Marvel: I have a serious mental illness

On the other side, Jason in the second group blamed himself extremely, looked extremely anxious, and kept calling Coulson.

The remaining technicians were also divided into two parts.

Some technicians manipulated the computers, called up the real-time monitoring around Hell's Kitchen and the Statue of Liberty, and watched carefully with wide-eyed eyes, checking whether there were any suspicious people around, looking for clues that could be used.

Another group of technicians controlled the computer, turned on the eight-fold speed, and quickly checked the surveillance video of the neighborhoods around Hell's Kitchen and the streets around the Statue of Liberty within a week.

……

Inside an abandoned chemical plant.

Most of the first batch of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who followed Coulson down the rope died, and only one or two lucky ones who might have really been kissed by God survived.

The dead people, their bodies were all shot through by the spears, and their whole bodies were nailed to the ground or the wall.

Their death conditions were incomparably terrifying, incomparably miserable, and incomparably frightening. All of them had their eyes wide open, their bodies were covered in blood, and there was not a single intact corpse.

Those who survived sat in a pool of blood in despair, trembling all over, the sweat of fear drenched the door, and their eyes were dull.

Their souls were already dead, and they were so frightened that they lost themselves. Their eyes were all wide open, and fear and confusion were pounding their hearts hard.

The stark contrast between life and death, the rusty green spear stained with bright red blood, constitutes this frightening scene, after the fear, it still looks a little different, not weird mood and beauty.

Like a very abstract oil painting, the chaos is mixed with absurdity, forming a perverted beauty.

This is the art of clowns.

Witnessing the deaths of their companions with their own eyes, on the roof, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who hadn’t come down were extremely angry one by one, clutching the high-tech equipment in their bodies, and slid down the rope quickly.

At this moment, they are no longer in the mood to think about whether there will be an attack. They only have one belief in their hearts, and that is revenge, revenge for Chief Coulson, and revenge for the comrades who died in S.H.I.E.L.D.

Fortunately, no mechanism appeared, and they successfully came to the ground.They were angry, but they still maintained a tacit understanding.

Some of the agents fired wildly at the lunatics in the sewage pool who were climbing to the shore. They must kill all these lunatics; Fire on, they've got to run up to the ledge, kill that madman, kill that madman who pulled down the gate.

They want to avenge the dead Chief Coulson!Avenge your dead comrades!

On the high platform, the lunatic with a naked body and a crazy smile saw the scene in front of him, and he laughed even more happily.

Facing the powerful firepower from S.H.I.E.L.D., the lunatic didn't choose to dodge or run away.

The lunatic chose to face death directly, he slowly stretched out his arms, and despite the powerful firepower hitting him, he could not feel the slightest pain, and the injury on his body also improved in an instant, he acted boldly without fear Laugh: "Hahaha..."

"Hahaha……"

"Hahaha……"

Hearing the terrifying laughter, Coulson forcefully opened his eyes, and moaned in pain.

Coulson knew that he was going to die soon, and his consciousness had begun to blur. He looked at the naked lunatic in front of him as he was dying, and asked tremblingly, "Who are you? Are you different from those people?"

"I don't know who I am either, I think I'm probably a clown."

Chapter 70 The heavy rain will wash away everything (Please follow up! Please collect!)

"I don't know who I am either, I think I'm probably a clown."

"No, not very likely, but definitely! I must be a clown, and a very special clown!"

The naked lunatic lowered his head slowly, staring at Coulson with scarlet eyes. His face was extremely serious, and his tone was extremely serious. He answered Coulson's question solemnly.

And a look that does not allow refutation.

Listen to the madman's answer.

Coulson, who had already lost a lot of blood and his face was pale, resisted the pain, gritted his teeth, and asked the last question in his life with a trembling voice: "What the hell are fireworks?"

After hearing this, the lunatic had a strange expression on his face, smiled and blinked, and answered Coulson's question: "Hee hee hee... Fireworks are fireworks, it's just a pity, you can't see them!"

When Coulson heard this, his heart was filled with resignation, his eyes gradually collapsed, his eyes gradually lost their sight distance, and the surrounding scene gradually became illusory and dim.

