"You said you're from Asgard?"
Agent Sylvitt sat in front of Saul, who had just woken up from a coma. The Kryptonian's fists were very hard, at least harder than most aliens Saul had ever seen. Saul himself was in a weak state, and the result of this fat beating was that the Alien Prince fell to the ground and slept for four hours.
His companions did not escape the fate of being hunted down, but S.H.I.E.L.D. respected intellectuals, so Ms. Jane was placed in a small cubicle next to the base and watched over by several female agents. During this time, Jane's colleagues were also "invited" to the base. Seeing the heavily armed soldiers and agents around her, even the heartless crazy girl Daisy could only sit obediently in a chair, not daring to say too much.
"Who are you?"
Saul was still a little dizzy. Sleeping naturally and being knocked unconscious were two different experiences. At least now, Saul's neck was still twitching in pain, and his hands were cuffed with special handcuffs. Even with his Asgardian physique, he could not break free.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent Sylvitt," the bald agent said politely.
The bald agent said politely, "You've claimed to be the prince of Asgard more than once, Thor, the legendary God of Thunder?"
"I am Saul!"
The Alien Prince was very upset about being tied up again. He waved the handcuffs in his hand and said loudly, "Even if I am exiled, I should not be treated like this! I repeat, are the people of Midgard barbarians? Is this how you treat a noble from the divine realm? "
"For the sake of the 17 agents you have knocked down, I think we are already treating you well!"
Agent Barton, who was standing next to Sylvitt, responded coldly.
"The slightest of them needed to lie in the hospital for two months. I also want to know, in your Asgardian culture, is this what the nobles say and do?"
"That's because you robbed me! Midgard! "
Saul shouted without fear. "You tried to take Mjolnir for yourself. That belongs to me! Taking someone else's things without telling the original owner, what is this behavior called in Midgard culture? Isn't it a thief? "
"Enough! This kind of quarrel is meaningless! "
A golden portal opened in the camp, and Strange and former SHIELD agent Phil Coulson strode in. He loudly stopped the quarrel between Saul and the agents. He looked at Saul and said in a low voice:
"If you think you can use this test to verify your identity! Saul, on behalf of Kamar-Taj, I give you this opportunity! "
"And who are you?"
Saul frowned as he looked at the disappearing magic circle behind Strange. "Since when did Midgard have someone like you, a magician?" he whispered. Or are you saying that you are the disciple of that rude and unreasonable Sorcerer Supreme? "
"Didn't your father teach you to be in awe of great power?"
Strange glanced at Saul and then turned to Sylvitt. "Untie him and take him to Mjolnir!"
"But Mage, this person is very dangerous! We can't be sure of his identity. "
The bald agent glanced at Coulson behind Doctor Strange and said with some hesitation, "He has obviously undergone the best combat training. I suspect that he has also undergone some kind of special alien experiment. His strength is three times that of a normal person, his physique is super strong, and his bone density is seven times that of us. Even his blood composition is different from that of the people on Earth!"
"But even so, he is still far from the data of the Kryptonian warriors, isn't he? Compared to the Kryptonians, this Asgardian is no threat. "
Coulson pushed up his glasses and glanced at the Kryptonian warrior beside Sylvitt. He whispered:
"Sylvitt, I'm here on behalf of another force. You should know very well who gave you the information about Warhammer. This is the goodwill of the Devil's Gang, and we can guarantee that there won't be any problems with this attempt. I think you also want to find out the identity of this person. As he said, if he is a noble alien prince, then your attitude towards him will have to change greatly. "
The bald agent had a headache. As Coulson said, there was indeed a big difference between the treatment of ordinary aliens and extraterrestrial princes. At the very least, they could not torture a prince to extract a confession.
Furthermore, Fury had warned him not to have any conflicts with the Devil's Gang unless it was absolutely necessary. Therefore, after pondering for a moment, he decided to follow Strange's instructions.
"Then, if you say you are Saul, prove it to us!"
Sylvette stepped forward and unlocked Saul's handcuffs. Saul snorted and rubbed his wrists. He turned his gaze to the silent Kryptonian warrior Hubert in the corner and said loudly, "What are you doing?
He shouted, "Man, your fist is very powerful! When I get my power back, I want to compete with you again! You will be a good opponent! "
Hubert, a warrior who was frantically learning about Earth's civilization, held a special encyclopedia in his hands. He read it while speaking without raising his head.
"Anytime!"
Saul strode out of the lounge under the guidance of Agent Barton. When he saw Jane, Daisy, and Eric in the next room, Saul's expression became unfriendly again.
"How dare you treat my friends like this! They have nothing to do with this! Let them go! "
Agent Silvitt and Agent Barton looked at each other, and the latter nodded. Barton stepped forward and unlocked the door. Jane was the first to walk out of the room. She grabbed Saul's shoulder and looked at the people around her in horror. She asked in a low voice, "What's going on?
"Saul, they didn't mistreat you, did they?"
"No, don't worry! Jane, they are no match for me! "
Saul noticed the undisguised worry on Jane's face, which made the troubled prince feel a lot better. He patted Jane's shoulder gently and said in her ear, "Take Eric and Eric back with you.
"Take Eric and Daisy back there first. After I prove my identity, I'll go find you!"
"Okay."
