For S.H.I.E.L.D., who seriously lacks understanding of the universe, this unexpected visit from the Asgardian Realm is definitely not a small matter.
And there are a lot of things that Nick Fury is not comfortable asking over the phone.
Therefore, at noon the next day, he dispatched his capable man Coulson and led a professional team to the place where Mjolnir fell, and unceremoniously expelled the local residents who were having a "hammer lifting competition" and picnic here.
After completing the blockade of the scene, this good old man with a dangerous hairline came to Allen, smiled and greeted, "Nice to see you again, Mr. Allen."
"You look good. Would you like a drink?"
Allen casually picked up a bottle of cold beer from the giant ice cube next to him and handed it over.
Except for the ice itself, which he made using magic, the drinks and beer piled on top were all taken from their cars by local residents.
Because they were suddenly driven away by the Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.s just now, these people didn't have time to take away the cold beer and other drinks placed on top.
"Thank you! I happen to be a little thirsty." Coulson took it unceremoniously, raised his head and drank half of the bottle.
You must know that New Mexico has a typical desert climate. The temperature during the day can often reach over 30 to 40 degrees Celsius, and the sun is very hot.
Wearing a thick suit, his shirt inside was soaked with sweat after all the busy work just now, and he was about to drink something cold to relieve the heat.
When the cool beer entered the gastrointestinal tract along the esophagus, Coulson immediately felt that most of the heat in his body had subsided. At the same time, he remembered the important task assigned to him by Nick Fury. He immediately looked around and made sure that no one else was nearby, then lowered his voice and said, "The director wants to know, compared with Kree, how strong is Asgardian Realm in the universe?"
Allen chuckled and shook his head, "There is no comparison. Although Kree has a larger population, fleet and colonial planet, if Asgardians decides to destroy them, they will There is no chance of resistance at all. Did you see the hammer on the ground? The forging technology and magical power contained in its hammer are far beyond anyone's imagination. Even a simple physical attack can produce a terrifying power like a nuclear warhead."
"Nuclear... nuclear warhead explosion? Are you sure this is not an exaggeration?"
Coulson's face changed slightly, and his eyes looking at "Mjolnir" became full of fear.
"No! Of course not. In fact, this thing weighs more than the entire earth. Unless certain conditions are met, it is impossible to lift it. Of course, if you don't believe it, you can try it." Allen made a gesture of invitation.
"Isn't there any danger?" Coulson asked cautiously.
"Don't worry! Hundreds of people have tried it just now, and some people even wanted to use their cars to tow it, and there were no accidents." Allen gave the other party reassurance.
After hearing that there was no danger, Coulson took off his suit jacket, unbuttoned his shirt at the same time, put on the magic ring that could enhance strength and structure, then grabbed the handle of the hammer with both hands, and pulled it out with all his strength.
Tear!
As expected, the hammer didn't move at all, but his shirt was completely torn open, revealing a large area of muscles and chest hair.
Not only the clothes, but also the crotch of the pants was torn open, revealing the white spotted boxer briefs inside.
"Hahahaha!"
Seeing Coulson's embarrassed appearance, Allen, who had succeeded in the prank, couldn't help laughing.
"Damn it! This thing is ridiculously heavy! Can I ask a crane to come over and try it?" Coulson cursed in a low voice and hurriedly covered the torn crotch with his suit jacket.
As for the muscles of the upper body and chest hair, I can no longer care so much...
"Please! But I promise, the result will never be any different." Allen shrugged nonchalantly.
Artoria on the side had long been suppressing laughter until his face turned red, and his whole body was twitching slightly involuntarily.
But the etiquette and education she received since she was a child made her never allow herself to laugh in this situation, so she could only bite her lower lip and force herself not to laugh out loud.
"Well, since you said so, I'd better not put any effort into it." Coulson sighed helplessly and decisively gave up his original plan. "Since Mjolnir is here, then Thunder God himself should have come to Earth, right?"
Allen nodded without thinking, "Yes! His Highness, Asgardian Crown Prince, Thor, is in the small town not far away. If nothing else, he should be looking for his hammer soon."
"Crown Prince?" Coulson keenly grasped a key word.
"That's right! Thor is the only biological son of Asgard All-Father Odin. No one can shake his status in the God's Domain." Allen gave an explanation.
"Then what is the purpose of this Crown Prince coming to Earth?" Coulson asked with a serious expression.
In his opinion, this has already involved the diplomatic issues between the Earth and Asgardian Realm, and there must be no mistakes.
Otherwise, if something happens to the "Crown Prince", Odin will not be able to crush Earthlings into ashes.
"It has no purpose. According to Sorcerer Supreme, Odin was a little dissatisfied with Thor Recklessness's arrogant character, so he knocked him down to the earth and sealed all the divine power. He wanted to use this method to You can understand that old King is training his son. By the way, since last night, Thor has been hit by a car twice, shot with a stun gun, and was forcibly injected with sedatives and tied to a hospital bed."
When saying these words, Allen had a gloating smile on his face.
There is no way not to laugh!
Dignified Thunder God!
He was stunned by a stun gun!
Is there anything funnier than this in the world?
No wonder everyone calls Thor "Thor".
With his performance and various Dark History, he almost insulted the words "god" and "thunder" at the same time.
Or "Thor" is more appropriate.
In contrast, Coulson's mood was not so wonderful. Dense beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead. He asked in a slightly trembling voice, "Is he... is he okay now? I mean, has this Thor already had some bad negative impression on the earth and mankind?"
Allen smiled and comforted, "Relax! There is no need to be so nervous. Although he has lost his divine power, Asgardians's body density is far three times that of Earthlings, which means that he is not so easily injured. In addition, this Thor is a typical character similar to Northern Europe Vikings. He is keen on defeating powerful enemies and pursuing glory. He likes to drink wine with the warriors to celebrate victory. He has a straightforward personality and basically does not hold grudges."
