Chapter 723: Eternal Bad Luck (Part 1)

"You mean, you want to make that Kree speaker into a potion?" Nick frowned and asked Schiller in the office of SHIELD.

"Yes, I want to verify one thing." Schiller, wearing a white coat, began to pace in the room. He said: "Remember what I told you about resurrection before? I suspect that the Kree may be able to make a potion to resurrect people."

After the single universe was reset, Schiller asked Connors to remind Nick to deal with the Kree, but naturally it did not happen. The GH potion was not made, Coulson did not die because of taking special items, and he did not resurrect because of the injection of the potion.

Although Schiller took the obelisk back after the reset, the obelisk lost its original function. Originally, Schiller thought that Death smashed the phone, but later he thought about it carefully, and there were many doubts.

If the obelisk is really the result of a deal between Death and the Kree, then is Death really willing to give up such a big customer easily? The Kree are one of the major empires in the universe. The death and killing they can provide cannot be underestimated. Just because of Schiller's harassing phone calls, she will burn the contract directly!

The last time the scale was smashed, in addition to Death being frightened by the sudden arrival of Stark's words about the resurrection of the Soviet Union, there was also the reason that the decline of the Egyptian pantheon was not as good as before. But now the Kree Empire is at its peak. Is Death really willing to give it up?

Or maybe the obelisk is just one of the calls, which is not important. The real resurrection device is still working in the Kree Empire?

Did Death just smash a phone or directly give up this business? Schiller felt that he needed to test it.

Before the universe was reset, Schiller witnessed the process of Coulson's resurrection. During this process, he clearly felt the breath of death, that is to say, at that time, Death and the Kree Empire still had a deal.

And as long as the Kree Speaker is used as a material to make GH potion and use it to resurrect someone, it can be judged whether Death and the Kree Empire still have a deal now.

Nick pondered, and said: "First, the use of intelligent creatures to make potions..."

"You don't mean to say that you are making a moral choice, do you?" Schiller looked at Nick in surprise and asked.

Nick thought and shook his head, saying: "Don't talk nonsense, what moral choice is there? He is not a human, and his attitude was extremely bad when he was locked up. Several of our agents have complained about this."

"What I'm thinking about is who will be responsible for this experiment, who can know and who can't know. After all, the composition of SHIELD is very complicated, and important experiments cannot be started casually."

"I guess you will choose to let Natasha and Coulson know, and then hide it from others." Schiller guessed, but it can't be said to be a guess, after all. Nick has done this once, but it was just reset.

"No, what I'm thinking about is whether to let Sharon Carter know about this. After all, she is the niece of Peggy Carter, the founder of SHIELD, and should be trustworthy."

Nick stood up from behind the desk and said, "Now, there are not enough trustworthy people. Natasha and Coulson are not to mention. Ward is your man, and he is also one, but he can only attack hard and has no strategic mind."

"Hill is also okay, but she was sent out recently. After all, someone needs to keep an eye on the solar system construction plan. She can't come back in a short time, and there is no one to do a lot of clerical work."

"If there are still many of you, there is no problem, but if not, I have to consider who will do the clerical work."

"Where is the Mark I introduced to you before?" Schiller asked.

He was referring to Moonlight Knight. After Mark left the CIA, Schiller introduced him to SHIELD, and he should have been working for a while now.

Nick shook his head and sighed, "All CIA agents are like that. It's ok to be sent out to do intelligence work, but do you expect them to sit in the office and write reports honestly?"

"Besides, Mark came from the CIA. He knows the agents there best. He should be playing hide-and-seek with CIA agents in California now."

Nick pondered again and said, "But the potion that can resurrect people is indeed very important. Let Natasha do the preliminary experiments first. After all, Coulson must have a moral dilemma. Once the experiment is fully launched, I will let him take charge."

"What about Agent Carter?" Schiller asked, and he continued, "I think she seems to have some..." with the captain recently.

Nick slapped his head and said, "Oh my God, there is a Isn't Coulson enough? Is there going to be a female Captain America? Who should I find to do the dirty work? ! "

Nick stretched out his hand and said, "I never interfere with the love life of my subordinates. If they want to date, they can date. If they want to get married, they can get married. If they want to retire after forming a family, I won't stop them."

