Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

Fisk even took off his mask to watch the show, and the people around him all looked up at the gorgeous sky.

But it is a pity that some people cannot see it.

The vulture cursed as he led his men toward the border between Mexico and the United States. As he flew, he kept looking back to take in the spectacle.

"Isn't it time to get a raise this time?"

Chapter 264 Vulture and Patton.

Hawkeye Barton did not join in the fun.

He didn't feel much about the concert.

His mission is to stay here.

Guard this hammer that no one can take away.

However, his thoughts would occasionally drift away, and he would secretly wonder if someone could pull out the hammer. It would be amazing if someone really appeared who had the power to shake the hammer. At that time, perhaps his long-tightened nerves would be relaxed, and he would no longer have to stay at this seemingly boring position day and night. He could take a long vacation and go to those places he had always wanted to go but had no time to go, and experience different scenery and life.

As his consciousness gradually changed, Hawkeye's mind began to empty. He was immersed in his own world of thoughts, and everything around him seemed to become distant and blurred. Memories of the past surged in his mind like a tide. Those past battles and life-and-death moments he had experienced were all like silent movies being played. However, at this moment, a fast-moving black shadow in the distant sky caught his attention like a flash of lightning that broke through the silence. The shadow approached him at an extremely fast speed, with an inexplicable sense of oppression. Hawkeye instantly jumped up from where he was sitting, his posture was agile and nimble, and at the same time, his right hand quickly pulled out the bow and arrow behind him as if by instinct.

The black shadow gradually became clearer as it approached. It turned out to be a strange creature that looked like a vulture. But after a closer look, it was discovered that it was not a real vulture, but a man in a birdman uniform.

It was Vulture, one of Fisk's generals.

Compared to the last time I saw her.

The birdman uniform he wore was even more exquisite, realistically imitating the appearance of a vulture, from the huge wings that were several meters wide, to the sharp and curved claws, to the fierce head shape, all of which were lifelike. After circling in the sky for a while, he was wrapped in a sharp wind and swooped down towards Hawkeye like an arrow.

Hawkeye's eyes were like torches, like the cold stars twinkling in the deep night sky, tightly locking onto the vulture's figure. His expression was serious and focused, his body was slightly squatting, his feet firmly standing on the ground, forming a solid point of force. Then, he quickly drew the bow and put the arrow on it, his strong arms were tense, the bowstring was pulled like a full moon, and the arrow on the bowstring was like a beast about to be released from the cage, ready to go. With a "whoosh", the sharp arrow cut through the sky, piercing the vulture with a sharp whistle. The trajectory of the arrow flying in the air was straight and sharp, as if it could tear the air apart. However, the vulture was extremely agile, and suddenly turned sideways in the air, moving lightly and quickly, easily avoiding this sharp attack. The arrow only brushed his feathers and flew past, with a slight friction sound, and then "puff" it was inserted into the ground not far away, the tail of the arrow was still trembling slightly, as if it was unwilling to fail to hit the target.

But Hawkeye was not discouraged, as he knew the battle had just begun. He moved like a ghost, changing positions quickly. His footsteps were light and fast, leaving a trail of blurry afterimages on the ground. He put the arrow on the string again, and the whole action was done in one go, smooth and natural. The vulture was not to be outdone, and after adjusting its posture, it flapped its wings vigorously, and the huge wings fluttered, bringing with them a strong airflow.

Instantly, countless feathers shot towards Hawkeye like hidden weapons. These feathers were not ordinary feathers. Their tips shone with a cold metallic luster. They were obviously specially processed and had extremely strong lethality. Seeing this, Hawkeye showed no fear at all. He immediately released the bowstring and shot an arrow. This arrow was extremely accurate and hit the center of the feathers that were shot at him. The powerful force scattered the feathers and splashed them all around. Then, Hawkeye rolled over with agility and neatness, hiding behind a huge rock. The huge size of the rock provided him with temporary cover.

The vulture took advantage of the situation and swooped down, grabbing Hawkeye's hiding place with its huge claws. The claws flashed coldly under the moonlight, carrying a chilling aura. Hawkeye flashed out from behind the boulder, his body like a black lightning, and jumped sideways to a nearby tree. He grasped the branches tightly with both hands, and with the help of the branches' elasticity, he jumped and moved between the branches. His figure shuttled between the branches, appearing and disappearing from time to time, like an elf in the forest.

