Chapter 36 Advice Before Leaving

Schiller walked over, picked up the old record player, patted it, and said, "Well...it may be broken. This kind of antique is always a little bit useless."

Daredevil couldn't see it, but he was really scared by the music just now. He said, "I never knew that this kind of antique could make such a big noise..."

Peter said, "It seems that it is just like Steve, a guy who refuses to admit his age."

Schiller warned his symbiote fiercely in his mind: "If you turn up the music so loud again, you will never drink again!"

As a result, the symbiote excitedly chattered with him in his mind, and Schiller listened for a long time before he understood.

The symbiote told him that until last night, the symbiote was not actually an adult, but just a juvenile symbiote.

Originally, symbiotes did not distinguish between adults and juveniles, but this special symbiote specially created by the God of Symbiotes was very different. He needed energy to nourish himself in order to grow.

Just last night, the symbiote discovered that he had unlocked his own gene pool, which is the code engraved in the genes of each symbiote. This code allows him to have the abilities of other symbiotes, such as splitting and reproducing, infiltrating other objects to control them, and even imitating and fabricating.

Schiller could clearly feel that the symbiote's speech became much more organized, and finally no longer sounded like the original repeater.

The symbiote told him that this was because his genetic code contained the language of the symbiote clan, which was of course the language used by the God of Symbiotes to curse on the street, which he did not know before.

Hearing this, Schiller tried to say: "Nataru?"

Almost instantly, Schiller felt a brain wave mixed with various emotions such as shock, anger, and grievance in his mind, and the symbiote seemed to be shocked.

After the introduction of the symbiote, Schiller learned that the language of their clan was different from that of humans and any other language in the world.

The language of the symbiote family is a language of catalog sequence. Every syllable they utter is actually a catalog of a large section of content, and the real content is engraved in their gene pool, which only the symbiote family can understand.

The content engraved in the gene pool is not a text that humans can understand, but a code that requires special organs to decipher. This is a very special encrypted language. Any race other than the symbiote can hear the symbiote speaking, but cannot understand what they are saying at all. This is because the content of the symbiote's speech is actually the catalog in their gene pool code.

For example, the word "Nataru", although it has only three syllables, but these three syllables, when substituted into the sequence of the symbiote gene pool, represent brain waves that last almost dozens of minutes.

And the content represented by this syllable is the sum of all the swear words in the symbiote language, which is much dirtier than the swear words in any language on Earth.

The symbiote said: "This word! You will get beaten!"

Schiller thought about it, and it was obvious that useless knowledge had increased again.

Venom is now either in Deadpool or in the culture dish of SHIELD. Other symbiotes have not appeared. Even if they did, why would Schiller follow them and curse at them? He is not the god of symbiotes.

Steve missed lunch when he came at noon. He saw Peter, who was dejected, and asked him: "You still haven't finished your homework. Wasn't staying up all night last night enough?"

"Damn all night." Schiller said, pointing his finger, and then said: "You'd better ask those two controllers how they were treated yesterday. I could hear the sound of them rubbing their skills yesterday from two streets away..."

"Don't say that, it sounds too old-fashioned." Pikachu said.

Steve waved his hand and said, "Okay, don't interrupt, let's get down to business. I may have to go on a mission recently, of course, it's not a big deal, I want to take Peter with me, just in time for him to exercise."

"You have to ask Stark about this, after all, Peter signed a contract with him first."

"Does that rich guy want Peter to stay in those suffocating laboratories? What kind of person does he want to train Peter to be? A sissy like him?" Steve said.

Schiller said, "It just so happens that I will be away for a while recently. Before that, I will meet Stark again, but I'm not sure if he will agree to hand Peter over to you. After all, you know, you don't have a good impression of each other..."

"You are leaving? Where are you going?" Steve asked.

Schiller shook his head and said nothing. Finally, Matt said, "I think Peter should go with the captain. It's not that I'm partial, but Peter seems to have never left the town where he grew up. Boys shouldn't be like this."

"I'm going to the West. It's been a long time since I last went there, but I remember the scenery there is quite nice."

Peter was already somewhat tempted. Matt was right. Because of the family's tight financial situation, Peter had never traveled since he was a child. The farthest place he had been was just the suburbs of New York. When it comes to the West, which American boy doesn't have a cowboy dream?

Seeing Peter looking at him expectantly, Schiller raised his hands and said, "Okay, okay, I'll go and convince Stark. But you'd better take it easy. Going out is different from doing experiments in the laboratory. Peter, if you get hurt, your aunt will definitely shed a liter of tears."

Peter covered his forehead. He wanted to go crazy.

Steve said, "You'd better not have such high expectations. Don't think this is really a trip. Boy, if you don't do well, the first one to beat you up will not be the enemy, but me."

"Who is your enemy?" Schiller said, "Of course, I just want to know things within my confidentiality level. Apart from that, I have no interest."

