Chapter 139 R: The Bat Incident (Twenty)

Chapter 139 R Bat Event (Twenty)

On the roof of Stark Tower, Schiller put the stopper on a jar, which contained a ball of black mucus. Gray Mist was communicating with Venom through brain waves. Venom said, "Don't you feel guilty for deceiving such a simple boy?"

"You said it as if you were not an accomplice. If he didn't have too few negative emotions in his heart to induce a black tide of fear, I wouldn't want to resort to such a desperate measure."

"And..." Schiller paused and said to Venom, "I find that you have great potential in making movies. The scene of Stark's death that you made up really scared Peter."

"I know that bastard too well. From He will only have one trick at the end, and sooner or later he will come true. "Schiller sighed, more like relaxation. He said:" Those diverse guys will come so early, indeed I expect to scare them away without using this trick. Dangerous and uncontrollable, you can only choose one among the hosts you have parasitic. "It is just like we are good, but you'd better not change the host easily, and don't eat the head on the street, otherwise I will let the gray fog bite you. After standing on the rooftop for a while, footsteps were heard behind him. Nick came over and stood side by side with Schiller. Nick said, "This time the commotion is really big, right?"

"What? Beyond your expectations? Chief Director?"

"I'm not a chief director, just like you, do you still want to call yourself a stage worker?"

""Isn't it?" Schiller didn't turn his head to look at Nick, but kept looking at the lights on the New York skyline. He said, "Don't tell me that the belief in the Bat God has become more and more popular among vampires in recent years. It's just a coincidence."

"Don't tell me that it's just a coincidence that the prophecy of the coming of the Bat God was spread just before the moderates wanted to manipulate the election."

"Who knows, there are so many coincidences in this world."

"Yes, it's a special coincidence of SHIELD, and all the final interpretation rights belong to you. "

"Let's talk about the good news," Nick said, crossing his arms. "The bats infected by the lizard serum can't be used, right? The raw materials are becoming more and more scarce, and we have encountered difficulties in production..."

"Where is the address of the sanatorium?"

"It's still Manhattan, you know, it's closer to their residence."

"However, it's too late to build a new sanatorium. There is an old bank built in the 1930s. His new owner left because he couldn't pay the inheritance tax. Construction will start there tomorrow."

"How much usable bat raw materials are left?"

"The police and SHIELD agents suffered heavy casualties on the battlefield. Less than one in ten people can be sent out to hunt them down. Among them, there are many untrained recruits who can't even hold a gun steadily. The fuel inventory of the freezing gun is not much, and we have no way..."

"So how many did you report?"

"Only 12 are left. We only have 12 precious bat raw materials with immortality factors." Nick shrugged.

"Too many." Schiller said without thinking: "Only two are left. Connors has a good long-term freezing technology. Freeze the remaining 10 first and put them in your SHIELD warehouse. When the price rises a thousand times, slowly sell them."

"Isn't it a bit too exaggerated? Thousands of armed police forces and hundreds of SHIELD agents only caught two when the bats were defeated?"

"Thousands of people and hundreds of agents? You underestimated the cruelty of this war. At the end of the pursuit, there were only 10 armed police and only one agent left. Such data is not too exaggerated, right?"

"Okay, but the problem is that Natasha, Coulson, Hawkeye and Daisy will have to go out for activities in a while. Who do you plan to let sacrifice?" Nick asked.

"Don't even think of any excuses like injury. Hawkeye has been injured more than 80 times this year, and his medical insurance quota has been used up four times. Daisy has also been seriously injured more than 20 times..."

Schiller touched his forehead and said, "It's not even summer yet, and you've already reimbursed all their quotas. Don't you really plan to leave some redundancy to deal with emergencies?"

"Emergency? There are emergencies every day at SHIELD."

"Okay, if you're willing to increase my medical fee a little bit, I'll convince Osborn and Stark to take on the project of rebuilding the Brooklyn Bridge."

"In the name of charity? There's not much room for maneuver here, after all, everyone can see the bridge being built."

"If this scale of charity event can't meet your requirements, then launch a larger scale, which you should be more familiar with than me..." Schiller waved his hand and said.

"Send war correspondents, photograph post-war ruins, publicize the cruelty of war, mobilize charitable organizations, hold fundraising dinners, stars, celebrities, brands, parties..."

"If this is still not enough, then announce sanctions against vampires."

Nick sighed and said, "So far, our course of action is still conservative. There are many reasons for this. The Security Council will not agree to launch large-scale sanctions."

