Druid's Marvel Travels

Chapter 77 Keep Your Face Dead
After arresting the intruder, Dr. Banner continued to study the hammer, and he was very interested in the abnormality that the hammer erupted.

Although Coulson was in charge of the interrogation, Oakes was the chief interrogator.

After all, that's the fundamental reason Nick Fury insisted he come.

Before entering the interrogation room, however, Oakes spoke with Coulson.

"If it weren't for your judgment from Oakes consultant, I would instinctively think that he is more like a mercenary——

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

Coulson's complexion was not very good. After all, this guy who "acted like an ordinary person" knocked down all his subordinates.

"After he yelled that 'Why' at the end, he didn't say a word... The whole person seems to be a different person from before, and his energy and spirit have been drained."

Oakes glanced at the blond man who was 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, that is to say, he is now...in a 'distressed' state. "

Coulson nodded slightly. Although the consultant's question almost broke his defense just now, what the other party said is indeed very reasonable:
"Then what advice do you have, sir?
The torrential rain just now was too strange, and according to the movement of the hammer...

Maybe we're going to hope he never picks it up. "

"He shouldn't be alone."

Oakes' words made Coulson's complexion change:
"what?!"

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

Oakes looked at the thoughtful Coulson and emphasized:
"A hammer...in addition to being a tool, it can also be a weapon."

"You mean, he became what he is now, possibly due to fighting the enemy?"

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

And looking at the power of this hammer, how far can it hurt the enemy of its owner? !

But he thought about it, and was a little puzzled:
"But he doesn't seem to have any injuries?"

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

Oakes shook his head lightly:
"Colson, as a consultant, although I'm just a name, and generally don't want you to bother me...

But this time, I have the feeling that we need to tread carefully --

Now, in front of him, our identities are the same, we are all earth humans.

If there are enemies chasing after him, or companions to rescue him...

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

Oakes couldn't tolerate being careless, he was [-]% sure that Heimdall's eyes were fixed on Saul.

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

Therefore, he must not only ensure that SHIELD cannot make mistakes, but also ensure that his understanding of Asgard can be recovered.

"indeed so."

Coulson took a slow breath:

"Then the next interrogation..."

"Neither humble nor arrogant."

Oakes knew what Coulson wanted to say, he looked at the latter's surprised expression, and said in a deep voice:

"In the East where my father grew up, there is an old saying of the sages——

'Submit without flattery, submit without profanity. '

It means that 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 neglectful...

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

"...an incisive oriental philosophy."

Coulson nodded silently and smiled:

"Then I will leave the interrogation to you, Mr. Consultant, and I will keep in touch with the director."

"Well, besides..."

Oakes thought about it, and reminded him in advance:

"If he makes any strange remarks later, remember to keep a straight face. I watched TV and said, this is called a bad face and a bad face."

"...Although I don't know what it means to have a red face and a white face, our agents are the best at it."

……

In an interrogation room surrounded by mirrors, Oakes and Coulson sat across from the intruder.

"Sir, I think we need to have an open and honest talk...about you and that hammer out there that's been causing us so much trouble."

Oakes folded his hands, with a smile on his face:
"Frankly speaking, we've got some clues... That hammer outside is very special, and you, as its owner, shouldn't be just a reckless man who broke into a government facility like you are now."

"..."

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

But at least hearing the phrase "Master of the Hammer" stirred up a wave in the dead water.

"We have some special means to confirm...

But now you seem to be in trouble. Only by communicating with each other can we solve this common trouble, don't you think so? "

"……what do you wish to ask?"

Oakes 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."

Oakes spread his hands and pointed to himself and Coulson:
"S.H.I.E.L.D. Environmental Advisor, Oaks Lin, biologist, this is Phil Coulson, the person in charge here."

"Saul Odinson."

The blond man was silent for a while, before speaking:

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

"Your surname is not ordinary."

Oakes and Coulson glanced at each other:
"Odinson, son of Odin, if you are not kidding, then this name and surname remind me of the myths and legends of our earth."

Coulson's complexion became serious:

"Myths and legends? You mean..."

"Norse mythology, son of Odin, father of the gods, Thor, god of thunder, and... his weapon, 'Mjölnir', Thor's hammer."

Oakes shrugged, ignoring Coulson's expressionless face, which was about to turn pale with shock and thinking of his instructions, and looked at Sol, whose mouth was slightly raised:
"Is that you, Lord Thor?"

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

Saul took a deep look at Oakes:
"So what the hell is this place? I haven't had time to find out—

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

"Planet."

Oakes squeezed the space between his brows, and let out a feigned breath:

"Then 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:

"And, now, I'm just a mortal."

(End of this chapter)