Steve said nothing more, leaped forward, and slammed his shield into Thor's face.
Bang!
Thor had no time to defend himself; his head snapped back, blood gushing from his nose, and he staggered backward.
Before he could regain his footing, Steve slid close to him, punched him in the ribs with his right fist, and then turned and rammed him in the chest with the edge of his shield.
Click.
Thor clearly heard the sound of bones breaking.
Wow, that was fast!
He stumbled back two steps, his back slamming against the outer wall of the cell, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Why?
The Steve we saw earlier was tough, but he wasn't nearly as strong as he is now. His punching speed and power, as well as the accuracy of his shield strikes, were completely different – it was like he was a different person!
wrong!
It's not that the other party suddenly became stronger.
Thor looked up and saw Steve approaching again through the bloodstains, and instantly understood why.
It's just that this Earthling was acting all along.
Steve didn't give him time to think.
The shield swept horizontally, Thor hurriedly raised his arm to block. The shield struck his forearm, the heavy force causing him to stagger, and Steve followed up by kicking him in the knee.
Under Steve's Stormfront onslaught, Thor collapsed to his knees, struggling to stay upright.
"You've been acting all along! Why?"
He gritted his teeth and looked up, his eyes filled with anger.
Steve said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry, Thor, this wasn't my decision."
"Then get out of the way!"
"No."
Thor roared and unleashed his power, grabbing Steve around the waist and slamming him forward. The two crashed into a metal wall, and just as Thor was about to raise his fist, a sharp pain suddenly shot through the back of his neck.
Natasha has arrived.
She holstered her pistol, wrapped her arm around Thor's neck, locked her legs around his right shoulder, and quickly pressed her body backward.
Thor reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"Let me go!"
Natasha didn't answer; her knee continued to press down on his shoulder joint, twisting it sharply.
Click!
On the other side, Clint also released the bowstring.
The arrow grazed Steve's arm and pierced Thor's left leg. The arrowhead didn't explode, but it immediately opened up upon entering the muscle and became firmly lodged inside.
Thor's body sank, he let out a wail, and knelt on one knee.
Steve raised his shield and slammed it into his jaw.
Thor fell to the ground, Natasha immediately loosened the knuckle lock, rolling to the side. Clint re-nocked an arrow and aimed at Thor's other leg.
The three worked together seamlessly.
Inside the monitoring room.
Tony's smile had vanished.
He glanced at the screen, then turned to look at Chen Mo.
" Chen Mo, if my memory serves me right, just a few minutes ago you said this was a heartwarming program to help lost alien gods rebuild their faith."
" Tony, you're not mistaken."
Chen Mo nodded, confirming Tony's memory.
Tony wasn't happy; he crossed his arms.
"So what's going on now? Is there something wrong with your understanding of warmth?"
"A show always needs some action scenes; everyone loves to watch action scenes."
Tony pointed at the screen. "Action scene? They almost killed the lead actor!"
" Tony, don't make a fuss. It's normal for workplace injuries to occur on action shows."
Fury's one eye was also fixed on Chen Mo.
"You previously asked everyone to go easy on us."
"Yes, but the plans have changed now."
"Why?"
"The director had a sudden inspiration."
Fury paused for two seconds, then reached for the walkie-talkie.
"This can't go on. I have to make them stop."
Chen Mo pressed down on his wrist.
"Don't rush, Nick Fury, it's not time to stop yet."
Tony frowned, carefully observing Chen Mo's expression.
" Chen Mo, what exactly are you planning?"
"I have no idea."
"Whenever you say you don't know, it usually doesn't mean you're unaware of the situation; it means someone is about to suffer."
" Tony, that's prejudice."
"This is based on my experience."
Tony looked back at the monitor and said in a low voice, "One second he's praising acting, the next he's getting beaten to a pulp. Anyone who didn't know better would think you had a grudge against his father and were taking this opportunity to get revenge."
Chen Mo waved his hand.
"I actually have a good relationship with his father, at least for now."
Fury said coldly, "So you're still planning to kill his son?"
"Of course not."
Chen Mo picked up the scoreboard and added two points to Steve.
"But the foreign aid is arriving soon, we need to hurry."
Outside the cell, Thor had lost the ability to fight back.
Clint's second arrow pierced his shoulder, and Natasha wrapped his left arm with a steel cable. Steve seized the opportunity and kicked Thor in the chest, sending him sliding several meters along the ground.
Thor stopped in front of the cell door, and soon a pool of blood appeared beneath him. The blood flowed into the cell and down to Loki's feet.
Loki stood behind the transparent wall, his fingers slowly clenching.
He didn't want to speak at first.
Thor is always like this, thinking he can solve all problems and never listening to his advice. Even if he suffers, it's what this fool deserves.
Besides, he was the one who was locked up.
Loki had already planned how he would mock his powerless brother after Thor rescued him.
But the current situation is not right.
These Earthlings show no sign of stopping; do they really dare to kill Thor?
How is that possible?
Steve walked up to Thor and looked down at him.
"It's over."
Thor braced himself against the ground and tried twice, but couldn't stand up. His broken ribs made it hard for him to breathe, and he had lost all feeling in his arms.
But he still moved forward a little.
Just as Steve was about to back away, Thor suddenly reached out and gripped his boots tightly.
Give Loki back to me...
Steve looked down at Thor, who was covered in blood, and didn't move for a moment.
"..."
"Please, I'm his brother."
Thor was breathing heavily, his voice already very weak.
"Even if he makes a mistake, just come to me."
Inside the cell, Loki's expression completely changed.
He wanted Thor to lose his throne and wanted everyone to admit that he was more suitable to be king Thor. He came to Earth originally to see Thor's miserable state after losing everything.
But he never intended for Thor to die!
Well, maybe a little, but Loki also doubted whether he could actually bring himself to do it.
He never imagined that Thor would die on Earth to save him.
Steve looked at Thor, hesitant. Natasha and Clinton exchanged glances, unsure whether to wait for new orders from Chen Mo or Fury.
Loki could no longer tolerate this; these Earthlings were actually considering taking action?!
He lunged at the transparent wall and slammed his hands down on it.
Bang!
The Ancient One suppressed all of Loki's power, and the bulletproof glass remained unaffected. Loki, however, seemed oblivious, raising his fist and slamming it down again.
His eyes were red-rimmed, and his face was no longer composed at all.
"Stop..."
No one responded from outside.
Loki smashed the glass with all his might, and the back of his hand quickly cracked, blood flowing down between his fingers.
He stared intently at Steve, his face contorted, and finally let out a shrill roar.
"I told you damned insects to stop right now!"