Name?"

"Thor!"

As soon as the pen stopped, Dwalker raised his head to meet the other party's arrogant face, frowned, and continued to ask, "What about the surname?"

The other party looked at him and was silent for a few moments before he reluctantly spat out a word: "Odinson!"

"Alright, Mr. Oldson," Dwalker bowed his head and made a note, "Please introduce ......"

"Call me Thor!"

The sudden scolding startled Dwalker, and he glanced up at the other party dissatisfied, secretly suspecting that this guy had a brain disease.

Originally, having people call themselves by their first name was supposed to be a way to express friendliness.

Among them, there will also be some self-righteous guys who show their arrogance like gifts.

But the performance of the quarrel, Dworkk is the first time to encounter it.

I don't want people to call your surname to find your father and yell at me!

Staring at the other party's tall figure and bulging muscles under his clothes, in the end, Dwalker swallowed back the curse words that came to his mouth very carefully.

"Okay, Thor," Dwalker spat out word by word, holding back his anger, "you now have three minutes to explain your reasons for going to America." ”

Thor didn't speak, looking at the other party coldly.

"There are two minutes and forty-five seconds left," Dwalker put down the pen in his hand, and put his palm on top of the alarm bell, "If you're not ready, you can leave now, don't delay the time of the people behind you." ”

"I'm going to New York!"

Although his attitude was still inflamed, Dworkk picked up a pen and began to write.

The day before yesterday, he just bumped into his boss in the office with a photo of his deceased wife to solve personal problems, and praised the other party casually, "He is a model of a good man".

Although his head had already been hit by an ashtray at the time, who knows if the guy still kept a small account in his heart.

If someone complains at this juncture, the other party will really take this opportunity to let him go.

Therefore, even if the person named Thor on the other side looks like "I am your ancestor who escaped from the cemetery", he has to really show the patience of serving his ancestor and follow the rules.

"The destination is New York, and then?" the other party looked like he didn't want to speak, and Dwalker had to ask patiently, "What are you going to New York for?"

"Go and get back my sealed power!"

"What?"

The writing hand froze in mid-air, and Dwalker looked up with a ridiculous expression, wondering if there was something wrong with his ears.

"Don't be surprised, I am not a mortal, but the god of Asgard, the son of Odin, the god-king. ”

"I have won for Asgard by defeating foreign enemies, but Odin considers it a disaster for the people of Asgard. ”

"He retrieved the hammer that had been given to me as a symbol of kings, sealed my divine power, and made me a mortal like you. ”

"As long as you pass my visa application and let me go to New York and find the Divine Hammer, I can break the seal, get back my lost divine power, and return to Asgard to question Odin and prove that I am right!"

"And you, the mortal life of Midgard, will have the friendship of the Asgardians!"

"Uh......"

Dwalker looked at the arrogant face of the other party, and couldn't understand how he said these words seriously.

To say that the otherworldly people and magicians have appeared, it is not impossible to have gods.

But......

I flipped through the other party's information, and it clearly stated the other party's family situation and life experience.

As for the god-king father named Odin, who was a normal ordinary farmer in Mexico, I don't know if he would be happy or angry if he knew that his son had given him such a prominent status.

"It's an honor to have you guys...... What people value, but I'm just an ordinary reviewer, and I don't give you the authority to let it pass. ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. God, but you don't meet our visa rules. ”

Closing the other party's data record, Dwalker picked up the application form and stamped it with a rejection stamp, and handed the other party's file and application form together: "Please call the next one in when you go out, thank you!"

"You don't believe me?"

Thor didn't take the portfolio, but stepped forward and asked.

He looked dissatisfied, his brows furrowed, and his tall and burly figure brought great oppression to the other party.

"Stop there!"

Dwalker put his hand above the alarm bell: "If you don't want to be asked out in a less dignified way, then you'd better get out on your own!"

Thor stopped, a look of humiliation and exasperation on his face alternately.

He should have made the mocking guy look good, because the smug look on his face reminded him of the brother he didn't like very much.

When Odin reprimanded and even decided to exile him, not only did he not dissuade him, but instead fanned the flames and smug brother on the sidelines.

But he didn't do it, because he was no longer a god, but a mortal without divine power.

Even though the Asgardian's physique and strong fighting skills have brought him far more combat power than ordinary Midgarts, it is still not enough in front of systematic law enforcement agencies.

Being detained once was enough for him to feel humiliated, not to mention that now that he had learned the news of "Thor's Hammer", he couldn't allow his time to be wasted in the slightest.

Thousands of years of life in Asgard made him only know how to solve problems by means of fighting, but in less than half a month after coming to the earth, the experience of encounters made him learn restraint and forbearance.

Viciously pulling the file bag back from the other party's hand, Thor turned away without saying a word.

......

The "Lemon Steak" tavern, despite its remote location, is a favorite of Mexico City's grey and black zone lovers.

It was the local afternoon, and the atmosphere in the tavern had already risen, and the closed doors and dappled lights made the people in the tavern feel that the present of the afternoon was no different from the indulgent night.

"Bang-"

The door to the tavern was kicked open, and a stout Norseman with a file bag in hand strode in.

He looked back and forth, like an enraged brown bear picking out its next torn prey.

After a while, he decided on his goal, walked straight over, and threw the guy with his back to him by the collar.

"You're looking for death!"

The drunken and oil-stained guy who had knocked over a table screamed and got up, pulling a rough revolver from his waist.

"You lied to me!"

Thor, who was pointed at the gun, did not hesitate at all, and immediately smashed the file bag in his hand towards the other party's head.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other party was distracted, Thor stepped forward in two steps, grabbed the opponent's gun-holding hand and twisted it, easily snatched the weapon, and then pulled the opponent's collar and held him up in front of his eyes, the muzzle of the gun pressed tightly on his forehead.

At the same time, the attacker's subordinates in the tavern also reacted, pulling out their weapons one after another, aiming at Thor, who was taking hostages, and loosely surrounding him in the middle of the crowd.

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