"I know you sent me to manage the T.A.H.I.T.I. project because you trust my judgment. But it was that judgment that told me that I can no longer follow my conscience and let this test continue."
"I understand the reason you started this project is to save the seriously injured Avengers, but the side effects are too extreme!"
"In the beginning, we achieved huge amounts of success in the regeneration of host tissues. However, after the initial physical recovery phase, the physical condition of the test target began to deteriorate, showing hypergraphia, aphasia, and nervousness. Or directly become mental illness!"
"We don't know whether it is the biological role or just being aware of what happened. But the only way to eliminate these side effects is to replace the memory."
"To completely eliminate the awareness of what was experienced, even so, the results are very different…"
"Speaking directly, I suggest that the T.A.H.I.T.I. project be terminated! These treatments and drugs must not be used by anyone. Because the cost is too high…"
When Phil Coulson on the virtual screen said the last sentence "thank you, sir", with a "swish", the entire screen suddenly turned into darkness.
Sitting in front of the virtual screen, a black-clad one-eyed dragon, SHIELD Director Nick Fury, was lost in thought.
The video he just watched was transmitted from his loyal man, Phil Coulson, one day ago.
The content inside is the final report of the classified project "Tahiti (T.A.H.I.T.I)".
Tahiti (T.A.H.I.T.I) project, the full name is Project Terrestrialized Alien Host Integrative Tissue Initiative, which translates as: Alien Body Organization Earth Application Project (Plan).
This plan has been implemented as a high-level secret long before Fury proposed the "Avenger Plan" to the World Security Council.
The main content of the plan, in short, is to use this alien corpse discovered a long time ago!
During the course of the project, Fury discovered that the body fluids of this alien corpse could be able to resurrect humans.
This naturally aroused his great concern.
Therefore, he asked his confidant Phil Coulson to take charge of this project, hoping to develop drugs that can resurrect humans without side effects, and use them to resurrect important people on earth, including the Avengers.
Since last year, the research has finally yielded results.
This drug, named "GH325", has officially entered the stage of human testing!
Six death shield agents voluntarily become testers, and have been injected with this miraculous drug composed of alien organizations.
However, as Phil Coulson said in the report video, it was fine at the beginning, but the physical condition began to go from bad to worse, and various terrible side effects began to appear.
To put it bluntly, this is not a successful research project!
At this time, Fury, who had recovered from his thoughts, as if thinking of something, casually pressed a button on the glass tabletop.
A communication virtual screen jumped out again, floating in front of him.
"Start the communication encryption protocol."
"Connect the safe line, 0405."
"confirm."
After a few beeps and beeps when connecting, a face of hill with a cold face appeared suddenly.
The woman on the screen is Fury's adjutant, Maria Hill!
"This is Hill."
"I need to come to my office now."
Hearing that, Hill on the other side of the screen seemed to be dealing with something, several obvious gunshots, through communication, reached Fury's ear.
Seeing Hill frowned, he groaned for a moment before replying, "Give me thirty minutes."
"You have twenty minutes, over."
With a beep, Fury turned off the communication before Hill could answer.
. . .
Just nineteen and a half minutes later, there was a sharp knock on the door of the director's office.
"Come in!"
The one who opened the door was naturally too punctual Hill.
The long brown hair was not tied up, but draped around the neck, adding a bit of feminine femininity to the always neat image of Hill.
From her navy blue aegis uniform, a little dust can be vaguely seen.
It can be seen that this high-cold hill may have just experienced a small battle…
"Sir, what can you do with me?"
"Look at this…"
After a few minutes…
Hill, who had watched the video report, looked at Fury on the office chair with a solemn expression, without saying a word.
"Do you think this project, should we continue?"
Hearing that, Hill seemed to have had a draft for a long time, and directly replied:
"You don't need to think about this problem at all! You have also heard what Phil Coulson said, the side effects of this "GH325″ drug are too serious and should not be used or studied."
"So, I agree with Phil Coulson's judgment! Terminate this plan and destroy the body to avoid unnecessary trouble."
Unsurprisingly, Hill's choice, like Phil Coulson, was to end this project.
Fury's face was as usual, as if a puddle of stagnant water, which made people totally unable to see what he was thinking about at the moment.
After a moment of silence, Fury also made a decision.
"The Tahiti project is terminated. However, the relevant drugs and corpses will continue to be kept, and the relevant files will be classified as level ten secrets."
Although the project was not completely closed, the decision to end the plan still made Hill breathe a sigh of relief.
"Understood. The Phil Coulson side…"
"Where is he now?"
"Now…" Looking up at the clock on the wall, Hill said as if thinking of something, "It should be in the logistics department."
"Let him come…Since the Tahiti Project has ended, he has to find something to do, right?"
Upon hearing this, Hill was taken aback, and immediately understood the meaning behind Fury's words.
"I see."
. . .
At the same time, the central character of Fury and Hill's topic, Phil Coulson, is in the document processing department of the logistics department, talking to an old acquaintance…
"Let's rest, let's go out for a cup of coffee? We don't seem to have had a drink for a long time. The ice American at the corner of Fourth Avenue is a bit nostalgic when I think of it…"
However, in the face of Phil Coulson's enthusiasm, the black-haired Asian woman sitting at the work desk and constantly stapling a thick stack of documents with a stapler, put on a stinky face and answered in a nonchalant tone.
"I have changed my taste now. I don't like ice American style. I prefer latte."
"Isn't it? Ice American is so delicious, you actually…"
Just when the two "talked very happily", Hill, with a cold face, walked into the office with long legs.
"Phil Coulson, Fury wants to see you!"