Chapter 2274: Late Autumn in Golden City (38)

"On the eve of the end of the war, nothing could break into Stark Tower, but that doesn't mean Pepper wouldn't get hurt. There were several explosions on the edge of the building, and the building shook severely. Pepper was too fragile, and she broke her arm and possibly two ribs." Stark said slowly.

"What's more serious is her mental problem. I don't think the war scene scared her. She is a very strong person. She has survived countless disasters, and this time is no exception."

"I think the problem is always the relationship between us." Stark was a little excited. He hammered the guardrail with his other hand and said, "She doesn't believe that I chose to give up the fight for Stark Tower at the last minute. She began to be confused about who her lover is. She doesn't know whether to believe the evidence published by the media. Her mind is splitting."

"I must be with her, but when everyone points the finger at me, I must quell the bigger trouble, otherwise she can't survive."

Stark closed his eyes painfully and said, "If I don't go with them or run away by myself, they will definitely accuse Pepper of harboring a criminal."

"My last name is Stark. They will honestly follow the legal procedures for the sake of the Stark Group, but Pepper is just My secretary has almost no one to rely on except me. I can't imagine what they will do to Pepper to find out my whereabouts. Even if it is just imprisonment, Pepper can't stand it in her condition. "

"You are wrong." Schiller commented in a tone of telling facts: "If you are not a lunatic who is born ruthless and ungrateful, don't do things that only lunatics would do. If you do, you must make up your mind to cut off your feelings and thoughts in advance."

"I don't need you to repeat all this again." Stark roared: "It's meaningless to stand here and talk about it after everything has happened. Is this all you have? Doctor? !"

"I'm not a psychiatrist." Schiller shook his head and said: "But I must frankly admit that some of my actions have led to your current situation, so I can give you some useful advice."

"What is it?" Stark stared at Schiller's eyes, but didn't see much information from his distracted eyes.

"Pepper needs company, but you can't be with her. You know she won't go with you until she makes the final choice, and her physical condition can't support your compulsory and almost kidnapping behavior."

Stark was silent, but he had to admit that Schiller's summary was very accurate. He could hardly find any way to treat Pepper.

Bai Can is not a good person, but although he often looks like a crazy villain who disregards the consequences for the benefit, as long as he is still for the benefit, he is not a pure lunatic.

What was reversed was his view of good and evil, and only his view of good and evil. The rich emotions in Stark's mind were still with him, but this time he cast them all on Pepper.

"What do you suggest?" Stark asked, staring into Schiller's eyes.

"The only one who can accompany her is Stark. Since you can't, let someone else go."

Stark shook his head and said, "Do you think I haven't thought about it? But he has no body, just an electronic consciousness. Stark Tower is now closed down, and Pepper is also being investigated by the FBI. The two of them can't meet at all."

"If your backup consciousness can't go to the real world, let Pepper become an electronic life."

Stark stared at Schiller blankly, and he raised his voice a little incredulously and said, "What?"

"You know how to back up your own consciousness, so you can upload Pepper's consciousness to the computer in the same way, which can avoid federal investigation. The FBI's investigation of him can also allow her to have your company. "

"This... this won't do." Stark grunted and said, "This is very dangerous, and, and what about her body?"

"Leave it to the superheroes, Captain America, Spider-Man, and even Nick, the director of SHIELD. When they know that this is an unconscious injured body, and if something goes wrong with the body, it may cause Pepper's death, they will definitely ensure the safety of this body."

Stark was stunned for a while and suddenly realized that, yes, superheroes are like this. They pursue procedural justice. If a person is guilty, he must go to court for trial and cannot be killed in private.

Pepper's condition is so serious that she has lost consciousness. No matter what the FBI wants to do, the heroes will definitely protect her. This is related to what they pursue most, and they will definitely do their best.

Stark looked at Schiller with a complicated expression. He said, "You used all the psychological treatment you gave to those superheroes to do this, to manipulate them and take advantage of them?"

"I said, I'm not a psychiatrist."

Stark took a deep breath until his chest was filled. He turned his head to one side and said, "You know what I'm thinking now. You will laugh at me for being cowardly, hesitant, and indecisive."

"It's human nature not to want to share what you truly love with others, but don't forget what gave you the advantage over Pepper."

Schiller's words were blown into Stark's ears by the wind. He had never hated the sound of the wind as much as today, because the noisy noise made Stark unable to tell whether it was sincere advice or manipulation.

