Chapter 726

"You mean, you want to turn that Kree Speaker into a serum?" In the S. H. I. E. L. D. office, Nick asked Shiler with a frown.

"That's right, I want to verify one thing." Shiler, wearing a white coat, began to pace in the room. He said, "Do you remember the resurrection thing I told you about before? I suspect that the Kree might be able to be made into a serum that allows people to be resurrected."

After the single universe was reset, the previous incident where Shiler asked Connors to remind Nick to deal with the Kree naturally didn't happen. The GH serum wasn't made, Coulson didn't die because of retrieving special items, and he wasn't resurrected by injecting the serum.

Although after the reset, Shiler got the Obelisk back, the Obelisk lost its original function. Originally, Shiler thought Death had smashed the phone, but after thinking about it carefully later, there were many suspicious points.

If the Obelisk was really the result of a deal between Death and the Kree, would Death really be willing to easily give up such a big client? The Kree were one of the several major empires in the universe, and the death and slaughter they could provide could not be underestimated. Just because of Shiler's harassing phone call, she would burn the contract directly!

Last time the scales were smashed, besides Death being frightened by the resurrected Soviet Union mentioned by Stark, there was also the reason that the Egyptian pantheon was declining and not as good as before. But the current Kree Empire was in its prime. Was Death really willing?

Or perhaps, the Obelisk was just one of the phones and wasn't important, and the real resurrection device was still working in the Kree Empire?

Did Death just smash a phone, or did she directly give up this business? Shiler felt that he needed to test it.

Before the universe was reset, Shiler witnessed the process of Coulson's resurrection. During this process, he felt the aura of Death very clearly. That is to say, at that time, Death and the Kree Empire still had a deal.

And as long as the Kree Speaker was used as a material to manufacture the GH serum and used to resurrect someone, it could be judged whether Death and the Kree Empire still had a deal now.

Nick pondered and said, "First of all, the matter of using intelligent creatures to make serum..."

"You wouldn't be trying to say that you are making a moral choice, would you?" Shiler looked at Nick with great surprise and asked.

Nick thought about it, shook his head, and said, "Don't talk nonsense. What moral choice is there? He is not a human, and his attitude was extremely bad when he was locked up. Several of our agents have complained about this."

"What I am thinking about is who will be responsible for this experiment, who can know, and who cannot know. After all, the composition of S. H. I. E. L. D. is very complex, and important experiments cannot be started casually."

"I guess you will choose to let Seeing Natasha and Coulson know, and then hide it from others." Shiler guessed, but it couldn't be called a guess. After all, Nick had already done this once, but it was reset.

"No, what I am thinking about is whether to let Sharon Carter know about this. After all, she is the niece of Peggy Carter, the founder of S. H. I. E. L. D., and should be trustworthy."

Nick stood up from behind the desk and said, "Now, there are not enough trustworthy people. Seeing Natasha and Coulson go without saying. Ward is your man, which counts as one, but he only knows how to fight hard and has no strategic mind."

"Hill is also okay, but she was sent abroad recently. After all, someone needs to keep an eye on the solar system construction project, and she can't come back in a short time. There is no one to do a lot of paperwork."

"If there could be many of you, it wouldn't be a problem, but if not, I have to consider who will complete the clerical work."

"What about that Marc I introduced to you before?" Shiler asked.

He was referring to Moon Knight. After Marc resigned from the CIA, Shiler introduced him to S. H. I. E. L. D., and he should have been working for a while now.

Nick shook his head, sighed, and said, "Agents from the CIA are all like that. It's fine to go abroad to do intelligence work, but you expect them to sit in the office and honestly write reports?"

"Moreover, Marc comes from the CIA. He knows the agents there best. He should be playing hide-and-seek with CIA agents in California now."

Nick pondered again and said, "However, the serum that can resurrect people is indeed very important. Let Seeing Natasha go for the preliminary experiments. After all, Coulson definitely has a moral dilemma. Once the experiment is fully launched, I will hand it over to him to be responsible."

"Then what about that Agent Carter?" Shiler asked. He continued, "I see that she and the Captain seem to have some..."

