In American comics, all your teammates are the main characters and bosses

Chapter 46: Top Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

666 Hell's Kitchen, Manhattan, New York.

Holding a Kiss-Up brand popsicle in his hand, Ron walked out of the deserted alley through the Kamar-Taj portal and onto the street. After seeing the mental state of his own mental hospital from afar, Ron couldn't help but touch his chin.

I've only been away from home for three days, how come even a mental hospital has become so crazy?

Time goes back to the first day Ron left the mental hospital.

One day after Nick Fury and senior agent Coulson lost contact with S.H.I.E.L.D., Hawkeye and Natasha received an urgent order from Hill. They quickly put down the tasks at hand and headed to Hell's Kitchen, the place where Nick Fury and Coulson left the last signal before they disappeared.

As agents, Natasha and Hawkeye naturally have extraordinary perception of danger. And considering the special nature of Hell's Kitchen, they became alert as soon as they entered Hell's Kitchen, concentrating on observing every corner around them, looking for any traces and information that Nick Fury and Coulson might have left.

"No valuable information was found." Hawkeye and Natasha, wearing tactical goggles and dressed like a cool guy and a little girl, did not look out of place walking in Hell's Kitchen during the day.

And through the miniature intercom placed in his ear, Hawkeye said with a slightly solemn look: "Where are you?"

"No."

Natasha shook her head, then said calmly:
"Keep calm, and don't ignore the details because of nervousness. Director Nick Fury is the only Level 10 agent in the world, and is also recognized as the king of agents. He has participated in countless major battles to protect world peace. His sense of crisis and survival instinct after being trapped are far superior to ordinary people. Even if he is attacked by surprise, he will definitely leave clues for us to use for rescue!"

Hearing this, Barton nodded seriously and added:
"Agent Coulson should not be underestimated. Although some people in the bureau believe that Agent Coulson became a core member because of his close relationship with the director, to be able to become an eighth-level agent, Agent Coulson's abilities are also outstanding. Although his combat ability is slightly weak, his awareness is a model for agents. When they were attacked at the same time, they..."

As they were talking, at the end of the street, the two saw Nick Fury and Coulson, who had been picking cotton and getting spanked all night.

Seeing this, there was a moment of silence. Natasha and Barton lowered their heads in tacit understanding, rubbed their brows and eyes, and said:
“Maybe I’m a little too nervous…” ×2
"..."×2
"Are you hallucinating too?" ×2
Looking up, the two looked at each other, and then looked at the two people who were picking cotton and getting spanked, looking at the silly smiles on their faces, their buttocks that were swollen like Kardashian's, and their nylon tactical belts that had already been torn.

Nick Fury was wearing tactical underwear, which was good for protecting against knives and bullets, but unfortunately it wasn't good for protecting against impact, so he still got swollen.

Without the tactical belt, Nick Fury, who was chasing cotton pickers with his belt stained with grape soda, was spanked. Even Coulson's own trouser waist had fallen to his knees, and his underwear printed with Captain America was shining in the sun. The scene like a children's cult deeply raped Hawkeye and Natasha's brains again.

After thinking about it, Barton turned and left.

Seeing this, Natasha grabbed Barton's hand and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Run! It will be too late if you don't run now." Barton said in a deep voice: "Although the Director and Coulson have been partners since they were field agents, I didn't expect that they actually had this kind of relationship."

"Calm down! It's a mental disturbance!"

Natasha cursed inwardly, but after thinking about it, although Hawkeye Agent had carried out many missions, the number of missions involving supernatural powers was very small, so Natasha explained:
"Look carefully at the eyes of the Director and Agent Coulson. They are dull, sluggish, and distracted. It is obvious that their minds are being controlled by special means!"

"Then what should we do?" Hawkeye looked around hesitantly. After making sure that there was no one else around, he whispered, "Should we report to the headquarters?"

"..."

Natasha didn't say anything, and Hawkeye also kept his mouth shut and didn't mention reporting to the headquarters. After a moment, Natasha said:

"Any ability to interfere with the mind is a kind of cognitive disturbance, which is essentially no different from brainwashing. As long as we can provide a certain degree of stimulation, they will recover soon!"

Hearing this, Hawkeye subconsciously took out a retractable bow and arrow from his tactical windproof jacket.

