Inside the Interrogation Room.
Thor sat in a chair while Steve and Coulson looked at him solemnly.
"His fighting skills are excellent. He can't be an ordinary person," Coulson said.
Then, he spread his feet apart and looked at Thor. "Talk. Who sent you?"
"You took down every member of the special patrol teams by yourself. You must have received specialized training. But your methods don't resemble those of an agent. You seem more like a mercenary."
Coulson analyzed.
It was precisely because he believed Thor was a mercenary that he tried to pry information out of him with words.
But Thor merely lowered his head, looking utterly shattered, without saying a word.
As Asgard's eldest prince, the God of Thunder, and the bravest warrior in the Divine Realm, he had lost to a Midgardian.
How was that merely humiliating?
It was downright disgraceful!
Especially after his opponent had defeated him and said, "What a weak god," Thor had completely shut down.
Steve had no idea what he was thinking.
Out of caution, although he did not entirely believe what Thor had said, he still regarded him as a tremendous threat.
Moreover, after the baptism of those monsters in Manhattan, Captain America did not dare underestimate the world as it was now.
Who knew whether what this big fellow said was true?
Thor, meanwhile, had been far more careless.
He had never thought much of Earthlings to begin with.
Besides, although he had lost his divine power, whether in the town earlier or against those fully armed special forces just now, he had defeated them with nothing but an ordinary human physique.
That had greatly boosted Thor's confidence.
In his eyes, these Midgardians were nothing remarkable—weak and feeble, utterly unworthy of being called warriors.
What he did not know was