Marvel: I Have Severe Mental Disorder

Let the time come to five minutes ago.

On the top floor of the Statue of Liberty, the vampire Patrick slowly stood up. He walked slowly out of the window and onto the torch that had been held high in the hands of the Statue of Liberty.

He opened a pair of broken bat wings, touched Teresa's face gently with his hand, pointed to the brightly lit sky in the distance, and said with a smile: "Theresa, let's see together. Sun!"

Teresa nodded, buried her head on Patrick's neck, kissed his side face, smiled and said, "Okay, Pat, let's go see the sun together..."

Patrick nodded, smiled and jumped from the torch held high in the hands of the Statue of Liberty. He flapped his battered bat wings and flew towards the slowly rising sun.

It was his first time chasing the sun and his last time chasing the sun.

Five minutes later, it's 4:05.

The sun finally showed its head, and it began to spread its brilliance, and began to illuminate everything in the world.

Patrick and Teresa burned to death in the sun, the ugly but gentle monster died in the sun.

It turned into a sky full of fireworks, turned into an incomparably beautiful fireworks, and the laughter virus they were full of was burning out at this moment...

Hill watched Patrick burn completely into flames, watched Patrick disappear under the light of the sun, and watched the sky full of fireworks.

She pressed the headset lightly with her hand, took a deep breath, and said with a smile, "We have won! We have successfully prevented the collapse of the Statue of Liberty and the clown's conspiracy!"

"We guarded America's hope, we guarded freedom!"

"Freedom shines on the world!"

As soon as Hill finished speaking, the Statue of Liberty burst into warm applause and cheers, and every agent shouted and screamed loudly.

In the S.H.I.E.L.D. hidden in the air, warm applause and cheers erupted.

Under the leadership of William, the members of the technical department began to celebrate loudly.

Only Jason's face was a little disappointed, which was out of tune with this cheerful atmosphere. He was still thinking about the smiling Chief Coulson.

I wonder what's going on with Mr. Colson now?

Jason put his hands together and made a prayer, hoping that Chief Coulson would be safe and alive.

Seeing this, Skye slowly walked to Jason's side, reached out and patted his shoulder, and said with a smile, "Jason, I believe that Mr. Coulson will be fine."

Jason sighed, and he said very reproachfully: "Minister Skye, I don't think I have done anything, and I have hardly contributed to this operation..."

When Skye heard the words, his face was a little stiff, he sneered, and comforted: "If it weren't for the mysterious person you sent, the Statue of Liberty would really be blown up..."

Uh, it's like I'm Skye who really didn't do anything!

Skye was extremely depressed, she was the one who really didn't do anything!

Damn, why isn't there a single enemy in St John's Cathedral?

...

St John's Cathedral.

The clown's body fell on the podium, his face was facing out of the window, and on the slightly lit sky outside the window, fireworks suddenly burst out. It was a very beautiful fireworks.

The clown looked out the window in a trance, and seemed to flash the face of a clown in a purple suit...

“I just hope my death makes more cents than my life.”

He couldn't tell whether it was an illusion or the truth. He smiled with satisfaction and died smiling.

Nick Fury took a deep breath and walked slowly to the clown's side, after repeatedly confirming that the clown was really dead.

He turned to look at Jerome, who was covered in flames, smiled, and said, "Thank you so much just now, if it weren't for Mr. Jerome's help, the clown would probably have escaped today... I don't have the confidence to hit him. "

"However, I'm also a little curious. How did Mr. Jerome know my identity? Where did you hear my name?"

Hearing this, Jerome slowly extinguished the flames burning on his body, sighed deeply, looked at Nick Fury, and said with a smile: "Mr. Nick Fury, there is no airtight wall in the world, your name is very loud, To survive in America, we psychics need to know something important."

"If only one wants to find out, where's the news that can't be found? I'm right, Mr. Nick Fury."

Nick Fury nodded and asked, "That's true, as long as you want to inquire, you will be able to inquire, by the way, Mr. Jerome, I think you will emit a flame, or a very high temperature flame, may I ask you A mutant?"

Jerome shook his head and smiled: "I'm not a mutant, just a normal human with some abilities."

After listening to Nick Fury, he smiled and said, "In this case, does Mr. Jerome want to consider joining S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Jerome shook his head and refused: "Well, I haven't thought about joining S.H.I.E.L.D., or any organization for the time being. I'm used to freedom, I've always been alone, and I'm not used to joining any organization..."

"However, Mr. Nick Fury, I think we are in the same camp, and we are all just. Didn't we cooperate very well just now?"

"I believe we will meet again, and we will defeat difficult enemies together again... Of course, we can leave a contact information for each other. If S.H.I.E.L.D. really encounters any difficult enemies, feel free to come to me. now..."

Nick Fury nodded, and after exchanging contact information with Jerome, he stared at Jerome with his only one eye, and asked with a smile, "Mr. Jerome, do you know Marvel?"

After hearing this, Jerome frowned and shook his head in confusion. He asked with a puzzled face, "Marvel? What Marvel?"

Nick Fury smiled and said, "Mr. Jerome, I mean, our cooperation today is a Marvel!"

Hearing the words, Jerome nodded and laughed loudly: "Hahaha... If you say that, it's really a Marvel! Then let's get over it, Mr. Director..."

After all, Jerome slowly left St. John's Cathedral and disappeared into the just-bright night. He covered his face with his hands, and his face was filled with an incomparably crazy laugh.

He wiped the white paint from the clown's face on his mouth, and whispered softly, "From now on, I'm Joker!"

Nick Fury frowned as he looked at Jerome who was leaving. He didn't know Marvel, which meant he didn't know Carol Danvers.

It seems that he is not the mysterious person...

So who is the mysterious man?

Nick Fury took a deep breath and looked at the corpse of the clown lying on the podium. His face instantly became extremely serious, and his expression was also very depressed.

The voice of the clown before his death echoed in his mind all the time.

"Hahaha... cut off one head and grow two more heads to replace it, kill a clown, there will be another clown..."

Nick Fury gritted his teeth and cursed angrily: "Mother Fuck! Hydra!"

...

Queens, New York.

Ingram Street Villa.

Zhou Ran, who woke up from his sleep, went to the toilet, looked at the fireworks outside the window, smiled, and said with emotion: "These fireworks are still beautiful, but it's strange to set off fireworks at this time. This day It's going to light up soon..."

Zhou Ran looked at the clock. Is it four:05?

He suddenly remembered a very interesting and inspiring story in his previous life. Have you ever seen New York at four in the morning?

Zhou Ran chuckled and said, "Well, in New York at four o'clock in the morning, not only people go to play basketball, but some people may also set off fireworks."

After all, Zhou Ran turned around and went back to the bed, and went back to sleep. He was going to attend the military awards ceremony tomorrow. There were so many things going on. If he could sleep a little longer, that would be a while.