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morning.
There is a faint smell of blood floating in the temporary camp. Most people can't smell it, but Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. is sensitive to the smell of blood due to his special occupation.
The atmosphere in the entire camp was tense, with almost everyone looking grim and serious.
In the room where Sitwell was imprisoned, Coulson looked a little tired.
He didn't sleep all night.
Clint was beside him, silently and methodically maintaining his recurve bow.
"Thank you for your hard work." Coulson said.
"The duty lies."
Clint's tone was light, but those who knew him well knew that Hawkeye's mood was not beautiful.
If three colleagues who were fighting side by side suddenly kill you, no one will be in a good mood, even if these three people are dead.
One was hit in the eye by an arrow from Clint, which penetrated his brain and died.
One to three.
Clint must break the situation quickly, so he chooses to attack key points to reduce the enemy's effective strength.
An arrow in the abdomen was not fatal. What was fatal was that he was cruel enough to himself and pulled out the arrow directly, wanting to continue fighting. But he didn't know that there are many types of Clint arrows, one of which is barbed.
So he pulled out the arrow and his own intestines.
Died in pain and wailing.
The last one was poisoned to death. He was shot in the wrist, lost his weapon, was shot in the thigh, and lost the ability to move. Seeing Clint rushing towards him, he bit hard and crushed the poison sac hidden in the back molar, Veneno Blood-Sealing Throat.
Clint put on the bow string and entered the state of fighting at any time again, but the interest was still not high. He asked:
"Coulson, are there any comrades you can trust in the bureau from now on?"
"Does the cause we fought for before still have meaning?"
"What should I do next?"
Coulson was silent for a long time before saying:
"Some things... have to be done by someone."
"Someone needs to keep doing it. This is what we will do in the future."
"It's better to dispose of the body first."
Gritting his teeth, he said bitterly, "Sign up for death in the line of duty, it will be an advantage for them."
After saying that, Coulson looked at Sitwell, who was tightly bound and had a gag in his mouth. The former honest and honest agent had madness in his eyes.
"I advise you to save your energy and save your struggle for the subsequent interrogation." Coulson said coldly, "Without a lawyer, without human rights, all physical, mental, classical, and experimental means will be used on you until every drop of information you know is squeezed out. But before that, you will not be able to survive or die."
The coldness in his eyes made even Agent Hydra, who had been washed and brainwashed into a lunatic, shudder.
For a moment, fear appeared in his eyes.
This is the power of the "good old man" showing his fangs.
Jane got up and took a simple shower.
Didn't sleep well last night.
First, what happened last night was too magical, and the three views were in jeopardy.
The second is to worry about Thor.
I wanted to talk to my best friend, but my best friend washed herself fragrantly, put on exquisite makeup, and then took out two boxes of small umbrellas, extra large ones, from the suitcase.
Jane:..., which scientist carries a small umbrella during field research?
And want to use two boxes at once?
Daisy smiled and said "Bye, little baby" to Jane, and then went to deliver takeout to the big baby.
"Humph, you value sex over friends." Jane was angry at that time.
Then all I could think about was Thor.
Does this count as favoring sex over friends?
Jane looked in the mirror and put on a rare light makeup to cover up the slight dark circles. She first went to the camp canteen to get two glasses of milk and two sandwiches. Thinking of Thor's appetite, she picked up a bacon pancake and a French croissant.
When I arrived at Thor's room, the door was open and the quilt was neatly folded.
Jane showed her aunt's smile, "I can't tell. Thor is actually a man who knows how to fold quilts well. He is thick and thin..."
"I can't tell either."
"Ah!" Jane was startled by the sudden voice, "Dr. Erik, you scared me."
Dr. Erik, who lives next door to Thor, said, "Sorry, Thor didn't come back at all last night."
Jane: "How do you know?"
Erik: "As people get older, they sleep less...Thor is not the kind of person who is light-footed. And do you really think Thor will fold the quilt when he wakes up?"
Jane blushed and immediately asked worriedly, "Where is he?"
Erik spread his hands and joked, "I don't know, but with S.H.I.E.L.D.'s agents following him from a distance, I don't think he will be picked up by a black bear."
Of course there are no black bears nearby, but there are venomous creatures such as venomous snakes, Scorpion, and spiders everywhere. When Erik said this, Jane became even more worried.
Erik looked at Jane trotting away and chuckled, "Young people nowadays."
Thor was sitting quietly on a weathered rock outside the temporary camp, a bit like a walking zombie.
"Thor..." Seeing the extremely sad Thor, Jian's full words disappeared, "Let's have something to eat."
"I'm not hungry and I don't want to eat."
"Eat as much as you can."
Jane stuffed the food into Thor's hands.
Looking at Jane with a worried look on her face, Thor couldn't bear to throw away the food in her hand, broke off a piece of bread and put it in her mouth, but it tasted like chewing gum and was stuck in her throat.
Thor choked up and said:
"My father is dead and my mother resents me. Asgard. There is no place for me anymore."
"Mjolnir, or the power of lightning, what's the point?"
"I lost everything."
Jane felt distressed and hugged Thor gently.
Thor hugged Jane and shed tears silently.
A man doesn't shed tears easily, but he hasn't reached the point where he is sad.
Stark holding a telescope. "Tsk, tsk, a friend in need is a friend indeed."
"When did you become a voyeur?" Mike said angrily, "Also, this is my room, get out!"
Stark was unmoved and asked, "When are you going to tell Thor the truth?"
Mike asked back, "Did I say I wanted to tell him the truth?"
Stark thought for a while and said, "It seems not. Damn, you don't want Thor to be kept in the dark all the time, it's too cruel..."
Mike said, "It's not that I don't want to say it, but it's not my place to say it. Thor and Loki have been brothers for so many years. If they confront each other face to face, do you think Thor will believe me or Loki?"
Stark thought for a while and said, "Loki."
"So, why should I be a villain who sows discord between brothers? Besides... since Odin feels that the current Thor is not qualified to become a god king, why not The second best choice is Loki? Because Loki is not the eldest son? Of course not! It's very simple, Loki is more inappropriate than Thor."
Compared with Thor's "mang", Loki's "yin" is even more unsuitable for becoming a god king.
The so-called king is majestic. Even if he uses tactics, he should also use yin and yang.
What's the use of a king who spends his days brooding over conspiracies?
Loki is suitable to assist Thor and help him do things in the shadows.
It's a pity that the two princes have no self-awareness and are worried to death Odin
"Don't worry, Thor is more in line with Asgardian's expectations than Loki. He has a large number of supporters. Someone will tell him the truth."
"And--suffering can make a person grow quickly."