In the simple base, a black shadow flickered under the moonlight. Every time a trace was revealed, it meant the end of a life.
After a brief panic, the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. took out their secret weapons prepared in advance and attacked the shadow.
There was a roar below, and Coulson was watching from above, clenching his fists.
According to what Thor said and some information provided by Colin, the prepared weapons are capable of causing harm to the devil.
This can be seen from the fact that the opponent did not even dodge before, but now he can avoid attacks.
But what made people despair was that although they had obtained weapons that could make effective attacks, the witch demon moved so fast that they couldn't even aim.
Even if you have weapons, what's the difference if they can't hit the enemy
If this continues, it won’t be long before everyone will be slaughtered by this devil in this playful way of slaughter.
"I need your help, Mr. Blake." Coulson stepped forward and said.
Even though he thought there was little chance that Colin Black would help, and even though all this was caused by Colin.
But now is obviously not the time to worry about these things. Every second of delay will result in someone dying.
He even doubted now whether they could hold out until nearby troops came to support them, or whether the arrival of the army would be enough to reverse the situation
Although it was too late to regret now, he couldn't help but think that even though he and the director had taken these devils seriously enough, they still underestimated them in the end.
"Um, you talking to me?"
At the simple guardrail on the second floor, he turned his head while concentrating on observing Wu Xinmo's killing method.
He had some guesses about his own strength, but he had not really experienced many battles, and most of them were just guesses on paper. It was still unknown what his actual strength would be like in a real fight.
And now, Wu Xinmo's behavior has provided him with a sample.
Although he is not as fancy as Wu Xinmo who can turn his body into smoke and run to another place in a flash to deceive people.
But with his current physical fitness, a hundred meters distance is only about two to three seconds. If he runs at full speed and has the ability to sense danger in advance, it is not difficult for him to achieve the following fighting method.
Looking at it this way, he seemed to underestimate himself.
That’s not right either!
He rejected the idea in his heart.
This is true in areas with limited range, but once you move to an open area, you will still die after being bombarded by a saturation bombardment of various missiles and artillery shells.
But seriously speaking, in this kind of battle, if there is no strong man of the same level to stop him, even if the enemy has weapons that are enough to threaten him, he doesn't seem to need to worry too much.
"Yes, I hope you can help us, you can also ask for it."
Seeing that Colin didn't seem to be paying attention to this, Coulson became furious, but he didn't show it on his face. He also bluntly suggested that Colin make a request and took the initiative to offer him the opportunity to blackmail him.
There is nothing we can do about this.
Under normal circumstances, he would have a million words to say to Colin slowly, but now, every second of delay could result in more casualties among his colleagues, so naturally he would let Colin drive this devil away first, and the rest could be considered later.
Coulson was waiting for a response. Colin turned his head to look at Coulson and Thor who was following behind him, and said indifferently: "I don't have anything I want to ask of you, so I reject your request."
Coulson clenched his fists as he listened, and was about to persuade him again.
At this time, Thor, who was standing behind him, spoke with a disappointed look on his face.
"Hey, man, I had a good impression of you at first, but now you really make me feel bad. Even if you have any conflicts, you should wait until later to resolve them instead of watching the devil slaughter your own kind here!"
He pointed downwards, and Colin glanced at it and replied calmly, "That makes sense. I originally came here with the intention of fighting the devil together, but you should have heard it at the time. They took the initiative to say that they would not fight the devil for me..."
"If you're still concerned about that, I can tell you now..."
Coulson suddenly interrupted, and Colin glanced at him, exuding an oppressive force, "Listen to me."
Coulson shut his mouth and stopped talking. He didn't look at Coulson's gloomy face, staring down at him. He said to Thor, whose expression was a little stiff, "That devil is my enemy. Because I stole something he wanted, he came over and tried to kill me to take it back."
"SHIELD, that is, the people around you are also my enemies, so they also want to kill me."
"The reason why they didn't attack me is because I have something that makes them afraid enough."
"And now, one of my enemies is trying to kill another group of my enemies, and you asked me to save them, but after saving them, you will find a way to kill my enemies. What position makes you say these words!"
Colin's eyes were sharp, and he looked straight into Thor's eyes.
Thor's face turned red after hearing these words. He opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.
After a while, looking at the agents being slaughtered below, he gritted his teeth, turned around and ran downwards.
"What are you going to do?" Colin asked, reaching out and grabbing Thor's wrist.
He always felt that this tough guy with a brain full of muscles was going to do something beyond his expectations.
“I have no right to ask you to fight for your enemies.” Thor, who struggled to break free but failed, said in a powerful tone: “But I am Thor Odinson! Son of Odin! Even though I was banished by my father, I still have the responsibility to fight for my people instead of just standing here and watching the devil wreak havoc in front of my eyes!”
"Are they also your people?" Colin glanced down.
"Of course!" Thor said without any hesitation, in a matter-of-fact tone: "Midgard is a vassal state of Asgard, so it is naturally my people."
"But you are no longer Thor now. You will die if you go down." Colin reminded.
"There are no cowards among the sons of Odin!"
Thor answered with his eyes wide open and rushed downwards again.
Colin quickly grabbed him again, rubbing his brows and saying frankly, "Although the chances are slim, to be honest I'm still a little afraid that if you die accidentally, your father will be angry with me. How about this, I'll fight for you, but in return, you also owe me a favor and need to do something for me."
"Of course, I assure you that this matter will never touch your moral bottom line, nor will it harm the interests of Asgard. Otherwise, you can refuse. How about that?"
(End of this chapter)