Chapter 2712

"Perhaps you can discuss it with your husband." Schiller finally brought the topic back on track. He said, "Your family, out of consideration for protecting you, didn't tell you that the space station where Aux works had a little problem... No, no, Yin Yin Lisha, calm down!! He is very safe now... Charles!"

Charles hurriedly pointed his hand, and Yin Yin Lisha, who was flopping around like a live fish, fell onto the bed. Schiller breathed a sigh of relief. The two moved Yin Yin Lisha to the bed. Looking at her current mental state, Schiller said, "It's probably very difficult for her to persuade Aux now. We can't make things difficult for this couple anymore."

"Then what should we do? The culprit behind the space station problem hasn't been found yet, and the key is what Aux did."

"Perhaps I have to find a way to go up there." Schiller said, "I have no way to judge Aux's situation over the phone. I must make contact with him in person."

Charles glanced at Schiller and keenly sensed something. He said, "Is this the limitation of your talent?"

"Not entirely. If it were someone I had long-term contact with, I could perform remote treatment. But I am not very familiar with Aux, and can even be said to be completely unfamiliar. I am not 100% sure."

Charles just wanted to say something, but the words turned into a sigh when they reached his lips. He said, "You have taught me a lot, Doctor, especially the rigor and humility for this job."

"Then humbly press the grammar correction button a few more times." Schiller said with a smile, "Although you are the one with fewer grammatical errors, it's hard for me to believe that a British person wouldn't distinguish between singular and plural."

"I don't not distinguish; I just missed pressing an 's'!" Charles emphasized, "Because I was typing too fast..."

"It's 'es', dear Charles, press it a few more times."

When Nick received the call, he was overwhelmed with the arguing of scientists from various countries. Just as he was able to take a break to drink some water, Schiller's call came in.

"What did you say? You want to go to the space station??? Didn't we agree? You only exercise the duties of a psychologist... Bullshit duty requirements! Can't you just give him a call?"

Nick listened in silence for a long time. He sighed and said, "I have to discuss this with various countries. After all, everyone is thinking about picking people up now; sending someone up might cause complications. Wait for my call."

After Nick hung up the phone, he walked back to the conference room. Now the holographic projection above was showing the state of Neptune. Of course, from this angle, one could see the starport in the solar system, but not the ships docked at the rear port.

Humanity had captured several Kree frigates a long time ago. After various modifications by scientists and mages, they were now able to control them freely. Most of the time, they were parked at the solar system's starport for maintenance, and occasionally taken out for a spin around the solar system.

But after all, it was within the Nine Realms; there were really no foreign enemies here. These warships had never seen actual combat, and even some navigation theories remained only on paper.

The United Nations' intention before was to wait for Asgard's status in the interstellar alliance to become more stable, and for their own side's relationship with the Shi'ar Empire to become better, then greet both sides at the same time, and let Asgard send guards to take them for a spin in the Shi'ar Empire's trade zone.

This wasn't because they were conservative and old-fashioned; too many civilizations had fallen at the first step of interstellar navigation. The ships built at home were all good, but as soon as they were taken out, there were all kinds of deficiencies. The lucky ones could barely fly back, and the unlucky ones would disappear without a trace. The home planet wouldn't even know what happened, and they would have to start all over again.

Humanity didn't want to use the ships so early at all. They knew they were far from the stage of interstellar colonization. If they went to any planet, an unknown virus could take everyone's life. It was better to manage the solar system well first.

But now the situation was urgent, and the space station had to be saved. No matter how little experience they had in near-Earth navigation, they had to bite the bullet.

So far, there were five Kree frigates that were not in the maintenance period and could leave the port. They were all named after planets in the solar system: Jupiter, Mars, Venus, Mercury, and Uranus. Uranus was the smallest in size and belonged to the G-class transport ship in the Kree Empire, which was also the most suitable for this job.

Scientists from various countries discussed for a long time and only reached this conclusion, but they were completely ignorant about how to operate it specifically. After all, this thing wasn't built to fly near Earth; it was clearly a ship used for interstellar voyages.

Gravity would be a big problem. If gravity became unbalanced, the best result would be the ship being thrown out, and the worst result would be Earth being thrown out. No one could take this risk.

But regarding how to handle gravity, everyone had no experience. This wasn't a problem that could be solved within a few hours, yet the people on the space station couldn't wait too long.

Nick was even more overwhelmed. He was the director of S. H. I. E. L. D., and he had to stand up, especially in terms of pacifying the space station staff. He could be said to have tried every method.

But he could fully understand the panic of the people inside. If it were him up there, he would panic too. The oxygen meter reading was dropping at a speed visible to the naked eye. Once it reached the bottom, it was a death sentence. It would be strange if they didn't panic.

Originally, if that half-section hadn't fallen off, the oxygen could have lasted a bit longer. Now it was truly pressing step by step, and once they fell into complete chaos, there would be no saving them.

Can't panic, can't panic, absolutely can't panic. Nick cheered himself on in his heart. Even if he knew better than anyone that this world was just a huge amateur stage, everyone had to appear professional and reliable at this time. As long as one person panicked, everything would be over.

Don't let him catch who was playing tricks. Nick gritted his teeth in his heart. The scene he had originally envisioned of himself as the mastermind behind the scenes, planning and watching the fun, had completely failed. He himself had been drawn into the vortex and was completely finished.