Nick slapped his head and said, "My god, is one Coulson not enough? Do you want a female version of Captain America? Then who should I find to do the dirty work?!"

Nick stretched out his hand and said, "I never interfere with the love lives of my subordinates. If they want to fall in love, they can; if they want to get married, they can. If they want to retire after forming a family, I won't stop them."

"But the premise is that they cannot treat their work with the excessively high moral standards they are infected with 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, who is the most bright and righteous in the world..."

"Forget it..." Finally, Nick sighed and said, "I'll let Seeing Natasha hint to her. The future successor of S. H. I. E. L. D. cannot be corrupted by Captain America."

Small Book Pavilion

After discussing the matter of restarting the serum experiment, Shiler walked out of the S. H. I. E. L. D. office, walked along the corridor, and just as he went down the stairs, he ran into Loki, who was carrying a stack of documents and walking up.

"Why are you here?" Shiler 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 from Wall Street.

"My visa has expired, and I came here to renew it." Loki shook the documents in his hand and said, "S. H. I. E. L. D.'s new regulations: all non-human creatures active in the solar system must obtain a visa, including robots, and including me."

"Before, the All-Father helped us get one, but that was temporary. Now Thor and I both have to get it again." Loki shrugged and said, "The passport requires filling in the race. They insisted on writing Asgardian for me. I hope I don't need to come and change it again in the future."

Shiler looked at Loki's expression and found that he was indeed not that concerned when mentioning this issue. Moreover, if he had gone above the universe to take a look, he should have known that he was actually a Frost Giant.

Thinking of this, Shiler asked, "When you went back to Asgard last time, did Odin say anything?"

Loki shook his head, not knowing whether Odin really didn't say anything to him or he didn't want to say.

Soon, the two brushed past each other. After walking past, Loki suddenly remembered something. He paused, then turned back and said:

"Oh, by the way, do you remember our agreement last time? When you close that deal, I will invite you to soak in the hot springs under the World Tree."

"That deal?" Shiler was stunned by his wording, and then he recalled that this deal should refer to the contract signed with Death.

When he first tried to cooperate with Death, Shiler worked early and late to formulate a plan and then sold it to her. Loki also participated in it. Loki did indeed say that after finishing this deal, he would invite him to soak in the hot springs.

But the problem was, this deal had never been finished.

Thinking of this, Shiler became a bit depressed. Loki saw him like this and thought he was overworked, so he walked back, patted Shiler on the shoulder, and said, "Next Saturday, the Rainbow Bridge will come to pick us up. Stephen is also going. We should get together properly."

Shiler nodded and then left S. H. I. E. L. D.

Thinking that this deal couldn't be signed, he thought of the contract he had almost obtained. Thinking of that contract, Shiler thought of the damn developer who didn't give compensation after the rollback.

In the car on the way back, Shiler took out his phone and said to the other side, "How is the progress? Didn't you say you wanted to leave the other party with an unforgettable memory for life?"

"What? You haven't found the place yet?" Shiler said with some dissatisfaction, "Aren't you known as the most professional mercenary in the world? It is precisely because of this that I would find you. If you can't find it, I will find someone else..."

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

"Clues? This is not playing a puzzle game. Alright, alright... Let me think. He should be a supreme existence, existing in the universe. He can incarnate into thousands and manipulate the universe at will..."

"What! I'm crazy?... Don't talk nonsense. I am a psychologist myself. My current state is normal. Slang? If you insist on understanding it this way, it's not impossible."

"Alright, you keep looking. I hope it can be fast. My friend's anxiety, his condition is not optimistic. If there is good news, it might be conducive to his treatment."

After hanging up the phone, Deadpool knocked the phone on the bar counter with some frustration and muttered in a low voice, "Not even a clue. How can it be so easy to find the place??"

"What's wrong? Is this mission very 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 been to all the game companies in New York and even the East Coast, and I haven't heard of any company having an operational accident."

He said with some sadness, "A friend of mine developed a terminal illness because of this. Only by making that unscrupulous operator pay the price can he feel a little warmth in the last moments of his life..."

