Thunder and lightning flashed in the wilderness, the night sky was covered with dark clouds, and as soon as the cold wind blew, the heavy rain suddenly began to fall.

The sirens sounded at the temporary base, and the armed personnel stationed there moved when they heard the sound.

Coulson frowned, took out the communicator and dialed it, and asked in a deep voice connected to the surveillance room: "What's going on?" ”

The person in charge on the other end of the communicator immediately replied, "Sir." We just discovered that the protective net on the south side of the base that had not had time to be energized had been broken in the corner, and a strong blonde man in his early eights of 1.8 meters forcibly invaded the temporary base, and knocked out two guards on duty, and was heading to the research room in the center of the base. ”

Coulson's face was calm, and he said in a cold voice: "I know, let the guards continue to maintain order on patrol, and leave it to S.H.I.E.L.D. agents to deal with the intruders." ”

"Yes!"

After hanging up the communication, Coulson continued to dial into a private personal connection, and soon an indifferent male voice answered: "I'm here." ”

"The items in this makeshift research room are very important, so you better be on the safe side." Coulson informed.

"Okay."

The other side of the communication.

In the warehouse on the first floor of the temporary base, a black-haired agent in an agent uniform opened the door of the weapons depot, and his eagle-like 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 placed it back again, without hesitation, taking the top row of characteristic compound bows, as well as a quiver containing many strange arrows.

Then, he quickly rushed out of the arsenal, up the stairway, and when he reached the top of the third floor, he reached out and crawled vigorously towards the temporary roof of the base dome.

At this moment.

Inside the Institute, Thor was panting down the aisle, and when he reached the corner, he was stopped by a burly, bear-strong black agent.

"Mortals, don't get in my way!" Thor listened to the thunder outside, looked at the big man agent who was half a head taller than him, and clenched his fists tightly and threatened.

There was something wrong in the Divine Domain, and he didn't want to stay here and waste his time anymore!

"If you want to go over, just knock me down." The black agent sneered and squeezed his sandbag-sized fist, making a crisp click of the joints.

It's useless to say, just do it!

Thor let out a low roar, and the reckless man rushed forward, scuffling with the black agent with his bare hands.

Moments later, the two men tangled into each other, smashed through the walls of the makeshift research institute, and tumbled into the open-air crater.

Due to the heavy rainfall, the crater has turned into a cratered quagmire.

The two tall and strong men fell into it, and they were instantly covered in mud, and they fought a little inextricably 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 roof of the dome.

Standing alone on the small rooftop, the black-haired agent pulled out a special steel arrow, placed it on the thin string of the characteristic compound bow, and aimed a crescent arc down with one eye, aiming at the back of Thor's head in the pit.

No matter how close Thor and the Negro agent were, and constantly changing positions during the battle, the sharp and cold tips of the arrows always adjusted to the target's movements.

"I'm in place, do I need to kill the invaders?" The black-haired agent asked with a blank face.

Hearing the voice from the communicator, Coulson pondered for a moment, seeing that the intruder was about to knock the black agent down, and finally nodded his head and gave the order: "Kill." ”

"Understood."

The black-haired agent held his breath with a deep gaze, unaffected by the heavy rain, his hands holding bows and arrows as steady as if they were mechanically made.

Beneath the crater, Thor punched the black agent to the ground, shook off his wet shawl hair, and walked wearily towards the silver hammer in the center of the pit, oblivious to the deadly danger coming from the side overhead.

"It's over." The black-haired agent muttered under his breath, and just as he was about to release the string of the arrow and let the trait arrow explode into Thor's head, a hand rested on the tip of the arrow from behind without warning, and deflected its target downward.

"W-who?" The black-haired agent shuddered and turned back in shock, but at some point, a young and handsome silver-haired young man stood right behind him.

"Use a special bow and arrow...... You must be the 'Hawkeye' Clint Barton that Natasha often talks about, right? ”

Kyle smiled, looked down at Thor inside the crater, and said in a flat and majestic tone, "The one down there is my friend, give me a face, don't shoot him." ”

"Who are you sacred?" Hawkeye is still in extreme shock, as a master of shooting, the most fearful thing is to be touched by the enemy, especially the undefended back.

But just now, from the moment the comer appeared to the moment before he stopped it, with his highly vigilant acuity, he couldn't detect the slightest trace of anomalies.

The other party seemed to appear out of thin air, if it was really an enemy, he didn't know how many times he had died just now!

Kyle didn't answer, and if he couldn't even guess his identity, it would be a shame for Hawkeye, the heroic codename.

"You mentioned Natasha, silver-haired, too young......" Hawkeye was stunned for half a second, then reflexively withdrew his bow and arrows, clenched his fists and bowed, and said with awe, "Mr. Kyle." ”

"Pretty much eyesight." Kyle nodded, telling him to be quiet, and continued to look down at the inside of the pit.

"Is that one here too?"

Vaguely hearing the conversation on the other side of the communicator, Coulson was slightly stunned, and then his face was serious and serious, and his puzzled gaze also fell on Thor in the pit, "For him?" ”

Inside a crater washed by heavy rain.

The sludge from Thor's body gradually washed away, calmed down, and stopped next to the silver hammer.

With joy on his face, he lowered his body and grasped the handle of the hammer with his right hand, intending to raise it high as he had always done.

But no matter how hard you try, the hammer doesn't move.

Thor's smile froze on his face, and the air was filled with an awkward atmosphere.

He used his hands unrelentingly, exerting all his strength, and the fact that he couldn't lift the hammer still hadn't changed.

Thor let go of his hands in a dejected manner, and at this moment, he suddenly understood his current situation.

His father, Odin, banished him, Thorhammer no longer recognized him, and all strength, divine power, honor, and pride no longer existed, and he was really inferior to a mortal.

'Bang Tower! ’

Thor fell on his knees on the dirt beside the hammer and looked up at the night sky like a wounded beast, letting out a heart-rending roar in the pouring rain.

"Sure enough."

Kyle, who already knew the ending, was not surprised, patted Hawkeye on the shoulder and said, "Stun him with anesthetics, lock him up, and an astronomer will pick him up afterwards, just let him go when the time comes." ”

"Okay."

Hawkeye doesn't understand Kyle's intentions, but instinctively obeys orders.

From the moment Kyle appeared here, the supreme authority shifted from Coulson's body.