Chapter 347 S: Glorious Event (Twenty-Six)

In the office of SHIELD, Nick just picked up the coffee cup and took a sip of coffee when Natasha came in with a document. She lowered her head and flipped through the documents and said, "Director, there are 26 items waiting to be confirmed today. In addition, there are several tasks piled up yesterday..."

"Okay, I know, you leave it there, I will finish it as soon as possible."

Natasha was about to go out when her cell phone rang. She picked it up and said, "Hello?...Oh, yes, but he is very busy now. Okay, I will tell him."

"Director. It's a call from Stark. He asked me to ask if you are free this afternoon. Please go to Stark's laboratory to see the experimental results. They are jointly conducting material research with Wakanda. A sample has been produced..."

"Please make an appointment for me at 5 pm today."

"Director!" Coulson walked in, waved to Natasha, then walked up to Nick and said, "Professor Arkham... I mean, Professor Rodriguez, just called to ask if you are free at noon. He wants to meet you for lunch at noon and talk about his plan..."

"Lunch? I'm afraid I don't have time for lunch. Let's make an appointment at 2 pm."

"Wait." Natasha turned back and picked up the form and said, "No, Director, have you forgotten? I have to meet the director of the SHIELD at 3 pm. One hour is not enough to get there..."

Nick was thinking, and at this moment, Steve pushed the door and said, " The superhero team plan is only one step away. Oh, you are here too, Nick, can I have a word with you?"

Just then, a portal appeared in the air with a "sizzle". Strange poked his head out from inside. He looked down at Nick on the ground. Nick looked up at him. Strange said, "Come with me. Loki wants to talk to you about establishing diplomatic relations with Asgard. This is a big deal..."

Before he could put his head back, another head popped out from the portal. It was Wanda. She stroked her red hair and said, "Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.? Professor X wants to talk to you about something..."

Before he could finish, another head popped out. Venom opened his mouth wide and showed a mouthful of sharp teeth, just like As if he was going to bite Nick's head off, he said impatiently: "The one called Lan Ling is looking for you, hurry up!"

Nick covered his forehead and said: "Why do you have to come one by one, instead of finding a place where everyone can communicate together and make everything clear?"

At this time, two hands stretched out from the portal and pressed down all three heads below. Schiller stuck his head out and said: "Good question, I was just about to discuss this plan with you, don't you think it's time to set up a special organization?"

Two hours later, in the reception room of Arkham Sanatorium, Nick picked up the bottle from the table and poured a little wine into his glass. Strange leaned on the back of the single sofa to take a nap.

Stark took a blueprint and made perfect use of his free time. Schiller was still writing his medical records. Loki stood by the window and untied the braids that Frigga had braided for her.

This is what Charles saw when he walked in. He said, "Sorry, I'm a little late. After all, my legs and feet are not very convenient..."...

After that, he asked Quicksilver, who was pushing the wheelchair, to go out first. Stark saw that everyone was almost there, and he said, "To be honest, we should deal with this problem as soon as possible. Wouldn't it be better to set up an organization earlier? As a result, it is still a mess and the efficiency is so low."

Nick shook his head and said, "It's not that simple. Look at the people sitting here. If we want to unite, I'm afraid many people will not be able to sleep."

"But if we don't unite I didn't get up, and I didn't sleep. "Strange covered his eyes, looking very sleepy. He said, "I'm busy enough dealing with Kamar-Taj and the Sanctuary every day. The one-way communication between us takes up all my spare time."

"Who isn't?" Stark said with a pout, "I have to spend a lot of time every day on this extremely inefficient communication network. It's just a bunch of shit."

"Okay, so suppose we are going to set up an organization now to deal with these messy cosmic wars, interstellar diplomacy and other matters, then what should this organization be called?" Strange asked.

"I think it should be called Light..." Before Stark finished saying the name, Schiller interrupted him immediately: "Why not call it the Alliance of Glory?"

"But..."

"No buts, forget about that unlucky name."

Nick looked at him very puzzled and said: "Last time when I discussed with you what to call the superhero team, you rejected my proposal and said it was unlucky. Why is it unlucky?"

"Don't ask me. If I say that the power I most want to have in this organization is the right to name it, of course, I am also very democratic. If you are not satisfied with the name of the Alliance of Glory, then you can change it. Anyway, as long as it is not the one in your mind, it will be fine."

"Forget it, what's the important thing?" Strange said nonchalantly: "The name is the least important thing. Although the Sanctuary of the Holy is called the Sanctuary of the Holy, it is now a customer service center. Although Kamar-Taj is called Kamar-Taj, it is now a comprehensive magic technology research institute..."

"I think you might as well call it the 'Unethical Alliance'." Stark said pointedly, but Schiller shook his head and said, "Don't say that. Professor X is very secure in terms of morality."

"Yeah, if it weren't for him, your moral bottom line would be bottomless."

