Inside the S.H.I.E.L.D.. base.
The burly Thor was slowly moving forward, hugging the wall, clutching the map tightly in his hand.
Erin's teachings kept echoing in his mind.
Be aware of the camera.
Listen for footsteps.
Before entering the corner, observe the shadow on the ground.
If you really can't avoid it, pretend to be a food delivery person.
The first three points are all very reasonable.
Thor didn't understand the last point.
After all, he didn't even have a deliveryman's uniform; would the other party believe him?
Thor looked up and quickly spotted a security camera in the corner. He immediately ducked and walked close to the wall beneath it.
In the monitoring room, Tony looked at Thor on the screen and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Why did he think that looking down would allow him to avoid the cameras?
Fury said expressionlessly, "Obviously, he doesn't know what a wide-angle lens is."
"Stop being so picky with the child; at least he knows to hide."
Chen Mo picked up the walkie-talkie, a satisfied smile spreading across his face, "Attention all departments, the actors are in position."
The words had barely left his mouth.
Ugh!
The once quiet corridor was instantly illuminated by red lights, and a piercing alarm blared throughout the entire base.
Thor abruptly stopped in his tracks.
Exposed?
Before he could figure out how the alarm was triggered, he heard a flurry of footsteps coming from around the corner ahead.
"Intruder detected!"
"Seal off the corridor!"
"Don't move, or we'll shoot!"
A dozen heavily armed agents rushed out, raising their rifles and aiming them at Thor.
Thor's expression changed, and he turned and lunged at the metal box next to him.
Gunshots rang out immediately afterward.
Bang bang bang!
Bullets grazed his back, sparking against the wall. Thor ducked behind a metal crate, glancing down at his clothes.
There's an extra bullet hole in the shoulder area.
Almost there.
If he had been even half a step slower, his shoulder would have been punched through.
Thor's breathing grew heavier.
These people really will kill him.
But he couldn't back down; Loki was right in front of him.
Thor drew a pistol from his waist, checked the magazine, and then cautiously peeked out with half his face.
A burst of bullets immediately followed.
He quickly pulled his head back.
Sixteen people.
Thor calculated in a low voice.
He's been practicing with firearms on the streets lately. While his accuracy isn't as good as Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s, at least he won't load the magazine backwards anymore.
For him now, this is already a significant improvement.
Inside the monitoring room.
Tony zoomed in on the weapon Thor was holding, his expression showing some surprise.
Where did he get the gun?
"So fresh."
Chen Mo casually remarked, "Getting a gun in New York is easier than buying a Crispy Shark."
Fury turned to look at him. "Why Crispy Shark?"
"Because I love to eat."
Fury fell silent.
This reason is perfectly reasonable.
In the corridor, the agents continued firing.
The bullets pinned Thor down, preventing him from looking up, but he quickly realized the problem.
The enemy's firing rate was too consistent.
Everyone was firing continuously without changing magazines. Unless their weapons had Infinity ammunition, this round of fire would soon cease.
Sure enough, a few seconds later, the gunfire suddenly became sparse.
"Reload!"
An agent shouted, alerting Thor that they had entered a period of low firepower.
Upon hearing this, Thor immediately rushed out from behind the metal box.
"He's out!"
The shield-wielding agent at the front had just raised his riot shield when Thor rushed in front of him and kicked the center of the shield.
Bang!
The agent deliberately lifted his feet off the ground, flying three meters with his shield, letting out an exceptionally tragic scream.
"Ah!"
He fell to the ground on the left, clutched his chest and convulsed twice, then quietly shifted his position.
That way, they avoided being caught on camera.
Tony witnessed this and covered his eyes in anguish.
"Is this one of your top S.H.I.E.L.D.. agents?"
Fury's face darkened. "He's in charge of intelligence work, not acting."
"No wonder," Tony said, pointing at the screen. "He even kicked the ground twice when he flew out. Come on, Thor just kicked the shield, he didn't press the ejection button."
"At least they're very passionate."
Chen Mo was very satisfied with this. "This is exactly the kind of emotion the audience needs."
In the corridor, Thor had no time to observe the other person's performance.
The other agents have already raised their guns again.
He snatched the shield, held it in front of him, and charged forward through the bullets.
