The top of Stark Tower.
Chen Mo leaned back on the sofa, munching on popcorn, while the screen in front of him continued to play footage of the Arctic battlefield.
Hulk was grabbing Loki's leg and swinging him back and forth on the ice like a rag doll.
With each strike, the entire ice field trembled.
Chen Mo chewed twice, his expression gradually becoming strange.
"The script has been rewritten beyond recognition, yet Loki is still getting hit by the Hulk. What a tragic couple."
He grabbed a handful of popcorn and continued, "Originally, Loki was supposed to lead his army to invade New York, Tony would set off fireworks in the sky, Captain America would shout slogans, and in the end, everyone would save the world together."
"And now?"
Chen Mo pointed to the screen.
" Loki gets beaten up in the Arctic, Tony is frozen into an ice sculpture, Hulk is in charge of the physical exorcism, and Captain America is even stealing kills on the sidelines."
The Ancient One held her teacup, calmly watching the light screen.
At least the outcome hasn't changed.
The result is unchanged.
Chen Mo nodded. "But the process has completely spiraled out of control. If this continues, won't the next scene be Thanos wearing an apron and cooking?"
He's not really a good cook.
"You seem to know him quite well."
"I only saw his future."
After the Ancient One finished speaking, she put down her teacup and stood up from the sofa.
Chen Mo looked up at him. "What are you doing?"
I'm prepared to rearrange the script.
"Changing it now? Isn't it a bit too late?"
The Ancient One stood on the edge of the rooftop and pondered for a moment.
"It's really late."
"Then we won't change it?"
"No."
The Ancient One turned to look at him. "Since you've already disrupted the entire previous part, there's no point in continuing according to the original plan."
Chen Mo blinked.
That makes some sense, doesn't it?
So what are you going to do?
"Let Thor regain his divine power first."
The Ancient One said calmly, "He must re-understand power, and he must also confirm why he fights. As for Loki..."
He looked at the figure in the light screen who had been smashed into the snow pit by Hulk.
"Find a suitable opportunity and throw it right in front of Thanos."
The popcorn in Chen Mo's hand stopped in mid-air.
"Your arrangement is even more unethical than mine, and it's incredibly disrespectful to Odin."
You flatter me.
I wasn't complimenting you.
The Ancient One ignored Chen Mo's correction and lightly waved her hand in the air.
An orange spark briefly appeared before quickly disappearing.
"We need to solve the immediate problem first. As for Odin, he's asleep, so why bother with him?"
Polar ice fields.
Hulk grabbed Loki by the ankle and casually tossed him into a snowdrift.
Loki rolled twice inside before crashing face down into the snow.
He was covered in shards of ice and blood, his once magnificent royal robes were now tattered rags, and his face was badly mangled from Tony's mechanical fists.
Even so, he stubbornly raised his head, his eyes filled with anger.
Hulk stood at the edge of the snow pit and let out two low growls.
A giant green fist was raised high.
Loki's pupils contracted.
If that punch lands, even if he doesn't die, he'll lose a few bones.
Hulk was about to finish off his opponent, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from afar.
Steve charged through the snowstorm, raised his shield, and took the brunt of Hulk's punch.
Bang!
Hulk punched the ice field, which was a hundred meters wide, several meters lower, and looked down at Steve in front of him.
Stop!
Steve held his shield firmly, his voice booming through the snowstorm. "He's incapacitated!"
Hulk frowned.
This guy was just blocking my way, and now he's stopping me from hitting someone.
He didn't really want to talk to them.
But it really felt good to beat up Loki just now, and Loki didn't really manage to hurt him.
Thinking of this, Hulk slowly lowered his fist.
Steve breathed a sigh of relief and immediately turned and jumped into the snow pit.
Just as Loki tried to sit up, a metal restraint ring fastened around his neck.
A click.
The ring-shaped device lit up with a red light, releasing a strong current from within.
Loki's body jolted violently, and he was pressed back onto the snow.
Steve pressed one knee down on his shoulder and said coldly, "Don't move."