"But the premise is that they can't treat their work with the high moral standards they have been infected by their partners. Most of the agents in this world do dirty work, and an agent who does dirty work wants to date the most bright and righteous Captain America in the world..."

"Forget it..." Finally, Nick sighed and said, "I'll let Natasha hint to her. The future successor of SHIELD can't be led astray by Captain America."

Xiao Shuting

After discussing the matter of restarting the potion experiment, Schiller walked out of SHIELD's office and walked along the corridor. As soon as he came down the stairs, he met Loki who was walking up with a stack of documents. .

"Why are you here?" Schiller looked at Rocky and asked with some confusion. At this time, Rocky was still wearing a suit and tie, looking like he had just gotten off work from Wall Street.

"My visa has expired. I'll come over and apply for it again." Loki shook the document in his hand and said, "S.H.I.E.L.D.'s new regulations require all non-human creatures operating in the solar system to apply for a visa, including robots. Including me."

"Before, the Father of the Gods helped us apply for it once, but it was only temporary. Now Thor and I have to apply again." Loki shrugged and said: "The passport requires race, so they must give it to me. Write Æsir, I hope I don’t have to change it again in the future.”

Schiller looked at Loki's expression and found that he really didn't care that much when he raised this issue. Moreover, if he had taken a look above the universe, he would have known that he was actually a Frost Giant.

Thinking of this, Schiller asked: "Last time you returned to Asgard, didn't Odin say anything?"

Loki shook his head. He didn't know if Odin really didn't say anything to him, or if he didn't want to say anything.

Soon, the two passed by each other. After walking past, Loki suddenly remembered something. He paused, then turned back and said:

"Oh, by the way, do you remember our agreement last time? When you win that order, I will treat you to a hot spring bath under the World Tree."

"That order?" Schiller was stunned by his wording, and then he recalled that this order should refer to the contract signed with death.

When he first tried to cooperate with Death, Schiller worked out a plan from dawn to dusk, and then pitched it to her. Loki was also involved. Loki did indeed say that after completing this order, he would be invited to join the party. spa.

But the problem is, this order has never been completed.

Thinking of this, Schiller became a little depressed. Seeing him like this, Loki thought he was overworked, so he walked back, patted Schiller on the shoulder and said, "Next Saturday, come to the Rainbow Bridge." Pick us up, Stephen will go too, it’s time for us to have a good gathering.”

Schiller nodded and left SHIELD.

When he thought about whether the contract could be signed, he thought about the contract he was about to get. When he thought about that contract, Schiller thought about the dog plan of not paying compensation.

On the way back in the car, Schiller took out his mobile phone and said to the other party: "How is it going? Didn't you say you wanted to leave the other party with an unforgettable memory?"

"What? You haven't found a place yet?" Schiller said rather dissatisfied: "Aren't you the most professional mercenary in the world? That's why I'm looking for you. If you can't find it, I'll Looking for someone else..."

"It's not that I'm anxious, but a few days have passed and you haven't made any progress at all, so I can't help but worry..."

"Clue? This is not a puzzle game, okay, okay... let me think about it, he should be a supreme existence, existing in the universe, he can incarnate into thousands of things, and control the universe at will..."

"What! Am I crazy?... Stop talking nonsense. I am a psychiatrist myself. My current state is normal. Black talk? If you don't understand it that way, it's not impossible."

"Okay, you can keep searching. I hope it can be done soon. My friend's anxiety disorder is not optimistic. If there is good news, it might be helpful for his treatment."

After hanging up the phone, Deadpool knocked the phone on the bar counter in frustration, muttering in a low voice: "There aren't even any clues, how can it be so easy to find the place??"

"What's wrong? Is this mission difficult?" asked the bartender who was familiar with him.

Deadpool took a sip of wine and said: "Forget it, the client asked me to punish an unscrupulous game company, but I have visited game companies in New York and even the East Coast, and I have never heard of any company having an operational accident. ”

He said with some sadness: "A friend of mine suffered from a terminal illness because of this. Only by making that unscrupulous operator pay the price can he feel a little warmth in the last moments of his life..."

