Marvel: I have a serious mental illness

Listening to Nick Fury's series of questions.

Black Widow slowly stood up, turned to look at Nick Fury, with a smile on her lips, and said: "Director, I'm not in the mood to talk about the Joker right now."

"In addition, I want to take a long vacation and take a good rest."

"If there is nothing important, please do not contact me."

"Oh, by the way, Director, I need to remind you not to send anyone to follow me. I just want a quiet environment and enjoy life..."

"I've been working for you for so many years, so it's not too much to ask for a holiday!"

"If someone disturbs my peace, you will be responsible for all the consequences, but don't blame me for being evil. Well, I am not disappearing, I will take the initiative to contact you."

"Okay, that's it!"

After that, Black Widow walked out of the office.

"?!"

Nick Fury looked at the leaving Black Widow and was stunned for a moment. What is going on?

Black Widow wants to take time off?

Is there such a thing as a vacation for an agent?

What happened to her?

Why would a good person ask for leave?

Is this too abnormal?

No matter what, it's a great thing that Black Widow can wake up.

This incident almost ended her career as an agent, so asking for a leave of absence is not too much.

Nick Fury took a deep breath, stood up slowly, looked at Cornell with a smile on his face, and invited: "Dr. Cornell, do you want a part-time job? Come to my department as a psychiatrist.

."

When Cornell heard this, he felt a little happy. He never imagined that such a good thing could happen?

Although he didn't really care about the department where Black Braised Egg was located, which was the S.H.I.E.L.D. mentioned by Mr. Clown, it was not a bad thing to be able to get in.

According to Mr. Clown's plan, he must destroy this so-called S.H.I.E.L.D., so he joined in early and acted as an internal response for Mr. Clown.

Isn't this also an interesting thing?

Thinking of this, Cornell stretched out his hand to push up his glasses and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, but the price must be agreed upon first. I am very famous in the industry."

"Except for special patients, my fee is two thousand dollars an hour, and each session usually lasts two hours."

"Sir Director, although I don't know your background yet, the special department working for the government is definitely not short of money."

Upon hearing this, Nick Fury revealed a smile, extended his hand to Cornell, and said, "Welcome Mr. Cornell to join SHIELD's supernumerary department, the Psychotherapy Department."

"From today on, you are an honorable agent. By the way, we are not working for the federal government. We are a department directly under the United Nations. We are only temporarily stationed in the United States."

"This is our confidentiality agreement. Please sign it, Mr. Cornell. Once you violate confidentiality, you will be responsible for all the consequences."

Nick Fury took out a confidentiality agreement from his arms and handed it over.

Cornell picked up the pen on the table and signed his name without hesitation. Then he chuckled and asked, "What do you usually call the director? What are the things that agents need to pay attention to?"

"Does the secret service industry also need to abide by professional rules? It's the way that's popular in the world now, where the seniors discipline the juniors."

"Sir Director, when reporting to you, do I need to add the sentence "Connell?"

"Oh, do I need agent training too? What kind of training is it?"

"Where is our headquarters? Is it a mysterious place? Is it under the Pacific Ocean or in a spaceship in outer space?"

"Oh, I just remembered, what is our department responsible for handling?"

"Oh, Mr. Director, how do we usually keep in touch? Do I take the initiative to find you or do you take the initiative to find me?"

Cornell asked a series of questions. Although he had heard about S.H.I.E.L.D. from the Joker, he really didn't know what specifically S.H.I.E.L.D. dealt with.

Moreover, this is also the first time in Cornell's life that he has been an agent. He has lived for most of his life and is already in his fifties and sixties. He still has the opportunity to be an agent in this life.

Well, even though he is an undercover agent with malicious intentions, this feeling is still quite interesting.

This is an experience that Cornell has never had before. It is novel and exciting. Being an agent at this age can be regarded as unlocking a new achievement in life.

Listening to Cornell's series of questions.