Loki's face was covered in shattered ice, and blood kept trickling from the corner of his mouth.
He glanced at the restraint ring around his neck, then looked up at Steve and gave him an awkward smile.
"To use chains against a weakened enemy—is this the glory of Midgard?"
Steve didn't let go. "You attacked Earth and nearly froze the entire Northern Hemisphere into an ice field. You have no right to talk about glory now."
"Do mortals dare to judge God?"
Loki's voice was laced with a lisp, yet it still carried an air of haughty arrogance. "When I regain my power, you will kneel at my feet, begging me to grant you the right to live."
Steve frowned.
This guy's already been beaten up like this, why is he still so stubborn?
Loki continued, "That green Beast, and that thief hiding in the iron shell, you're nothing but pathetic wretches relying on brute force and machinery."
In the distance, inside the Anti-Chen Mo Armor.
Tony was so cold his teeth were chattering, but he finally managed to reconnect to the regional communication channel.
"Captain, stop listening to this alien's nonsense!"
Steve looked up at the frozen steel behemoth.
Stark, you're still alive?
"If you keep asking such stupid questions, you might waste more time!"
Tony's voice trembled noticeably. "Forget Loki! Get me out of here first."
"Can the armor still be activated?"
"Cannot."
What about backup power?
"It's frozen."
"Thrusters?"
"It's frozen."
Steve paused for a moment, then asked, "How do we save you?"
Good question.
Tony took a deep breath, his tone finally becoming urgent. "Does S.H.I.E.L.D.. have any high-powered de-icing equipment? A civilian-grade one will do, or if all else fails, take the engine off a fighter jet and blow hot air at me!"
We are trying to get closer.
"Your attempts are too slow; I'm already starting to miss the days of hammering iron in the desert!"
Steve glanced back at Tony, then said to Natasha, "Get the fighters ready with the de-icing equipment."
Natasha nodded and turned to give orders into the communicator.
Loki lay in the snow, listening to their conversation, a mocking smile creeping onto his lips.
"A mob."
Steve looked down at him.
"What did you say?"
"Without the protection of the gods, you cannot even withstand the cold."
"But the person we've captured now is you."
These words made Loki's smile freeze for a moment.
Steve ignored him and gestured for Hulk to step back.
Hulk glanced at Loki, then at Steve.
He had hit the ice enough, so he turned around, walked to the side, squatted down, and patted the snow off the ice.
Loki was bound by heavy binding rings, and his magical power was completely extinguished.
But he still refused to back down.
Do you think you've won just like that?
He chuckled softly.
"The real war has only just begun."
"The war is over."
Chen Mo's voice suddenly came from the communication channel.
Everyone looked up.
" Loki, you're in such a state you can't even finish a press conference. You want to start a war? You should worry about whether you can even get on the transport vehicle first."
Loki's face darkened.
"It's you again, you lurking worm in the shadows."
"Don't say that, I was the director who provided off-site guidance throughout the entire process."
Chen Mo picked up a piece of popcorn and said slowly, "And don't worry, I've already arranged your next stop."
A sense of foreboding suddenly rose in Loki's heart.
Where?
"Seeing an old friend."
Chen Mo smiled.
He's been looking for you lately.
S.H.I.E.L.D.. command center.
Fury stood in front of the huge satellite screen, staring intently at the energy curve that had suddenly dropped to zero.
"Continue tracking."
Hill quickly retrieved all the data. "We've ruled out satellite malfunction, armor interference, and external energy surges; the energy source appears to have been cut off directly from the inside."
"Have you found the location?"
"No."
Fury didn't speak.
Technicians retrieved records from satellites, radar, and the Magic Band, but found nothing unusual.
Even the traces of that power are gradually disappearing.
This is not an ordinary shielding technology.
It's more like someone erased the relevant information from reality.
Fury clenched his fists, his face growing increasingly dark.
He could guess who did it.
But he had no evidence.
Fury stared at the blank data interface, his single eye slightly narrowed.
Chen Mo.
He memorized that name.
It's not in the file.
It's on another, even more dangerous list.