"If you are willing to give them one of the only two precious raw materials, I think they should be tempted, right?"

"Are you going to deceive even your own people?"

"Don't talk nonsense, there are only two, and the remaining 10 are emergency reserve funds of SHIELD, but they haven't had time to cash them out yet."

On the roof of Stark's building, Schiller and Nick looked at the bright lights of New York at the same time. The scene is in the Stark Building, and Stark is lying on the bed. He is wrapped like a mummy. He looks at Peter walking around in front of him and says, "Hey, stop turning. You're making me dizzy."

"When will the doctor come? There shouldn't be any traffic jams at this time?"

As soon as Peter finished speaking, Strange's voice appeared outside the door with footsteps. He said, "How I wish I was seeing a corpse named Stark."

He walked in, looking sleepy. He was obviously woken up from the bed in the middle of the night. He straightened the monitoring equipment next to him in a bad mood. Peter poked his head and asked, "Doctor Strange, should Mr. Stark be okay? He's a bit seriously injured..."

"If he was really seriously injured, what you see now should be It's the priest, not me."

Strange pulled out the pillow Stark was resting on roughly, and Stark's head hit the corner of the bed. He screamed and said, "You unscrupulous quack! Are you trying to murder me? !"

"I am unscrupulous, but I am definitely not a quack."

Stark muttered a few words and said, "You doctors are all the same..."

"Okay, the examination is over, you are fine, you should be able to live to death, pay the money, and send me back to sleep."

Stark looked him up and down and said, "What did you check? You just turned the instrument on and off. Don't think I don't understand these things. Who do you think you are facing now? I am Stark, don't try to fool me."

Strange said impatiently, "Then check yourself, Take me back."

"Don't leave in a hurry, I have a big business to discuss with you." Schiller appeared outside the door, and he handed a plan to Strange. Strange took it and took a look, and said: "Stark-Osborn Joint Pharmaceutical Company, General Counsel Appointment Letter?"

"What kind of company is this?" Strange said puzzledly: "Why didn't I know that Stark and Osborn had joined together, and it was a pharmaceutical company?"

He flipped through the appointment letter and said: "Besides, I'm a neurosurgeon, I won't be a drug salesman."

"You might as well turn to the last page and look at the number."

Strange looked up at Schiller, half-believing and half-doubtingly turned to the end of the appointment letter, and then focused his eyes on the number.

In a second, he closed the employment letter, coughed twice, straightened his collar, stuffed the employment letter into his briefcase and said, "I am now employed by New York Presbyterian Hospital, and the contract has not expired yet. You can't let me violate my spirit of contract."

"I know, of course I know, I am also a person with a strong sense of contract." Schiller smiled and said, "The employee cafe upstairs should still be open, let's talk about it in detail."

After the two doctors left, Stark and Peter stared at each other, and Stark said, "So, where is my examination?"

At this time, Connors walked in. He heard what Stark said, and he said, "Although it has been several years since my last clinical medical experiment, I can also reluctantly check you."

"Oh, no! Wait! No, I think I'm fine!"

"Don't worry, I have rich experience in battlefield medical treatment." As he said, he came over and lowered the upper part of Stark's bed at once, and Stark screamed in pain.

Peter hesitated and wanted to stop Connors's violence, but Connors glanced at him and said, "Peter, Dr. Ethan called you up, maybe there is something wrong."

Peter paused for a few seconds, first looked at Stark who was covered in bandages, then looked at Connors whose scales had not yet faded, and then ran away in Stark's indignant eyes.

Stark used his only movable left hand to hit the bed board and said, "This heartless boy! If it wasn't for saving him! How could I be injured like this?"

Connors held a diagnosis report and said, "Now there is good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

"Don't play this trick on me, tell me both."

"The good news is that there is nothing wrong with your spine and nervous system. The bad news is that the problem is with the thing in your chest."

Stark stiffened for a moment, and he said, "There is nothing wrong with this thing in my chest."

"Ethan told me the general principle of the reactor on your chest. Although my strengths are in biology, I have also dabbled in mechanics and physics. Your physical examination report tells me that there are big problems with this thing."

"In order to provide more power to the mecha, you used too much palladium. As it stands now, if you don't think of a solution, you will die of poisoning sooner or later."

Stark turned his head away. Obviously, he didn't want to discuss this issue. Connors put down the report, looked into Stark's eyes and said, "You understand this better than anyone else, but you just won't change. I believe your friends before should have advised you, but you are really the most unwilling to listen to advice I have ever seen."