The face of his wife, the face of the child, the face of Nick Fury, the face of Hawkeye... the face of every agent in S.H.I.E.L.D. flashed before his eyes.

In the end, all these faces were shattered like mirrors, turning into a thick darkness.

Coulson died with a smile on his face.

His smile is full of apology, he really wants to kiss his wife again, he really wants to hug his child again...

The death of Coulson made the lunatic feel a little bit. He originally thought that this man would die with a face of unwillingness and regret, but he didn't expect this man to have a smile on his face...

This is really a fun little thing.

Then take this fun thing and go to church together... The time is coming... Something interesting is about to happen...

This very special, intelligent lunatic, he looked at the lunatics under the high platform who were fighting with the agents of the SHIELD, and at the agents of the SHIELD who were climbing up the high platform and shooting wildly at him.

The madman couldn't help but sighed, shook his head, and muttered to himself: "This farce should also end, these brothers without wisdom don't deserve to survive, they are all failed works..."

"They look really ugly. Being with them and breathing the same air as them, I feel extremely disgusted and disgusted every moment..."

"Who made me the most special of these brothers? I'm going to be the next clown, and a real clown."

"These agents should die too, the brothers will be lonely down there, they always need some playmates..."

"..."

"My father, although you accidentally created me with the clown factor in your body, you have no idea what a real clown is."

"You have been affected by that powerful force. You are already sick, and you are dying of illness. It has reached the point of no cure. I can feel your life is dying. It is at the end. You will probably end in fireworks When it blooms..."

"Well, although I don't know what a clown is, I know that a clown definitely doesn't need to be admired by others..."

"He definitely doesn't need any fanatical believers, and he will never deliberately expand his children's army..."

"I think the clown has no clear purpose..."

"..."

"..."

"However, father, although you failed, I still want to thank you for creating me, and I also appreciate your talent."

"I will inherit your talent... Laughing at the virus, that is really an interesting gadget..."

"Well, Father, I still have to go to the church and accept your baptism in person. You must be very surprised at that time. After all, you have never taken us seriously. In your eyes, I am also a person without wisdom, yes A failed piece."

"Unfortunately, father, you read wrong..."

"Then, let me put an end to this farce now..."

After the lunatic finished speaking, he reached out and picked up the dead Coulson, and then jumped from the high platform to the roof with a light jump.

He looked at the brothers who were fighting with the agents in the chemical plant through the big hole opened by the agents.

And those agents who were climbing the rope at high speed, trying to catch up with him and catch him.

The lunatic waved his hand fiercely at them, grinned and said, "Hahaha... goodbye my enemies and brothers..."

The voice fell.

On the high platform where the lunatic was standing just now, a strange red light lit up.

"boom!"

A huge explosion sounded, and the high platform instantly turned into fly ash, and the crimson flames burned, sweeping across the entire abandoned chemical plant.

The agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the lunatics created by the clown were all buried in the explosion. The agents didn't understand why the bomb exploded even though the detection device couldn't detect it.

Looking at the spreading fire, looking at the abandoned chemical plant that began to slowly collapse due to the fire.

The corner of the lunatic's mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile.

Oh, damn it, I almost forgot that besides developing the Laughing Virus himself, my father also developed the Extremis Bomb together with Mr. Hansen.

Well, what's more, my father is going to blow us up this time, he doesn't allow such inferior existence as us, it will tarnish the greatness of the clown...

……

The lunatic laughed, and slowly left the sea of ​​flames that was burning violently...

At this moment, the ordinary people in this hell's kitchen, the abandoned chemical plant that has always wanted to burn but dared not, finally burned.

The ferocious flames devoured everything. The green sewage pool full of various chemical wastes began to bubble and steam due to the heat, making the sound of "gurgling, gurgling". The sewage pool exploded with a "boom"!

A huge impact erupted!

The smog that had been shrouded in pollution due to pollution also charged into the sky at this moment, like a beast.

In the clouds, hot air collided with cold air, and then a white lightning flashed across the dark night sky, and it rained heavily in Hell's Kitchen.

