It's funny, a few days ago, a hammer fell from the sky, and Saitama was urgently summoned by S.H.I.E.L.D. to take care of the hammer here.

However, this hammer is not simple, it is not big, and the hammer head is facing down, the hammer surface is carved with complex lines, the shape is simple and heavy, with an ancient mysterious atmosphere.

It is said that the hammer was discovered by a farmer before S.H.I.E.L.D. discovered it.

Out of curiosity, the farmer tried to pick up the hammer, but with all his strength, the hammer did not move.

After that, this mysterious hammer that suddenly appeared became an "Internet celebrity check-in place", and American folks from all over the country gathered here, lined up one by one, the big ones changed the small ones, the small ones changed the old ones, and even those who drove trucks, and these people began to pull the hammer frantically one by one.

Until S.H.I.E.L.D. arrived here and dispersed the crowd, no one could move the hammer even a bit.

After the people left, some S.H.I.E.L.D. employees didn't believe in evil and began to pull out the hammer frantically, even Coulson tried it himself, and his old face turned red, but no one could pick it up, not even the slightest!

At this time, Saitama moved a chair and sat in a temporary office just a wall away from the hammer, and the simple desk was filled with snacks brought by Coulson.

These are all voluntary tributes from Coulson, and since he knew about the relationship between Saitama and Captain Rogers, this super fan brother of the senior management of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Captain America can't wait to post himself to Saitama.

"Saitama, you try this, it was a specialty snack that I asked a friend to bring from the Oriental country on the other side of the ocean last month, and the locals call it spicy strips!"

Saitama tasted it, and suddenly his eyes widened: "This is exciting!" Delicious! ”

"You try this again, it's also a specialty that my friend brought from the East, called fried black beans, it is said that their locals think that this food is good for men, not only to nourish the body but also to grow hair!"

"Long hair? Really? ”

When Saitama heard this, he immediately put down the spicy strips in his hand, picked up the fried black beans, took out a handful and threw it into his mouth, and chewed it with a bang.

The texture of the fried black beans is crisp with a hint of saltiness, and although the taste is simple, Saitama likes it very much.

"This Coulson is very good." Saitama thought to himself, he now looked at Coulson more and more pleasing to the eye.

At first, when Coulson asked Saitama to help him ask Captain Rogers for an autograph, he refused, but now, not to mention this stack of cards, even if it is another stack, Saitama immediately agreed.

At this moment, Coulson's phone rang, and after he answered it, he said a few words, and said goodbye to Saitama for a while, and he needed to go to the research room.

Not long after Coulson left, a tall, muscular black security guard walked in.

The big man was very polite, and after a brief chat with Saitama, he went outside to patrol, Saitama sat alone in the office, feeling a little bored, Coulson's snacks had been swept away by him, and only some "fried black beans" remained, Saitama felt that this snack had a special strategic value for him, and he had to eat it slowly!

Originally, Saitama wanted to play video games to pass the boring time, but he found that the electronic equipment here was so disturbed that he couldn't use it at all.

The task is boring, Saitama is bored, and I don't know when this mission is a head, Saitama, who is full of food and drink, leans back in the chair and falls asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly there was a commotion in the camp, and at the same time, the walkie-talkie on Saitama's desk suddenly made an unusually harsh noise.

Saitama, who was asleep, was startled by the sudden noise and almost fell off her chair.

"What's going on?" Saitama picked up the walkie-talkie, but he couldn't hear the content of the channel at all, and from time to time there were chaotic shouts mixed with the movement of fighting, Saitama frowned and walked out of the temporary office.

It was raining heavily, and the raindrops the size of beans fell to the ground, and the hammer was already muddy around the hammer, which was not covered by the roof of the shed.

A stout blonde man was desperately trying to pick up the hammer despite the pouring rain hitting him, his hands clenched on the handle of the hammer.

"Hey! What do you do? ”

Saitama still had half a bag of fried black beans in his hand, and he grabbed a handful and shouted with a nonchalant look on his face.

The blonde man was unmoved, still standing there desperately pulling out the hammer.

"Hey! You speak! That's rude! ”

Saitama screamed twice, but the man still didn't answer, pulling out the hammer as if he was stunned.

Saitama was impatient, he put away the fried black beans, clapped his hands and was about to step forward, when suddenly the blonde man gave up the futile effort in his hand and fell to his knees on the mud with weak legs.

"Why? Why! ”

The blonde man threw his head up and shouted, his voice full of disappointment and frustration, disbelief and unwillingness.

Saitama originally wanted to teach this rude guy a lesson, but seeing that the other party suddenly became so depressed, Saitama was a little unbearable.

"So you just want to pick up this hammer?" Saitama asked as he faced the blonde man covered in mud.

The other party didn't speak, just raised his face to look at Saitama.

There was indifference and disdain in his eyes, as if he was a god from above, looking down on mortals, and Saitama felt that he hated this kind of look.

"It's just a hammer."

Saitama pursed her lips, held the handle of the hammer with one hand, and gently lifted it, and the mysterious hammer that countless people could not shake was like a children's toy, and Saitama picked it up effortlessly!

The blonde man froze, and his handsome face was long gone, and there was only an unbelievable look on his face.

"Look, it's very simple." Saitama threw the hammer back again, and after the hammer fell, the muddy water splashed on the blonde man's face, but he still looked shocked and incredulous.

"Nope! No way! How could a mortal be able to afford this Mjolnir! Who are you? Who are you? ”

The blonde man lost control of his emotions and yelled at Saitama.

At this time, Coulson had already surrounded a group of well-trained S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, and several agents flew forward, neatly restrained the unresisting blonde man, and prepared to escort him away.

"Who the hell are you?" At this time, the blonde man shouted unwillingly again.

"I'm a hero of interest!" Saitama replied with a smile on her face.

"Heroes? A hero of interest? ”

The blonde man muttered to himself in amazement, and was eventually escorted away by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

Coulson stepped forward and looked at Saitama with some confusion: "That guy was very powerful just now, he broke into the camp single-handedly, and our people are as easy to deal with as supermarket security guards to him, Saitama, what did you just do?" He seemed to have been hit hard. ”

"Oh, I didn't do anything, I just picked up this hammer." After Saitama finished speaking, he hooked the lanyard at the end of the hammer handle with his toes, and with a slight pick, the hammer turned over a few flowers in mid-air and landed firmly in Saitama's hand.

At this moment, not only Coulson, but all the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents present dropped their jaws in shock.