Global Best Actor: Starting with Picking Up Attributes in America

"Anyway, I have Thor's hammer now! Whether I return it or not is entirely up to me!"

"Hahahahaha!"

Christine laughed until tears almost streamed down her face: "Now he's completely dumbfounded! The hammer's in your hands, and he can't get it back!"

Just then, Chen Xun's phone started vibrating incessantly; it was Chris calling.

He answered the phone and put it on speakerphone.

Chris's voice, trembling with tears, immediately came from the other end of the phone:

"Bro! Chen! My dear brother! I was wrong! Spare my life!"

It seems Chris isn't stupid either; he realized what was going on!

"It was a moment of confusion on my part!"

Chris: "Could you hold onto this for me for a bit? I'll come back for it in a few days!"

"custody?"

Chen Xun snorted: "Chris, this is important property of the crew, it's worth a lot of money. I'm practically harboring stolen goods now, aren't I?"

"Don't say that! Aren't we brothers?"

Chris panicked and started trying anything out of desperation:

"Alright, Chen! You can keep the hammer for now! You can play with it for a few days!"

"Consider it a loan for your research! Let you experience the power of Asgard!"

Chris kept increasing his bets:

"Anyway, the production crew already has a spare! Let's just consider this old one as wear and tear!"

"Just imagine how cool it would be to have Thor's hammer at home! Plus, when I visit your place, I can legitimately touch it, which means we'd both keep it together! Perfect!"

Chen Xun was speechless after hearing this absurd logic.

This Australian will say anything to cover up his lie.

If he hadn't discovered it first, who knows how much blame he would have had to bear!

Now Chen Xun has just taken this opportunity to bring Thor's hammer home, and Chris is still the one to blame!

No man can resist having Thor's hammer in his home!

He glanced at Christine beside him; she was trying not to laugh.

Chen Xun paused for a few seconds before speaking slowly into the microphone:

"A few days isn't enough, it needs to be at least a month!"

"Okay! One month it is! I promise I won't tell anyone! This will only be known between the three of us!"

Chris quickly made his promise.

"Alright!"

Chen Xun pretended to reluctantly agree: "Since you're so sincere, I'll help you research it for a month!"

"That's great! Thank you, brother! You saved my life!"

Chris cheered on the other end of the phone, "It's a deal then! I'll get back to you!"

After hanging up the phone, Chen Xun and Christine exchanged a glance and couldn't help but laugh.

"So, we're now taking Thor's hammer back to Beverly Hills?"

Christine found it both absurd and exciting.

"It seems so!"

Chen Xun nodded, glancing towards the trunk: "Hopefully the security guards won't ask me to open the trunk for inspection!"

Christine whistled, "Cool~ Now we have a treasure to guard our house!"

Back to that familiar big house in Beverly Hills.

Chen Xun dragged the heavy suitcase into the living room, as if he had brought back a suitcase full of stolen money.

Christine tossed her backpack onto the sofa and eagerly crowded around her suitcase, her eyes sparkling like a child discovering a new toy.

"Quick, open it and let me see! Let me see some of Asgard's local specialties!"

Helplessly, Chen Xun unzipped his clothes and moved aside, revealing a bulging dark blue sports bag.

He unzipped the sports bag, and several rolled-up jeans and T-shirts came loose, revealing the hard object wrapped in soft fabric inside.

The two exchanged a glance, both somewhat excited.

Chen Xun reached out, pushed aside the clothes that were acting as cushions, and grasped the cold hammer handle.

He used a little force and pulled the hammer out of the bag!

It is the original Thor's hammer.

It gleams under the soft lighting of the living room, its workmanship is extremely exquisite, and it feels heavy and substantial.

The scene of him being casually held in Chen Xun's hands was somewhat surreal.

"Wow..."

Christine gasped and cautiously touched the hammerhead with her finger.

She walked around the hammer once, a sly smile on her face:

"So, we're accomplices now?"

Boom!

A muffled thud.

Chen Xun placed the hammer on the expensive solid wood coffee table in the living room.

Christine picked up the hammer and tried to swing it with one hand, almost dropping it, so she quickly used her other hand to support it.

"Tsk, it's pretty heavy! Chris uses this thing to fight every day, his arm strength is impressive."

A playful impulse struck her. She held the hammer up in front of her, cleared her throat, and mimicked Chris's deep voice from the movies, trying her best to project an air of authority as she looked at Chen Xun:

"Mortals! Kneel! Before your gods!"

Chen Xun was amused by her childish performance, crossed his arms, leaned back on the sofa, and made an exaggerated surrender gesture in perfect cooperation:

"Yes, my goddess, what are your instructions?"

Christine put down the hammer and burst out laughing herself.

She walked up to Chen Xun, put her hands on his shoulders, and her gray-green eyes gleamed with mischief and a strange light.

Christine leaned forward slightly, almost touching him, her voice low and seductive:

"Instructions? Hmm... Now that we have the hammer, how about we try something different?"

Looking at her face so close to his and smelling her fragrance, Chen Xun felt the fatigue from the long journey and the Hammer incident instantly disappear, replaced by a burning heat.

He raised an eyebrow: "How is it special?"

Christine's fingers slid from his shoulder to his chest, tracing light circles, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Like role-playing?"

"You are that fallen thunder god, banished to Midgard and stripped of your divine powers..."

Her finger continued downwards, her tone becoming even more ambiguous:

"And I'm the Earth scientist who discovered you and wants to do something to you?"

This setting surprised Chen Xun for a moment, and then he was both amused and exasperated.

This woman's imagination is as unique as ever!

But it has to be admitted that her words instantly made the atmosphere ambiguous.

"the scientist?"

Chen Xun reached out and put his arm around her waist, pulling her into his embrace, and looked down at her:

"I think she's a witch who came specifically to steal divine power!"

"Say what you want!"

Christine stood on tiptoe, kissed his chin, and then moved upwards, finally stopping at his lips.

When they parted, both of them were breathing rapidly.

Christine took his hand, glanced at Thor's hammer on the coffee table, and said with a smile:

"Bring it along! It adds a touch of atmosphere!"

Chen Xun looked at the hammer and thought this way of playing was really outrageous.

But he really likes it!

Chen Xun obediently picked up the hammer, his other hand being held by Christine, and they stumbled towards the bedroom.

The bedroom door was closed, and Christine's laughing voice could be faintly heard from inside:

"Mr. Thor, you're down on your luck. Your hammer doesn't seem to be obeying your commands anymore?"

"Would you like me, a scientist, to examine you and see where the problem lies?"

........................

Role-playing continued for quite some time.

During the process, the valuable prop hammer was forgotten in a corner for a time, but later Christine somehow caught it in her hand.

Fortunately, it's sturdy enough.

When everything calmed down, only the sound of their intermittent breathing remained in the room.

Sweat soaked the sheets, and Thor's hammer lay askew beside the pillow, looking somewhat innocent.

Christine slumped in Chen Xun's arms, too tired to even move her fingers, but a satisfied smile graced her face as she gently kicked the hammer beside her with her toes.

"Hey... this thing seems to work better than I thought!"

Chen Xun closed his eyes, feeling the fatigue and relaxation in his body. Upon hearing this, he couldn't help but chuckle softly, his chest trembling.

He reached out and moved the hammer further away from the bedside so it wouldn't hurt anyone.

"Chris would probably cry if he knew we were using his wife like this."

"Who cares!"

Christine snuggled closer to him, finding a more comfortable position, and mumbled:

"Since we've already paid the rent, the right to use it belongs to us!"