"So you're the King of Mortals who leads this bunch of ordinary people? You don't look like much."
Thor's words carried a hint of contempt and disdain, but a flicker of curiosity and confusion soon crossed his eyes.
He looked around, seeming to search the shabby interrogation room for something unusual about this "mortal king."
"Keep it down! You're in front of the Director!"
Coulson's voice was stern and firm. This usually kindhearted man had brought out a lifetime's worth of temper, and that vicious glare would have made anyone who knew him wonder what had gotten into the old softie.
"Why should I in front of a mortal—Ugh, stop! Get this off me!"
Xia Ling didn't bother arguing with him. He simply pulled out a black hood and shoved it over Thor's head, making the latter struggle violently.
But after only a few seconds, Thor stopped moving. His limbs went limp, and he slumped stiffly to the floor.
"D-Director, we haven't finished questioning him yet. Did you just kill him?"
Coulson's eyes widened. It wasn't that he thought killing people was wrong.
Even a kindhearted man like him had killed more than a few people in his time as a senior agent.
It was just that they hadn't gotten any information out of him yet. Killing him now seemed like such a waste.
"Don't worry, Coulson. I wasn't planning to actually kill him."
Xia Ling patted Thor's limp body and explained.
"It's just the effect of a little 'tranquilizer.' It'll make him lose consciousness for a while, which will make it easier for us to proceed with our next steps."
"Director, are you sure?"
Coulson still looked doubtful. As far as he could tell, the mentally ill man looked dead, and he couldn't smell anything like a sedative coming