The original intention was to stab Carlson and Nick Fury in the thigh to make them feel pain, thus stimulating their brains to wake up immediately. But after thinking about it, looking at Nick Fury's buttocks that were already raised and oozing blood, he suddenly felt that the stimulation in his hands might not be enough.

After thinking for a moment, Hawkeye also used the tip of the arrow to dip a little venom from the bottles and jars on the tactical belt around his waist.

"This is an extract of bullet ant venom, a neurotoxin that can produce strong pain stimulation. Even a weak dose can cause a weak-willed person to go into shock due to pain in a short period of time." After a pause, Hawkeye said in a questioning tone:
"But it shouldn't be a problem for the King of Agents and the Role Model Agent. This level of pain should be enough to wake them up, right?"

Hearing this, Natasha nodded after thinking for a moment and said, "We can only give it a try. It's just a weak measurement, there shouldn't be any problem. If there is a problem... we will bear the responsibility together!"

After hearing Natasha's words "We share the responsibility", Hawkeye smiled knowingly, and looked at Natasha. Then Hawkeye nodded and said, "Don't worry, I won't run away if there is really a problem!"

After saying that, Hawkeye turned and walked towards Nick Fury under Natasha's encouraging gaze.

But at the moment when Hawkeye approached the Cotton Fried Chicken, Watermelon and Grape Soda array, the ritual was activated. Hawkeye agent felt his head go empty, and then he felt an instinctive impulse hidden in his blood that washed away his rationality. Then his rationality was suppressed, and his spirit looked at his body in his mind with an idiotic smile of "hehehe", drooling from the corners of his mouth as he pulled out a tactical belt covered with various potions, and swung it with all his strength towards Nick Fury's butt.

Seeing this sudden scene, Natasha couldn't help but take two steps back. Looking at the tactical belt that was dyed red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple by various potions, and the director's buttocks that would jelly-like DUANG, DUANG, DUANG, Natasha felt an unprecedented malice -

MD, you do this when you hear about sharing the responsibility, Hawkeye, do you really want me to die? !
Thinking in her mind, Natasha actually calmed down quickly.

Ordinary people might not be able to detect it, but after carrying out countless missions, and personally experiencing the brutal World War II, the Cold War, and countless open and secret struggles between countries and even planetary civilizations, and undergoing a lot of anti-hypnosis training, Natasha is now extremely sure that her mind was infected the moment she stepped into this block.

Multivariate Mental Hospital... Yes, I have looked up the relevant information. The director personally set it as an S-level top-secret file before going here. If it weren't for the director's accidental disappearance and the fact that this file was just sealed a few days before the disappearance, even Natasha would not be qualified to visit it.

If I remember correctly, this mental hospital, formerly an orphanage, caused a large number of people to have the same dream and to keep dying and coming back to life in their dreams.

The owner of this mental hospital is Ron, who was once a member of the orphanage!
But the question arises again, why is it that the Director, Agent Coulson, and Agent Hawkeye were all forcibly brainwashed due to the same mental pollution, but I...

As she thought about it, Natasha's eyes were slightly stunned.

Nick Fury was a black man from the South of the United States. Coulson and Hawkeye were both white men from the North, real idiots. And I... was a genuine old Stalingrad man from the Soviet Union, so I was not afraid of anything!

Thinking this in her mind and being alert, Natasha rolled over the cotton tree and the high wall of the mental hospital and entered the interior.

I landed steadily like a superhero, and when I looked up I saw Wolf who had gotten up early in the morning and was about to go to the toilet.

Wolf:"……"

Looking at Natasha who was half-kneeling on the ground with her butt raised, not knowing who she was trying to show off to, Wolf's expression did not change at all. Instead, he looked at Natasha for a moment, sighed, and then pulled out the wedge ball from his waist.

After thinking about it, he finally chose to point the back of the knife at Natasha.

Without saying anything more, he walked towards Natasha without saying a word.

Seeing this, Natasha narrowed her eyes, then stood up, lowered her upper body center of gravity, put her hands in front of her body, revealing a classic posture of unrestricted fighting.

As the head of S.H.I.E.L.D., although she looks like she has nothing on her body, the technological content of Natasha's equipment is quite high. The clothes she wears look like those of a little girl, but the inside is a light combat suit made of the same synthetic stretch fabric as the director's underwear. It is bulletproof and stab-proof, and has micro suction cups on her hands and feet, which can move freely on the smooth glass lenses.