All of a sudden, there was a vast expanse of whiteness between the sky and the earth.

If you observe carefully, you will find that there are some green fine dust mixed in this white heavy rain.

However, in this pitch-black night, these incomparably small traces are impossible to find, and no one will take the initiative to pay attention to them.

The people in Hell's Kitchen, it's not raining like they haven't seen before, how could they pay attention?

As for the loss of an abandoned factory overnight, that is even more common, and the people here have long been used to it.

You know, this is Hell's Kitchen!

This is the Garden of Eden that breeds evil, the paradise of villains, and the ugly dump of garbage.

On the streets during the day, there may be an extremely anxious fight between two groups of gangsters at any time, and in the no-man's land at night, there may be an extremely fierce battle at any time, leading to a big explosion.

Here, the bad guys at the top will not be curious about such things, because they have long been used to it, and they are the explosion makers themselves.

Ordinary people at the bottom are even less curious. They just want to live their lives smoothly, and it is best to escape from this place and this garbage dump.

But there are only a very few lucky ones who walked out of Hell's Kitchen, and more of them merged with it and became the villains and villains they once hated.

Here, black and white are reversed, good and evil are out of balance, and only a handful of good are left.

In the dark night, under the heavy rain, the bloodstains of the lunatics and agents were washed away, and the burning fire was also weakened a little bit.

However, judging from the state of the fire and the extent of the burning, the chemical plant should also be turned into ashes by dawn, completely withdrawing from the stage.

What makes people more lamentable is that the lunatic and the spy who were the enemy in life ended up going to death hand in hand and meeting Satan together.

I just don't know if they will be friends in hell?

Chapter 71 The Mysterious Mechanical Sound

Meanwhile, inside the Statue of Liberty.

Hill is leading the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. to frantically dismantle the bombs, and they are racing against death.

While directing the agents to dismantle the bomb, Hill frowned and contacted William. There was a hint of irritability in her eyes, and some discomfort in her tone.

"Hey, William, do you have any new discoveries there? Haven't you calculated where the explosives are expected to be placed?"

William put his hands on the computer and was calculating and deducing frantically. His forehead was already covered with sweat, and his face was pale. The calculation power was partly due to anxiety and negative emotions.

William suppressed his discomfort, smiled, and said, "Director Hill, please wait a little longer, the results will be calculated soon, you know, many of the bombs you dismantled just now are fake. It is adding great difficulty to our calculations every moment..."

"We're remodeling the bomb every second right now...and we're on the verge of success."

Hill heard the words, took a deep breath, and said very seriously: "Okay, William, I know that it is difficult for you now, but I still hope that you can increase your speed. You must know that our time is really running out. Just over an hour left."

"The most important thing is that the United States cannot live without the Statue of Liberty, just as the West cannot live without Jerusalem."

Hill was feeling extremely depressed and irritable at the moment.

So far, more than half of the bombs dismantled by S.H.I.E.L.D. are fake, and only a small part of them can explode.

Moreover, the power of this kind of explosion is not great at all. The content of gunpowder is equivalent to a normal grenade. Even if all the bombs dismantled are combined and detonated together, it is impossible to collapse the incomparably strong Statue of Liberty.

What's more deadly is that each of these bombs is very difficult to dismantle. If you don't dismantle them, you can't know its power, nor its composition and structure.

Who knows which of these bombs is the problem?Which one is the culprit that detonated the Statue of Liberty?

Also, what happened to Coulson? I'm completely confused and confused, and I haven't figured out the specific situation until now?

At this moment, although Hill was suffering from a headache, she had no choice but to continue to dismantle the densely packed bombs in front of her.

Fortunately, most of it has been demolished now, leaving only the fifth floor, and there is still plenty of time. If the bomb that detonated the Statue of Liberty is among them, then she will definitely be able to stop the clown.

Hill only hopes that this crisis can be resolved after all the bombs in the Statue of Liberty are dismantled. She really doesn't want to hear some bad news and face some sudden situations at this critical juncture.

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Inside the A.H.I.E.L.D. Technical Department.