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The next day, the atmosphere at S.H.I.E.L.D. became somewhat strange. As Nick walked down the hallway, four or five people passed him in a hurry, walking faster than him.

Nick held a coffee cup and looked around, noticing that everyone had a serious expression. He stopped a female agent and asked her, "Where are you going? Why are you in such a hurry?"

"Good morning, Director. I'm going to work. I still have some work to do from the Special Affairs Department last night, so I need to go in early today."

"Ah, okay, go ahead."

Then, another male agent bumped into him. The agent stopped and said, "Oh, sorry, Director. I'm in a hurry, you know, I need to get to work..."

Nick widened his eyes, looking a bit surprised, but couldn't say anything to stop him. He asked several people in a row and got the same answer.

"What the hell, aren't these low-level agents the ones who are best at slacking off? Every day, they either go to the gym or the tennis court, or they gather in the office to discuss when they can get a raise. Why are they suddenly working so hard?"

Muttering to himself, Nick walked to the door of the psychological counseling room and knocked on the door. Schiller's voice came from inside, "Come in."

As Nick walked in, he turned his head to look at the crowd coming and going in the hallway. After he entered, he closed the door and pointed outside, asking, "What's going on?"

Schiller threw him a file. Nick glanced at it and said, "...Security plan? Moving important personnel to Arkham Sanatorium?"

Nick put the file down, looked at Schiller, and asked him, "Don't tell me these agents are working so hard just to prove how important they are in S.H.I.E.L.D...."

"Of course, as long as they can prove that they are irreplaceable in S.H.I.E.L.D., they will be on the security list. This way, they can safely avoid this purge. You know, Pierce and Garrett have both been taken down, and the security plan is the only way out."

Nick narrowed his eyes, seeming to see through Schiller's thoughts. Schiller spread his hands and said, "Don't look at me like that. I'm really working selflessly to deal with Hydra."

"Heh." Nick responded with a cold laugh.

Not long after, many agents on the security list arrived at Arkham Sanatorium.

Previously, although there were many nursing positions here, most of them were fake identities used to embezzle funds, and there were few actual staff members. Therefore, there were also few people who could provide services.

But now, with so many real "nurses," of course, the number of patients could be expanded.

After marketing the Eternal Life Formula for so long, there was no shortage of wealthy people in New York who were interested in it. The number of people who wanted to enter the sanatorium was countless. As soon as it was announced that there were vacancies, they were immediately filled.

With more patients, there was a shortage of nurses again. Therefore, another group of the most hardworking and capable agents on the security list were added. But with more agents, there were fewer patients, so they had to add more patients, and then more nurses...

After a series of operations of adding more water to the soup and more noodles to the soup, Schiller successfully filled the sanatorium with people.

Moreover, the Hydra agents who were able to infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D. were all aware and capable. They knew that there was a secret base in the purge, which was like a small boat in a storm, an important resource for the security organization. If they showed any flaws, they would all be done for. Therefore, they worked hard to disguise themselves as real nurses.

Of course, Schiller did not do this just to make the sanatorium's business thrive. His main motivation was his sense of justice, which made him unable to sit idly by while Hydra continued to harm S.H.I.E.L.D.

In the S.H.I.E.L.D. base, Coulson and Grant hugged each other and said, "I didn't expect you to be sent out so soon. Otherwise, I'll talk to the personnel department and make sure you don't go to such a desolate place. I don't think it's necessary..."

Grant shook his head. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything. He just turned around silently, but what Coulson didn't see was the very complex expression he showed for a moment, as if some belief was shaking.

"Okay..." Coulson didn't force it. He walked up and hugged Grant's shoulder, saying, "I know you're a passionate person, you're just not good at expressing yourself. If you have any difficulties in New Mexico, be sure to contact me in time."

Grant nodded perfunctorily. After Coulson sent him away, he muttered to himself with some doubts, "Are there too many agents being sent out recently? And they always go to such desolate places, like New Mexico and Montana..."

Suddenly, he slapped his forehead and said, "Oh, Coulson, you must not let Director Fury hear you say this, otherwise, he will question your professionalism again. I guess there must be some secret experiment..."

After saying that, he didn't care about it anymore and left.

When Schiller met Grant at Arkham Sanatorium, he handed him a piece of paper. Grant looked at the paper, which was covered in dense writing and had a signature at the bottom, but he didn't reach out to take it.

Schiller said to him, "Everyone who comes here receives a detailed security plan. During this special period, I have the right to deal with anyone who violates the rules. Don't think you're an exception, Mr. Ward."

Grant stared at Schiller, but couldn't find any flaws on him until he saw the signature on the security plan that Schiller had left behind. The spelling of his name was "Schiele."

That was not the common spelling used in the United States, but rather from Germany and Austria.

Grant took a deep breath and took the paper, saying, "Can you guarantee the safety of all the agents here?"

"I can guarantee the safety of all loyal people here."

Grant and Schiller stared at each other for several tens of seconds until the atmosphere completely froze. Schiller then said, "I hope everyone here has something to do."

Grant stood up from his chair, took a few steps back, then turned and left. After leaving the room, he clenched the paper with the security plan and cursed in his heart, "Damn Nazi..."

The next day, as soon as Grant opened the door, he smelled a strong smell of blood. He took a few quick steps, crossed the corridor, looked down from the courtyard, and saw two bodies covered in blood.

Schiller stood by the stairs and, upon seeing Grant, put his hand on the handrail and said, "I was just about to invite you over, Mr. Ward."

Grant walked down the wall, staring at Schiller's face and said, "You killed them..."

Schiller shook his head and said, "Their own actions killed them."

"Aren't you afraid the patients will find out?"

"Don't you see that it's much quieter here than before?" Schiller turned to look down the corridor and continued, "The building of this sanatorium has a long history, and the wiring is old and urgently needs repair, otherwise there may be a risk of fire. Therefore, it needs to be temporarily closed for renovation."

Grant walked to the opposite side of Schiller, frowning and said, "What do you want to do? Turn this place into a concentration camp?"

"You'd better pray that you're not a prisoner. Are you?"

Schiller looked at him and said, "I know you're Garrett's foster son. He trained you to be a Hydra agent and killer. You have a twisted emotion towards him and want to avenge him."

"You're not loyal to Hydra, just loyal to Garrett, right?"

Schiller's seemingly ordinary question made Grant feel a little depressed. He knew that if he gave a positive answer, he would surely get the same result as those two bodies, or rather, this scene of blood flowing like a river was meant to warn him.

He felt like he had become a prisoner in a concentration camp, and this warden was no different from those lunatics. Grant knew he could only take it slowly.

So he took a step forward, still with a straight face, but made the most common salute gesture in Hydra, and then shouted loudly, "Hail Hydra!"

Schiller stared at him for a while, then said expressionlessly, "...Hail Hydra."

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