At the same time, he kept drawing his bow and shooting arrows, and several arrows flew towards the vulture in a fan shape. The arrows intersected each other in the air, forming a dense arrow net. The vulture flapped its wings in mid-air, and his wings flapped vigorously, driving his body upwards, avoiding most of the arrows. But there was still an arrow that streaked across the sky at a very fast speed, like a silver thread, scratching his left wing, and then a violent explosion fireball was emitted, burning in the air.

The vulture uttered a curse.

He suddenly crushed a bottle of reagent on his body and threw it to the ground.

The reagent bottle fell to the ground and shattered.

Black mist rose into the sky.

This smoke was not ordinary smoke. It emitted a pungent smell and spread rapidly, like a huge black curtain, quickly covering the surrounding area. Hawkeye was in the smoke, his vision was blocked, and everything around him became blurry. But with his keen hearing and years of combat experience, he shot a few more arrows in the direction where the vulture might be. His ears trembled slightly, and he listened carefully to the movements around him, judging its location based on the subtle changes in air flow and the sound of the vulture flapping its wings.

The vulture shuttled through the smoke, sometimes rushing left and right, using the smoke to hide his body, and sometimes flying up and down, attacking unexpectedly. He cleverly dodged the arrows, and from time to time he attacked Hawkeye with his claws and beak. His claws were looming in the smoke, and every swing was a deadly threat. The beak was like a sharp dagger, slashing cold light in the air.

Hawkeye dodged left and right in the smoke, his body floating like a leaf in the wind. Although he reacted very quickly, he was still scratched by the vulture's attack. His clothes were torn, and bloodstains appeared on his skin, and blood slowly seeped out.

His breathing became slow and deep, and he seemed to blend into the surroundings. When he noticed the vulture swooping down from above his head, he suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a determined light in his eyes.

He pulled the bow with all his strength and shot a special arrow. The arrowhead was specially made, and the twisted arrowhead could enhance its penetration and destructive power. The arrow shaft was made of an extremely tough alloy material that could withstand huge pulling force. The arrow shot straight at the vulture with great force and precise trajectory. The vulture flapped its wings quickly and flew in a bend, but the special arrow exploded again, and a violent electric current burst out.

The vulture was blown away. But Hawkeye was not feeling well either, the wounds on his body were much more serious than he had imagined. His left arm was cut by the vulture's sharp claws, blood was gushing out, staining a large area of ​​his clothes red, every slight movement would involve the wound, bringing excruciating pain. His right ribs were also corroded by the black smoke from the vulture's mouth, the skin took on a strange blue-black color, and every breath was accompanied by a stinging pain.

At this time, the smoke gradually dissipated, like a veil blown away by an invisible wind. Hawkeye and the vulture both revealed their figures. They faced each other, their eyes full of vigilance and hostility. Although the vulture was blown away, it quickly stabilized its body, flapped its wings violently, and brought a gust of wind, countless gravel and dust were swept towards Hawkeye. Hawkeye dodged sideways, and at the same time drew his bow and shot several arrows in succession. The vulture dodged left and right flexibly in the air, and from time to time used its claws and sharp beak to block the arrows.

Just as the two were fighting fiercely, with swords flashing and swords shadowing, and shouts of killing resounding all around, a sharp and shrill strange whistling sound came from the sky without any warning. The sound was like the scream of an evil ghost, piercing people's eardrums directly, making people shudder.

Barton subconsciously looked up, and saw that the clear sky seemed to be cursed by the devil. Countless SHIELD agents fell straight down from the sky like kites with their strings cut. Their bodies rolled wildly in the air without control, and their limbs waved wildly, as if they were making their last struggle, but they were powerless to save the situation. Some agents fell headfirst to the ground in an extremely terrifying posture, accompanied by a dull and chilling "bang" sound, and their entire heads instantly exploded like watermelons, and red and white brains splattered everywhere, splashing on the surrounding land, mixing with the raised dust, forming a disgusting filth.

Some agents fell on their backs. The powerful impact broke their spines instantly, and their bodies twisted and deformed like a fragile piece of wood. Their ribs broke and protruded from the chest cavity, and their internal organs flowed out of the ruptured abdominal cavity due to the huge pressure, spreading on the ground in a pool of foul-smelling bloody mud.

