"You mean, after you stayed there for a few days, the biggest problem you discovered was... he might steal electricity?"
Nick Fury asked Coulson while standing in SHIELD's office, holding a newspaper.
Coulson also knew that this report was really like something he had to get up early in the morning to work on because he was hungover the day before and had no time to write it. The above conclusion is only a bottle of whiskey away from nonsense.
Nick Fury took the report and took a deep breath. His mouth was opened, but he still paused for a moment, obviously speechless.
He said: "Actually, I have always disagreed with the rating standards for Agents of SHIELD. Coulson, I think you are my most powerful argument against this standard, aren't you?"
"Uh..." Colson rubbed his hands in embarrassment and said, "Actually, it's not that we didn't observe anything. We found that there might be a tunnel underground in his clinic..."
"I should really ask Nurse Jenny to come and test you for drunk driving. Colson, you wrote on it 'observed targets often suddenly appearing in other places about a hundred meters outside the clinic', and your conclusion is..." …Maybe there’s a tunnel under the clinic?” Nick Fury said.
"Actually, I know that he may have the ability to teleport." Coulson said, he crossed his arms and frowned: "But according to the cases we have come across, teleportation always has the moment of landing. We arranged around We used hundreds of micro cameras, but none of them captured anything unusual."
Nick Fury said: "Then add a few hundred more. He is very important to us now, and he is the most difficult opponent to deal with. Don't be careless..."
At this time, on the bed in the Gotham University professor's apartment, Schiller had just woken up and found a plush thing in his arms. He looked down and saw, Pikachu!
"Oh, what's wrong with you? What time is it now?" Pikachu was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. Schiller rubbed his eyes. Why did this mouse come with him? ?
Pikachu looked around drowsily, startled, and suddenly woke up, saying: "Where is this?! Why did you bring me here? Are you actually a personal trafficker???"
Schiller said while folding the quilt: "Why don't you explain to me first why you are in my bed?"
"You have the nerve to ask me??" Pikachu yelled, and it said: "It's a three-story building, and you only turned on the heater in your room!" If I hadn't been able to pick locks, I would have been frozen to death by now! "
"Oh, really?" Schiller said without any guilt. "Freeze-drying mice is not a good idea."
"So why are you here? Where is this?"
"As you can see, I travel through time, so I wake up here," Schiller said. "This is a very dangerous place. If you run around, you will be stewed in less than three minutes."
"Hey." Pikachu made a disdainful nasal sound and said, ""You can travel through time and space? Then I can still splash and jump. "
Schiller didn't tell lies, and it's okay for Pikachu to know. After all, it's a mouse. In the eyes of these superheroes, its words are even less trustworthy than a repeater. If it were to yell in front of Batman, Batman would definitely be the first to speak. Stewing it for a while, Batman doesn't kill people, but that doesn't mean he doesn't kill rats.
In the face of non-human creatures, few Earth heroes have any trust in them. Although Pikachu speaks no differently from humans and has a strange Canadian accent, this yellow mouse that clearly looks like a genetically modified creature is obviously very difficult to Any normal person would be trusted, so Schiller had no worries.
While Schiller was making the bed, Pikachu jumped up and down, sniffing around the room, wrinkling his little nose and muttering in disgust: "It seems you are really capable. This is indeed not the old world anymore."
Schiller went to class in the morning, and he carried Pikachu in his bag. It was not because he wanted to take Pikachu to class, but mainly because if he didn't bring it, Pikachu would definitely slip out and get stewed.
Pikachu poked his head into Schiller's bag, but Schiller pushed him back several times. In the afternoon, Schiller put the bag on the table in the psychological consultation room, pressed Pikachu's forehead and said, "Listen, even if I don't care about others, I saw a strange yellow creature in my bag. I think you should understand what I'm telling you about superheroes. Each of them regards "minding their own business" as their life creed. , no one will let go of studying you, this yellow mouse, especially..."
As Schiller was talking, the door of the psychological consulting room suddenly opened, and Bruce said: "Professor, I..."
As soon as he entered the door, he saw his professor pressing his hand on the head of a strange yellow creature.
Pikachu was startled, and instantly jumped into Schiller's arms. Schiller pursed his lips, looked at Pikachu, and then at Bruce. He hugged Pikachu and said, "If I say, this is a new species of albino. Mole, do you believe it..."
"I don't believe you're going to make up another one, are you?" Bruce said, crossing his arms.
