Have You Thought It Through, Loki?

"Get up! Get up!"

Thor used all his strength, including his legs, to slam his feet against the ground.

However, no matter how hard he kicked, the hammer remained lying there, Fudo and lifeless.

Realizing that his father had withdrawn all of his divine power, Thor finally broke down.

The burly men maintaining order dragged Thor away and threw him to the side of the road.

The line behind them continued to pull out hammers.

Stephen Fang sat down next to Thor. "So? Describe how you feel right now?"

Thor didn't want to say a word. He rose shakily and walked in the opposite direction towards the end of the line.

Looking at Thor's disheveled figure, Black Widow couldn't help but ask, "Is he really a god? Why does he seem so different from the god I imagined? He seems like just an ordinary guy who likes to drink beer, has a bad temper when drunk, and likes to smash the TV when watching football matches."

"That's a very good summary." Stephen Fang patted Black Widow on the shoulder. "I'm heading back now."

Black Widow remained silent.

Several suspicious-looking people in the crowd exchanged glances, and S.H.I.E.L.D..'s clearing operation began.

However, S.H.I.E.L.D..'s targets for cleanup are not just the strongmen.

It also includes Stephen Fang.

It's cold in New Mexico at night.

There is no glitz and glamour of New York, no towering buildings, no bustling crowds, and no countless shops here.

Thor, sitting by the hotel window, casually tossed his beer can onto the street, and many passersby showered him with greetings that lasted ten to twenty minutes.

Stephen Fang was not surprised to see Thor in this state.

After all, he's a representative figure who developed Great Stomach Bag during Avengers 3.

If we were to categorize stress resistance into different levels...

"Fang Yu" is level 10.

Therefore, Thor can only be one.

Would you like some edamame?

Thor turned around and took the plate of edamame that Stephen Fang handed him, threw it into his Barry, chewed it but found he Fudo, so he spat it back into the plate.

"Disgusting." Stephen Fang couldn't help but curse as he put the plate aside. "Can't you pull yourself together? If Odin saw you like this, he'd be even less likely to give you back your divine power."

Fueled by alcohol, Thor cursed, "I don't need any divine powers! I'm perfectly fine now!"

"Alright then, as long as I can get the Asgardian Magic, I don't care who I cooperate with."

He patted Thor on the shoulder, turned and went out the door.

Within half an hour, the entire building was surrounded by a group of armed agents in suits.

Thor was still throwing cans out the window, completely unaware that the street, which had just been crowded, was now deserted.

With a "bang!", the door behind Thor was kicked open!

A group of agents stormed into the room, pointing several pistols at the back of Thor's head!

"Sir, don't move, or I can't guarantee what will happen to you."

Thor turned around in confusion, and the first thing he saw was a black Nick Fury.

Next, there's the black eye mask on the Nick Fury.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Nick Fury. Where is your accomplice in your room? I mean, the Asian man."

Thor frowned. "How should I know where he went? Leave me alone! I want a drink!"

Nick Fury delivered a karate chop to Thor's neck, Thor immediately lost consciousness.

Egghead Hero waved his hand and said, "Take him away!"

After watching Thor being taken away by S.H.I.E.L.D.., Stephen Fang dialed Black Widow's cell phone.

"Looks like you want to test your skills against me."

The voice on Black Widow's end sounded somewhat surprised, "What do you mean? Our people are coming to cause you trouble?"

"It's none of your business, huh?" Stephen Fang nodded. "Fine, then I won't beat you up. Goodbye."

"Hello?"

Black Widow wanted to explain further, but the call ended abruptly, and she couldn't get through when she tried to call back.

The hammer fell to the ground.

This place used to be a bustling place.

However, after the intervention of S.H.I.E.L.D.., the place was surrounded by layers of sheet metal, and the situation inside could not be seen.

There is a signal jammer in the center, and patrol vehicles are around it.

Those who wanted to spread rumors about the situation were also sent to the detention center, where they were given free hot tea and brutal beatings.

In terms of how annoying they are, S.H.I.E.L.D.. might even rank ahead of Hydra.

After all, there are more Hydra members in S.H.I.E.L.D.. than at Hydra headquarters.

In the solitary confinement cell, Thor sat on a cold bench.

He had just been interrogated for an hour and a half.

As Son of Odin rules the Nine Realms, Thor dislikes everything he has suffered tonight.

In a daze, he saw a familiar person.

Someone who shouldn't be here.

"Loki?"

Thor called out hastily, and Loki, who was passing by, stopped and gave Thor a forced smile. "You're here?"

"Loki! Help me! I've been captured!"

"Oh, no, no, I can't save you." Loki's expression instantly turned sorrowful. "You've angered Father. He was laid to rest last night. Before he fell into a coma, he said he never wanted to see you again in his life."

The fool Thor was stunned, as if struck by lightning. He took two steps back, his heart heavy with sorrow, and all his unspoken words boiled down to one sentence. "Is he... is he alright?"

"It's terrible, it's terrible. I estimate that he has only a few days left before he passes away."

"I mean, Midgard time."

Seeing Thor slumped in his chair like a wilted eggplant, Loki turned and chuckled, then turned back and said, "I should go, Thor."

Thor didn't look up; his eyes were lifeless.

Loki left satisfied, heading straight for the deep pit of Mjolnir, which was wrapped in layers upon layers of protective covering.

Loki, the God of Mischief, waved to the guards near the pit, who then seemed to go blind and ignored Loki arrival.

However, just as he was about to place his hand on the hammer handle, a discordant voice came from above his head.

"Could you teach me the Asgardian Magic?"

Loki looked up and saw a pair of blood-red eyes.

He had never seen eyes like those, nor had he ever seen such power.

Can you hypnotize people around you using their eyes?

Loki smiled, "The magic of Asgard requires extremely high talent and divine power to use. What bloodline do you have?"

"Whether I learn it or not is my business, whether you teach it or not is your business."

Loki replied without hesitation, "Then I won't teach you."

"You must teach."

"Oh? Why?" Loki's curiosity was piqued.

"Because I am the biggest obstacle to your rule over Asgard!"

In the lore, Loki's power level is only two points higher than Black Widow's.

Having experienced Black Widow's Combat Power, Stephen Fong was also quite tough when facing Loki.

"A mere mortal dares to challenge me!"

"Then let's give it a try!"

Stephen Fang's Three-Tomoe Sharingan spun rapidly, and his Hypnotic Eye activated!

In an instant, Loki saw a bolt of lightning strike down from the horizon!

Immediately afterwards, Thor, wielding Mjolnir, flew over here!

"This! This is impossible!"

Actually, nothing is impossible.

Ultimately, Loki is not a god in the traditional sense.

In Marvel's lore, aliens are a more fitting description for the people of Asgard.

Realizing he had entered a hallucination world, Loki pounded his chest, but still managed to take Thor's hammer!

He suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood!

When I opened my eyes again, everything that had just happened was indeed an illusion.

Although somewhat shocked that Loki had broken the illusion almost instantly, Stephen Fang still put on quite a show.

Looking down at Loki, he said, word by word:

"So, have you thought it through?"

I mean

"The thing that stands against me."