Some agents collided with each other during the fall, their bodies were badly broken, their limbs and arms flew wildly in the air, the wounds on the broken arms were uneven, and blood gushed out like a fountain, dyeing the sky into a blood-red mist. The tragic scene was like hell on earth, shocking and unbearable to watch.

At the same time, more people wearing birdman combat uniforms gathered in the sky like a tide. They were densely packed together, and their huge wings kept flapping, making a "whoosh" sound, as if they were calling for death. The black combat uniforms exuded a cold metallic luster under the moonlight, and their eyes were fierce and cold, as if they were a group of demons from hell, staring at the prey below.

The entire sky was completely covered by them, like a depressing and terrifying black cloud, heavily covering the area. The powerful sense of oppression it exuded made everyone here feel difficulty breathing, as if the shadow of death had quietly arrived and wrapped them tightly.

Patton's heart sank. He knew that this place was in a desperate situation. In his current state, facing so many enemies, he could not hold on here. He gritted his teeth and locked his eyes on the Mexican horse not far away.

The horse seemed to sense the tense atmosphere and pawed its hooves nervously. Patton endured the pain in his body and rushed towards the Mexican horse like an arrow from a bow. While running, he quickly pulled out a few explosive arrows from his quiver, put them on the bow, turned around and shot at the enemy chasing behind him.

The explosive arrows, with great impact and destructive power, exploded among the enemy group, flames shot up into the sky, temporarily blocking the enemy's pursuit.

Taking advantage of this brief break, he jumped onto the horse and gave the horse a hard kick in the belly, Mexican horse.

With a long neigh, he disappeared into the wilderness like a gust of wind carrying Patton, leaving behind only chaos and smoke.

"No need to chase him, let him go! Our mission is to take this place." Vulture stopped his subordinate who wanted to continue chasing and snorted coldly. His eyes were still fixed on the direction where Patton was going away, and he was secretly guessing his intentions. However, at this moment, he suddenly saw Patton take out a remote control from his pocket. The remote control flashed with a cold metallic luster under the moonlight, which instantly attracted Vulture's full attention.

The vulture's pupils suddenly contracted, and an ominous premonition came to his mind. The next second, a building not far away suddenly exploded violently. There was a loud "boom", as if the sky was collapsing and the earth was splitting apart. The deafening sound waves spread all around with overwhelming force. The flames rose into the sky like a raging tsunami, instantly engulfing the entire building. The raging fire showed a strange orange-red color, and the scorching heat distorted the surrounding air, making the scene blurry and illusory. The billowing smoke was like a black dragon, spreading quickly and covering a large area of ​​the sky.

Some people who were closer were swept away by the powerful impact of the sudden explosion. Their bodies lost control and fell to the ground, their faces full of fear and despair. Some were licked by the flames during the fall and instantly ignited, becoming burning firemen, howling miserably, while others were hit by the fragments of the explosion, their bodies were pierced or torn, and blood poured out, spilling a bloody rain in the air.

"kill him!"

Chapter 265 Where’s the Hammer!

"Where's the hammer?" Coulson shouted in shock and anxiety. The next morning, Coulson hurried back to the scene. He was just going back to do his job as usual. In his expectation, everything should go on as usual. He never expected that after just one night away, the scene in front of him would change drastically.

He stared with eyes wide open, looking at the entire base that was once bustling and well-equipped in disbelief. It had now disappeared without a trace, as if no buildings had ever existed here. The ground was covered with clearly visible and shocking burn marks. The charred marks were like huge black devil claws, ruthlessly scratching the land and wantonly showing the huge disaster that had once happened here.

Looking more closely, the entire temporary base had been destroyed, as if it had been bombed by numerous high-explosive bombs at the same time. The power of those bombs was obviously extremely huge, not only completely shattering the solid building structure, but also causing a raging fire, burning everything to ashes. The former base was now only a pile of ruins and broken walls, with wisps of smoke rising, as if silently telling the thrilling and tragic disaster of last night.

He looked towards the big tree in the distance.

