I became a weirdo in Marvel

Chapter 105 Assemble!

Fury stood on the stage, his voice loud and passionate, as if every word could penetrate the air and reach everyone's heart.

However, several people in the audience seemed a little stunned and had no reaction at all.

Eddie yawned and said, "Director, why don't you give me a raise? Maybe I'll be more motivated."

Fury's face darkened. If SHIELD had sufficient funding, he wouldn't have to waste so much time.

"Chief, let me do it."

Steve turned to face his teammates with a serious look on his face: "I know that you are standing here, you are already very clear about your responsibilities, and you have anticipated how many terrible enemies you will face in the future. What I want to say is that this is far from enough. The enemies you are about to encounter will be thousands of times more terrible than you can imagine!"

"We must be prepared to die at any time. This is a road from which there is no turning back!"

Everyone's faces became extremely serious, except Eddie who raised his hand timidly.

Facing everyone's gaze, Eddie felt a little guilty: "Well, when I joined, I didn't say it would be a life-and-death situation. Can I quit? I'm just a useless reporter. You won't lose much without me, right?"

"I've seen your file, Eddie Brock."

Steve walked up to Eddie and said slowly: "I know that you were just an ordinary reporter before. But when you drank that bottle of assassin potion and mastered extraordinary power, you were destined to say goodbye to those peaceful days. Even if you escape from it, it will not let you go. What's more..."

"You're going to die, Eddie."

"W-what? I'm going to die?"

Eddie pointed at himself, looking incredulous.

"You are lying to me, don't think you are Captain America and that whatever you say is right."

Steve shook his head gently: "Your own body should know better than me. How many days have you not had a good sleep?"

For a moment, Eddie was speechless.

Lately, the mumbling sounds in his ears have become more frequent, like an invisible hand constantly twitching at his nerves.

Every night, he had trouble falling asleep, and even sleeping pills didn't work, which made him very upset.

The sad thing is that even the psychologist hired by SHIELD at a high salary couldn't cure his tinnitus. This is undoubtedly a mysterious thing.

He was thinking of taking advantage of this meeting to ask Fury for help, but he didn't expect that Captain America saw through it.

"You, how did you know?"

Of course it was the Holy Lord who reminded him, otherwise Steve would have thought that Eddie had kidney deficiency because of excessive indulgence.

"That's not important. What's important is that I can help you. Of course, you can't keep running away. Facing it and defeating it is your only chance to survive."

"Okay, okay, I get it."

The only "thorn" was easily taken down by Steve, and there were no more discordant voices within the company.

[Haha, see, little Steve? This is my worth. Shouldn't you give me some thank you gift?]

【Let’s wait until the method you mentioned is really useful. 】

[How dare you, a tiny human being, question me! ]

Steve ignored the noisy voice in his head. He tightened his face and looked directly at each team member with sharp and determined eyes.

"Tomorrow, we Avengers will carry out our first secret mission. I hope you can prepare in advance."

Although it is said to be tomorrow, in fact, at night, Steve and his group will board a plane to the African continent and spend the night on the plane.

After waking up, they will reach their destination.

They were riding on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s secret combat weapon - the Quinjet.

After being designed and modified by Tony himself, the originally small Quinjet was expanded a lot, making it large enough to accommodate the five Avengers for living and resting.

Flying a fighter plane is not very difficult. Under Agent May's instruction, Captain America and the Winter Soldier quickly learned how to operate it.

Eddie wanted to learn but was rejected by Agent May, who thought he was unreliable and would drive the fighter plane into a ditch. As for Matt, well, no one was willing to let him operate it.

"Okay, now the three of us will take turns flying the plane. Agent Mei will be the first, and the rest of you can go and rest."

Steve gave an order and everyone returned to their seats to rest.

Only Eddie couldn't sleep, so he secretly found Steve with a look of deep expectation.

"Ahem, Captain, didn't you say before that you had a way to solve my problem?"

"Oh, I was just about to come find you."

Steve took Eddie to the lounge and poured him a cup of hot water.

"Eddie, I actually heard this from someone else. I don't know if it will work - this method is called role-playing!"

"Performance?"

Eddie looked confused: "What does this mean?"

"It means that you need to digest the accumulated potion energy in your body by playing a specific character template. Didn't you drink the assassin potion? I guess you need to play the assassin."

"Playing an assassin?"

Eddie couldn't help but think of the time when he went to the Arctic, he had inadvertently played the role of an assassin. His symptoms had indeed been alleviated at that time, but as time went on, this trick became less and less effective.

He brought this up, causing Steve to look odd.

It turns out that this guy is also his savior.

"Is there something wrong?"

"Well, maybe you are acting too simply? An assassin doesn't just hide, he also has to kill people."

"Ah? You want me to kill someone?"

Eddie shook his head desperately: "No, no, I can't do it."

Steve also doesn't like killing people, and it's even more impossible for him to instigate others to kill people: "I mean, let you try to kill some animals. Of course, by assassination."

"Will this really work?" Eddie expressed doubt.

Steve didn't quite believe it either. It was all said by the Holy Lord.

"How about you try it first?"

"Uh, alright. Thanks, Captain."

Eddie drank the hot water in one gulp and left the lounge.

Steve sat alone in a chair, talking to the Lord in his mind.

[Holy Lord, what exactly is that assassin potion? ]

[A very extraordinary thing. According to legend, it can make ordinary creatures become gods. ]

[Becoming a god? With just a bottle of potion? ]

[Of course not. This is just the first step. There is still a long way to go.]

Steve was silent for a while, then asked, "Does God really exist in this world?"

[It depends on what kind of gods you are talking about. If they are gods who claim to be gods but are so weak that they are beaten by mortals, there are many of them.]

"Ok?"

This was completely beyond Steve's expectations. Could there be such a weak god?
"So where are they? Why didn't we know about it before?"

【Not on Earth anyway.】

(End of this chapter)