I'm in an American comic book, and all my teammates are main characters and bosses.

Chapter 46: S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Top Agents

666 Hell's Kitchen, Manhattan, New York.

Carrying a popsicle from the "Buttocks" brand, Ron emerged from a deserted alley through the Kamar-Taj portal and onto the street. Seeing the mental state of his own mental hospital in the distance, Ron couldn't help but stroke his chin.

How could a mental hospital become so chaotic after only three days away from home?

Let's go back to the first day Ron left the mental hospital.

A 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 dropped their current tasks and headed to Hell's Kitchen, the last place Nick Fury and Coulson left a signal before they disappeared.

As agents, Natasha and Hawkeye naturally possessed an extraordinary sense of danger. Furthermore, considering the unique nature of Hell's Kitchen, they became even more alert the moment they entered, focusing intently on observing every corner around them, searching for any trace or information that Nick Fury and Coulson might have left behind.

"No valuable information found." Wearing tactical goggles and dressed like a cool guy and a tomboy, Hawkeye and Natasha walked through Hell's Kitchen during the day without looking out of place.

Through the miniature walkie-talkie held to his ear, Hawkeye asked with a slightly serious tone, "Where are you over there?"

"no."

Natasha shook her head, then calmly said:

"Stay calm, don't let nervousness cause you to overlook details. Director Nick Fury is one of the world's only Level 10 agents, and is widely recognized as the king of spies. He has participated in countless major battles to protect world peace. His sense of crisis and his survival instinct when trapped are far beyond that of ordinary people. Even if he were ambushed, he would definitely leave clues for us to use in the rescue!"

Upon hearing this, Patton nodded seriously and added:

"Agent Coulson is not to be underestimated. Although some in the department believe that Agent Coulson became a core member because of his close relationship with the director, to become a Level 8 agent, Agent Coulson's abilities are equally outstanding. Although his combat skills are slightly weaker, his awareness and awareness are exemplary among agents. And when attacked, they..."

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

Seeing this, after a moment of silence, Natasha and Barton lowered their heads in unison, rubbed their temples and eyes, and said:

"I might be a little too nervous..." ×2

"..." x2

"You're hallucinating too?" ×2

Looking up, the two exchanged a glance, then looked at the two men who were picking cotton and spanking their buttocks. They saw the silly, dumb smiles on their faces, their swollen buttocks that were comparable to those of the Kardashians, and their nylon tactical belts that had already come undone.

Nick Fury wore tactical underwear, which was knife and bulletproof, but unfortunately not impact-resistant; he still swelled up just the same way.

Without the restraint of the tactical belt, Nick Fury, whose belt was soaked in grape soda, chased after Coulson picking cotton and smacked his buttocks. Even Coulson's own waistband had fallen down to his knees, and his Captain America-printed underwear gleamed in the sunlight. The scene, like something out of a children's cult classic, deeply violated Hawkeye and Natasha's minds once again.

After thinking for a moment, Barton turned and left.

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

"Run, it'll be too late if we don't run now," Barton said in a deep voice. "Although the director and Coulson have been partners since their days as field agents, I never imagined they had this other connection."

"Calm down! It's mental interference!"

Natasha cursed under her breath, but after thinking about it, she realized that while Agent Hawkeye had carried out many missions, very few involved supernatural forces. So Natasha explained:

"Look closely into the eyes of the director and Agent Coulson. They're blank, vacant, and unfocused. Their minds are clearly being controlled by special means!"

"What should we do then?" Hawkeye hesitated, glancing left and right. After confirming that no one else was around, he whispered, "Should we report to headquarters?"

"..."

Natasha remained silent, and Hawkeye, in turn, tacitly kept quiet, refraining from mentioning reporting to headquarters again. After a moment, Natasha spoke:

"Any ability to interfere with mental processes is a form of cognitive disruption, essentially no different from brainwashing. As long as we provide a certain level of stimulation, they will quickly recover!"

Upon hearing this, Hawkeye instinctively pulled out a retractable bow and arrow from his tactical windproof jacket.

