Mjolnir

"I know Thor's identity."

Leo's words drew everyone's attention.

Thor looked somewhat disdainful, convinced that no one on Earth knew his true identity.

After all, he had not come to Earth for many years. All that remained here were stories and legends about them.

Leo glanced at Dr. Erik. "Dr. Erik, I think you've already made some guesses, haven't you?"

"Only a guess. I still don't want to believe it," Erik said.

"Unfortunately, I know it overturns your worldview somewhat, but it's true."

Leo took out his copy of Norse Mythology from his backpack. "Thor Odinson, wielder of Mjolnir, the hammer of the thunder god."

Jane slammed on the brakes and turned to look at Leo, then Thor beside him.

"Are you all playing some kind of joke on me?"

"Jane, you saw Thor arrive with your own eyes. You must have had your doubts already, right?"

Leo handed her the book, which was open to the page about the thunder god.

Clad in a red cape and silver armor, wearing a silver helmet with a pair of little wings, with golden hair, a beard, and eyebrows—he really did bear some resemblance to Thor.

Jane started driving again. "Until I see the truth for myself, I absolutely won't believe something so unrealistic."

Even the thick-skinned Thor seemed to have caught on by then. He looked at Leo with a slight frown. How did he determine my identity?

By the time they drove to the site, the sky had already darkened.

In the barren desert where there had originally been nothing, a small base had somehow been built in less than a day.

Five huge incandescent lamps shone from above, and a small research center had been constructed around Mjolnir.

The entire area was enclosed by white fabric walls, with several connecting passageways built inside. Fixed routes and stricter personnel screening had been put in place to better establish defensive measures.

The surroundings were completely enclosed by wire fences. Several vehicles and more than a dozen low-level agents carrying weapons patrolled constantly.

They turned off the headlights, parked on the other side of the hillside, then quietly climbed up and took in the scene below.

"This clearly wasn't a satellite crash. They should have hauled the wreckage away, not built a city around it."

Jane could not help but say this when she saw the situation.

Thor seemed to sense something. An excited smile appeared on his face as he spoke to Jane.

"You stay here. Once I get Mjolnir back, I'll return what they stole from you."

"No. Look at that place. Do you think you can just stroll in, pick up our things, and stroll back out?"

"No, I'll fly out."

After saying that, Thor ignored the looks from the others and walked straight out.

Darcy patted Leo on the shoulder. "Leo, aren't you going to step in? Don't you know that Coulson guy?"

"Don't rush. I want to see how Thor plans to solve this problem."

Leo watched Thor charge down with great interest.

As Thor drew closer, Mjolnir seemed to sense him as well and began releasing its own energy.

At the same time, several flashes of lightning appeared in the sky, as though rain was about to fall.

The energy interference from Mjolnir caused all the Electronic Devices nearby to flicker, and even satellites were unable to monitor the area.

Thor simply tore open the wire fence and charged inside.

Naturally, this was noticed. Several agents rushed over to apprehend Thor.

But Thor only wanted to retrieve his beloved hammer. No one could stop him.

His rich combat experience, coupled with Physical Fitness beyond that of ordinary people, allowed Thor to effortlessly take down several agents.

Looking at the lightning-filled night sky, Thor felt especially at home. Laughing loudly, he rushed into the white passageway.

Jane watched anxiously and grabbed Leo's right hand.

"Leo, aren't you going in to ask your acquaintance for help?"

"It's fine, Jane. Don't worry."

A faint glow shimmered in Leo's eyes as his gaze locked directly onto the hammer at the center.

The square-headed hammer rested at an angle atop a mound of earth. Though no one else could see it, Leo could observe it clearly.

On both sides of Mjolnir were colorful seals made up of three ovals, hidden within the hammer.

It would decide whether the person who lifted it was worthy of gaining the power of the thunder god.

And this seal was the final command issued by Odin, the All-Father.

Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor.

Leo glanced up at the sky. He knew that Odin was asleep at this moment.

So he headed out as well, saying to the other three, "You should go back to the car and take shelter from the rain. I'll bring Thor and the files back."

A light rain began to fall from the once pitch-black night sky, gradually growing heavier.

Before Leo had taken more than a few steps, he vanished into the dark night without a trace.

Meanwhile, Thor's arrival had already caused quite a commotion within the camp.

Coulson had also learned the source of the disturbance: an unknown man had knocked down more than a dozen agents and forced his way in.

He raised the walkie-talkie in his hand. "I need aerial support, armed."

Inside a carriage outside the passageway, countless firearms hung along the walls. A figure lying inside received the message, and a high-powered sniper rifle happened to be beside him.

He swiftly sat up, reached out to take a black compound bow from the wall, then flipped out of the carriage.

He ran straight to a small lift platform and was hoisted into the air. A pair of sharp eyes appeared above the base, searching for the source of the chaos.

Leo arrived beneath the lift platform, looked up, and smiled.

Hawkeye. Barton.

With that, he made a light dash, broke through the wire fence, and slipped into the passageway.

Clint reflexively swept his gaze downward, feeling somewhat puzzled. Did someone just go in?

"Coulson? I think someone may have broken in again, but I'm not sure. I didn't see clearly."

"What? You didn't even see them clearly?"

Coulson lowered the walkie-talkie and headed over himself.

The computer screens kept flashing as the bald Sitwell faced Coulson.

"That thing is producing intense electromagnetic oscillations. The system can't handle it."

"Barton? Report your status."

The rain grew heavier and heavier. Thor, covered in mud, climbed up from the ground after taking down the last hulking agent.

Barton, on the elevated platform, had already drawn his bow to its fullest. He steadily aimed at Thor; no matter how hard the rain fell, his hand did not tremble in the slightest as he kept his bow trained on him.

"Do you want me to take him out, or send more people to capture him alive?"

"Wait for my order."

Thor tore through the final layer of plastic sheeting. Seeing Mjolnir resting safely in the center, an incomparably delighted smile appeared on his face.

He strode forward, staring at the hammer before him, filled with excitement.

Coulson had also arrived on the second floor, watching Thor standing in the middle under the pouring rain.

Barton pulled his right hand back a little farther. "Last chance, sir."

"Wait. I want to see what he does."

Coulson stared at the figure in the center as he spoke, stopping the other reinforcements as well. He wanted to see exactly what Thor intended to do.

A small figure suddenly appeared beside Coulson, watching Thor with him.

"Coulson, do you think he can lift it?"

"What's going on? Leo, how did you get here?!"