Jane looked at Saul, who left with the agents, while Daisy shouted at the agents around her, "Give us back our instruments and data, you bandits! This is related to my 6 credits! "
Dr. Eric was mature and prudent. He had heard of SHIELD's style of doing things. He patted the two girls on the shoulder and whispered, "Let's go.
We can't be a burden to Saul. Let's get out of here first. "
On the other side, Strange summoned the mages stationed in the New York Sanctum. Seven mages set up an energy defense circle around Mjolnir to prevent the power radiated from harming the surrounding ordinary people when this warhammer was activated. For a divine artifact, such an arrangement was very necessary. A large part of the ancient legends were exaggerated descriptions by the predecessors, but only in the aspect of divine artifacts, their records were still quite accurate.
According to Kamar-Taj's records, when Mjolnir was wielded by Odin, the lightning summoned could easily drown a city and turn any creature in it into dust. This kind of power had to be guarded against.
"Okay."
Strange inserted the last magic gem into the ground. He clapped his hands and said to Saul:
"Go, Your Highness, let us see your majesty."
There was a hint of mockery in his voice, but Saul didn't take it to heart. He just looked at the Warhammer in front of him in silence. He had wielded it countless times and smashed the heads of countless creatures with it, but now, in this strange world, he needed to use his own weapon to prove his identity.
This dilemma made Saul think. If the glorious title of Mjolnir was stripped away, if he was not the noble prince of Asgard, if he was just an ordinary person, would all of this still happen? And when he was a prince, what kind of threat would the things he did in the heat of the moment pose to ordinary people?
People will only reflect on themselves when they are in trouble, only when they hit their heads and bleed. Even the gods in the legends are not exempt from this.
Under the gaze of the representatives from SHIELD and Devil's Gang, Saul stepped forward. He took a deep breath, reached out, and held the handle of the warhammer. At this moment, Dr. Fitz, who had been monitoring energy fluctuations, said loudly, "What is this?
"The energy fluctuations are intensifying. Pay attention to the sky, dark clouds are appearing! Detect the density of the atmosphere! Quick! "
"The energy fluctuations are still intensifying! Damn it! This is not scientific at all! "
Saul felt the cold sensation in his palm. This was the same feeling he felt when he held the warhammer countless times in the past. He lifted the warhammer up, just like he had done countless times in the past. But this time, the warhammer did not move at all.
Even if a yellow flash flashed on the surface of the Warhammer, even if the power of Mjolnir was entrenched in the sky, forming a visible storm of dark clouds, it still … did not move.
"No! It shouldn't be like this! "
Saul muttered to himself and put his other hand on the handle of the Warhammer. He desperately tried to pull it up, but this time, he also failed.
He knelt on the spot in a daze. He looked at the Warhammer in front of him. The cold metal penetrated his heart. This Warhammer was the only way for him to prove his identity and the only way for him to return to Asgard. Now, this door was closed.
"Ahhh! No!! "
He roared at the sky, his voice full of despair and loss. At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky did not disperse, and a torrential rain fell in an instant, drenching everyone present.
Saul's roar in the rain was full of desolation and loss, and Agent Barton could not help but say:
"Oh, now I'm starting to believe his words, but he failed. He's not Saul."
"In fact, he is!"
A glimmer of light flashed in Doctor Strange's eyes. The agent behind him held an umbrella for him, but he declined.
"Other than him, no one can make Mjolnir behave like this. The energy fluctuations just now were so obvious. I'm sure he's Saul. But now, he can't lift this Warhammer, but this doesn't change his identity. He's a real alien prince."
The flames on Coulson's body were released and retracted, and his wet clothes were dried in an instant. He leisurely faced Agent Sylvitt and said:
"It seems that you'll have to prepare an apology gift for the prince in distress."
After Saul failed, he fell into a terrible state of self-denial. He allowed the agents to lift his arms and drag him back to the lounge. The others did not stay in the rain for too long, but the most unexpected visitors always came at the most unexpected moment. When everyone returned to the base and the whole base was quiet, even Strange, who was most sensitive to energy fluctuations, did not notice, a figure appeared outside the base.
He wore a form-fitting suit and held a blue cane in his hand. He stretched out his hand to adjust the scarf on both sides of his clothes and walked forward in the rain. The raindrops passed through his body, not causing the slightest bit of trouble for this elegant person. Those loyal agents and soldiers acted as if they didn't see him at all, allowing him to walk leisurely into the deepest part of the base.
He stood in front of Mjolnir and looked at the black Warhammer. Finally, he reached out and held the handle of the Warhammer.
"Do you feel it? Can you read the divine words that your nominal father engraved on this weapon? Do you need me to read it for you? "
Loki, you are so naive and cute. He will never tell you this kind of core secret because he doesn't trust you. You and I both know why … Loki, you are just a poor child who lives in a lie. You want to imitate Saul, but you can never be him! "
"Shut up!"
The god of lies and trickery gritted his teeth and spat out two words. The voice did not seem angry. On the contrary, there was a hint of joy in it.
"Your anger is only the pain of your incompetence. They used lies to you. Do you still want to treat them with sincerity? Are you willing to be an obedient child, or a real deceiver? "
A yellow light flowed on the surface of the Warhammer. Loki's strength was not worth mentioning compared to Odin's, but just as he tried to erase the divine words, a wave of power rushed into his body. The divine words were instantly erased by one-third, as if they had never appeared.
"Well done. This is what a deceiver should look like …"
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