The hammer-lifting competition held by the locals came to an end in the evening. After all, in the depths of the desert at night, the temperature can reach minus ten degrees. People who like to join in the fun won't joke in this temperature. In short, under the fall of night, the place quickly recovered its original quietness.
In less than two hours, a simple stronghold was erected around the hammer.
As one of the largest defense organizations on earth, SHIELD can mobilize resources, manpower, and material resources beyond imagination. Even on the border of the United States, Agent Sylvitt only needs to make a phone call and the surrounding garrisons will rush over as fast as possible.
Fifteen armored vehicles, plus enough simple building materials, and various research equipment airlifted by aircraft fully reflect the wealth of SHIELD. Although the bald agent has reported that the hammer is almost useless to them, Fury is obviously unwilling to let go of this opportunity to study the legendary artifact. Among the seven scientists who came with the team, there are super geniuses who are currently presiding over several projects in SHIELD.
"I've heard a lot about you, Dr. Ole. Fitz. Your research on the Ultimate Soldier and Venom Armor has greatly strengthened our strength."
Sylvitt reached out with a smile and held the hands of a young-looking guy. The young man was mixed in a group of researchers who were over fifty years old. It was easy to mistake him for a junior who was carrying the bags for these researchers, but in fact, this young man looked very immature. He was at most 24 years old and he was the backbone of these researchers.
Dr. Fitz is the host of SHIELD's three laboratories. Apart from his age, this guy is an out-and-out super genius. He has more than six doctorates and a lot of master's degrees. He is a master of experimental physics, astrophysics, microbiology, and mysticism research. Fury personally went out and followed him for two years before he let this super genius join SHIELD.
Now it seems that this is absolutely the right choice.
"Let's cut the crap, Mr. Sylvitt."
Fitz had the anxiety of a young man. He shook hands with Sylvitt perfunctorily, looked around, and took the white rubber gloves from the guard agent beside him:
"Can you take me to see the legendary Mjolnir?"
"Of course, come with me!"
Agent Sylvitt's eyes flashed with a hint of playfulness. He pushed his glasses and led Fitz and the researchers into the simple base.
Mjolnir, the legendary Mjolnir, is placed in the center of this simple base. This thing can't be moved, so the agents can only build a base around it. It looks a bit simple, but to be honest, this is the best SHIELD can do in 2 hours of preparation time.
At the same time, on a sand dune somewhere outside the base, the alien prince Saul was sneakily lying there. He looked left and right, and when he saw the temporary base, a trace of disdain flashed across the warrior's face.
"Your people seem to be using your backward technology to study my Mjolnir …"
Saul said to Jane beside him, "They're not destined to succeed."
Jane shivered in the low temperature of minus ten degrees Celsius. She didn't know why she followed Saul out and why she wanted to carry out such a dangerous activity. But when Saul walked out in the night, she couldn't help but follow him out.
Saul quickly took off his coat and covered Jane with it. He patted her on the shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't worry, Miss Jane, I'm sorry.
"Earth women are delicate. Sif can fight Frost Giants in an environment of minus 30 degrees Celsius. You should eat more meat."
"Bastard, it's not easy for me to maintain my figure!"
Jane casually retorted, but for this sudden concern, the intellectual female scientist's cheeks were a little hot. She hurriedly diverted her attention and looked at the base in the distance with the binoculars that belonged to the crazy girl Daisy. After seeing the marks on the heavily armed soldiers, Jane's expression changed drastically.
"That's SHIELD … Saul, we can't just rush in! They are dangerous. "
"What's a god?"
Thor frowned. Although his divine power had been taken away, his constitution as an Asgardian allowed him to see things at night. He narrowed his eyes and soon saw the symbol of the black and white eagle. He asked in a low voice, "What is it?"
He whispered, "Is this a very powerful organization?"
"It's a security organization, Saul. They specialize in dealing with these mysterious phenomena. I advise you not to rush in directly! There are too many of them! "
Jane grabbed Saul's shoulder and said anxiously, "We have to think of another way!"
"Don't worry, my friend!"
Saul stubbornly took Jane's hand off his shoulder. He looked at Jane seriously, and there was a trace of emotion in his eyes. "You are my first friend in Midgard. After I get Mjolnir, I will tell you everything you want to know … As for those opponents, don't worry. No matter how many sheep there are, they are no match for a lion!"
He leaned over and kissed Jane's face.
"Wait for me here. I will be back soon."
This kiss might just be a parting ceremony for the Asgardians, but for Jane, it came a little too suddenly and made her feel suffocated. By the time she came back to her senses, Saul had already rushed down the hill, knocked down an agent who was caught off guard with one punch, and rushed into the base through a secret passage.
This reckless move naturally could not be hidden from the SHIELD agents. They quickly pulled out their pistols and aimed at the blond burly man who broke into the base. But when the bullets were fired, they could not hit Saul, who was dodging left and right. On the contrary, the agents who tried to rush in close combat were easily subdued and knocked to the ground.
With his Asgardian physique, lightning-fast mental reflexes, and rich combat experience, Saul rushed into the base from the front like a human tank. The agents tried to stop him, but they were knocked down one by one by his fists.