Pikachu bared his teeth at him, but Schiller covered his mouth and said, "What's the matter with you? Mr. Wayne?"
Bruce walked over and said: "Actually, I'm sorry...that's the case, I want to invite you to Wayne Manor as a guest..."
Visiting Wayne Manor?
What kind of invitation to surrender is this?
Bruce is obviously a little awkward, because Schiller knows his true identity, so he can't decide whether he should be Bruce or Batman, and the current Batman is not as cold as he will be in the future, and he will even take the initiative to seek cooperation with Gordon. So now Bruce is in a very tangled state.
Schiller could feel it a little bit through telepathy. He knocked on the table and said proactively: "I can see, Bruce, you are very confused now. Sit down."
"Actually, you did a good job before. Bruce is not Batman. He is just an ignorant playboy. His favorite things are going to bars and drinking, surrounded by beautiful women. But Batman is just the opposite..."
Bruce sat down and put his finger on the corner of his brow. He said, "I don't see the point of this. I don't think I can hide it from anyone."
Bruce is not stupid. He is the only one in Gotham City who is so rich. He is the only one who has the financial resources to manufacture Batman's equipment. He does not think that criminals are fools and do not know that he is Bruce Wayne.
And you can guess a little from the figure alone. Bruce Game Flowers will never be tightly wrapped at certain times. It is not difficult to figure out some details of the figure.
In particular, Schiller had seen Bruce go out and fool around in the middle of the night more than once. The female companions around him had never been the same. Half of the famous Nightingales cheerleading team had been with Bruce.
In fact, Schiller speculated that many super-intelligent villains in comics should not be completely kept in the dark. This reasoning is really not difficult, but they still make a "Who is Batman? How can I guess?" "Not coming out" must have a reason.
"Yeah, it's not really a secret, but as long as you want it to be a secret, it will be your weapon when necessary."
"If you show that you regard a secret as important, others will also think that this secret is important to you. You try your best to hide it, but if you reveal it at a critical moment, you can naturally prove your sincerity, even though it is not actually unimportant."
Schiller was talking about Bruce's future operations on Zheng Lian. In order to win Zheng Lian's trust, Batman took off his mask and announced a secret that everyone actually knew. Batman is Bruce Wayne.
But everyone still strengthened their trust in Batman, because Batman has always shown that he values this secret and is willing to reveal it for the sake of his companions. Of course, he can win people's trust. Although this secret can be guessed with a little thought, but This is not important, what is important is the attitude!
Bruce rubbed his chin and continued calmly: "For example, if a criminal wants to use this to threaten me, I can set a trap for him without haste..."
"Okay, Mr. Wayne." Schiller glanced at his watch, and then said: "The time for inner consultation has come. Regarding your invitation, I will consider it carefully after I get the invitation letter."
Bruce didn't quite understand why Schiller had to think carefully. In the United States, a verbal invitation means that it is a private visit and is not formal. It is probably just a private visit to have a meal together.
But when Schiller mentioned the invitation, Bruce felt that Schiller might think that this kind of invitation was not formal enough and did not take it seriously enough. So after he left the consulting room, he asked the butler Afu to prepare the invitation letter and the banquet.
What he actually didn't know was that, for Schiller, being invited to Batman's home was like saying to him: "Would you be interested in throwing yourself into a trap?"
He needs a lot of mental preparation.
Although Schiller knows that the current Bruce is far from the later Batman, and his two identities have not even been completely distinguished. If it were the Batman in the comics, Bruce would only come over with a bottle of wine and say he would be at the party. Go ahead and introduce him to some beauties.
Instead of acting serious and awkward.
But Schiller's stereotype of Batman was so deep that he even suspected that this was a trap specially set up by Batman to get his DNA. This is definitely something Batman could do.
Also, although Bruce didn't say it, it was clear that Pikachu, the yellow mouse, caught his attention.
Schiller pulled Pikachu up by its tail and said, "Did you see the person who just came? That's Gotham's boss. If you want to be popular and drink hot food in the future, you'd better not offend him."
Pikachu waved his short hands in the air and struggled desperately, saying: "Put me down! That person just now was really scary!"
Schiller pulled Pikachu by its tail and brought it in front of him and said, "How do you know?"
"Detective intuition!" Pikachu shouted, and it said: "You should really consider not staying here. It gives me chills. Why don't we go back to where we were yesterday? I can even tolerate you eating strawberry jam!" "
Schiller looked Pikachu up and down and felt that it wasn't telling the truth.