"Huh - I feel relieved to hear you say that. Then do we really don't need to greet him now?" Coulson was obviously relieved.
Ever since he figured out that Asgardian Realm was a more advanced civilization than Kree Empire, he was determined not to let anything happen to Thor no matter what.
"No! Don't forget, it is All-Father Odin who sealed his magical power this time. This means that letting him endure hardship and taste the loss of power is actually part of the test and exercise. All we have to do is wait patiently for the crown prince to find his power. What's more, I also want to let him see what True Thunder God is..."
The words just fell!
Suddenly there are dark clouds overhead!
The next second...
Boom!!!!!!!
A dazzling electric light fell from the sky and struck "Mjolnir" with a snap.
At the same time, the magic lines on the hammer seemed to be activated by lightning, constantly flashing silver light.
Suddenly, all the electronic instruments brought by Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. suffered strong interference, and some were even burned and scrapped on the spot.
"Fake! What happened to that lightning? It was clearly sunny just now!"
"It scared me to death! Could it be because of the hammer?"
"You mean... the hammer will attract lightning?"
"Then aren't we in danger?"
"Quick! Put up some lightning rods!"
Under the hard work of these ordinary agents who were frightened by the sudden Thunderbolt, an isolation zone was quickly established around "Mjolnir".
Alexander Pierce's right-hand man, Sitwell, even took a chance when Coulson was away and secretly asked Allen about the origin of the hammer and what was happening now.
After the sky completely darkened, everything finally returned to calm.
Except for those who were still busy playing with instruments to conduct various detections on the hammer and collect data, the other agents were already on standby under the command of Coulson.
Sudden!
At some point large dark clouds appeared in the sky, and at the same time there was a rumble of thunder.
"Thor is here!"
Allen, who had been playing games with his head down, suddenly put down the game console in his hand, his eyes shining with anticipation.
"Coming? Where are you?"
Coulson, who was still dozing off, suddenly jumped up from his chair.
"It's right outside! Don't you feel it? The hammer is resonating with its master." With that said, Allen turned around and looked at "Mjolnir" not far away.
Although this time it did not show a large number of magic lines like it was struck by lightning before, the energy fluctuations on the surface were not small at all.
Unfortunately, Asgardians's runes are different from any magic system Allen has come into contact with.
Before getting the relevant books, there is no way to crack it.
certainly!
Thor did not disappoint Allen, and soon charged towards the place where the hammer was.
Since Coulson already knew the true identity of Thor in advance, he did not let the agents embarrass him.
After pretending to be chasing him for a while, Thunder God finally came to his beloved hammer and laughed ecstatically.
But when he grabbed the handle of the hammer and tried to lift it up like usual, the smile instantly solidified on his face.
The heavy rain followed by lightning and thunder fell from the sky, directly drenching him to the core.
Because no matter how hard Thor tried, the hammer did not move even half a minute, and it still seemed to be firmly fixed on the ground.
At this time, he realized what his father Odin said, and roared unwillingly.
"NO!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Seeing "Thor" kneeling on the ground in pain and despair, Hawk Eyes couldn't help but ask, "Is he really Thunder God? And not some drunken alcoholic, or an addict who takes drugs and has hallucinations?"
"That's him, that's right." Allen directly answered in the affirmative.
Not to mention the iconic long blond hair and beard, Asgardians and Earthlings can be easily distinguished by their amazing physical fitness and density.
"Well, it seems that we can finally talk face to face with His Highness Thor who has lost his divine power." With that, Coulson picked up the walkie-talkie and gave orders to the agents surrounding him. "Go and bring that person over. Remember to be polite and don't be too rude."
The agents who received the order immediately swarmed over and took "Thor", who had completely lost his will to resist, to a temporary prefabricated house dozens of meters away.
After all the irrelevant people had exited, Coulson immediately showed his signature smile, handed the other party a cup of hot coffee, and asked in an unseemly kind tone, "Can you tell us who you are? And why did you force your way into the restricted area? Is it for that hammer?"
"..."
Thor lowered his head in frustration and said nothing.
As the saying goes, there is no greater sorrow than the death of the heart.
He couldn't understand why his father, Odin, wanted to punish him in this way, let alone what he had done wrong.
Of course, there is another reason besides this, that is, his brother Loki is standing in the room right now.
Appreciating the strange relationship between the half-brothers, Allen raised the corner of his mouth with a playful smile, and said directly to Coulson through telepathy, "Let's go out for a while. Thor now needs to talk alone with his brother, God of Mischief Loki."
Loki?
Coulson Hearing this sentence, the hairs all over his body stood up instantly. He immediately looked around, but he didn't see anything at all.
But out of trust in Allen, he turned around and walked out, closing the door behind him.
After walking some distance, Coulson asked cautiously, "God of Mischief Loki was in the room just now?"
Allen nodded slightly. "Yes! He went in with us, and using Illusion Magic, no instrument can detect his presence."
"Damn! So he can come in and out of our most secret places at will, and we don't even know he's been there?"
Coulson immediately realized the seriousness of the problem and his face became extremely ugly.
"This is nothing to make a fuss about, and there is no need to be nervous. Because in the eyes of Asgardians, the earth is an extremely primitive and backward civilization. Even Earthlings's most advanced weapons and technology cannot pose any threat to them. The most important thing is that although Loki itself is a big trouble, it is not a threat."
Allen touched his chin and expressed his opinion.
Of course, this does not prevent him from preparing to teach this "Third Princess" a lesson in the next New York battle, that is, there must be a price for everything.