Chapter 497

In the eastern suburbs of New York, there is a certain distance from the most prosperous city center of New York, so the air is fresh and the scenery is pleasant.

From the perspective of American municipal planning, this should be considered a town, but unlike the small towns in most people's impressions, this is actually another wealthy area of New York, or it can be said that this is the real wealthy area, and the land price is even higher than some places in Manhattan.

The living environment here is quite good, the town has a long history, and the supporting facilities are perfect. Most importantly, there is a very good nursing home here.

Billet Nursing Home was founded during the American Reconstruction period. During World War II, it was acquired by a wealthy businessman and underwent its first renovation. During the Cold War after World War II, it was completely demolished, but it was rebuilt after the end of the Cold War.

By modern times, real estate developers, in order to increase the land price in the suburbs of New York, carried out a thorough renovation of this nursing home with a long history and transformed it into a modern nursing home.

Previously, the owner here seemed to be an ordinary crude oil tycoon, but in fact, he worked for the Russian Federal Security Service, commonly known as the KGB.

After the purge of all KGBs near New York due to the Hydra incident, this crude oil tycoon was also repatriated to Russia, and his property was also sealed up. However, it has changed owners now and has become the newly born Arkham Nursing Home.

Because this nursing home was founded very early and underwent many renovations, it has always existed. After the last major renovation, it possessed a world-class nursing environment. Coupled with the good natural environment and convenient transportation near New York, real estate developers took a fancy to these conditions and built a resort for the wealthy around this nursing home, which is commonly known as the weekend villa area.

Arkham Nursing Home has softball fields, tennis courts, a small golf course, a park with walking trails and ponds, a musical theater center and a yoga center, as well as all the medical facilities that a nursing home should have. After Schiller became the owner here, another mental illness treatment center with legal qualifications was under construction.

In the office of the new Arkham Nursing Home, Schiller sat on the sofa by the window, looking at the scene outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

The office is located on the 6th floor of the administrative building of the nursing home, with an open view. Downstairs is the small park owned by the nursing home. At this time, there are quite a few parents taking their children to play on the lawn.

Some people may ask, isn't this the private land of the nursing home? How can people other than patients enter here? But in fact, these parents are "patients" of the nursing home, or members.

After Schiller took over this nursing home, the system here became more like a club. As long as you have a membership here, the facilities here can be used for free. Not only that, but at the same time as the mental treatment center was established, there were also a water sports center and a comprehensive shopping center on the land on the west side.

Just when Schiller was basking in the sun, narrowing his eyes, and feeling a bit sleepy, suddenly, the office door was knocked, and a nurse walked in and said: "Dr. Rodriguez, you have a visitor."

"Visitor, does he have an appointment?"

"No, but he said his name is Nick Fury."

"Even if he is called George Washington, he still needs an appointment..."

At this moment, rapid footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, and another nurse's shout: "Hey! Wait! Sir! You can't go in, we need an appointment here, sir..."

When Nick Fury squeezed in from the crack of the door, both nurses were squeezed out by him. Schiller stood up from the chair somewhat helplessly, but Nick didn't treat himself as an outsider at all and sat on the sofa with a plop, and then began to look at the environment in the office.

It must be said that the hardware level of this nursing home building is impeccable. The decoration style here is a modern style that is relatively common in the United States. The lines are simple and smooth, the tile floor is spotless, the large floor-to-ceiling windows are bright and clean, the sunset sunlight shines indoors, and the atmosphere in the room is comfortable and quiet.

But the first sentence Nick said broke the atmosphere here. He said: "I intend to reform S. H. I. E. L. D."

Schiller sat opposite the sofa, took out a box of cigars from the drawer under the coffee table, and the two began to smoke. Schiller leaned very relaxed on the back of the sofa and said: "I thought you would do this earlier."

"Let's not mention this first. You look in a good mood? It seems your vacation this time went smoothly."

Schiller smiled, Nick raised an eyebrow. He had never seen Schiller smile so sincerely from the heart. He heard Schiller say: "Do you know what is the happiest thing in this world?"

