Vulgar, too vulgar.
After reading the whole story of Thor, in a simple summary, it was the experience of the Prince of Asgarda.
Although Thor looked like he was easy to bully due to his divine power being sealed, in fact, once his life was in danger, the hammer would immediately return to his side and instantly turn back into the Thunder God.
Moreover, the earth was protected by Sorcerer Supreme, and Odin sending Thor to Earth for experience was a foolproof move.
And Loki, the second Prince of Asgard on the surface, was actually the son of the Frost Giant, Laufey.
He had carefully planned for the throne and did not hesitate to harm Thor, but in the end, it was just a futile effort. He had paved the way for his brother.
How could Odin not know what Loki was thinking?
No!
He knew it very well, even from the very beginning, but he chose to wait and see.
Using Loki's hand, not only did he train Thor, but he also killed his old rival, Laufey, and even exposed Loki's identity. It could be said to be three birds with one stone.
But then again, Saul was really lucky.
If Hawkeye didn't stop him and let this simple-minded guy break in, the consequences would be unimaginable.
At that time, either Thunder God returned to his position and the plot was cancelled in advance, or Thor suddenly died, Odin and Frigga would consider giving birth to another one.
No matter which one, it sounded unreliable.
While Lod was lost in his thoughts, Coulson said, "Barton, where is he?"
Hawkeye shrugged: "He was taken away by a professor who studied astronomy."
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Coulson stared at Barton with wide eyes, as if asking him why he let people take that guy away.
Hawkeye sighed and said helplessly: "That professor is very famous and knows many big people. It will be troublesome if he doesn't let go."
"What trouble?"
"We used the name of the FBI to seal this area, so... do you understand what I mean?"
"Uh... I understand."
The two of them looked at each other for a moment and silently looked away. Everything was silent.
Don't ask, asking is the FBI's case.
It seemed that all these years, the reputation of the FBI had been damaged. In the hearts of the people of the US, it was the most annoying organization. It was probably related to S. H. I. E. L. D.'s all-out help.
"Then do you know where they are now?" Coulson rubbed his temples. His intuition told him that this matter might have something to do with that mysterious man.
"He said he's be here to collect data on abnormal thunderstorms." Hawkeye said, then asked with a puzzled face, "But, why are you looking for them?"
Coulson narrowed his eyes and felt that agent's soul was stirring inside his body. "Don't you think that the timing of that man's appearance is a bit too strange?"
Hawkeye frowned and disagreed: "Forgive me for being blunt, although his origin is very strange, what does it have to do with those monsters?"
"It doesn't matter, but..."
Coulson paused for a moment, then turned to look at the forbidden area and muttered, "Maybe he has something to do with that hammer?"
"Indeed, I was careless. I didn't think of this." Hawkeye frowned. He had to admit that what Coulson said was very reasonable.
Although that person looked like a lunatic and was full of nonsense, he couldn't rule out that what he said was true.
Even if this possibility was less than one in ten thousand!
A bold assumption, careful verification, and not letting go of even the slightest clue, this was an excellent agent, who should have professional accomplishments.
Obviously, a rash man like Hawkeye was not qualified enough. No wonder Fury would treat Coulson as a confidant or even the next Bureau Chief of S. H. I. E. L. D..
"Captain Winter Monarch, there is no movement from those hollow in the forbidden area at the moment. Why don't we investigate the root of the mutation first and eliminate them after we understand it? What do you think?" Coulson carefully suggested.
With a cold face, Lod pretended to think for a moment, then nodded and said coldly, "You are right. There must be a reason for the sudden appearance of Adjuchas. In that case, we will investigate it first and then eliminate them."
Lod knew very well what S. H. I. E. L. D. was planning.
He said that he was going to investigate the cause of hollow's mutation for the sake of safety. In fact, he was only thinking about whether or not he could carry out a man-made copying.
Coincidentally, he also thought so!
The two sides had their own ulterior motives, and it depended on who had the best means to be the last to laugh.
...
Old Bridge City.
It was located in the border area of New Mexico. Because it was adjacent to the desert, there were not many people living there. There were probably only a few tens of thousands of people. It was a very small town.
Although it was just a small town, the people's customs were abnormally strong. When passing by, one could see that there were large, round beards on the street, which were comparable to the next Texas.
The car drove into the small town in this remote area. There were only two people in total.
Coulson was in charge of driving, and Lod was sitting in the passenger seat.
Along the way, Coulson held the steering wheel in his hand and stared at the front with full concentration. His brain was on full alert, paying attention to both sides of the street at any time, or the sky and the earth.
Due to the unpleasant experience from the previous two times, Coulson had a serious psychological trauma.
Especially when there was a death god sitting next to him, he had a feeling that the car would suddenly explode in the next second.
Lod felt offended.
After passing through the street and turning a few intersections, the car gradually slowed down and stopped outside a house.
"Hu..."
After arriving at the destination, Coulson's nervous expression clearly relaxed. He smiled and said, "Looks like our luck is pretty good. Nothing happened this time."
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Lod was expressionless, but in reality, he was extremely troubled.
Wasn't it just a few small car accidents? Was there a need to use this kind of relief after surviving a disaster?
"Hello, FBI. Please cooperate with me in my investigation."
He got out of the car, pushed the door open, and showed his certificate. Coulson's movements were smooth and full of confident. The degree of proficiency was amazing. One could tell that he had done a lot of things on weekdays.
To be honest, if the FBI were to let the angry people rush in one day, S. H. I. E. L. D. would definitely play a part in it.
Inside the house.
The sudden intrusion of Coulson made the two brown-haired girls stunned. There was also a white old man holding a coffee cup with black lines all over his face.
There was also the strong man with blond hair and wide shoulders. Made people think that he was intelligent. His upper body was bare, and his mouth was stuffed with a sandwich. He stared blankly at Coulson and Lod.