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When the Harrier jet landed vertically outside, the KFC restaurant manager was scared stiff.

Other than the chicken being fried, nothing in the entire restaurant seemed to react. The staff, customers, and manager alike all stared blankly at the entrance as several men in suits and sunglasses—obvious agents—stepped off the plane and pushed their way into the restaurant with grim expressions.

"Th-this... sir..."

The restaurant manager felt like his brain was trembling. He even wondered whether one of his employees had secretly stashed a nuclear bomb there. "Is there... um... anything I can... help you with?"

"Do you have an event here called 'Crazy Thursday'?"

the agent asked in a tone that was practically an interrogation.

"..."

In any case, the Harrier jet soon took off again and flew toward the desert near Old Bridge Town, leaving behind a relieved restaurant manager and a group of customers eager to Watch the Excitement.

"Your fried chicken."

Nick Fury handed the bag to Fang Mo with a dark expression. "So, can you explain what happened now?"

"S.H.I.E.L.D. really does work efficiently." Fang Mo took the paper bag, sat cross-legged on the gold block, and began Feasting. "Remember to arrange that meteorite iron search for me. I really do need that stuff."

"Agent Barton has already found the meteorite iron you mentioned. It should arrive in about half an hour," Nick Fury said, forcibly suppressing his anger.

"Oh, that's good."

Fang Mo nodded. He knew when to stop, and seeing that the other man's blood pressure had risen enough, he began explaining. "Anyway, I really did go back for a while. Don't worry, I wasn't causing trouble behind your back. As for this Hammer... I think you'd better ask Odin."

"Wait..."

Nick Fury couldn't help interrupting him. "You said I should ask who?"

"Odin."

Fang Mo said it while chewing fried chicken.

"..."

Nick Fury stared at Fang Mo for over ten seconds before finally taking a deep breath. "If you don't want to tell me, you can just refuse..."

"I'm telling the fucking truth."

Fang Mo explained, "That hammer really was thrown down by Odin. Haven't you heard of Thor's Hammer? Mjolnir, a divine weapon forged from Uru metal—the flying war hammer wielded by Thor..."

"So what exactly are you trying to say?"

Nick Fury couldn't help asking. "You're telling me that all those myths and legends are real? That the gods from those myths actually exist?"

"Why else?" Fang Mo countered. "Where do you think my Golden Apples came from?"

"Hm?"

Hearing that, Nick Fury froze for a moment.

"Come on, man. You've already seen something as outrageous as Captain Marvel Carol Danvers. Is there really anything left that you can't believe?" Fang Mo spread his hands. "You should've known long ago, right? That Earth isn't alone and all that. How about I put it another way? The gods of Norse mythology are actually some kind of alien civilization. They came to Earth in ancient times. Can you understand now?"

"You mean..."

With Fang Mo's hint, Nick Fury understood immediately.

"That's right. The aliens are already knocking on the door." Fang Mo smiled and continued eating his fried chicken. "Now it depends on how you deal with them."

"What is their attitude?"

Nick Fury's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately asked, "Do they want to invade Earth? Or something else? How strong are they?"

"You'll know soon enough."

Fang Mo was thoroughly enjoying his fried chicken and clearly didn't feel like talking to him anymore.

"..."

Seeing this, Nick Fury was so angry his nose nearly twisted out of shape. Aliens were practically about to invade Earth, and this guy was still burying his head in KFC. Did he even have a heart?

Of course, no matter how angry he was, Nick Fury didn't dare curse Fang Mo outright. Leaving aside everything else, the gold block beneath Fang Mo alone was enough to make him shut up. Besides, he really was asking Fang Mo for help right now. After taking a deep breath, Nick Fury turned and gave an order to an agent.

Very quickly, an agent brought over a cup of iced cola.

"Here." With a sour expression, Nick Fury handed the cola to Fang Mo while suppressing his anger. "This goes well with fried chicken, doesn't it?"

"Hm?"

Fang Mo paused. When he looked up and saw the other man's expression, he couldn't help laughing. "How about I give you two boxes of blood pressure medicine? The veins at your temples are practically bulging out... Speaking of which, you're this pissed off, aren't you going to say 'motherfucker'?"

"Has anyone ever told you that you're really good at pissing people off?"

Nick Fury looked at Fang Mo.

"I've studied qigong. I can piss people to death."

Fang Mo replied.

"You..."

"Alright, I'm done messing with you." Fang Mo happily took a big gulp of cola, then explained, "Anyway, there's no need to worry too much about this. Something happened within those gods' own family. It doesn't have much to do with us."

"But that hammer..."

"If you know enough about Norse mythology, then you should know that Earth represents Midgard among the Nine Realms of the World Tree." Fang Mo said, "From another perspective, Earth was originally a place protected by Asgard. Strictly speaking, it's like their living room. When a family quarrels, at most they smash a coffee table or a TV. Have you ever seen family members throw a nuclear bomb into the living room just because they were arguing?"

"Isn't that analogy a little too childish?"

Nick Fury frowned noncommittally. "So where exactly did you get this information? Was it all from this so-called divination? Including Captain America's Shield being with S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"It was Super-tier Divination."

Fang Mo shrugged and continued spinning nonsense. "It's an ability similar to the Eye of Fate. It can observe the general flow of parallel worlds and timelines. But you're just a muggle—there's no point explaining it to you."

"What should we do now?"

Nick Fury actually suspected that the other man was lying, but after thinking it over, he found no logical flaws in Fang Mo's claims and had no way to refute them. So he simply asked, "Are we just going to let these gods run wild on Earth?"

"Do whatever you want. Have I stopped you?"

Fang Mo asked in return, "I came here to be S.H.I.E.L.D.'s sugar daddy, not to clean up S.H.I.E.L.D.'s messes... Besides, even if I told you what to do, would you really believe me? Are you, the great Motherfucker Man, really the type to place all your hopes on divination?"

"You do have a point."

After hearing Fang Mo's words, Nick Fury nodded instinctively, seeming to have already figured out what to do.

"First, seal off this area."

Nick Fury moved quickly indeed. After thinking for only a moment, he began issuing orders. Before long, a large number of government personnel mobilized and cordoned off the crater. A whole group of researchers also rushed over, beginning to study all kinds of data on the Hammer inside the crater.

Just then, a man carrying a bow on his back suddenly walked in from outside.

"Director, the Meteoritic Iron you asked for has arrived."