Marvel: I have a serious mental illness

Inside S.H.I.E.L.D.

Nick Fury took a deep breath, took out a black pager from the drawer, and pressed it lightly. His eyes were solemn and his expression was extremely serious, and he ordered: "The technical department will hack into Stark Industries for me now."

Building, please copy the video of today’s vice president’s office and send it to me.”

"Remember, don't leave a little tail. You are all the top hackers on this planet, don't let me down."

The top hackers from SHIELD's technical department worked extremely efficiently and successfully obtained surveillance video from the Stark Industries building in just ten minutes.

Nick Fury looked at the video file that had been uploaded to his computer, lit up his pipe, and took a deep puff. He had to watch the video tonight and analyze it frame by frame, paying attention to every subtle facial expression.

To analyze.

Never let go of any potential threat.

There must never be anything beyond SHIELD's control.

…

late at night.

Inkram Avenue, Queens, New York.

Zhou Ran Villa.

Bedroom bed.

Zhou Ran has already fallen asleep, and sleeps very soundly. He always sleeps very quickly, and he will fall asleep as soon as he sticks to the bed.

This is one of the abilities he is most proud of. This ability allows him to have adequate sleep and rest, and be full of energy and strong physical strength during the day, so that he can work tirelessly and diligently.

However, although he gets enough sleep every day and gets a good rest, there are times when he inexplicably feels mentally exhausted and empty, and his whole body is sore and weak, as if every cell in his body is...

Crying loudly that I am tired.

He was afraid that he would exhaust his body and develop problems. However, after undergoing various physical examinations, he found that he was in good health and full of energy. In the end, it could only be attributed to too much psychological pressure.

Natasha lay on the bed, listening to the sounds of deep sleep and even breathing coming from Zhou Ran.

She didn't feel sleepy at all, her spirit was very excited and active, and she couldn't sleep.

Zhou Ran's crazy smile and question were all in his mind, "Miss Ai Li, why do you ask such a strange question?"

She now wants to get the results of that video from Director Nick to confirm whether her idea is accurate.

She also wanted to know what kind of situation Zhou Ran had guessed?

She also hoped it wasn't true.

After all, during several days of close observation, this man did not do anything dangerous, and his words and actions were very positive, and he was a very positive example.

He has a noble character, is conscientious in his work, and works hard. This man's experience is very consistent with the American dream.

He was born an orphan, was kind-hearted, studied hard, and relied on work-study to pay for his college tuition. After entering New York University, he maintained the top grade every year, never fooled around, organized various clubs, and gained a lot.

After graduation, he joined the Stark Industries Group and worked hard. Within ten years, he became a director of the Stark Industries Group and became Tony Stark's right-hand man.

It’s not an exaggeration to call such a person a genius, but no one in Stark Industries calls director Jake a genius. Everyone can see Jake’s efforts, and everyone can see the hardship Jake has endured.

To describe Jake as a genius is to insult him. Everything he has is achieved step by step and through his own efforts.

This is a very inspirational typical figure, simply the embodiment of the American dream.

Although the American Dream is just a pie that the government draws out of thin air for the people, once someone actually makes it, it will no longer be an inedible pie. It will be a pie that can be eaten. It will have a profound impact on the future development of the entire United States.

It's all a good thing.

The American dream is that as long as you work hard enough, you will succeed and realize your personal dreams.

Across America, Jake leads the young generation and is the idol of most ordinary people.

But if such a spiritual leader and idol becomes a murderer, a very vicious criminal, and everything about him is disguised, it will cause a huge turmoil.

But if we let it go and allow that clown to spread his spirit and ideas, America will really have gun battles every day, and countless criminals will emerge.

He is still the kind of criminal who is not afraid of death and has the characteristics of a clown.

No matter how you look at it, this will be a disaster.

We still need to wait for news from the director about what happened, how to proceed and how to deal with it, and we also need to wait for the director's arrangements.

He will definitely be able to handle these problems.

However, I still hope that Jake is not a clown.

In her confused thinking, Natasha fell asleep in a daze.

After Natasha fell asleep, she heard the sound of even breathing and fell into a deep sleep.

The corners of Zhou Ran's mouth slowly raised upwards, revealing a very crazy smile that spread to the roots of his ears.

In a dark mental space.

The clown stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers, and a light appeared and shone on him.

Today he was wearing an exquisite black tuxedo, with messy oil paint on his face, and a black top hat on his head.

The clown showed a smile on his face, bowed deeply to the three audience members, walked slowly and elegantly to a piano, and sat down.

He retracted the smile on his face, adjusted his tuxedo, loosened the red bow tied loosely around his neck, coughed twice, and said with great seriousness: "My dear friends, please come and listen to the clown himself."

Piano music composed by me! This is a piano music that I have been thinking about for a long time, and it was inspired by an oil painting "The Carnival of Harlequin"."

"This is a miraculous and beautiful piece of music, music destined to be remembered by history. I gave this piano piece a very interesting name, "White Doves in Hell"."

"Ding!"

The clown closed his eyes, raised his hands high, pounded the piano hard, and started playing.

"Ding, dong, ding...hahaha..."

As the music played, the smile on the clown's face became bigger and bigger, his laughter became more and more crazy, and his hands waved faster and faster, and afterimages appeared.

This is not a piano piece at all. Instead, it is like a scream from hell. It is the cry of the devil. It is very harsh and terrifying. This is music that is difficult to express in words because it is played by a madman.

, and he doesn’t know what he’s playing?

Xiao Zizai, who was listening to the clown's performance in the audience, gently pushed up his glasses, a trace of scarlet flashed in his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, showing a smile, and murmured to himself: "The white in hell"

Pigeon? Mr. Clown's metaphor is very vivid..."

Hannibal hugged the dark stone, slowly closed his eyes, and his body began to dance to the rhythm of the music, mesmerized.

"Ding……"

"boom!"

When the last note sounded, the piano was smashed to pieces by the clown with both hands.

The clown stood up slowly, took off the black hat on his head, bowed, and said with a smile: "Thank you, everyone, for listening."