know Jarvis can calculate very quickly, but he is gone now. He is a real life, not my slave. I have to learn to be independent, and so does my suit."

"So this time, did you hit a truck?" Schiller deliberately asked about something else. He found that Stark's suit hanging on the display rack had some collision marks. Although he didn't know whether it had collided with a truck, it was obvious that it had not collided.

"It doesn't matter. The key to this technology is not strength." Stark insisted.

Just as Batman was observing these strangely shaped steel parts through Schiller's vision, suddenly, there was another commotion at the window.衱

A black-haired man in a black robe, a golden cape, and a horned crown walked in from the shuttle entrance and exit, saying loudly as he walked:

"Tony Stark, I really have to say something about you! Nick called me and said that you kidnapped Schiller, don't you know? SHIELD is short of agents and is almost going crazy. You can't stop Schiller from teaching the agents..."

Stark looked at Loki, who was full of vigor, and showed a fake smile. Suddenly, he turned sideways and moved his eyes behind him, saying, "What is that?"

"Don't play this childish trick with me!" Loki snorted coldly.

"Bang!"

The part that hit the back of Loki's head drew a smooth arc in the laboratory and flew back to Stark's arm.

Stark walked to Loki, who was lying on the ground, and said, "Now, who is childish?"

Loki, who was lying on the ground, slowly clenched his fists, while Batman stood with Schiller.

"Who is he?"

"What a weak god."

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