Since that was the case, don't blame him for using some special means. He found an excuse, left the conference room, called Hill, and said, "Activate Base A131, drag out the two Wakandan ships we got before. I need to send someone up."

After Hill received the call, she immediately took action. She also had the authority for some of Nick's secret bases and knew how tense the situation was now. She just needed to follow instructions.

After Nick arranged a series of matters, he felt it was about enough. He still had to go back to help Howard, but at this time, he received an unexpected but reasonable call.

"Hello? Peter? What's wrong? Is there a problem with Gwen... Your uncle? What happened to him?"

"Uh, if he would curse someone as a bastard, then the other party is likely a super bastard. What? He cursed me too? Well, I'm not wronged."

"Don't say that. No one could have expected that the deputy chief engineer was such a bastard. Your uncle was also deceived by him... Are you serious? Peter? It's very dangerous up there!"

"No, no, Peter, you have to participate in the water rescue later." Nick frowned and refused, saying, "There aren't many people with superpowers on Earth now, and even fewer who can be of use. Believe me, the space station on Earth needs you more."

"Your uncle? Isn't he an ordinary person? Then that's even more impossible! He... well, what you said makes sense. Now we really need someone with seniority to stabilize the situation. But Peter, I hope you understand me. I also have selfish motives. Once your uncle has an accident..."

Nick's expression became very complex. After his eyes changed several times, he said, "Well, I was planning to send someone up. Yes, Dr. Schiller, but we once had a three-point agreement that he could only go to be a psychologist... Well, anyway, it's impossible for him to stand by and watch your uncle die. This is also safe. You wait at home for a while; my people will be there soon."

Almost at the same time, Schiller and his group of four rushed back to the airport from Yin Yin Lisha's home. On the way, he contacted Clark again to confirm that the space station now floating in the atmosphere was fine, and discussed how the mastermind might have destroyed the power core.

"He looks like he gave that engine a punch." Clark said, "But I also feel this matter isn't that simple. Think about it, people like us—I mean, uh, people who are basically ignorant of technology—how could we punch the core so accurately?"

"It's like a primitive man who has never seen a car. Could he throw a spear through the car's engine? I don't believe there could be such a coincidence." Clark thought and said, "But if someone understands this machine and wants to destroy it, he doesn't need to cause this kind of external injury. He could just break a small part. Unless he wants us to think it was done by a layman who doesn't understand this thing at all."

"Simply perfect." Schiller commented, "Thanks to your super brain, you grasped the key to the matter, Clark. The key lies in why he wanted to make people think it was done by a brute."

"I can't quite figure it out." Clark scratched his head and said, "I guess it might be because he is not a brute type at all. In that case, he wouldn't be suspected. Is it to clear his own suspicion?"

"It's also possible, but I suspect this is just the first link in a plan." Schiller said, "In a case, the evidence must be linked together. Since he has the ability and confidence to create one link of evidence, he will definitely find a way to create the second and third links..."

"Should I go up and look again?" Clark appeared somewhat hesitant. He said, "I'm just idling here, but if I go in, I might be discovered..."

"Not yet." Schiller said, "Creating evidence also takes time. If you go over now and bump into him, but fail to catch him, then the conspiracy he laid out will forever remain behind the scenes. As long as the people on the space station are fine, then wait. Anyway, we aren't the ones in a hurry."

"It's still better with you, Professor." Clark laughed and said, "If it were Batman, I would only get one sentence."

"Which one?"

"'Then wait'."

At 10:00 PM, the Wakandan ship landed at the airport on time. When Schiller walked into the hangar and saw the brand-new ship, he couldn't help but express his heartfelt admiration to Nick. He could even get this thing; he was truly worthy of being the King of Spies.

This thing looked like it hadn't even been opened since it was produced in a Wakandan factory. I don't know how he managed to hide it from Black Panther and get two for himself.

Just as Schiller was about to board the ship, Seeing Natasha stopped him and said, "Wait a moment, we have one more passenger."

Soon a portal opened, and Peter brought Ben Parker out of the portal. Schiller immediately realized what Ben Parker wanted to do, but he somewhat disapproved.

"Mr. Parker, I'm afraid the space station doesn't have room for you to apply your skills. Since that's the case, why go up there?"

"I know, but only I can stabilize people's hearts." Ben Parker's tone was somewhat heavy. He said, "I am quite good with the personnel on the space station. Everyone knows I am reliable. Now if I go up, at least I can prove to them that the people on the ground haven't given up on them. They will definitely be rescued."

"Speaking of which, I also have responsibility for this matter. I knew that guy Mora was unreliable long ago. I shouldn't have handed over the work to him at the time..."

Schiller was just worried that the prophecy of Spider-Man never having an uncle would come true, but since Ben Parker said so, he couldn't say anything. He could only say that without Uncle Parker, there would be no Peter Parker. He was just that kind of person, and others couldn't change this concept.

"Alright, let's board the ship first." Schiller walked up first, Ben Parker followed closely behind, and Seeing Natasha was the driver for this journey. The female agent could fly any model of ship.

The ship turned into a shooting star and disappeared into the vast night sky.

Washington time 10:30 PM, two and a half hours left until the space station's oxygen is exhausted.