Patton was lying lazily on the horse's back, holding a bow and arrow. His body swayed gently with the horse's pace, as if he was in a natural cradle. At this moment, he was immersed in his own dream world, unaware of the desolate and dilapidated scene around him. His originally handsome and somewhat resolute face now seemed particularly relaxed in his sleep, his brows were relaxed, and there was even a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, as if he was experiencing an extremely wonderful dream journey.

However, for some unknown reason, Barton's body suddenly trembled slightly, as if he was slowly pulled back from the depths of that distant dream by an invisible force. His eyelids began to tremble slightly, as if he was trying hard to open them, but was tightly bound by the remaining sleepiness.

Finally, after some struggle, he slowly raised his hand. The hand seemed a little weak in the air, as if he had not yet fully awakened from his sleep.

His arm was swaying in the air, like a candle in the wind. The hand first pointed toward the sky, then drooped down limply, almost touching the horse's mane. Then, as if he was suddenly injected with a bit of strength, he raised his hand again and pointed it in the direction of the pile of charred building ashes. His fingers were slightly bent, his palm facing the ruins, and he began to sway left and right. The amplitude of the swaying was sometimes large and sometimes small, with no regularity at all. His arm was like a pendulum that had lost control, swinging wildly in the air. He swung back and forth like this for several times, with a hint of confusion and bewilderment in his eyes, as if he was trying to search for some important information from the depths of his mind.

Until the end, a glimmer of clarity flashed in his eyes, as if he had finally broken through the fog that shrouded his memory and remembered a key location. His hand seemed to be guided by something precise, slowly fixed in one direction, and his arm stopped shaking, pointing steadily to a specific place in the ruins.

"If I remember correctly, it should be around that place."

Coulson walked over, his tone full of suspicion.

"Where is that man?"

Barton was silent for a moment, as if he was organizing his thoughts. Then, he slowly sat up and straightened his back. His lazy expression suddenly became serious. He took a deep breath, then gestured with his arms in a large scale, gesturing towards the large area of ​​charred ground in front of him. The gesture was full of unquestionable certainty, and he said, "It should have merged with the soil." A trace of loneliness and helplessness flashed in his eyes, as if he had expected this result, but had to accept such a cruel reality. When Coulson heard this, his body shook violently. He widened his eyes, his face full of shock and disbelief, and stood there blankly, not knowing how to respond for a while.

"You blew it up?" Coulson frowned, his eyes full of questioning, and his tone carried a hint of anxiety and suspicion that was difficult to conceal.

"No!" Patton shook his head vigorously, his hair swaying in a messy way. His expression was serious and solemn, and he slowly explained: "They fell from the sky, it was the vultures, it was Fisk..." At this point, Patton's eyes flashed with fear, "But it was not Fisk who came in person, because if he came in person, I would not be sure to escape from him alive." As he spoke, he slightly turned his body to reveal a wound wrapped in white gauze on his ribs. The gauze had been soaked with blood. At this moment, the blood was still oozing out, flowing slowly along the gaps in the gauze, dripping on the horse's back drop by drop, making a slight "tick-tock" sound, which looked extremely bloody. The wound seemed to be silently telling the thrilling and tragic battle last night, and it also made Patton's words more credible.

Barton paused for a moment, as if thinking about something important, and then continued, "Also, I suspect the hammer is not in that place. Although I had roughly determined the location before, after this incident, the more I think about it, the more I feel that things are not that simple. Since Fisk's people made such a big fuss, they may have moved the hammer away."

"Search first!"

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Let's slowly turn back the hands of time to ten hours ago. At that time, the night was thick, like a huge piece of black silk, tightly wrapping the whole world. In that originally peaceful area, there once stood a research base, but now, it has fallen into a purgatory-like sea of ​​fire.

Vulture stood on a high slope not far from the base. His ferocious face looked even more terrifying under the firelight. His eyes were wide open, full of shock and anger, as if he wanted to devour everything in front of him. The corners of his mouth were raised high, revealing a row of uneven and grimy teeth. He stared at the research base that was burned to ashes with his teeth bared. From time to time, a low roar came out of his throat, like a trapped beast, venting his dissatisfaction and annoyance.

His hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white from the force, and the veins on his arms bulged like winding snakes. He paced back and forth in his place, his steps hurried and flustered, and every step he took was accompanied by the rolling of sand and stones under his feet. The blazing flames were raging across the entire base with an extremely ferocious momentum, and the flames shot up into the sky, dyeing the night sky a dazzling orange-red.