The clanging and banging sounds continued.
The bullet struck the shield, and Thor's arm went numb from the shock. He gritted his teeth and slammed into the crowd.
All three agents were sent flying backwards simultaneously.
One of them lay down and immediately closed his eyes.
The other person couldn't find a spot, so he hugged his stomach and spun around twice before finally lying on his companion's lap.
"You bastard, you're pressing down on me!"
"Bear with it, the director is watching."
The two spoke in hushed tones.
Thor swung his shield, slamming another agent into a corner. Just as he was about to continue, a stun grenade suddenly landed at his feet.
A burst of white light erupted.
Thor's vision went blank, and all he could hear was a sharp buzzing sound.
Two agents seized the opportunity and pounced on him, each grabbing one of his arms.
"Get him under control!"
Thor roared and dragged the two men forward several meters. A third agent rushed at him from the front, but Thor slammed him in the chest, and the agent fell to the ground with his eyes rolling back in his head.
This time, the fall was quite natural, because he was genuinely knocked unconscious.
In the monitoring room, Fury's eye twitched.
"Medical team, prepare."
Chen Mo picked up the walkie-talkie and reminded everyone, "Listen up, everyone else. Although I can stop the bullets for you, I won't intercept them if you offer your chests up to them, so that Thor won't notice anything amiss."
Once Thor regained his sight, he flung aside the two agents holding shields and charged forward.
As soon as an agent stood up, Thor grabbed his combat vest and threw him aside.
The agent paused for two seconds after landing.
The force is wrong.
According to the script, he should fly out.
Thinking of this, he rolled five times, crashed into the wall, and then tragically stretched out his right hand.
"Go and inform the captain immediately..."
The agent, panting heavily, struggled to recall his lines: "He's fatter than we expected!"
The corridor fell silent for a moment.
Thor looked down at his stomach, his expression a mixture of surprise and uncertainty.
The agent's face stiffened.
Oh no, I said the wrong line.
"It's stronger!"
He hurriedly tried to salvage the situation, then his head lolled to the side and he fainted on the spot.
Thor didn't have time to think and continued charging forward.
In the monitoring room, Tony finally couldn't help but burst out laughing.
" Fury, you really should have recorded tonight's operation. Next time you apply for funding, send it directly to the World Security Council; they'll be so impressed they'll voluntarily cut their budget."
Fury stared coldly at Tony, his face darkening again, though no one could tell.
" Tony, don't be so nitpicky. It's normal to make a few small mistakes."
Chen Mo spread his hands. "We can't expect an ordinary agent to be good at gunfights, infiltration, and also win Best Actor on the side. That's 007's job."
A few minutes later.
Thor broke through the last line of defense and arrived at the core prison area, his forehead covered in sweat.
In the corridor behind him, more than a dozen agents lay sprawled on the floor. Some secretly opened their eyes to observe, while others, taking advantage of Thor's inattention, helped their companions adjust the trajectory of the bullets.
Thor gripped the heavy iron door with both hands and pushed it forward with all his might.
The iron gate slowly opened.
He stepped into the prison area, but suddenly stopped.
Outside Loki's cell, three figures had been waiting for some time.
Steve stood at the very front, his head tilted upwards at a four or five-degree angle to the left, holding a shield in his right hand, his expression stern.
Natasha stood on the left, lunging forward, gripping her gun with both hands, the muzzle steadily pointing at Thor.
Clint stood on the right, his compound bow fully drawn, the arrowhead flashing a dangerous blue light.
None of the three spoke.
They had been standing in that pose for a full five minutes to achieve the look Chen Mo had requested.
Clint's right hand was starting to ache.
But the results were indeed quite good.
Compared to the over-the-top acting of those secret agents outside, the sense of oppression emanating from these three people was on a completely different level.
Thor looked towards the cell.
Loki, leaning against the transparent wall, also saw him.
The two brothers stared at each other across their cell walls.
Thor's eyes instantly turned red.
He's come this far; he can't afford to fall.
Even if all he had left were his fists, he had to get Loki out of there.
"Let my brother out!"
Thor clenched his fists and let out a hoarse roar.
Then, he recklessly lunged at Steve was at the very front!