The original intention was to inflict pain on Carlson and Nick Fury by stabbing their thighs, thereby stimulating their brains to wake them up immediately. However, after thinking about it, and seeing Nick Fury's already raised, bleeding buttocks, he suddenly felt that the stimulation from his hands might not be enough.

After a moment's thought, Hawkeye also used the tip of his arrow to dab a little venom from the vial in his tactical belt.

"This is an extract of bullet ant venom, a neurotoxin that can produce intense pain. Even a tiny dose can cause those with weak willpower to go into shock from the pain in a short time." Hawkeye paused, then asked in a questioning tone:

"But it shouldn't be a problem for the king of spies and the model of spies; this level of pain should be enough to bring them back to their senses, right?"

Upon hearing this, Natasha pondered for a moment before nodding and saying, "We have no choice but to try. It's just a small amount; it should be fine. If there are any problems… we'll share the responsibility!"

Upon hearing Natasha's words, "We'll share the responsibility," Hawkeye smiled knowingly, exchanged a glance with Natasha, and then nodded, saying, "Don't worry, I won't run away from any problems!"

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

But just as Hawkeye approached the array of cotton, fried chicken, watermelon, and grape soda, the spell activated. Hawkeye felt his mind go blank, and then he felt an instinctive impulse hidden in his blood overwhelm his reason. Reason was suppressed, and his mind looked at his own body and gave a stupid "guhehe" laugh. While drooling, he pulled out a tactical belt covered with various potions and swung it with all his might towards Nick Fury's buttocks.

Seeing this sudden scene, Natasha couldn't help but take two steps back. Looking at the tactical belt stained red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple by various potions, and the director's shapely buttocks that bounced wildly like jelly at the slightest touch, Natasha felt an unprecedented malice—

Damn it, you pull this stunt the moment you hear about sharing responsibility? Hawkeye, are you trying to kill me?!

While thinking this, Natasha actually calmed down quickly.

Ordinary people might not notice, but having carried out countless missions and personally experienced the brutal World War II, the Cold War, and countless open and covert struggles between nations and even planetary civilizations, and having undergone extensive anti-hypnosis training, Natasha is now absolutely certain that her mind was infected the moment she stepped into this neighborhood.

The Multi-Psychiatric Hospital… Yes, I've looked up information about it. The director personally set it to S-level top secret before going there. If it weren't for the director's unexpected disappearance, and the fact that this file had only been sealed a few days before his disappearance, even Natasha wouldn't have been 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 repeatedly die and come back to life in the dream.

And the owner of this mental hospital is none other than Ron, who was once a member of an orphanage!

But then another question arises: why were the Director, Agent Coulson, and Agent Hawkeye all forcibly brainwashed despite being subjected to the same form of mental pollution, while he...?

As she thought about it, Natasha's gaze faltered slightly.

Nick Fury's ancestors were Black from the Southern United States. Coulson and Hawkeye, on the other hand, are both White Northerners, true New Yorkers.

As for myself... a true-blue old Stalingrad Soviet, what's there to be afraid of!

With these thoughts in mind and on high alert, Natasha flipped over the cotton trees and the high walls of the mental hospital and entered the building.

I landed smoothly in a superhero-like fashion, and when I looked up, I saw a wolf getting up early to go to the toilet.

Wolf:"……"

Looking at Natasha, who was kneeling on the ground with her buttocks raised, seemingly trying to look cool for no apparent reason, the wolf's expression remained unchanged. He stared at Natasha for a moment, then sighed and drew the Wedge Pill from his waist.

After thinking it over, he ultimately chose to point the back of the knife at Natasha.

Without saying a word, he walked towards Natasha.

Seeing this, Natasha narrowed her eyes, then stood up, lowered her center of gravity, and put her hands in front of her, revealing a classic no-holds-barred fighting stance.

However, as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s top agent, although she appears to be bare-chested, Natasha's equipment is undeniably technologically advanced. Her seemingly rebellious outfit is actually a lightweight suit made of the same synthetic elastic fabric as Nick Fury's underwear, offering bulletproof and stab-proof protection. Her hands and feet have micro-suction cups, allowing her to move freely on smooth glass surfaces.

