Chapter 691

"Click, click, click..."

The heels of leather shoes stepped on the cold ground, making a crisp sound. With a "creak," the iron door was opened, and a person in a suit and leather shoes walked out of the door.

He stepped forward, shook hands with the figure in a white coat, and then walked into the room with the doctor in a white coat.

As the lights gradually brightened, what appeared in the room was not a warm ward and treatment equipment, but iron bars like an interrogation room.

Inside the bars was a hospital bed. A person in a hospital gown lay on the bed, with hands and feet fixed to the bars. Seeing this scene, the figure in the suit turned his head away, the corners of his mouth drooping, seemingly unable to bear to see this scene.

The sound of high heels stepping on the ground rang out one after another, accompanied by the crisp sound of keychains colliding. Natasha walked into the room. She looked at the two and said, "What kind of riddle are you playing?"

After speaking, she stepped forward, took off the keychain hanging on her waist, and then opened the door on the iron bars. All three walked in and came to the side of the hospital bed.

The head of the entire hospital bed was a slightly peculiar instrument with a series of complex readings on it. The doctor in a white coat took out a medical record book and recorded the data on the instrument, while the figure in the suit covered his face and said, "... Are we really doing the right thing? He looks very painful..."

Hearing this sentence, Natasha, who was organizing the curtains, turned back to look at the patient on the hospital bed.

This patient's appearance was very strange. He had no hair, his eyes were deeply sunken in his eye sockets, and his skin presented a pale cold color. At this time, he was half-opening his mouth, closing his eyes, and trembling all over. His fingers were drawing circles on the sheets, seemingly writing some symbols.

"Schiller... we are going to hell..." Coulson, wearing a suit, took a deep breath and said, "This is too inhumane. We really shouldn't..."

Schiller, who was concentrating on writing medical records, paused his hand movements. He turned his head to look at Coulson but did not explain. Soon, the communicator on Coulson's waist rang, and Nick Fury called him away.

After he left, Natasha walked to the other side of the hospital bed, stared at the patient, and said, "I really don't know why Nick wants to hide it from him. He will feel very guilty because of this."

"Don't you think that for someone like Coulson, it's very difficult to explain clearly that all S. H. I. E. L. D. agents now are Hydra, and all Hydra have become S. H. I. E. L. D. agents?"

Natasha sighed and said, "Seriously, I don't even know how you guys managed to do it. Poor Coulson, he still thinks we are using injured and dying S. H. I. E. L. D. agents to do human experiments."

"In a sense, what he said is not wrong." Schiller leaned over and gently organized the sheets for the patient lying on the bed. But when he got close, the patient kept trembling, his upper and lower teeth colliding, making a clattering sound. He tried his best to dodge to one side, but the fixed hands and feet made him unable to dodge.

Schiller straightened up again and said, "He is Hydra, but he has also made great contributions to S. H. I. E. L. D. If it weren't for them, Nick wouldn't even be able to find ten agents who could work."

"Therefore, I am trying very hard to treat him. If the experiment can succeed on him, then many Hydra disguised as S. H. I. E. L. D. will be saved because of him. This sacrifice is worth it."

Natasha lowered her eyelids, followed Schiller to leave this ward, and entered the second ward. Schiller recorded the numbers on the machine as usual, organized the hem of the slightly messy sheets, chatted with the air, asked about the patient's feelings, and then ignored the patient's fearful eyes, then turned and left to go to the next ward.

There were about twelve wards here, and there was a patient in each ward, and their states were very similar. There was no hair on their bodies, their skin presented a pale light blue color, and even their expressions were exactly the same. When they saw Schiller, it was like seeing a ghost.

After turning through all the wards, Schiller returned to his office located at the S. H. I. E. L. D. base. At this time, his desk was piled with a lot of data, most of which were related to this experiment currently in progress.

Natasha stood opposite his desk and asked, "How is it? Any progress?"

"I don't understand the part about the drug experiment, but regarding the patient's mental state, there are still big problems."

"These patients resurrected using drugs have appeared with mental confusion to varying degrees. GH209 drug, the patient's nervous system is normal, but will appear with very serious visual and auditory hallucination symptoms. GH211 drug, has very serious persecutory delusion symptoms. GH215 drug, non-linear memory syndrome. GH221 drug, stress-type aphasia..."

"In addition, they all have manifestations of logorrhea, and some will also draw many meaningless symbols..."

Schiller put down the data in his hand, sighed, and said, "Instead of staring at my work progress here, it's better to urge Nick to find a reliable chemist. There has been no progress in more than 200 experiments. Can't you guys find reasons from people other than me?"

"This experiment cannot be publicized," Natasha shook her head lightly and said, "Don't forget, except for us, no one knows that the vast majority of agents in S. H. I. E. L. D. are actually Hydra."

