"You're saying you're going to make that Kree Speaker a potion?" In S.H.I.E.L.D. office, Nick asked Schiller with a frown.

"That's right, I want to verify one thing." Schiller, dressed in a white lab coat, began to pace around the room, saying, "Remember what I told you about the resurrection? I suspect that the Kree might be able to make a potion that resurrects people. ”

After the monolithic universe was reset, Schiller asked Connors to remind Nick to deal with the Kree thing, but naturally it didn't happen, the GH potion was not made, and Coulson didn't die because he went to get a special item, and he didn't come back to life because of the injection.

Although after the reset, Schiller took the obelisk back, but the obelisk lost its original function, originally, Schiller thought that death smashed the phone, but then after thinking about it carefully, there are many doubts in it.

If the Obelisk is really the result of Death's deal with the Kree, is Death really willing to give up such a big customer so easily? The Kree are one of the great empires of the universe, and the death and killing they can provide cannot be underestimated, just because of Schiller's harassing phone calls, she will directly burn the contract!

The last time the scales were smashed, in addition to death being frightened by the sudden arrival of Stark's resurrection of the Soviet Union, there are also reasons why the decline of the Egyptian god system is not as good as before, but now the Kree Empire is at its peak, is death really willing to give up?

Or maybe the obelisk is actually just one of the phone calls, and it doesn't matter, and the real resurrection device is still working in the Kree Empire?

Whether death was just a phone call or just gave up the business, Schiller felt that he needed to experiment.

Before the universe was reset, Schiller witnessed the resurrection of Coulson, and in this process, he felt the breath of death very clearly, that is, 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 create GH potions, which can be used to resurrect someone, you can determine whether there is still a deal between death and the Kree Empire.

Nick groaned, and he said, "First of all, the matter of making potions from intelligent creatures ......"

"You don't mean to say you're making a moral choice, are you?" Schiller asked, looking at Nick in surprise.

Nick shook his head in thought and said, "Don't say stupid things, what are the moral choices?" He's not human, and he's been locked up in an extremely bad manner, and several of our agents have complained about it. ”

"What I'm thinking about is who is in charge of this experiment, who can know and who can't, after all, the composition of S.H.I.E.L.D. is very complex, and it is not something that can be started casually."

"I'm guessing you'll choose to let Natasha and Coulson know about it, and hide it from the others." Schiller guessed, but it can't be said to be speculation, after all. Nick had already done this once, only to be 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 former founder of S.H.I.E.L.D., and should be trustworthy."

Nick stood up from behind his desk and said, "Now, there are not enough trustworthy people, Natasha and Coulson will not talk about it, Ward is your man, and he can be regarded as one, but he can only punch hard, and he has no strategic mind." ”

"Hill is okay too, but she has been sent abroad recently, after all, the solar system construction plan needs someone to keep an eye on it, and she can't come back in a short time, and no one does a lot of copywriting work."

"If there are still a lot of you, that's fine, but if not, I'll have to think about who does the clerical work."

"What about the Mark I introduced you earlier?" Schiller asked.

He was referring to the Moon Knight, whom Schiller introduced to S.H.I.E.L.D. after Mark left the CIA, and should have been working for a while now.

Nick shook his head, sighed and said, "The agents who came out of the CIA are like that, it's okay to be sent abroad to do intelligence work, you expect them to sit in the office and write reports honestly?" ”

"And Mark is from the CIA, and he knows the agents best over there, and he should be playing hide-and-seek with the CIA agents in California right now."

Nick pondered again and said, "However, the potion that can revive people is indeed very important, the early stage

Let Natasha go to the experiment first, after all, Coulson must have a moral dilemma, and once the experiment is fully launched, I will leave it to him to be responsible. ”

"And what about Agent Carter?" Schiller asked, and he continued: "I think she seems to have been in a bit of a ...... with the captain lately."

Nick slapped his head and said, "Oh my God, isn't one Coulson enough?" Do you want a female version of Captain America? So who am I going to do the dirty work?! ”

Nick stretched out his hand and said: "I will never interfere in the love life of my subordinates, they can talk about falling in love if they want to, they can get married if they want to get married, and if they want to retire after forming a family, I will not stop them." ”

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

"Forget it......" Finally, Nick sighed and said, "I'll let Natasha hint at her, the future successor of S.H.I.E.L.D. can't be spoiled by Captain America." ”

After discussing the resumption of the potion experiment, Schiller walked out of the S.H.I.E.L.D. office and down the hallway, and as soon as he got down the stairs, he ran into Loki, who was walking up with a stack of papers.

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

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

"Before, the Father of the Gods helped us do it once, but it was only temporary, and now Thor and I have to do it again." Loki shrugged his shoulders and said, "The passport needs to be filled with race, they must write the Aesir God Clan on me, I hope I don't need 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 asked this question, and if he had taken a look at the universe, he would have known that he was actually a frost giant.

Thinking of this, Schiller asked, "Didn't Odin say anything the last time you went back to Asgard?" ”

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

Soon, the two passed by, and after walking over, Loki suddenly remembered something, he paused, then turned back and said:

"Oh, by the way, remember the last time we agreed? When you win that order, I'll invite you to go to the hot springs under the World Tree. ”

"The order?" Schiller was stunned for a moment by his wording, and then he recalled that this was supposed to refer to the contract with death.

On the first attempt to reach a cooperation with death, Schiller got up early and worked out a plan and then sold it to her, and Loki was also involved, and Loki did say that when he was done with this order, he would invite him to the hot springs.

But the problem is that this order is never done.