"What is it?"

"It is watching others work. Then do you know what is happier than watching others work?"

"What is it?" Nick gave face and kept echoing.

"It is watching others do work they are completely unwilling to do. Then do you know what is happier than watching others do work they are completely unwilling to do?" Schiller asked again.

"It is watching others do work they are completely unwilling to do, and the reward is something they hate very much. They worked for two weeks, almost tired to the point of exploding on the spot, hahahahaha!"

Hearing Schiller's laughter, Nick couldn't help but shiver. He could foresee that Schiller's vacation this time must have caused someone to be very unlucky.

"Alright, let's talk about you. You finally intend to reform S. H. I. E. L. D., that broken ship leaking on all sides?"

"The term leaking on all sides is not very accurate." Nick shook his head. Obviously, he still had some understanding of the situation of S. H. I. E. L. D.

"Before, you moved most of the elite Hydra agents of S. H. I. E. L. D. to the nursing home, and then sold them to Mephisto. You remember, right?" Nick asked.

"Of course, their pension should have made up for the deficit in your next season's funding." Schiller replied.

"At the same time, it also gave you the new facilities of this nursing home." Nick added. The two looked at each other and understood each other's meaning.

Sometimes, it's not that they want to be riddlers on purpose, but some things don't need to be said too clearly. Everyone knows that the process and results of this cooperation were perfect. Reviewing the perfect history of cooperation helps to start the topic of the next cooperation.

"However, the people who do the work are gone. What should S. H. I. E. L. D.'s work do?" Nick raised a soul question. He said: "Before, this group of people worked the most diligently. They were willing to work overtime, didn't want bonuses, didn't complain about external transfers, and even when I lowered their insurance coefficient, they had no objection. God, is there any better employee than this?"

"No." Schiller shook his head. Nick spread his hands and said: "Seriously, if it weren't for my urgent need for money, I really wouldn't be willing to sell them."

"Now it's useless for you to regret it. This group of people is estimated to have been taken by Mephisto to teach economics in hell. If you ask him for people, he won't give them to you."

"I didn't intend to ask them back. After all, even if they were willing to work hard again, knowing that I sold them, they would definitely turn the world upside down."

"Then you intend to..."

Nick smiled, then rubbed his hands, looked at Schiller and said: "Aren't you the general person in charge of Hydra's Americas region? How about some more?"

"You..." Schiller was rarely choked. He looked at the smile on Nick's face and said: "You mean, let me transfer some Hydra to S. H. I. E. L. D. to work for you for free?"

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"What do you mean work for free?!" Nick raised his voice and said: "Although I don't pay them, I can pay you. I hire them for 10 years, and the fee is settled at once. Isn't this faster than you earning money as a psychiatrist in S. H. I. E. L. D.?"

Schiller was speechless for the first time. In terms of moral bottom line, he admitted that he was not afraid of anyone, but today, Nick did refresh his cognitive boundaries.

Nick thought he had concerns, so he began to persuade:

"Look, if I hire normal agents, they have about a 50% chance of being Hydra, another 49% chance of being KGB disguised as Hydra, and the remaining 1% might be idiots from the CIA or the military..."

"I hire them, although I don't have to pay too much money, don't have to pay them insurance, and can squeeze them at will, but I have to pay another price, which is intelligence."

"I have to find a bunch of seemingly decent work for them to do, let them think they have obtained a lot of intelligence to hand in, and then work for me with peace of mind. This will waste a lot of my time and energy. It is also very exhausting to forge various emergencies and major events."

"Wait, you don't have your own people, then how do you forge these events?"

"A small part relies on reliable agents like Natasha, and other times it relies on them fighting each other."

"Let agents in New Jersey investigate someone, and let agents in Delaware protect this person. One side investigates, and one side counter-investigates. In this way, everyone has work to do, everyone can get intelligence, and everyone can work for me seriously. Isn't it happy for everyone?"

Schiller pressed his lips. He suddenly found that he seemed to have fallen into the trap of arrogance and prejudice again, thinking that he could dominate Marvel with his moral bottom line, but today it seems that there are people outside people.