Nick Fury couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. He regretted a little. Wasn't this guy quite serious just now?

Just now, I could still chat with him for a long time, but now I have turned into such a curious baby.

I originally thought he was a steady psychiatrist, but now it seems that he is just that, and he doesn't look like he has seen the world at all.

How can a guy like this be so frivolous despite his age?

Nick Fury shook his head, grabbed the confidentiality agreement signed on the table, glanced at Cornell, and said: "My name is Nick Fury, you can just call me Director."

"Doctor Cornell, at your age you don't need to undergo all kinds of special agent training. Also, please remember that you are a non-staff member."

"What exactly does SHIELD do? You don't have the authority to know this yet!"

"Well, if you don't have anything important to do, don't contact me. Remember to keep your phone on 24 hours a day. If anything happens, I will take the initiative to contact you."

"Your duty is mainly to relieve the psychological pressure of the agents. The rest has nothing to do with you, so that's it for now!"

"Director, do I have no other tasks?" Cornell frowned, his face looked a little ugly, and he was very dissatisfied: "Is it so easy for an agent? A non-staff agent can be considered an agent after all!"

"Director, this is nothing like the agent I imagined. You are making me earn a salary in vain."

After hearing this, Nick Fury raised his eyebrows. What he said made sense, but we couldn't let this old guy earn his salary in vain. We had to find something for him to do!

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! How can there be such a relaxed agent in the world?

That's right, non-staff agents are also agents, and agents will be exhausted!

Wasn't it that I was so exhausted that I could reach the position of director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Ahem..." Nick Fury coughed lightly and said seriously: "Agent Cornell, I remember you just said that you saw the clown in a comic strip when you were a child."

"Well, is this the first task? It is to find that comic strip. This is very important. This is the task you need to complete at this stage."

"Besides that, you also have a long-term mission to find the next clown."

"Arthur said before he died, cut off one head and two more will grow in its place. Kill a clown and there will be another clown."

When Cornell heard this, he nodded and instantly fell into his role, an agent, an excellent agent.

Cornell looked serious and said in a low voice: "Director, I will do my best to complete the mission and become an excellent agent."

Nick Fury nodded, with a smile on his face, and said with great relief: "Well, it's good that you have adapted to your identity so quickly. Agent Cornell, I believe you will become an excellent agent one day."

"By the way, three days later, still in this office, the Agent Coulson you met will come to pick up the comic strips."

"Ahem..." Nick Fury coughed lightly, paused, then stretched out his hand to gently knock on the smooth tabletop, and said in a low voice: "Ahem, Agent Cornell, that cigar you smoked just now.

I'll take one..."

When Cornell heard this, he immediately understood that this was a blatant request for bribes. He quickly opened the bottom drawer, took out a box of cigars and handed it over, saying: "Sir, sir, this is the Gurkha Black Dragon Club that has been treasured by my subordinates for many years.

Quantities are scarce and can only be purchased at designated cigar stores."

“This cigar has a unique tobacco recipe, with the wrapper coming from Connecticut Broadleaf Maduro, the filler using Dominican tobacco leaves, and the binder using Cameroon tobacco leaves.”

"The taste is rich and mellow, refreshing and refreshing. It is an extraordinary product. It is most suitable for mental workers like you."

Nick Fury took the box of cigars, took a look at the low-key and elegant packaging, stuffed it into his arms, and said seriously with a straight face: "Ahem, Agent Cornell, we don't do this in the bureau.

, this is a very bad habit.”

"Well, I won't do it next time."

Cornell nodded and said with a smile: "Well, that's for sure. I won't do it next time."

Nick Fury coughed lightly and said: "Work hard. When you reach my age, your future will definitely be unlimited, and my position will definitely be yours."

"There is still something going on in the bureau, so I'll leave first. Just investigate the clown's matter slowly, and remember to protect yourself."