The bracelet-like accessory on his arm was called the Widow Sting, which could fire bullets, poison needles, poison gas, micro explosives, and tear gas. Now, with his fists clenched, a blue circuit lit up from the Widow Sting wristband, and then a torrent of electric arcs flashed at the tip of the fist.

This electric current of up to 30,000 volts is enough to cause skin burns, arrhythmia, myocardial damage, respiratory arrest, and even direct shock to ordinary people, even if it only hits once!
In comparison, the other party...

His eyes swept over the wolf's body - its clothes were tattered, and the iron knife in its hand was rusty. It looked like it had not been maintained much. One of its arms was broken, and it was simply carved into the shape of an arm with wood and hemp rope and connected to the broken arm.

The advantage is mine!

Thinking in her heart, Natasha raised her hand and shot out several poison needles, intending to make the wolf fall asleep on the spot. But before Natasha could understand, accompanied by a crisp sound, the seemingly rusty iron knife knocked down all the steel needles in an instant.

The left arm trembled, and several long gray-black feathers attached to the prosthetic hand. Before Natasha could figure out how those feathers appeared on those prosthetic limbs, the wolf disappeared directly from Natasha's sight as the mist crow feathers waved.

Seeing this, Natasha's inner alarm bells rang, and without any hesitation, she turned around and punched him viciously.

The wolf was somewhat surprised at Natasha's extraordinary reaction speed, but he didn't care much. He just stretched out his hand to block Natasha's punch - damn! His prosthetic limbs were not conductive!
Thinking in her heart, Natasha did not panic at all, but quickly activated the ejection device of the widow sting. Then, the circuit with 30,000 volts of high-voltage current shot out from the wrist guard, accompanied by two iron pieces piercing into the wolf's clothes.

Natasha: “It’s done!”

Wolf:"……"

Although the wolf saw Natasha's attack, he did not have the slightest intention of dodging or even blocking it. He just stood there and allowed herself to be hit.

Seeing this, Natasha also noticed something a little strange, but she was relieved. Was she being too confident? But it doesn't matter. The high voltage of 30,000 volts is enough to make you fall asleep for a long time... Hmm?

Looking at the wolf who was still standing there, Natasha's eyes revealed a trace of astonishment. She looked at the electric wire that had pierced the wolf's collar and touched his skin, and then looked at the widow sting that showed "working", and the expressionless wolf...

Somewhat confused, Natasha activated it again, and the wires lit up again, but the wolf still stood there unmoved.

Then, before Natasha could come to her senses, the wolf handed over the knife, and the iron back of the knife fell on Natasha's body.

Crack!

The 30,000-volt current was conducted along the blade to Natasha's body. Even as a top agent, Natasha was still shaken by the electric shock, with her mouth and eyes crooked.

After a moment, he let go of her hand, and Natasha fell to the ground and lost consciousness.

After pulling out two electric wires from his clothes, Wolf looked around, then took off the widow's sting, and then took out a set of hooks from the system space. He tied them up, hung them at the door, and turned around to continue using the toilet.

As for the widow's sting, since Bian Ruozi lacks the ability to protect itself, this little thing might be very useful.

As for the current...

It's so funny. Do you really think that the guy was just pretending when he was shaking before the thunder hit the ground?

I'm used to it. Only 30,000 volts? Not to mention the thunder summoned by Sakura Dragon, even the thunder summoned by Genichirō is more powerful than this. Who are you looking down on by expecting to kill me with a stun gun? Even Pikachu would shout invincibility when he saw me.

Peter continued to volunteer on weekends.

I thought I had seen a lot of things since I came to the mental hospital as a volunteer, and I wouldn't be surprised no matter what happened. But as soon as I arrived, I saw a woman tied up like a silkworm chrysalis hanging on the pillar at the door.

There was a ball gag stuffed in his mouth, and he was drooling and moving around like a silkworm pupa.

There was one more person whipping the whip, and the whip was even covered with various potions and broken glass.

Seeing this, Peter was stunned, and then he became flustered - No, why are you still here? Did you really pick cotton and whip it all night? And why are there two more people?

After much deliberation, Peter called 911.

(End of this chapter)