Now that they had found Mjolnir, everything that followed became only natural.
Coulson waved a hand, and several S.H.I.E.L.D. agents in black suits and sunglasses stepped forward. They headed toward the crater nearby and efficiently began dispersing the curious onlookers gathered around it.
"Everyone, please step back. This area is now under federal control."
"Sorry, please cooperate."
"Identification? Here is my ID. If you have any questions, you can contact the local police department to verify it."
The local residents watching at first were somewhat displeased. After all, this had happened right at their doorstep. Why should they be forbidden from watching?
But when they saw Coulson in his black suit, those burly men in sunglasses with their stern expressions, and the ID from some unknown department that looked quite authentic, they ultimately left while grumbling and cursing.
Some kept looking back as they walked away, muttering things like, "The federal government is really sticking its nose everywhere. What the hell are they even controlling?"
Once the crowd had dispersed, Coulson began directing his agents to set up a temporary camp. Several black vans drove over, and when their rear doors opened, they revealed all kinds of equipment—tents, generators, lighting equipment, and research instruments.
The agents divided up their tasks clearly. Some set up tents, some ran power cables, and some calibrated the equipment. The entire site was orderly and efficient.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Lin Hai and the other three joined Coulson in the center of the crater. The hammer still stood there, utterly motionless. The five formed a circle around it, each examining the ordinary-looking yet utterly baffling object.
The hammerhead was square, its surface covered in intricate patterns resembling ancient runes. The handle was short and appeared to be made of some kind of wood, seemingly