After that, Nick Fury left with a box of expensive cigars in his arms.

After Nick Fury left, Cornell closed the door of his office, walked to the window, and stared out the window like a good hunter.

When he saw Nick Fury leaving, Cornell clenched his fists and hammered the glass hard.

The glass exploded, and Cornell's fists were covered with blood. He breathed the air rapidly, with a ferocious expression, and whispered like a demon: "Hoo ho ho... cut off one head, and two more heads will grow in its place, kill them."

One clown, there will be another clown."

"Haha...Did Arthur actually say such things before he died?"

"But I'm a little curious, did Arthur say this or did you, Mr. Clown, say this?"

"Who will be infected next?"

"Hoo hoho... Mr. Clown, I suddenly can't believe you? I always feel that trusting you is not a good thing..."

"And I always feel that the various things happening now are not the same as the script we originally planned... Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's a bit bad."

"..."

"..."

"Mr. Clown, I hope Jake will really become what you describe in your story and destroy this false world!"

"Having lost my eyes and no longer able to see the most real scenery in the world, I no longer have any good impression of this world."

"No matter how beautiful the scenes from the electronic eyes are, they are all false. To me, this world is a false world, a dark world."

"Hoo hoho... Mr. Clown, don't deceive my feelings! I gave you my most beloved Arthur... Arthur is the love of my life... His laughter is the most beautiful I have ever heard.

Innocent laughter.”

"I can no longer hear such a beautiful sound...I have no hope at all."

Cornell plucked his own eyeballs, put them in his hands and played with them gently. An extremely crazy smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The smile looked a bit familiar, but Cornell, who had taken off his electronic eyes, couldn't see his own smile.

His smile looks like a clown.

…

Stark Industries Building.

Office of the Vice President.

A piece of relaxing and beautiful music is playing, the lazy sunshine shines in from the window, it is not dazzling, and the whole office is wrapped in comfort and comfort.

Zhou Ran took a sip of hot coffee with a lot of milk and brown sugar, closed his eyes, put his feet on the table, and lay down on the chair.

His appearance is very lazy, and there is a smile on the corner of his mouth, which is not at all like his usual appearance.

As usual, the coffee he drinks now should be an iced American style without sugar or milk, and as bitter as possible, which is convenient for refreshing his brain.

As usual, he should look like this, sitting upright, with a serious face, concentrating on handling various affairs of the company in an orderly manner.

As usual, he should be a super paper-roller and a self-discipline maniac. Not only does he roll the paper himself, but he also asks his employees to follow him.

As usual, he has begun to frantically bombard the heads of various departments, and he has begun to make a detailed plan for the work next month or even the second half of the year.

But now is now, usual is usual, and Zhou Ran today is not Zhou Ran yesterday.

In essence, Zhou Ran's whole person has undergone earth-shaking changes.

In the past, he had been forcing himself to become an indispensable part of Stark Industries. Rounding it off, he became an indispensable part of Tony Stark.

In this way, he can be protected by Tony Stark, and naturally he will be safe in this world. But now he no longer needs Tony Stark's protection, he can protect himself.

After all, Zhou Ran now has the power of Superman. In this world without kryptonite, Superman is equivalent to an invincible existence. Rounding up, it is equivalent to him being invincible.

Because of his superhuman strength, Zhou Ran can also relax appropriately and relieve his tense emotions.

He had not experienced this feeling of laziness for ten years.

Of course, he only relaxed for a short while.

After all, he has not completed the mission issued by Superman Clark, and he cannot completely relax yet.

Well, even if you gain superhuman strength, you still have to write the book.

There is always nothing wrong with rolling, but the purpose of rolling this time is different.

The previous volume was to protect one's own safety, but the current volume is for the right to speak and to be the number one superhero in the future.

"Huh..." Zhou Ran took a deep breath, slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were burning like fire, and said with a smile: "I want people in this world to shout my name when they think of superheroes!"