As a prince who had fought in Asgard for nearly a thousand years, Saul had fought all kinds of alien monsters, from the cunning Forest Elf Assassin to the barbaric Frost Behemoth. He was extremely talented in combat. Now that he had lost the protection of his divine power, he could only exert the most original combat power of the Asgardians. But this was also a kind of crushing for the Earth agents in front of him.
Their punches didn't hurt Saul, but Saul's punch could make them lose their combat effectiveness. However, Saul's arrogant personality made him disdainful of taking the lives of these weaklings. Therefore, the agents who fell along the way looked very dangerous, but in fact, they were only disarmed.
Saul swung an iron rod that he picked up and knocked the guns out of the hands of the soldiers in front of him. Then he knocked them to the ground and shouted,
"Don't try to stop the son of Odin! Mortals of Midgard, get out of the way for the great Saul! Or let me knock you down! "
"Restrict his activities! Don't fight him in close combat! "
After the agents lost several people, they immediately changed their battle strategy. Several agents ran out with electric net guns. Saul, who had suffered a great loss before, didn't wait for them to shoot the electric net. He strode over and smashed the iron rod in his hand in all directions. However, with his swift movements, he was able to smash the agents to the ground. He picked up the electric net gun and shot it at the agents while laughing. He watched as the human wall in front of him was destroyed by the overflowing electric current.
"There's no glory in this!"
Saul threw down the electric net gun in his hand and picked up the iron rod again. He did not want to be entangled with these mortals anymore, so he strode to where Mjolnir was.
He could feel that his weapon was summoning him. A weapon like Mjolnir had a weak self-consciousness. It would make corresponding adjustments according to the thoughts of its master. But at this moment, Saul felt that the connection between him and Mjolnir was forcibly suppressed.
He frowned and rushed into the deepest passageway without a word. In an instant, the alarm rang.
"A strong enemy has invaded!"
Agent Sylvitt looked back at the base that was flashing with red warning lights. He pulled out his pistol and stood beside the researchers to protect them. He shouted into the communication channel in his earpiece.
"Agent Barton?"
"I've locked onto him. Do you want to attack?"
Dr. Fitz placed his finger on the Mjolnir inscription in front of him. When Saul approached, a blue flash danced on the surface of the hammer, reflecting many runes. This made the young doctor's eyes shine with interest that was difficult to ignore. He didn't even care about the activities outside. When Agent Sylvette was about to give the final order to attack, Fitz said in a low voice, "Let's go.
"Let him come over, Mr. Sylvitt!"
The bald agent looked back at Dr. Fitz, who pointed to the burly man who was beginning to put on his armor.
"Mr. Hubert, I'll leave that intruder to you!"
The black-haired burly man, who was wearing a very familiar set of black armor, nodded, moved his fists and shoulders, and finally buckled a special chain-like thing on his head. With the sound of mechanical collision, a complete mechanical combat helmet appeared on his head, making him look extremely dangerous. This guy opened his arms and steadily blocked the passage from the inside of the base to where Mjolnir was.
"This is?"
Agent Sylvitt looked at the tall warrior in front of him in surprise. He turned his head to look at Fitz, who refocused his attention on the warhammer in front of him and said casually,
"An employee of the Krypton Security Company. They have just reached a cooperation agreement with SHIELD. Mr. Hubert is a trustworthy warrior, and he will be responsible for testing the threat index of extraterrestrial visitors."
"Okay, Kryptonian."
The bald agent shook his head and whispered in the earpiece, "Agent Barton, maintain observation and wait for orders."
"Roger!"
"Swoosh"
Saul's figure appeared at the end of the passage. He saw his warhammer Mjolnir. Several Midgardians were observing it, and there was only one obstacle left between him and the warhammer that needed to be crossed.
The warrior in black armor, but Saul's expression became serious. He clenched the iron rod in his hand. As a good warrior, he could easily feel the threat from the guy in front of him. This was different from the previous Midgardian agents. He looked more like a creature among the stars.
"Asgard, Saul!"
Saul held the iron rod in both hands and rushed towards the warrior in front of him in a standard warrior's fighting posture. The iron rod was waved in the air, and the strength beyond the limits of human beings made the iron rod roar towards the opponent's head.
"Clang"
Hubert's left arm crossed and easily blocked the iron rod from the armor. The solid weapon was bent into a U shape at this moment, and Hubert's armor was unscathed. Saul's eyes widened, and he subconsciously retreated. But in the next moment, Hubert's moving left hand grabbed Saul's neck like lightning, lifted him into the air, and then slammed him to the ground.
"Boom!"
The stone slab beneath Saul was smashed into smithereens. He felt as if his bones were about to break. His vision darkened, and then he saw a heavy fist wrapped in steel smashing down. He could only block with his arms in front of his body. But in the next moment, the fist slammed into his chest, making it difficult for his severely weakened body to breathe.
One heavy punch after another slammed down, leaving Saul no chance to dodge. Before he completely fainted, he heard the silent warrior introduce himself in a hoarse voice:
"Krypton warrior, Hubert Lawrence."
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