"Okay, don't cry. I'll dirty the bar again later. I'll treat you to this drink." The bartender shook his head and left the bar, saying, "Poor unemployed mercenary, this is the month. The ninth one.”

Deadpool, who was pretending to cry, caught a glimpse of the bartender leaving with his peripheral vision. He hurriedly picked up the glass of wine and poured it into his mouth. The spicy wine passed through his throat, making Deadpool choke and cough twice.

But then, he became really worried. He placed the cup heavily on the countertop and said, "What the hell is that crazy psychiatrist talking about? What about the supreme being of the universe? Controlling the universe? I want to go there." Where can I find such a place?”

Deadpool was mumbling the words Schiller told him while slowly falling drunk on the bar.

Suddenly, he came to a strange space.

Deadpool opened his eyes in confusion. He looked down at his shimmering belt, burped, and found that this was a magnificent temple.

In the haze, Deadpool felt that he was dreaming. After all, if it wasn't a dream, how could he go directly from the bar to a temple?

With such a mood, Deadpool looked at every scene here like a tourist, including the towering Roman columns, the candlesticks burning with blazing flames, and the gorgeous fountain in the center of the hall. Deadpool was amazed by them all.

But when he turned to look out the window, he discovered that there was no green grass or forest outside the window, but a starry sky.

He walked over and pressed his face against the glass, letting the glass flatten his features. Suddenly, Deadpool's eyes widened. He discovered that the stars outside were not planets, but contained one after another. The universe of all things.

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Isn't this what the psychiatrist said is the highest place in the universe?

Deadpool suddenly woke up, but he suddenly thought that this was just a dream. Perhaps he had such a dream because he was eager to complete the order, thinking about it day by day, and dreaming about it at night.

Anyway, I don’t know when the task in reality will be completed, so it’s better to just have fun in the dream. Deadpool thought like this and started to touch his pockets.

Then he thought about this again. In the dream, he couldn't bring in the big surprise he had prepared in reality, but Deadpool wouldn't back down because of a small setback. If he couldn't bring in the big surprise, he could give birth where he was.

He felt around in his trouser pockets and clothes pockets and pulled out the other half of a raw bread crab. In addition, he also found a few moldy peanuts in his trouser pockets and a strip of peanuts on the side of his boots. I don't know when the kelp got stuck, and I even found a few mosquitoes that had been smoked to death in the gaps of my hood.

There is no need to talk about rationality in the dream, Deadpool thought this way, hugged the bread crab and started to eat it. He has neither taste nor smell, so eating these things is not difficult for him at all.

Of course, just like before, after eating all these things, Deadpool started to have a stomachache after a while.

Realizing that his strategy worked, Deadpool's eyes immediately lit up, and he began to look around in the temple.

"Let me see...the floor tiles are not good. They are too crude. Moreover, these floor tiles are too smooth. They are different from the patterned floor tiles used by the dwarves before. The smell will not stay for long."

"Roman pillars? They are too high and the smell dissipates easily. Benches? It is difficult to pose. Steps? It would be good if the opponent can step on them, but this trap is too obvious... Oops, my stomach hurts too much... …”

"Huh? This fountain is nice! The size and height are just right. It's tailor-made for Mr. Deadpool. Come on, come on!"

"Puff, puff, puff... bang, bang, bang, bang, bang... puff, puff, puff... bang, bang, bang... ha, much better!"

"Ah! Wait a minute! Why isn't it healed yet? Could it be that the bread crab is too bad... Ouch... Ouch... It's too late, just put it on the floor tiles..."

"My belly!"

Why does it hurt so much? ! Beep——...Beep——,, forget it, Roman columns will do the trick... Puff, puff, puff, bang, bang, bang..."

After the entire temple was in ruins, Deadpool finally pulled up his pants with satisfaction, showed a comfortable expression and said: "It's finally over..."

"Wait a minute, if I was dreaming now, wouldn't I just be in the bar???"

"No!

! It was the only place I could drink for free!

Quick, quick, quick! Wake up! I have to fix this mess before the bartender comes back!

! "

With a "swish", the belt's light flashed, and Deadpool's figure disappeared into the temple.

And Eternal, who had just returned home from get off work after trudging through mountains and rivers, found that his temple of the universe had turned into a mountain of shit and a sea of ​​snow.