Sitting next to the girl, Jemma Simmons leaned over and whispered kindly, " Skye, you don't need to be so nervous. Mr. Phil is a very nice and gentle person."
Skye:...
She nodded in response expressionlessly, but inwardly she was screaming: Mild?! Mild Phil Coulson?! If you saw him grab me and threaten me, you'd know just how ridiculous your words are!
Phil Coulson maintained a professional, gentle smile, " Skye, once we arrive at the mission location, don't worry about anything else. Take all the surveillance equipment and make sure to install the camp's external surveillance system as quickly as possible."
"Remember what you learned in your training a few days ago: the monitoring range must be 360 degrees without any blind spots!"
Skye instinctively puffed out her chest and raised her head, replying at the top of her lungs, "Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!"
Melinda May, the vehicle driver, operations specialist, and logistics support officer sitting next to Phil, couldn't help but twitch her lips.
She couldn't help but turn her head and ask in a low voice, "Did you get Jamal to do the training for her?"
Phil Coulson gestured for Skye to sit down and whispered, " The Order is severely understaffed right now. None of the training instructors who were originally with S.H.I.E.L.D.. are idle. I used two bottles of 60-year-old Romantic to get Jamal to spare three days to give Skye special training!"
Melinda ruthlessly remarked, "All the agents Jamal trains are as dogmatic as robots!"
Phil Coulson shrugged, then turned to the beautiful red-haired woman in the room and instructed, " Fox, you're the covert operations expert. I need you to identify all the suspicious individuals among the onlookers at the mission location!"
"Remember, any suspicious behavior is grounds for identification as a suspicious person!"
Fox stretched lazily, parted her red lips slightly, and said in a slightly husky, magnetic voice, "No problem~"
Meanwhile, outside a small town near the desert in New Mexico.
A Rainbow Bridge crashed down, and after the dazzling teleportation beam disappeared, four men and one woman appeared on the sand, all dressed in simple medieval armor.
Volstagg plopped down on the sand, his long beard revealing a clear sense of dejection.
Fandral stood before him, extending his right hand. "Cheer up, brother!"
Volstagg shook his head, his face crestfallen, and said, "We can't go back, Fandral, we can never go back to the Divine Realm!"
"Hey, brother!" Thor half-squatted down in front of him and said guiltily, "I'm sorry, I've dragged you into this."
"No, Thor ... Your Highness!" Volstagg said hastily, "How can this be your fault! It's all our fault for holding you back!"
However, having narrowly escaped death, Thor seems to have gained some insight.
He shook his head, his expression resolute, and said, "Listen, Volstagg, my brother! I promise you we'll get back!"
"It was my reckless behavior that angered my father! In the days to come, I will prove to him through my actions that I know I was wrong!"
"Your Highness..." Volstagg was somewhat moved.
Fandral and Hogun seized the opportunity to grab his two thick arms. "Get up, brother!"
Volstagg stood up.
Sif turned and walked back, saying, " Thor, it looks like a Midgard town not far ahead!"
Thor gave a thumbs-up and exclaimed heartily, "Well done, Sif!"
"Let's go, brothers, let's check out the town of Midgard first!"
After saying that, he turned and strode towards the town.
Seeing this, Sif quickly followed, whispering a reminder, " Thor! When we get to town, don't be reckless! We've had our powers sealed by His God King, and we've become ordinary people..."
"Don't worry, Sif!" Thor flexed his arm, revealing his strong biceps. "Even as a normal human, I'll still be the strongest one!"
Sif watched his comical antics, shaking her head with a helpless smile. At the same time, she secretly resolved to stay close to Thor to prevent him from acting rashly again.
The Warriors Three of Asgard followed side by side, exchanging glances and revealing knowing smiles.
Meanwhile, in Asgard, in the Golden Palace's Hibernation Chamber.
Frigga stood beside her husband, who was in Odinsleep, looking at his calm yet pale face, and couldn't help but tighten her grip on his hand. " Odin, I don't know if your decision is right or wrong..."
"But... darling, Asgard can't live without you!"
" Thor's character is too naive and reckless; his shoulders are not yet capable of bearing the weight of Asgard!"
"Even I... I can't live without you~~"
As she spoke, the Queen's eyes, which were always filled with wisdom and love, quickly became moist. She reached out and stroked Odin's aged face, whispering, "Wake up, my love!"
However, Frigga emotions were too intense at the moment, did not notice that outside the door of the Hibernation Chamber, a phantom, filled with excitement, silently disappeared.
Soon, Loki, dressed in divine armor, sat on his high Golden Palace Throne and summoned the high-ranking officials of Asgard.
"My father, Odin, the King of Gods, must rest and recuperate due to his severe injuries. And my brother, Thor, the Thor the God of Thunder, has been banished from the Divine Realm by the King of Gods to receive punishment for an unforgivable sin..."
"But such a vast Divine Realm cannot be without a master for even a day!"
"Therefore, from this moment forward, Divine Realm will be ruled by me, Loki Odinson, temporarily in place of my father, exercising the powers of the God-King!"
"This..." The Asgard high-ranking officials in the Golden Palace looked at each other in bewilderment.
They were filled with resentment. Just from the fact that Loki was named an ' God of Mischief,' it was clear how unpopular this second prince was in the Divine Realm compared to the generous and magnanimous God of Thunder Prince Thor!
Loki wasn't wrong. The King of Gods needed to rest and recuperate. The eldest prince Thor, had made a mistake and was demoted. Legally, Loki, as the second prince, could indeed temporarily assume the role of King of Gods.
The high-ranking officials in the hall could only reluctantly accept Loki's statement.
"... Greetings, Your Majesty!"
Listening to the cheers echoing throughout the hall, Loki slowly closed his eyes, somewhat mesmerized.
He thought to himself, his heart surging with emotion: [Power... awe...]
[It's that intoxicating feeling!]
[From this moment forward, I am the supreme king of Asgard!!!]
Loki could no longer contain himself and burst into unrestrained laughter.
Hahahaha~ Hahahahaha~
Loki's first decree, in which he temporarily assumed the throne of the gods, limited Heimdall's power.
Holding the Gungnir, he stood before Heimdall and commanded, " Heimdall, from this moment forward, no one is permitted to activate the Bifrost without my order!"
Heimdall's sharp, eagle-like golden eyes keenly sensed Loki's inner schemes, but he did not refute them. Instead, he knelt on one knee, bowed his head respectfully, and replied:
"Yes, Your Majesty!"