Coulson Had to Call for Backup Because He Couldn't Win

Coulson Had to Call for Backup Because He Couldn't Win

S.H.I.E.L.D. demonstrated their superior operational efficiency, clearing the area at top speed.

The people who had treated the place like a massive outdoor party kindly extended greetings to the families of the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and declared that they would absolutely obey orders.

"Attention, everyone. Duva has also arrived in your area. Damn it, is this a coincidence?"

"There's even worse news. We couldn't find any trace of that strange rainbow from outer space, but we can be certain that it's closely related to that hammer."

"Based on our analysis, we need to be prepared. The gods, who have been cut off from Earth for thousands of years, may have begun moving again."

S.H.I.E.L.D. had access to all kinds of bizarre information. No matter how absurd something seemed, comparing it against the S.H.I.E.L.D. database always turned up some clues.

"The legendary Asgardians? Thunder God's Hammer?"

Coulson, rushing over in a helicopter, was worried sick. He feared that he would become the next Fury.

The appearance of the Bifrost and a weapon suspected to be Thunder God's Hammer had drawn the attention of many interested parties.

S.H.I.E.L.D. had never been the only powerful organization on Earth. Likewise, S.H.I.E.L.D. was not the only one with records concerning the various gods.

S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted to establish an isolation zone and seal off Thunder God's Hammer, but even more people were working to sabotage them, refusing to let S.H.I.E.L.D. take control of the situation.

When even more people tried to lift Thunder God's Hammer and failed, everyone's interest was thoroughly piqued.

Perhaps... the hammer's owner really was that guy?

Amid the chaos, the Thunder God arrived. There was no chariot, no warhorse, no radiant splendor, no dragons soaring or tigers leaping—only a pair of feet pounding the ground at high speed.

In broad daylight, under the watchful eyes both open and hidden, Thor regained his arrogance. Laughing loudly, he knocked down countless agents with one punch each.

"Mjolnir, my hammer!!"

Even without his divine power, the blond giant was absurdly strong. Beating highly trained agents was easier for him than beating children.

Considering that the average Asgardian civilian was three times as strong as an ordinary Earthling, Thor, the Son of Odin and bearer of the God-King's bloodline, was even more extraordinary. With ordinary fists and kicks alone, he could beat down a whole crowd of superheroes.

In such a huge base, with so many well-trained agents, no one had managed to stop Thor alone. A large swath of them had fallen.

"So this guy is Thor? His reckless behavior and utterly arrogant actions make it hard to believe he's a god who has lived for at least a thousand years."

Coulson arrived at the scene and assessed the Son of Odin's performance.

Other than being able to fight, with his combat skills maxed out, there was nothing particularly remarkable about him.

Did they have no choice but to let him approach Thunder God's Hammer? That seemed like a shame. They had finally gotten the chance to study a mythical weapon, yet they still had not figured out why no outsider could lift Thunder God's Hammer.

"Sir, he's already broken through the second line of defense. What should we do?" Hawkeye, the super agent stationed there, quietly drew his bow to full tension and aimed at Thor, waiting for Coulson's command.

Coulson hesitated, just about to speak.

"Something else has broken in! It's moving extremely fast!" an agent adjusting the surveillance monitors shouted.

The others hurriedly looked toward the cameras, and their expressions changed drastically.

They saw that the new intruder was a hulking figure. After grabbing an agent, it extended a single fleshy tendril and instantly absorbed the man completely.

"A Xenomorph?"

"It's a Deviant! And an extremely powerful Deviant!"

Coulson drew a deep breath, his heart sinking to the bottom. "Why is this thing here? It should be hundreds of kilometers away, being pursued by the Brotherhood!"

For a moment, Coulson suspected it was a trap, but he quickly dismissed the thought. Either it was an accident and the Deviant had happened to pass by, or it had been drawn here specifically by Thor's arrival on Earth.

The footage from the cameras proved it was the latter.

This incomparably powerful Deviant, running at high speed on two legs, completely ignored Thunder God's Hammer and charged straight toward the other end of the camp, where Thor was.

Everyone who tried to stop it along the way was instantly absorbed. Not only were there no bodies left behind, not even bones remained. That outrageous absorption ability made Coulson's eyelids twitch wildly in sheer horror.

"What the hell did Magneto feed this thing to make it grow this powerful in such a short time?!" Coulson was both shocked and furious. This was no longer a monster they could handle.

He decisively called for backup.

Fury remained silent for a long time after receiving the news before finally saying in a low voice, "It's already too late to dispatch agents from S.H.I.E.L.D. The Deviant will kill Thor first."

"If Thor dies, all of us will be in deep trouble. Who knows what Asgard is like now, or what attitude God-King Odin will take?" Coulson's face darkened.

Just thinking about the consequences made his heart pound. When that time came, the whole Earth might have to bear Odin's wrath.

Thor was completely unaware of this. His face was filled with wild joy, and all of his attention was focused on his hammer.

"Hahaha, I found you, old friend!"

Though Thor was over a thousand years old, he was still a young man. His voice boomed as excitement made his entire body tremble, and he rushed joyfully toward his hammer.

As long as he had a few more seconds to reach the hammer, stretch out his hand, grab it, and lift it, he would surely regain his divine power and return to Asgard! He did not want to stay in this damned Midgard for even one more second! But those dozen or so meters were like an uncrossable abyss, because the Deviant had arrived as well. It tore through the barrier first and rushed in front of Thor.

"What are you?"

Thor stopped, every hair on his body standing on end as his powerful battle instincts sounded the alarm.

Strong. This black humanoid creature standing before him was extremely strong—at least too strong for him to handle easily without his divine power!

"Get out of my way. I don't care what you are. Anyone who stands in the way of the Thunder God will die!" A trace of savagery flashed in Thor's eyes. He had never been mild-tempered. If he could kill someone with his hands, he would never waste a single word.

Over the past few centuries of war, even when he offered enemies a chance to surrender, he only asked one brief question. If they refused, he smashed their skulls with one swing of his hammer, never saying another pointless word.

Thor assumed that this thing before him was here to stop him from reclaiming his hammer.

Another fool coveting the power of a god, Thor thought. As long as he went around this thing and picked up the hammer...

And then there was no then.