"Okay, the name is indeed just a code name. Let's think about something practical. The most important thing is, where should the base of this organization be located? How should the contact network be built? How can efficiency be maximized?"

At this time, Schiller cleared his throat, and everyone's attention was attracted to him. Seeing his expression, Stark suddenly had a bad premonition. Sure enough, Schiller said, "...Do you know what the Mind Palace Theory is?"

Half an hour later, Nick rubbed his eyebrows and said, "How many years have I not listened to a class like this? I feel like my brain is a ball of pulp now."

"I understand the principles you said, but what does this have to do with us building a base?... Wait, you don't want to build this base in a dream, do you?" Stark looked at Schiller and said. …

"This is the way to maximize efficiency." Schiller explained: "During the day, everyone is busy. Nick is busy with SHIELD, Tony is doing research, Strange is managing the Sanctum Sanctorum, Loki is going back to Asgard for confinement, Professor Charles is also in charge of the mutant school, and I am in charge of the sanatorium."

"Then why don't we use the time at night? All problems can be solved by dreaming. If such a good thing happens when I am working, I will wake up with a smile in my dream."

Stark stretched out a finger and said: "First, how do we connect our dreams?"

Charles glanced at Schiller and said: "Perhaps in your opinion, the consciousness space is not real and dreams are false, but in fact, it is not the case."

"If you must use The scientific way to explain it is brain waves. Human brain waves are real, so the consciousness space also exists. As long as the brain waves can be connected, a true spiritual connection can be achieved. "

"Perhaps you have heard of my ability. In fact, I use brain waves to connect to other people's brains."

"When your brain waves are connected to my brain at the same time, it is equivalent to your brain waves being connected. In this way, we can achieve spiritual connection and appear in the same dream."

"A few days ago, when Professor Charles and I were studying this topic, we had already made an experiment. It was a base in a dream, with all the functions it should have. We can try it first and then make adjustments..." Schiller said that he was well prepared.

Charles looked at the expressions of several people and said, "I can assure you that this dream will only reveal what you want to reveal."

Charles' expression was still very kind, but his next words were a little creepy. He said, "If I really want to do something with my ability, then no one has secrets in front of me."

Charles has never revealed the upper limit of his ability, so no one knows how far he can go. Compared with magnetism, psychic ability is a more obscure power. Maybe it doesn't have such gorgeous light and shadow effects on the surface, but it is more deadly.

Loki asked a question: "I am not a human, you can also..."

Charles smiled and said: "Intelligent life, all beings are equal."

Everyone looked at Charles' face. His face was very old, his eyes were still kind, and he didn't see any aggression, but people saw a strong aura in him that was comparable to Magneto.

"Wait, if you can connect people's brains, does that mean you can form a mind network, does that mean you can form a supercomputer made of human brains?"

Watching Stark's eyes gradually light up, Charles said calmly: "Theoretically, I can connect all human brains, and such a mind network is much stronger than any supercomputer, but I can't do that."

"Humans are not computers, their brains are also equipped with emotional modules. Once their brains are used to start computing, it is very likely to affect their emotions, or greatly compress the emotional modules in their brains, which will cause them to lose their ability to communicate. "…

Stark said with some regret: "Indeed, this is also a problem."

"Charles and I have been doing similar research. If there is any result, we will tell you as soon as possible, but in short, let's try it tonight to see if you can enter the base in the dream."

At night, Stark was busy in the laboratory. Peter sorted out the documents on the desk and said, "Mr. Stark, I will go back first. If it is late, my aunt will be worried."

"Okay, go." Stark turned his head and looked at the sky outside. It was actually very late now, but he didn't want to rest at all. He just wanted to finish this project quickly.

Just as he stared at a model carefully, he felt a wave of sleepiness, and his vision was a little blurry. Stark squeezed his eyes hard, and then rubbed his eye sockets with his hands, trying to make himself more awake.

He felt his breathing slow down and he was having trouble breathing, so he found a chair to sit down. Within two seconds, he fell on the lab table.

Peter, who forgot to take something and turned back, saw Stark lying on the table as soon as he returned to the lab. He walked over and took a closer look, and found that Stark's chest was rising and falling regularly, and he must have fallen asleep.

When Peter walked back, he heard a voice saying to him, "Turn off the lights."

Peter thought it was Stark who said that, so he walked to the wall and turned off the lights, but after he walked out the door, he felt that the voice didn't sound like Stark's, and it didn't seem to be spoken by mouth, but more like it sounded in his heart.

He used his spider sense to sense it, but didn't find anything unusual, so he thought that Stark was too sleepy and changed his tone, and didn't take it seriously.

At this time, Stark found himself in a white space. He took two steps forward and found a beach in his sight. The waves hit the coast, making a relaxing sound. On the beach, there stood an old manor with a lighthouse at the end of the manor.

When the light from the lighthouse shone over, Stark instinctively squinted his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in the room. Schiller stood up from the sofa in front of the fireplace and said to Stark:

"You are finally here."