Coulson stood in the control room on the second floor of the temporary laboratory base as if he was in charge of the overall situation, looking down at a series of detailed operations being carried out around the hammer.
Suddenly, as if there was an invasion by foreign enemies, the alarm of the temporary base rang out rapidly and loudly through the night sky.
Enemy attack!
Chapter 314 Give Me a Face
Thunder and lightning flashed in the wilderness, the night sky was covered with dark clouds, and as the cold wind blew, heavy rain suddenly began to fall.
The alarm sounded at the temporary base, and the armed personnel stationed there took action.
Coulson frowned, took out his communicator and dialed the line to the monitoring room, asking in a deep voice, "What happened?"
The person in charge on the other end of the communicator immediately responded, "Sir. We just discovered that a hole was broken into the corner of the protective net on the south side of the base that had not yet been powered on. A strong blond man over 1.8 meters tall broke into the temporary base and knocked out two guards on duty. He is heading towards the research room in the center of the base."
Coulson's face was calm, and he said in a cold voice: "I understand. Let the guards continue to maintain patrol order, and let the SHIELD agents deal with the intruders."
"yes!"
After hanging up the call, Coulson continued to dial the private personal line, and soon an indifferent and magnetic male voice answered: "I'm here."
"The items in this makeshift laboratory are very important, so you'd better play it safe," Coulson informed.
"OK."
The other side of the communication.
In the warehouse on the first floor of the temporary base, a black-haired agent in a secret agent uniform opened the door of the armory, and his eagle-like cold eyes wandered over a row of iron shelves displaying various types of firearms.
The black-haired agent picked up a modern sniper rifle, weighed it, and quickly put it back again. Without hesitation, he took away the special compound bow in the top row, as well as a quiver filled with many exotic arrows.
Then, he quickly rushed out of the armory, went up along the stairs, and after reaching the roof of the third floor, he stretched out his hand and crawled nimbly towards the temporary rooftop frame on the top of the base.
Right now.
Inside the research institute, Thor was running breathlessly in the aisle. When he was about to reach the corner, a burly black agent with a physique as strong as a bear stopped him.
"Mortal, don't block my way!" Thor listened to the thunder outside, looked at the big agent who was half a head taller than him, and threatened with his fists clenched tightly.
Something has happened in the divine realm, and he doesn't want to waste any more time here!
"If you want to get over here, just knock me down." The black agent sneered and clenched his fists as big as sandbags, making a crackling sound from his joints.
There’s no point in talking, just do it!
Thor roared and rushed forward like a reckless man, wrestling with the black agent in close combat with his bare hands.
After a while, the two men fought each other, broke through the wall of the temporary research institute, and fell into the open-air meteorite crater.
Due to heavy rain, the crater has turned into a bumpy quagmire.
Two tall and strong men fell into the fight and were instantly covered in mud. They punched and kicked without any regard for anything, and the fight was difficult to determine for a while.
This scene was naturally and clearly exposed to the eyes of Coulson on the second floor and the black-haired agent who climbed to the rooftop.
The black-haired agent stood alone on the narrow rooftop, pulled out a special steel arrow, put it on the thin string of a special compound bow, aimed with one eye, and pulled down a crescent arc, aiming at the back of Thor's head in the pit.
No matter how close Thor and the black agent were, and no matter how they kept moving and changing positions during the battle, the sharp and cold arrow tip always moved and adjusted with the target.
"I'm in position. Do we need to kill the invaders?" the black-haired agent asked expressionlessly.
Hearing the voice from the communicator, Coulson hesitated for a moment, and seeing that the intruder was about to knock down the black agent, he finally nodded and gave an order: "Kill him."
"learn."
The black-haired agent had a deep gaze and held his breath. He was not affected by the heavy rain, and his hands holding the bow and arrow were as steady as if they were made by a machine.
At the bottom of the pit, Thor knocked the black agent to the ground with a punch, shook his wet hair, and walked tiredly towards the silver hammer in the center of the pit, completely unaware of the deadly danger coming from the side above his head.
"It's over." The black-haired agent muttered in a low voice. Just as he was about to release the string and let the special arrow shoot Thor's head, a hand suddenly came from behind and placed it on the tip of the arrow, pressing it down and deflecting the target.
"Who, who is it?" The black-haired agent shuddered all over and turned around in shock, only to find that a young and handsome silver-haired young man was standing right behind him.
"Using a special bow and arrow... You should be the 'Hawkeye' Clint Barton that Natasha often mentioned, right?"
Kyle smiled, looked down at Thor in the crater, and said in a calm and dignified tone: "The man down there is my friend. Please give me some face and don't shoot him."
"Who the hell are you?" Hawkeye was still in extreme shock. As a shooting expert, what he feared most was being approached by the enemy, especially behind his defenseless back.
But just now, from the moment the newcomer appeared to the moment he took action to stop him, with his highly alert sensitivity, he didn't detect the slightest sign of abnormality.
The opponent seemed to have appeared out of thin air. If he was really an enemy, he would have died countless times just now!
Kyle didn't answer. If he couldn't even guess his identity, it would be a shame for the heroic code name Hawkeye.
"You just mentioned Natasha, silver hair, too young..." Hawkeye was stunned for half a second, then he retracted his bow and arrow, clasped his fists and bowed, and said in awe: "Mr. Kyle."
“You have some good eyesight.” Kyle nodded, asked him to be quiet, and continued to look down at the situation in the pit.
"Is that person here too?"
Coulson was slightly stunned after vaguely hearing the conversation on the communicator. Then his face became serious and his puzzled eyes fell on Thor in the pit. "For him?"
Inside the crater washed by heavy rain.
The mud on Thor's body was gradually washed off, his breathing calmed down, and he walked to the side of the silver hammer and stopped.
With a look of joy on his face, he lowered his body, grasped the hammer handle with his dominant right hand, and wanted to raise it high as he did before.
But no matter how hard he tried, the hammer didn't move at all.
Thor's smile froze on his face, and the air was filled with an awkward atmosphere.
He tried desperately to use both hands and exert all his strength, but the fact that he couldn't lift the hammer did not change.
Thor let go of his hands dejectedly. At this moment, he suddenly understood his current situation.
His father Odin exiled him, Thor's hammer no longer recognized him, all his strength, divine power, honor, and pride were gone, and he was truly worse than a mortal.
"Pah!"
Thor knelt on his knees on the mud next to the hammer, looked up at the long night sky, and like a wounded beast, he let out a heart-wrenching roar in the heavy rain.
"really."
Kyle, who already knew the ending, was not surprised. He patted Hawkeye on the shoulder and said, "Knock him out with anesthetic and lock him up. An astronomer will come to pick him up later, and then we can let him go."
"good."