But even if it was poisoned honey, Stark had no other choice, because he knew Schiller was right.

Before the final battle, Pepper had no hesitation. She did not admit that the evil Iron Man, White Can, was Tony Stark. She thought it might be something disguised as him, and she never gave him a good face.

What really shook Pepper was that in the final battle, White Can gave up fighting with the electronic consciousness Stark for control of the Stark Group in order to resist foreign enemies. This made Pepper realize that the evil Stark was also Stark, and Stark loved her.

It can be said that this is the culprit of Pepper's poor mental state. Accepting the love of the evil Iron Man made her feel guilty, but she could not deny this love. This was the most torturous self-pull.

Stark understood that only by taking a step back like this could Pepper see his love more clearly. The strongest rope that can manipulate a person is not gratitude, but guilt.

"You've done very well before." Schiller spoke again. He took a small step forward. Stark had almost no place to stand. His strong presence made Stark unable to ignore his words.

"You accepted the arrest of the FBI for Pepper. She must have seen it and made her weigh one point on your side."

"Is it a good thing that she can't access electronic consciousness? Maybe not. Many times, only by comparison can we make firm choices."

"What do you think your backup consciousness will say to her? Do you want her to be grateful to you? Of course not. He will only scold you in front of Pepper for giving up and you deserve to be arrested."

"But if human emotions can always stand firmly on the side of justice, there will not be so much confusion. When all a person's thoughts are based on emotions, if you talk too much about justice with her, it will only push her further and further away."

Stark's hands were clenched tighter and tighter. He felt his palms sweating and his arms stiff.

"Do you think I should do this?"

"Of course, and most importantly, once Pepper makes a choice, our righteous hero Stark will not cling to her like you do. It is more likely that he will feel collapsed and disappear."

Stark pursed his lips, stared into Schiller's eyes and said, "You are more despicable than I thought, Schiller, I simply can't describe it."

"You will never find an accurate word to describe me, never before, and never in the future. You will only know a new me all the time. How does this make you feel?"

Stark raised his head slightly in pain, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, his head tilted to one side, his arms spread wider, and his body stuck to the railing.

"People all over the world should see your manipulative skills, so that they will never call me a manipulative person again." Stark gritted his teeth and said, "You damn psychopath."

"I've said it before, don't define me easily, because you will always know a new me through something."

Schiller took a step back and finally made way for the room. Stark looked like a corpse that suddenly fell from a cross, looking embarrassed and staggering.

He knew that he suddenly lost his composure. Such tension was not entirely due to the fatigue brought by the successive wars and interrogations, but more because of Schiller's oppression.

The Schiller he saw today was different from the one he knew before. He knew too well how to use everything he could to oppress others.

When he sublimated this expertise into art, and then turned this skill into instinct, almost no intelligent life could resist it.

Stark walked into the bedroom holding the door frame, and then walked through the bedroom back to the corridor. He felt soaked, as if he had just fallen into an ice hole and was pulled out again, so that he didn't want to look back and see Schiller standing by the door and watching him go.

At the corner of the stairs, he still couldn't help looking back. Schiller stood in the shadow in front of the door. His figure against the light showed a kind of evil and divinity, which made people want to escape in fear, but also want to worship him.

"It's rare that Schiller would give such useful advice directly." Pamela commented after retracting the vines.

She turned her head to look at Natasha, but found that Natasha's face had turned black, so she couldn't help but ask curiously: "What's wrong? Ma'am, why are you worried?"

"For the IQ of these damn idiots." Natasha kept glancing at Pamela with her eyes, and the meaning was already written on her face.

Pamela looked at her puzzledly.

Natasha sighed and said, "Why don't you understand? When Schiller told you it was over, it meant that it was just beginning."

"First money, then goods, first goods, then money, it's all a trick of fickleness. No one can take anything away from him without paying a price. It's just that some Schillers will clearly mark the price, while others will force you into a desperate situation and then let him take whatever you want."

"Is it really that scary?"

"Do you really think this is the end?" Natasha asked Pamela: "When he was at his most vulnerable, he ran to Schiller for help, and Schiller kindly pointed out a clear path for him. The two of them parted ways, perhaps never to see each other again?"

Pamela frowned slightly.

"You mean, it's not that simple?"

Natasha nodded helplessly.