Marvel: I Have Severe Mental Disorder

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

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

"If there is nothing important, please don't contact me."

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

"I have worked for you for so many years, it shouldn't be too much to ask for a vacation!"

"If someone disturbs my tranquility, all the consequences will be at your own risk, but please don't blame me for being a hacker. Well, I'm not playing disappearance, I will take the initiative to contact you."

"Okay, that's it!"

After all, Black Widow walked out of the office.

"?!"

Nick Fury looked at the departing Black Widow, and was stunned for a moment. What's going on?

Black Widow is taking a leave of absence?

Did the agents say they were on vacation?

What happened to her?

Why would a good person ask for leave?

This is too abnormal?

In any case, it is a great thing that Black Widow can wake up.

This incident almost ended her career as an agent, and it was not too much to ask for a leave of absence.

Nick Fury took a deep breath, stood up slowly, looked at Cornell with a smile on his mouth, and invited: "Doctor Cornell, do you want a part-time job? Go to my department as a part-time psychologist .”

Cornell was a little happy when he heard the words. Didn't expect such a good thing to happen?

Although he doesn't care much about the department where the black corned egg is, it is the S.H.I.E.L.D. that Mr. Clown mentioned,

But it might be a good thing to be able to go in.

According to Mr. Clown's plan, this so-called S.H.I.E.L.D. must be destroyed, so he joined in ahead of time to give Mr. Clown an internal response.

Isn't this also an interesting thing?

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

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

"Master Director, although I don't know where you come from, the special department that works for the government is definitely not short of money."

When Nick Fury heard this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he stretched out his hand to Cornell, saying: "Welcome Mr. Cornell to join the non-staff department of S.H.I.E.L.D., the Department of Psychotherapy."

"From today onwards, 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, and we are only temporarily stationed in the United States."

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

Nick Fury took out a non-disclosure agreement from his arms and handed it over.

Cornell picked up the pen on the table, signed his name without hesitation, then chuckled, and asked, "What is the general name of the director? What matters should the agents pay attention to?"

"Does the spy industry also need to abide by professional rules? It's the one that is popular in the world now, the one where the seniors discipline the younger."

"Master Director, when I report to you, do I need to add a sentence of my subordinate Cornell?"

"Oh, do I need to be trained as an agent, too? What kind of training is that?"

"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?"

"Oh, sir, how do we keep in touch? Did I take the initiative to look for you or did you take the initiative to look for me?"

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

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

Well, although it is an undercover agent with malicious intentions, this feeling is quite interesting.

This is an unprecedented experience for Cornell. It is very novel and exciting. Being an agent at this age can be regarded as unlocking a new achievement in life.

Listen to a barrage of questions from Cornell.

The corner of Nick Fury's mouth couldn't help twitching, he felt a little regretful, wasn't this guy quite serious just now?

You could still talk to him for a long time just now, why did you just turn into this curious baby now?

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

He is so frivolous at such a young age, why can this kind of guy talk to me for a long time?

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

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

"What exactly does S.H.I.E.L.D. do? You don't have permission to know this question yet!"

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

"Your duty is mainly to relieve the psychological pressure of the agents, and the rest has nothing to do with you, so let's do it first!"

"Master Director, don't I have other tasks?" Cornell frowned, his face was a little ugly, he was very dissatisfied: "Is it so easy for an agent? After all, a non-staff agent is also an agent!"

"Master Director, this is not at all the same as the agent I imagined. You are letting me earn a salary for nothing."

After hearing this, Nick Fury raised his eyebrows. What he said made sense. You can't let this old guy earn his salary in vain. You have to find something for him to do!

How can there be such an easy agent in the world?

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

I was exhausted back then, so I got the position of director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Ahem..." Nick Fury coughed lightly, and said with a serious expression: "Agent Cornell, I remember you just said that you saw clowns in comic books when you were a child."

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

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

"Arthur said before he died that one head would be cut off, and two heads would grow back to replace it. Kill a clown, and there will be another clown."

Cornell nodded upon hearing this, and immediately entered his role as an agent, an excellent agent.

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

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

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

"Ahem..." Nick Fury coughed lightly, paused, then reached out and tapped the smooth table lightly, and said in a low voice: "Ahem, Agent Cornell, the cigar you smoked just now I'll take one..."

When Cornell heard the words, he instantly understood that this was a blatant extortion of bribes. He quickly opened the bottom drawer, took out a box of cigars, and handed it over, saying, "Master Chief, this is the Gurkha Black Dragon Club that I have treasured for many years. They are rare and can only be purchased at designated cigar shops."

“The cigar has a unique tobacco blend with a Connecticut broadleaf maduro wrapper, a Dominican filler and a Cameroonian binder.”

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

Nick Fury took the box of cigars, took a look at the low-key packaging, and stuffed it into his arms. He straightened his face and said very seriously: "Ahem, Agent Cornell, we don't do this in the bureau." , This is a very bad habit."

"Well, let's not take this as an example."

Cornell nodded and said with a smile: "Well, that's for sure, let's not take this as an example."

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

"There is still something to do in the bureau. I'll go first. You can investigate the matter of the clown slowly. Remember to protect yourself."

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

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

When he saw Nick Fury leaving, Cornell clenched his fist and slammed it on the glass.

The glass shattered, and Cornell's fist was covered with blood. He breathed the air quickly, with a ferocious expression, and whispered like a demon: "Hoohoo... cut off one head, and grow two heads to replace it, kill One clown, and there will be another clown."

"Hehe... Did Arthur say such a thing before he died?"

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

"Who will be the next person to be infected?"

"Hohohoho...Mr. Clown, I suddenly can't believe you? I always feel that trusting you would not be a good thing..."

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

"..."

"..."

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

"I have lost my eyes and can no longer see the most real scenery in the world. I no longer have a little bit of affection for this world."

"No matter how beautiful the scene from the electronic eye is, it is all false. This world is a false world to me, a dark world."

"Hohohoho...Mr. Clown, don't lie to my feelings! I gave you my beloved Arthur... Arthur is the love of my life...His laughter is the most I have ever heard Pure laughter."

"I've never heard that beautiful voice again... I don't have any hope."

Cornell closed his eyeballs and gently played with them in his hands. A crazily smile gradually appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The look of that smile is a bit familiar, but Cornell, who has taken off his electronic eyes, can't see his own smile.

His smile is like a clown.

...

Stark Industries Building.

Office of the Vice President.

A relaxing and soothing music is playing, the lazy sunlight shines in from the window, it is not dazzling, and the whole office is wrapped in comfort.

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

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

As usual, the coffee he drinks now should be iced Americano without sugar and milk, which can't be bitterer, which is convenient for refreshing the mind.

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

According to the usual, he should be a super roll king, a self-discipline madman, not only roll himself, but also ask his employees to roll along with him.

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

But now is the present, the usual is the usual, today's Zhou Ran is not yesterday's Zhou Ran.

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

In the past, he has been forcibly oppressing himself to make himself an indispensable part of Stark Industry, and rounding up is tantamount to becoming 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 doesn't need Tony Stark's protection very much, and 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 means that he is also an invincible existence.

Because of superhuman strength, Zhou Ran can also relax properly and relieve the tense emotions.

He hadn't experienced this kind of lazy feeling for ten years.

Of course, he only relaxed for a short while.

After all, he hasn't completed the task issued by Superman Clark, and he can't relax completely.

Well, even if you get superhuman strength, the volume still has to be rolled.

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

The previous volume was to protect one's own safety, but the current volume is for the right to speak, for the top spot of future superheroes.

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