At the thought of this, Schiller became a little depressed, and when Loki saw him like this, he thought he was overworked, so he walked back, patted Schiller on the shoulder, and said, "Next Saturday, the Rainbow Bridge will pick us up, and Stephen will go too, so it's time for us to get together." ”

Schiller nodded, and then left S.H.I.E.L.D.

As soon as he thought that this order could not be signed, he thought of the contract he was about to get, and when he thought of that contract, Schiller remembered the dog plan that was not compensated.

On the return trip, Schiller took out his mobile phone and said, "How's it going?" Didn't you say you wanted to leave a memory for the other person that will last a lifetime? ”

"What? You haven't found a place yet? Schiller was quite dissatisfied and said: "Aren't you known as the most professional mercenary in the world?" That's why I'm looking for you, and if you can't find it, I'll look for someone else......"

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

"Clues? Again, this is not a puzzle game, okay, okay...... Let me think that he should be a supreme being, existing in the universe, and he can incarnate thousands of people and manipulate the universe at will......"

"What!

Am I crazy? …… Don't talk nonsense, I'm a psychiatrist myself, and I'm in a normal state now, black talk? If you don't understand it that way, it's not impossible. ”

"Okay, you can look for it again, I hope it can be soon, my friend's anxiety disorder, the condition is not optimistic, if there is good news, maybe it will also be beneficial to his treatment."

After hanging up the phone, Deadpool knocked the phone on the countertop of the bar in frustration and muttered in a low voice: "I don't even have some clues, how can it be so easy to find a place??" ”

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

Deadpool took a sip of wine and said, "Don't mention it, the client asked me to punish an unscrupulous game company, but I've turned around all the game companies in New York and even on the East Coast, and I haven't heard of any companies that have had an operational accident." ”

He said with some sadness: "A friend of mine is terminally ill because of this, and only by making that unscrupulous operation pay the price can he feel a little warmth in the last moments of his life......"

"Okay, don't cry, I'll stain the bar again later, I'll invite you with this glass of wine." The bartender shook his head, and as he left the bar, he said, "Poor unemployed mercenary, this is the ninth of the month. ”

Deadpool, who was faking to cry, caught a glimpse of the bartender's departure, he hurriedly picked up the glass of wine and poured it into his mouth, the spicy liquor passed through his throat, and the choked Deadpool coughed twice.

But then, he was really a little sad, and he put the cup on the countertop and said, "What the hell is that beep-mad psychiatrist talking about?" What universe is supreme? Controlling the Universe? Where am I going to find a place like this? ”

Deadpool muttered the words Schiller had told him as he slowly collapsed drunk on the bar.

Suddenly, he came to a strange space.

Deadpool opened his eyes a little confused, and he looked down at his shimmering belt, burping, and realized that it was a magnificent temple.

In the haze, Deadpool felt like he was dreaming, after all, if it wasn't a dream, how could he go straight from the bar to a temple?

With this in mind, Deadpool looked at every scene here like a tour, the towering Roman columns, the burning candlesticks, and the gorgeous fountain in the center of the main hall.

But when he turned his head to look out the window, he found that outside the window was not a grassy meadow or a forest, but a starry sky.

He walked over and pressed his face against the glass, letting the glass flatten his features, and suddenly, Deadpool's eyes widened, and he realized that the stars outside were not planets, but universes containing everything.

Isn't this what the psychiatrist called the supremacy of the universe?

Deadpool suddenly woke up, but it suddenly occurred to him that it was just a dream, perhaps because he was in a hurry to complete the order, thinking about it day and night, so he had such a dream.

Anyway, I don't know when the task in reality can be completed, so it's better to have a good time in my dreams, Deadpool thought like this, and began to touch his pockets.

Then he thought about it again, in his dream, he couldn't bring in the big surprise prepared in reality, but Deadpool wouldn't retreat because of a small setback, the big surprise couldn't be brought in, he could produce it on the spot.

He fumbled in his trouser pocket and coat pocket to find the other half of the raw brown crab, in addition to that, he also found a few moldy peanuts in his trouser pocket, found a kelp on the side of his boot that he didn't know when, and even found a few mosquitoes that had been smoked to death in the gap of his hood.

There was no need to talk about any rationality in the dream, Deadpool thought so, hugged the brown crab and began to nibble, he had neither taste nor smell, and it was not difficult for him to eat these things at all.

Of course, just like before, after eating all of them, it didn't take long for Deadpool to start having a stomachache.

Realizing that his ploy was working, Deadpool's eyes lit up and he began to look around the temple.

"Let me see...... The floor tiles are not good, they are too simple, and this floor tile is too smooth, different from the patterned floor tiles used by the dwarves before, and the smell can't stay for long. ”

"Roman columns? It's too high, the smell dissipates easily, bench? Bad posing, steps? It would be nice to get the other person to step on it, but this trap is too obvious...... Ouch, my stomach hurts so much......"

"Huh? This fountain is nice! The size and height are just right, it's just tailor-made for Deadpool, hurry up! ”

"Puff puff...... Bang bang...... Puff puff ...... Bang bang bang...... Ha, much better! ”

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

"My belly!! Why does it hurt so much?! Beep ——...... Forget it——,, the Roman column is okay...... Puff puff bang bang ......"

After the whole temple was dying, Deadpool finally put on his pants with satisfaction, showed a comfortable expression and said, "It's finally over......

"Wait, if I'm dreaming right now, I'm not going to be right in the bar???"

"No!! That's the only place I can drink for free!! Hurry, hurry, hurry! Wake up! I've got to get rid of the mess before the bartender returns!! ”

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

And Eternity, who had just waded through mountains and rivers to get home from work, found that his cosmic temple had turned into a sea of mountains and snow.