Taking advantage of the two field agents at the door being distracted, Thor opened the door. His movements were smooth and swift, like a cheetah poised to strike, and he dragged both guards inside in an instant.
Thor then displayed his astonishing strength and combat skills. With three punches and two kicks, the two well-trained guards collapsed helplessly to the ground and fell unconscious.
Thor did not pause for a moment. There was only one thought in his mind: reclaim Mjolnir.
Like a bolt of Black Lightning, he darted through the dim corridors, every step carrying unwavering resolve.
The path to Mjolnir was lined with surveillance cameras that silently recorded everything, while Mjolnir itself was under the close watch of Hawkeye—Clint Barton.
"Should we make a move on him?"
Hawkeye drew his bowstring, aimed at Thor, and asked.
"No."
Chang Wei caught his hand.
"I want to see what he intends to do."
No one else objected.
Thus, Thor successfully reached his hammer.
"Mjolnir!"
A simple-minded grin unique to a big oaf instantly spread across Thor's face. His eyes flashed with longing for power and nostalgia for the past.
Without hesitation, he jumped into the pit, tightly gripped the hammer handle with both hands, and tensed every muscle in his body as if he were gathering all his strength into this single moment.
However, the result left Thor utterly disheartened.
No matter how hard he tried, the hammer did not budge, as though an invisible barrier stood between it and his strength.
At that moment, Thor finally realized that he had lost his connection to Mjolnir—and the divine power that had once been his.
He dropped to his knees in despair, his hands still tightly clutching the hammer handle, his eyes filled with desperation and unwillingness.
"No!!!"
Thor's roar echoed