The flames covering the entire base were not ordinary fires, but extremely flammable white phosphorus. The flames produced by the burning of white phosphorus were extremely hot, and once they touched an object, they were difficult to extinguish. They were like a group of hungry demons, greedily licking everything in the base, whether it was the solid building structure or those sophisticated instruments and equipment, they were quickly turned into nothing in the white flames.

Vulture looked at the sea of ​​fire, his heart full of anxiety and helplessness. He was a little overwhelmed and took out the worn-out communicator from his waist. With trembling fingers, he dialed Fisk's number. Fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, slowly slid down his cheeks, dripped onto the scorching ground under his feet, and instantly turned into a wisp of water vapor and disappeared. His breathing was rapid and heavy, waiting for a response from the other end of the phone, as if that was his only lifeline at the moment.

"Hey!"

"boss!"

"You're not going to tell me you failed, are you?" Fisk's tone was clearly filled with dissatisfaction, as if he had already sensed that something was wrong. At this moment, there was an extremely loud singing voice over there where Fisk was, the singing was deafening, as if a grand and carnival party was being held, all kinds of noisy sounds intertwined, there were people's laughter, the crisp sound of wine glasses colliding, and the strong rhythm of the music, all of which formed an extremely sharp and weird contrast with the purgatory-like sea of ​​fire over there on the Vulture side.

The vulture pursed his lips, which were a little chapped due to dryness. He suddenly flapped his huge and ugly wings, and with a whirring sound, he blew away the hot air in front of him. The hot air was like a tangible force, and under his waving, it was forced to change direction and spread out in all directions. Then, the vulture took a deep breath and told everything that had just happened in detail. He spoke quickly, and his words were interspersed with descriptions of sudden situations and his own slight annoyance.

Fisk was silent for a while, and that short silence seemed to last a century. Vulture became more and more uneasy in this silence. He could feel his heartbeat speeding up, as if it was about to jump out of his throat. Finally, Fisk said, "Someone will come to support you in a while." The voice was still cold, without any emotional fluctuations.

"Understood!" Vulture responded quickly, his voice carrying a sense of relief and anticipation for the upcoming support. As soon as the call was hung up, a chilly feeling slowly crept up Vulture's body like a strand of cold tentacles. He shuddered and looked around warily. In the darkness not far away, a strange scene was happening.

The pink mist gathered quickly, and this mist appeared out of thin air as if it was refreshed by some mysterious force. It was like a living spirit, rolling and boiling rapidly. There seemed to be a low and strange chanting sound coming from the mist, as if it was telling an ancient and evil spell, or summoning some unknown existence.

The color of the fog became darker and darker, gradually covering a small area around it. Against the backdrop of the raging fire and the dark night, it looked particularly strange and terrifying.

The bird people around were all on high alert, but the vulture suddenly waved his hands.

The next second, amidst a strange flash of light and slight energy fluctuations, Christie, holding a staff emitting a faint blue light and dressed like a holy goddess descending to the earth, slowly appeared in front of everyone. Her beautiful face still had a breathtaking charm in the dim light, and her silky golden hair was casually draped over her round and white shoulders, with a few strands of hair gently fluttering in the breeze. Her gorgeous white robe was embroidered with delicate and mysterious golden runes, and each rune seemed to be telling an ancient and powerful magic story. As she moved, the light flickered slightly, as if echoing with the staff in her hand.

As soon as she appeared, she lazily raised her slender and slender jade hand, gently covered her red lips that were as beautiful as rose petals, and yawned. The yawn seemed a little out of place in this tense and dangerous atmosphere, but it inexplicably added a different style to her. Behind her, the pink scorpion tail that was originally hidden under the robe was gradually dragging on the ground. The spikes on the tail flashed with cold light, forming a very shocking contrast with her holy appearance, as if silently announcing that she was not just a weak saint, but also contained dangerous and powerful power in her body.

"Please, can't you let me not work overtime on such a carnival day?" Christie pouted her pink lips slightly, with a hint of dissatisfaction and complaint in her eyes. Her voice was like the melodious singing of a nightingale, and it was still clearly audible even in this chaotic and noisy environment. There was an innate nobility and arrogance in her tone, as if all the troubles she was facing at the moment should not disturb her originally pleasant time.