The small, bracelet-like ornament on his arm was called the Widow's Sting, capable of firing bullets, poison needles, poison gas, miniature explosives, and tear gas. Now, with his fists clenched, blue circuitry lit up from the Widow's Sting wristband, followed by flashes of electric arcs at the knuckles of his hands.

This current of up to 30,000 volts, even if it is just a single strike, is enough to cause skin burns, arrhythmia, myocardial damage, respiratory arrest, or even direct shock in an ordinary person!

In comparison, the other party...

My eyes swept over the wolf—its clothes were tattered, and the iron knife in its hand was rusty, clearly having received little maintenance. One of its arms was completely severed, with a simple wooden and hemp rope carving its shape and attaching it to the broken arm.

The advantage lies with me!

Thinking this, Natasha raised her hand and shot out several poisoned needles, intending to put the wolf to sleep on the spot. But before Natasha could even see what was happening, with a crisp sound, the seemingly rusty iron knife knocked all the needles away in an instant.

With a tremor in her left arm, several long, grayish-black feathers attached themselves to the prosthetic. Before Natasha could figure out how the feathers had appeared on the prosthetics, the wolf vanished from her sight with a flick of its raven feathers.

Upon seeing this, Natasha's internal alarm bells rang. Without the slightest hesitation, she turned around and delivered a vicious punch.

Somewhat surprised by Natasha's superhuman reaction speed, Wolf didn't pay much attention, simply reaching out to block Natasha's powerful punch—damn it! His prosthetic arm doesn't conduct electricity!

Despite her thoughts, Natasha remained calm and quickly activated the Widow's Sting ejection device. A circuit carrying 30,000 volts of high-voltage current shot out from the wrist guard, accompanied by two metal pieces piercing the wolf's clothes.

Natasha: "It's done!"

Wolf:"……"

Although the wolf saw Natasha's attack, it did not dodge or block it at all, but just stood there and let it hit it.

Seeing this, Natasha also noticed something slightly amiss, but she breathed a sigh of relief. Was she being overconfident? But it doesn't matter, a high-voltage current of 30,000 volts is enough to keep you unconscious for quite a long time... Hmm?

Natasha stared in astonishment at the wolf, who remained rooted to the spot. She glanced at the electric wires that had pierced the wolf's clothes and touched his skin, then at the Widow's Sting, which was displaying "Working," and at the expressionless wolf…

Somewhat puzzled, Natasha activated it again, and the wires lit up once more, but the wolf remained unmoved, standing there.

Before Natasha could even react, the wolf handed her a knife, the back of the steel blade striking her.

Crack!

The 30,000-volt current traveled along the blade and into Natasha's body. Even as a top agent, Natasha was instantly jolted by the electric shock, her mouth and eyes twitching.

A moment later, she released her grip, and Natasha immediately collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness.

The wolf pulled two electrical wires from his clothes, glanced around, then removed the widow's stinger. He then took out a grappling hook from his system space, tied it up, hung it at the doorway, and turned to continue using the toilet.

As for the widow stinger, since the juveniles lack the ability to protect themselves, this little creature might be very useful.

As for that electric current...

LOL, did you really think that the guy's trembling before the thunderbolt landed was just for show?

I'm used to it. 30,000 volts? Forget comparing it to the lightning summoned by the Divine Dragon, even Genichiro's is more powerful. Expecting to finish me off with an electric gun is an insult to my reputation. Even Pikachu would be invincible in my presence.

Peter continued his volunteer work over the weekend.

I thought I'd seen it all since I started volunteering at the mental hospital, and nothing would surprise me anymore. But as soon as I arrived, I saw a woman tied up like a silkworm cocoon hanging from a pillar by the entrance.

With a gag in its mouth, drool dripped from its lips as it moved around like a silkworm cocoon.

And there was another person whipping someone, whose whip was even covered with various kinds of medicine and shards of broken glass.

Seeing this, Peter was stunned for a moment, and then he panicked—wait, how come you're still here? Did you really spend the whole night picking cotton and whipping people? And how come there are two more people here?

After much deliberation, Peter dialed 911.

(End of this chapter)