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Chapter 61 Catching the Strong Man

In the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

"Director, the two superpowered warriors you are referring to, are they the two mentally ill patients?"

Coulson asked cautiously, he was familiar with this route as he was the one who ambushed the handsome man in a suit on this road before.

At that time, he still felt sorry for the man, who was so handsome and young, how could he become mentally ill.

"Yes, is there any problem? The two princes of Asgard are brave and good at fighting. There is a war going on right now. Isn't it a good idea to let them join the battle?"

What's the problem? It's a big problem!

When Coulson heard this, the expression on his face instantly became complicated. He looked at Xia Ling in disbelief, trying to find a hint of a joke in the other's eyes, but it was obvious that he was serious.

"Director, are you telling the truth? They are really the princes of Asgard, and... we have to let them participate in the war. Are you under too much pressure at work?"

Coulson looked at his boss with some worry, wondering if he was lacking energy due to the nightly partying.

As for work reasons? It was impossible, because he was in charge of the director's daily work. Except for a few particularly important matters, he never intervened.

"Of course, I never tell lies!"

That's not what you said before!

"Yes, you are right."

As a seasoned veteran in the workplace, Coulson would never contradict his boss.

Whatever your boss says is what it is. If your boss says go east and you insist on going west, then you are deliberately trying to make things difficult for yourself.

What's more, the salary was really not low. Coulson felt that if he was fired, he would not be able to find a job with the same salary.

"You believe it with your mouth, but in your heart you still despise it."

"Director, I."

Coulson couldn't continue speaking. He really didn't believe it. After all, the former mentally ill man suddenly became a prince of a country and a god. Who would believe this?

Especially one of the "gods", who was actually knocked over by him with a crowbar. Which god is so weak? Can such a weak god be called a god?
"Okay, I'll prove it to you right now. It just so happens that I can contact Odin, so I'll show you the reality of the world."

Xia Ling patted Coulson on the shoulder and shouted toward the window, "Odin, I know you are watching. If you heard what I said, then you know that the war is about to begin.

Ask Heimdall to bring Thor and Loki's robes over. They will then show their skills on the battlefield."

After Xia Ling finished speaking, he snapped his fingers, and then a dazzling beam of light came flying over, broke through the window, and landed in front of the two of them.

The beam of light did not last long and soon dissipated.

After it dissipated, two battle robes appeared, one red and the other a frighteningly green one.

"Very good, Coulson, did you see that? Odin asked Heimdall to deliver Thor and Loki's robes."

Xia Ling pointed at the two battle robes on the ground, motioning his subordinate to take a look, but getting no response, he turned around and took a look.

Coulson's eyes widened and his mouth slightly opened, as if he could swallow an egg.

He stared in disbelief at the two battle robes that suddenly appeared before him. The bright red and strange green looked particularly dazzling under the dim office light, as if they carried power and majesty from another world.

"How is this possible?"

Coulson's voice trembled. He reached out and gently touched the red battle robe. The texture he felt at his fingertips was real, not an illusion.

"Is this really the robes of Thor and Loki? Could it be that they are really the princes of Asgard?" "Hey, Coulson, look at your useless look. As my trusted subordinate, you should behave yourself. Odin just sent a courier, and you are so scared.

If Odin appeared in front of you one day and became your colleague, you would be so scared that you would pee your pants. "

Coulson was an elite agent after all, and he came to his senses immediately. At this moment, the alarm sounded, a lot of footsteps were heard, and then a large group of agents appeared in front of the two of them.

"Chief, are you okay?"

The agents looked at the broken window in shock, their hearts shaken, and they immediately protected Xia Ling in the middle.

This is the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D., and someone actually came to attack us. Although the director was not injured, the situation is extremely bad.

"Captain, let us escort you."

"Okay, you don't have to worry about this. Take these two robes and put them in the rooms of the two special prisoners."

Xia Ling interrupted the agents' nervous proposals and gave the order directly and straightforwardly.

The agents looked at each other, and although they were full of doubts, they quickly carried out the order. They carefully picked up the battle robes on the ground, as if they were holding precious cultural relics, fearing any mistakes.

One of the agents asked, "Director, do we need to place additional surveillance or restraints on those two special prisoners?"

"No need, just leave the robe there, we'll be there soon."

As Xia Ling's order was given, the agents moved quickly, carrying their battle robes to the special room where Thor and Loki were placed.

"Director, you were joking just now."

Coulson asked tentatively. This scene just now really shattered his three views.

Even when he led his subordinates to meet Master Ancient One and saw the magic of Dagon's Church, it was not like today.

The boss of his own company just shouted to Odin in the void, and others actually did what he said.

"Do you think I'm joking?"

"Uh"

Coulson laughed brightly, knowing that he had asked a question that might seem stupid.

"Come on, Coulson, let's go convince them to join this war."

Thor looked at the ceiling dejectedly, turning a deaf ear to whatever Loki said beside him.

He could no longer distinguish what was reality and what was illusion.

He no longer knew whether he was Thor or not. The past years seemed like a dream.

Thor didn't want to think anymore, it was better to just be in isolation.

Just then, the door of the room was slowly pushed open, and a group of agents walked in, took out two familiar things, and then quickly walked out.

"Mortal, how come you have the battle robe of the Asgardian prince?"

Loki next to him roared, and Thor immediately remembered what that thing was. Wasn't that the thing he used to wear when he fought in Asgard? How did it get here?
No, it's meaningless now, nothing makes sense anymore.

"Thor, it's time for you to face reality."

A voice was heard, and two men walked in, one of them had a half-smile on his face.

(End of this chapter)