Steve said, "In fact, they are not difficult to deal with. S.H.I.E.L.D. has discovered some secret spies in the West. It may not be accurate to say that they are spies. They should be called killer organizations."

"They seem to call themselves ninjas. They come and go without a trace. I don't know who hired them. They killed a state legislator. In fact, this is not a big deal, but it seems that their leader has a bigger plan, and I just need one. Warm-up activities. "

Matt stood up and said, "It's the Hand. Erica told me that their organization wants to come here to find the dragon bones, but there has been no progress, so they took orders locally and committed many murders..."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. may not be unaware of this. They haven't made any big moves yet, which means that the situation should still be within the controllable range." Schiller said, "More importantly, if S.H.I.E.L.D. wants to know the conspiracy behind them, they have to be patient."

Matt sat down again. He knew that S.H.I.E.L.D. had been eyeing him and his girlfriend Erica for a long time. Their lack of action now did not mean that they would not take action in the future. Erica was a killer of the Hand after all, and was hired by Kingpin. Matt had to find a way to get her out.

Schiller patted his shoulder and said, "I know what you are worried about. You are not afraid of your own shadow, but your girlfriend may not be. You don't want her to be a spy to save her life, because it is equally dangerous, but I can give you a suggestion."

"Although I don't know what the dragon bone is, it must be a good thing, otherwise the hand will try every means to find it. Do you think Kingpin will like such a good thing?"

Matt quickly understood what he meant. Although they are all bad people, they may not come together, especially when they have a conflict of interest, maybe Erica can find an opportunity to get out of it.

After Steve left, Schiller was taken to Stark Tower by a special car. Stark stayed in his laboratory again, tinkering with the mechas. Schiller shook his head and said, "If you keep going like this, it's not me who will become a vampire, but you."

Stark twisted the wrench hard and said, "You don't know what the army said to me yesterday. Ha, they want my mechas. Guess what they want to do with them?"

Schiller didn't answer him. Stark was silent for a while and stood up. He threw away the wrench, looked at his mecha and said, "You are right. I can't give up what the enemy wants. Now they want to turn my mecha into a war machine. Machines, should I dismantle them? "

Stark said to himself: "Even if I dismantle all the mechas, what will I get? Will the world be peaceful? Will there be no more wars? ... They will only change their ways, and the result is that the people who should have been saved by me will no longer have a chance. "

"I know you don't want to give it to them. You should have rejected them harshly, and then they will show a step-back attitude. They will say, "Okay, we don't want your mechas, just give us some ordinary weapons. "Right? "

Stark pursed his lips, he knew Schiller was right, this was an old trick of those people.

"Do I really have to choose S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Stark said.

He walked over from the lab table, pulled a chair and sat down, leaning back on it tiredly. He said, "What makes me most tired is that you know every path is a trap, but you still have to choose one."

"I don't know if Howard knew things would turn out like this when he founded SHIELD. But I think he should know, because he is smart, as smart as you, Stark, but he still chose to do it."

"You also want me to side with SHIELD? If I choose SHIELD now, it will indeed save me a lot of trouble. As long as SHIELD doesn't let go, no one can take my mecha from me, but I always feel that this decision will bring me more trouble."

"Do you have a third way?" Schiller asked.

"I don't think I have, but you don't have to say it so directly."

"You don't have a third way, but you still have another choice, which is not to choose."

"But..."

Before Stark could refute, Schiller said:

"You are trapped in a vicious circle of thinking, always thinking that you must really choose one side, but it is not the case. You can keep dragging it out, and if one of the parties blames you, then you can give him some hints, such as the other party's offer is more favorable, and you are already tempted..."

Schiller said: "You didn't realize that this is a complete buyer's market. You choose whoever you want, not because who puts more pressure on you, but only because they offer better conditions."

"And who can offer conditions that will make Stark, the world's richest man, excited? I think as an unprecedented rich man and scientific genius, no one should question your slightly higher asking price, right?"

Stark showed a very complicated and tangled expression, and said: "You mean... I want to be like a woman who has two boyfriends at the same time, pretending to follow whoever performs better, but in fact I don't follow anyone, but just enjoy their courtesy as a matter of course."

"I have to say, Stark, your damn metaphor completely reflects your damn character." Schiller said.

Stark was not ashamed but proud to spread his hands and said: "Who is the guy who understands women's hearts the most? It's me, the charming Stark."

Schiller said: "Jarvis, the surveillance in Pepper's office should have been useful yesterday, right? I can't wait to see the heroic appearance of Mr. Stark who understands women's hearts the most."

"Damn... Jarvis, you didn't break down yesterday? You still turned on the camera?? Hey, don't, don't call the screen, okay, I admit that there are some women I don't understand, and the best of them is Pepper."

Jarvis beeped twice and said: "Ms. Pepper has been connected for 23 minutes."

Stark jumped up from the chair.

"Just kidding, sir." Jarvis said. Schiller continued: "Who is the guy who understands women's hearts the most? It's Jarvis!"