"If it gets out that we are using S. H. I. E. L. D. agents for experiments, Nick's director position won't be kept. Therefore, the confidentiality level of this plan is level 10. In the entire S. H. I. E. L. D., only Nick's confidants can know a little information."

Schiller tapped the table lightly with the pen in his hand and said, "In more than 200 experiments, the recipients have inevitably encountered huge mental trauma and subsequently shown various symptoms of mental confusion."

"How likely is it related to the drug raw materials?" Natasha asked.

"It's hard to say. There must be a relationship, but how big the relationship is, I'm afraid that even if there are another 200 experiments, it will be very difficult to test it out."

Schiller stood up, walked to the window, looked at the scenery outside the window, and said, "The Kree, as the drug raw materials, have a completely different life form from us. Using their bodies to make drugs and injecting them into the human body will inevitably produce all kinds of problems."

"Before this experiment started, I told you guys that this might cause irreversible damage to people's spirit and psychology," Schiller shook his head and said.

"But S. H. I. E. L. D. needs this technology, especially Nick needs it," Natasha stood in place, tapped her toes on the ground, and said, "If agents can be resurrected, he won't need to look for consumables all over the world."

"Doctor, I know this is indeed very inhumane, but after all, these are Hydra. Think about their past evil deeds, it's not so unacceptable, right?" Natasha leaned against the wall, her body tilting, making her graceful curves fully visible, but Schiller kept staring at the data in his hand, his brows furrowed very deeply.

"You should say this to Coulson."

Natasha sighed, turned and left. Soon, in front of the S. H. I. E. L. D. director's office, she knocked on the door and then walked in.

Nick also raised his head from a pile of documents to look at her. Natasha shook her head and said, "Still no progress."

Nick sighed and said, "Schiller is not a quack. If he has no way, it seems there won't be any progress in the short term."

"Resurrection is not that simple. If it were so easy to succeed, I would instead feel whether this would be a trap of the Kree," Nick put down the pen in his hand, then stood up, walked to Natasha's side, leaned on the table, and said:

"Unfortunately, when we were in the Andromeda Galaxy before, the mutants only caught one Kree Speaker, and it wasn't pure-blooded. If we could get a few more, there would be more raw materials for the experiment."

"I have always wanted to ask, which genius scientist thought of using Kree to make resurrection drugs? This has no logic at all," Natasha asked with some doubt.

"Remember when we gave the Kree Speaker a physical examination before? Because we didn't know the physiological structure of this kind of alien, we invited several very famous biologists to have a consultation, including Dr. Connors who invented the Lizard drug."

"This doctor has unique insights into extracting genes from other organisms, absorbing their advantages, and applying them to the human body. He discovered that a certain gene in the Kree made them possess super-speed healing ability and transformation ability, that is to say, just like a lizard, the Kree can also be used as raw materials for serum."

"Then how was the resurrection function discovered?" Natasha asked.

"If this series of drugs can only provide humans with self-healing ability, then what is the difference from Lizard serum? The research progress of Lizard serum is much faster, and the raw materials are everywhere."

"If it weren't for Dr. Connors discovering that concentrated Kree drugs could greatly improve human vital signs and even allow humans who had just died to be resurrected, I wouldn't have formulated the Tahiti Project."

Nick widened his eyes slightly, made a yearning expression, and then said, "If I could resurrect infinitely, then I would have infinite employees, and I would never be afraid of them being exhausted to death..."

Natasha glanced at him, rolled her eyes, and left without saying anything.

At the same time, outside the laboratory of Stark Tower, Connors took a document from Schiller's hand. He flipped through it and then said, "Is there still no progress in this regard? If the sequelae are too serious, it will limit the scope of use of this drug."

Connors closed the document and said to Schiller, "I repeat, I do not support any form of resurrection behavior. If it weren't for you asking me to use the success of Lizard serum to inspire Nick, I wouldn't have participated in this experiment."

"Don't be anxious, we have plenty of time..."

Connors turned his head to one side, sighed, and looked at Schiller, saying, "I really don't know what you want to do. You hurriedly asked me to point out the fact that he could be used as experimental material when giving the Kree a physical examination before, but when the experiment was in a stalemate, you were not in a hurry..."

"Schiller, I must remind you, resurrection is a taboo for humans. You don't really want to resurrect someone, do you?"

Schiller stepped forward, smiled, patted Connors on the shoulder, and said, "Of course not, it's just that one of my clients is really too difficult to deal with, and I have to take some means other than deception. Under the principle of absolute voluntariness, I am kindly and friendly conducting a more in-depth interest exchange..."

"And there are clients who are difficult for you to deal with?" Connors leaned his body back a bit, looked at Schiller up and down, and asked, "Who is it?"

"Death."