"Alright, stop crying. You'll make the bar dirty again later. This drink is on me." The bartender shook his head, left the bar, and said, "Poor unemployed mercenary, this is the ninth one this month."

Deadpool, who was fake crying, caught a glimpse of the bartender leaving with his peripheral vision. He hurriedly picked up the drink and poured it into his mouth. The spicy liquid went through his throat, choking Deadpool and making him cough twice.

But then, he became truly worried again. He put the glass heavily on the counter and said, "What the hell is that beep— crazy psychologist talking about? What supreme universe? Manipulating the universe? Where am I supposed to find such a place?"

Deadpool muttered the words Shiler told him while slowly getting drunk and falling onto the bar counter.

Suddenly, he arrived in a strange space.

Deadpool opened his eyes in confusion. He looked down at his glowing belt, burped, and found that this was a magnificent temple.

In a daze, Deadpool felt that he was dreaming. After all, if it weren't a dream, how could he come directly from a bar to a temple?

With this mood, Deadpool looked at every scene here like a tourist. The towering Roman columns, the candlesticks burning with raging flames, and the gorgeous fountain in the center of the hall all made Deadpool marvel.

But just as he turned his head to look out the window, he found that outside the window was not a green lawn or forest, but a starry sky.

He walked over and pressed his face against the glass, letting the glass flatten his features. Suddenly, Deadpool widened his eyes. He found that the starry light outside was not planets, but one universe after another containing all things.

Isn't this the place of the supreme universe that the psychologist mentioned?

Deadpool suddenly woke up, but he suddenly thought that this was just a dream. Perhaps it was because he was eager to complete the order, and he dreamed of it at night, so he had such a dream.

Anyway, he didn't know when the mission in reality would be completed, so he might as well have a good time in the dream. Deadpool thought so and started to touch his pockets.

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

He touched his pants pockets and jacket pockets and touched out the other half of the raw bread crab. Besides that, he found a few moldy peanuts in his pants pocket, found a piece of kelp that he didn't know when it got stuck in the side of his boot, and even found a few mosquitoes that were smoked to death in the gap of his mask.

There was no need to talk about rationality in a dream. Deadpool thought so and started gnawing on the bread crab. He had neither a sense of taste nor a sense of smell, so eating these things was not difficult for him at all.

Of course, just like before, after eating all these things, not long after, Deadpool started to have a stomachache.

Finding that his strategy was effective, Deadpool's eyes lit up immediately, and he started to look around the temple.

"Let me see... the floor tiles won't work, too simple, and these floor tiles are too smooth, not like the patterned floor tiles used by the dwarves before, the smell won't stay for too long."

"Roman columns? Too high, the smell is easy to dissipate. Bench? Not easy to pose. Steps? It would be nice if the other party could step on it, but this trap is too obvious... Ouch, my stomach hurts so much..."

"Eh? This fountain is good! The size and height are just right, it's tailor-made for Lord Deadpool, hurry, hurry, hurry!"

"Pulu pulu pu... bang bang bang bang bang bang... pulu pulu pulu... bang bang bang... ha, much better!"

"Ah! Wait a minute! Why isn't it done yet? Could it be that the bread crab was spoiled too badly... ouch... ouch... it's too late, just on the floor tiles..."

"My stomach!

Why does it hurt so much?! Beep—... Beep—,, forget it, the Roman column will do... pulu pulu pulu bang bang bang..."

After the whole temple was covered in shit, Deadpool finally pulled up his pants with satisfaction, showing a comfortable expression and saying, "Finally done..."

"Wait, if I am dreaming now, wouldn't I have shit directly in the bar???"

"No!

! That's the only place where I can drink for free!

Hurry hurry hurry hurry! Wake up! I have to solve the mess before the bartender comes back!

!"

With a "Whoosh," the belt flashed, and Deadpool's figure disappeared from the temple.

And Eternity, who had just traveled over mountains and rivers to get home from work, found that his cosmic temple had become a mountain of shit and a sea of snow.