The next second, Christie's eyes, as deep as the blue water of a lake, looked at the blazing flames not far away. The flames were raging fiercely, constantly releasing rolling heat waves, and the surrounding air was distorted. However, at the moment when her eyes locked on the flames, the scorpion tail behind her stood up high as if it had received some mysterious command. In an instant, the pink mist that was originally diffused in the surroundings seemed to be pulled by a strong suction force and quickly gathered towards the flames. The mist was like a surging tide, quickly enveloping the flames. The magical thing was that although the flames were still burning, after being covered by the pink mist, the fire quickly weakened at a speed visible to the naked eye. The originally scorching heat seemed to be forcibly pulled away by an invisible big hand, and quickly dissipated in the air, leaving only a ruin with curling green smoke.

Then, a soft halo of light appeared around Christie, and then she disappeared instantly as if she was swallowed by space. It was so fast that it seemed as if she had never appeared here, leaving only a slight ripple of magic in the air to prove her existence.

When she reappeared, she was already in the messy ruins not far away. Her eyes were instantly attracted by the mysterious hammer on the ground. She stared at it closely, with curiosity and inquiry intertwined in her eyes. The hammer lay quietly on the scorched earth, as if silently telling its extraordinary origin and the hardships it had experienced. Christie leaned forward slightly, hesitated for a moment, and slowly stretched out her slender white hand, wanting to touch this mysterious object. Just when her fingertips were about to touch the hammer, a colorful light suddenly appeared in the sky without any warning.

The light was like a gorgeous rainbow bridge across the sky, instantly illuminating the entire dark night sky. Wherever the light reached, everything was reflected in colorful colors. The next second, the colorful light quickly enveloped the hammer like a smart snake.

The hammer seemed to be summoned by some powerful force, and it trembled slightly, and then slowly rose from the ground. Christie was shocked when she saw this, and she instinctively dodged backwards quickly, landing lightly on the side with a graceful and agile posture. She stood there, watching the hammer surrounded by colorful light, speeding up and flying into the sky like a meteor, until it disappeared into the endless night sky.

Christie snorted coldly, with a hint of reluctance and anger in her voice, as if she was not satisfied with the result of her mission. She yawned softly, and the yawn was particularly clear in the silent and mysterious ruins, as if she was dispelling the tension and fatigue just now. Then, she slowly turned around and said to the surprised vulture beside her: "Ok, it's done. The concert is not over yet. If you fly back now, you still have time!" There was a hint of ridicule and teasing in her tone, as if she was suggesting that the vulture missed a wonderful event, and at the same time, she was easing the slightly awkward and weird atmosphere in a seemingly relaxed way.

Chapter 266: The Lurking Mystique!

"What are you looking at?"

Vanessa's voice began to echo in Raven's mind. The voice seemed to come from a distant void, with a hint of emptiness and illusion, and like an alarm bell ringing quietly deep in her heart. Every syllable was like a cold raindrop, constantly knocking on Raven's already confused thoughts, trying to awaken her confused consciousness, but it seemed to be dragging her deeper into the endless spiritual quagmire.

Riven stared at herself in the mirror, her eyes calm, like a deep lake, so deep that it was hard to see the secrets inside, and no one knew what she was thinking. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and only her slight breathing sounded in the silence, like the faint sound of wind in the distance in the quiet night, almost imperceptible but real.

After a while, Riven suddenly said in a puzzled tone, "I was born during World War II..."

She was speaking when she suddenly froze, as if the pause button had been pressed on her. Her body stiffened slightly, as if fixed in place by an invisible force. A trace of confusion and bewilderment flashed in her eyes for a moment, and that confusion spread like a thick fog, completely covering up any clarity that might have existed in her eyes, as if she had forgotten what she was going to say.

The figure in the mirror also slowly changed. The familiar face gradually became distorted and blurred, like a painting that was maliciously smeared. The lines and colors lost their original appearance in the chaos, and finally turned into a tall blonde woman wearing a black training uniform.

Vanessa's voice came faintly: "Your brain is damaged, which is a mental illness. You have many personalities. This is the third time I have reminded you. During this mission, your different personalities began to emerge... Do you need to take medication?" There was a hint of helplessness and concern in the voice.

Gives people a faint sense of security.