When Nick was not deeply understood, Schiller could not be sure whether S. H. I. E. L. D. becoming Hydra-Shield, a situation that appeared in comics, was because Nick was incompetent or he had other intentions.

When initially contacting Nick Fury, Schiller determined that Nick was not simple. He was not as he appeared on the surface, knowing nothing about Hydra's situation, but Schiller still could not be sure whether Nick had a backup plan to deal with such a situation.

Until the establishment of the Light Alliance, Schiller figured out that Nick actually knew everything about S. H. I. E. L. D.'s situation.

And until now, Schiller discovered that the situation was more outrageous than he imagined. The entire S. H. I. E. L. D. was not the main body at all, but something Nick made up to cheat funds. There were almost no S. H. I. E. L. D. agents in it, all of them were spies from all walks of life who sneaked in for this name.

S. H. I. E. L. D. is nominally a secret organization, but in fact, every country in this world knows its existence. This situation is not because Nick doesn't know how to keep secrets, but because he did it on purpose.

Everyone knows that such a mysterious organization exists. They feel that such an organization must have countless secrets, so they will try their best to insert spies into it.

The ultimate goal of spies is definitely not the dead salary Nick pays them, nor any benefits, overtime pay, etc. Their ultimate goal is intelligence.

But in fact, even the intelligence was made by Nick with his left hand hitting his right hand, using the information opacity between different regions and the mutual scruples between spies from all walks of life, creating a bunch of non-existent work, allowing everyone to obtain a bunch of intelligence that seems useful but seems useless.

"So, is this all a trap you arranged?"

"What do you mean trap! What do you mean trap!" Nick raised his voice and retorted: "Even if the ultimate goal of these spies is to obtain intelligence, they did work, didn't they?"

Nick took a deep breath and began a more detailed explanation:

"Among S. H. I. E. L. D.'s huge workload, 90% is unnecessary work I fabricated, and the remaining 10% is work that must be done. Among S. H. I. E. L. D.'s huge number of agents, 99% are spies from all walks of life."

"When these two data overlap, it means that even if 90% of the spies complete 90% of the useless work, in the end, 9% of the spies will complete 10% of the work that must be done."

"But in fact, these spies are very capable and have high enthusiasm for work. 9% of the spies complete 10% of the work that must be done, often over-completing it with extremely high efficiency."

"And the remaining 90% of spies and 90% of useless work allow me to get 2000% of the funding from Congress. This is a perfect closed loop, isn't it?"

Schiller began to applaud sincerely and said: "How long did it take you to make S. H. I. E. L. D. look like this?"

"I have had this plan since I joined S. H. I. E. L. D."

"Then what are you doing with the superhero team?"

"Oh, this matter." Nick said as if he suddenly remembered, "It's like this. If I can create 120% of useless work, then I can recruit 30% more spies, so I can get more funding..."

"Think about it, a team composed of superheroes needs people to organize, maintain, and provide logistics support, and even needs a psychiatrist like you to pay attention to their mental health at all times."

"S. H. I. E. L. D.'s workload increased out of thin air by 30%. This is an unprecedented great progress!" Nick waved his fist.

"And this kind of work, which seems very mysterious and gives them the opportunity to contact superheroes, will definitely be snatched by spies..."

"Aren't you afraid they will really make trouble?" Schiller asked.

"Of course I'm afraid, so they are responsible for logistics support. Look at these superheroes, which one looks like they need logistics support?"

"Stark's armor will never stop at S. H. I. E. L. D.'s base. Captain America only needs to maintain his shield. Daredevil Matt's weapon is his guide cane. Spider-Man Peter, isn't a full set of Captain America figures enough for him? At most, add a commemorative T-shirt."

"Aren't you afraid that someone will influence them ideologically... oh, wait, the psychiatrist of S. H. I. E. L. D. is me." Schiller covered his forehead.

Then, he stretched out his hand and slowly gave Nick Fury a thumbs up.