Druid’s Marvel Travels

After arresting the intruder, Dr. Banner continued to study the hammer. He was very interested in the strangeness of the hammer.

Although Coulson was personally responsible for the task of the interrogation, Oaks was the presiding judge.

After all, that's why Nick Fury insisted he come.

However, before entering the interrogation room, Oakes had a chat with Coulson.

"If it wasn't for your judgment, Advisor Oaks, I would instinctively think he was more like a mercenary—

It's just that there is no way to judge where he received the training. "

Coulson's face was not very good-looking. After all, this guy who "behaved like an ordinary person" knocked down all his men.

"After he finally shouted 'Why', he didn't say a word... The whole person seems to be different from before, and his energy and energy have been taken away."

Oakes glanced at the blond man sitting in the interrogation room, he still had a helpless expression:

"If he did speak English, then we can draw a conclusion—

He was extremely surprised by the fact that he couldn't pick up the hammer, which means that he is now... in a state of 'distress'. "

Coulson nodded slightly. Although Mr. Consultant's question almost broke his defense just now, what the other party said was indeed very reasonable:

"Then what advice do you have, Mr.

The torrential rain just now was too strange, and according to the movement of the hammer...

Maybe we should hope he never picks it up. "

"He shouldn't be alone."

Oakes' words changed Coulson's expression:

"what?!"

"Don't you think that a hammer with this ability is just a tool?"

Oakes looked at the thoughtful Coulson and emphasized:

"Hammer... In addition to being a tool, it can also be a weapon."

"You mean that he became like this, maybe it was caused by fighting the enemy?"

Coulson couldn't sit still. If two groups of aliens fought, the nature of the matter would be completely different.

And looking at the power of this hammer, to what extent can it hurt its master's enemy? !

However, after thinking about it for a while, he has some doubts:

"But he doesn't seem to have any injuries?"

"Losing the hammer is the biggest 'injury', an injury that can make his heart ashes."

Oaks shook his head slightly:

"Colson, as a consultant, although I'm only in my name, and I generally don't want you to trouble me...

But this time, I have a feeling we need to tread carefully—

Now, in front of him, our identities are the same, we are all human beings on earth.

If there is really an enemy chasing behind him, or a companion to rescue him...

The way we deal with him is likely to affect the initial communication between the two civilizations. "

Oaks couldn't bear to be careless, he was 10,000% sure that Heimdall's eyes were staring at Thor.

S.H.I.E.L.D. and his performance are in the eyes of this Rainbow Bridge guard, no matter how small or small.

Therefore, he must not only ensure that S.H.I.E.L.D. can't make mistakes, but also ensure that his understanding of Asgard can be fully recovered.

"indeed so."

Coulson took a slow breath:

"Then the next trial..."

"Neither humble nor arrogant."

Oaks knew what Coulson wanted to say, he looked at the latter's somewhat surprised expression, and said solemnly:

"In the east where my father grew up, there is an old saying -

'Don't be flattering when you turn in, and don't be blasphemous when you turn in. ’

It means, when dealing with people who are higher than yourself, don't be humble; when dealing with people who are lower than yourself, don't be arrogant and arrogant...

Now we are facing an alien civilization with unknown details, which can show friendliness, but cannot show weakness. "

"...Incisive Eastern Philosophy."

Coulson nodded silently and smiled:

"Then the interrogation is up to you, Mr. Advisor, and I will keep in touch with the director."

"Well, besides..."

Oaks thought for a while, but still reminded in advance:

"If he has any strange remarks later, remember to keep his face expressionless. I said on TV, it's called a red face and a white face."

"...Although I don't know what red-faced and white-faced means, our agents are the best at this."

…

Surrounded by a mirrored interrogation room, Oaks and Coulson sat opposite the intruder.

"Sir, I think we need to talk openly and openly...about you, and the hammer outside that caused us a lot of trouble."

Oaks folded his hands with a smile on his face:

"To be honest, we have already got some clues... The hammer outside is very special, and as its owner, you shouldn't be just a reckless man who forcibly broke into government facilities like you are now."

"…"

The blond man on the opposite side raised his head, his sapphire eyes were still like stagnant water.

But at least when I heard the phrase "Master of the Hammer", there was a wave in the backwater.

"We have some special means to confirm...

But now you seem to be in trouble. Only by communicating well between us can we solve this common trouble, do you think so? "

"…what do you wish to ask?"

Oaks secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If Saul kept silent, he could only wait for Dr. Selvig to come and lead him:

"Your identity - this is the basis of communication between the two parties, let me introduce myself first."

Oaks spread out his hands and pointed to himself and Coulson:

"The S.H.I.E.L.D. environmental consultant, Ox Lin, a biologist, this is Phil Coulson, the person in charge of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com."

"Saul Odinson."

The blond man was silent for a while, but he still spoke:

"No... Maybe, I'm no longer qualified to have this surname."

"Your surname is unusual."

Oaks and Coulson looked at each other:

"Odinson, son of Odin, if you're not kidding, then this name and surname remind me of the myths and legends of our earth."

Coulson's face became serious:

"Myths and legends? You mean..."

"Nordic mythology, the son of Odin, the father of the gods, Thor, and... his weapon, Thor's hammer 'Mornir'."

Oakes shrugged, ignoring Coulson's desire to be shocked and thinking of his instructions to try to keep his expressionless face, and looked at Sol, whose mouth was slightly raised:

"Is that you, Your Excellency Thor?"

"I thought everyone who heard it would think it was nonsense, at least everyone I met in the past two days thought so."

Sol took a deep look at Oaks:

"So what exactly is this place? I haven't had time to figure out—

You can react so quickly, it seems that this so-called 'myth and legend' is widely circulated, and there are not many planets that meet this condition. "

"Planet."

Oaks pinched his brows and let out a sigh of relief:

"So, how do you prove your identity, Mr. Saul—

You know, that name, in our myths and legends, is the status of a 'god'. "

"I... can't prove it."

Sol was stunned for a while, then lowered his head in pain:

"Besides, we are not gods."