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SHIELD, Triskelion Headquarters.

Phil Coulson is reporting in Nick Fury's office.

"Sir, Agent Romanoff has made a complete report on the Monaco attack."

Nick Fury said absentmindedly, "Hmm". All he could think about was the Shadowman who appeared and disappeared out of thin air.

SHIELD mobilized a lot of manpower and resources, but ultimately failed to capture any trace of Shadowman's appearance or departure.

This guy came and went without a trace, and there was no regularity in the time and place of his appearance.

And until now, SHIELD has no definite intelligence about Shadowman's identity.

But Nick Fury is not the kind of person who follows the rules. His belief is to be suspicious of everything and everyone, so he has a basic guess about Shadowman's identity in his heart.

"Agent Romanoff has also submitted his recent behavioral assessment of Tony Stark." Coulson continued.

"Given Tony Stark's personality and past behavior patterns, Agent Romanoff believes that Stark's recent behavior is very abnormal, and she suspects that Stark may have a problem."

"What problem?" Nick Fury looked at Coulson in surprise.

"I'm afraid it's very big, sir." Coulson shook his head and answered honestly.

Nick Fury thought about what Howard had said to him, and he felt that it was time to talk to the son of this old friend.

"Also, sir, take a look at this." Coulson handed a report to Nick Fury.

Nick Fury took Coulson's report and looked at it.

? ? ?

Dealing with the power of mysterious things and being a nanny for the rich second generation is not enough, now you actually handed over an astronomical weather report?

Nick stared at his most loyal subordinate with his only remaining single eye: "Are we going to take care of this now?"

"That's not the important thing, sir, take a look at its energy value." Coulson was very patient.

Nick turned to the last line of the report, looked at the red data, and couldn't help but raise his hand to rub his eyebrows.

"Continue to observe, and inform me as soon as there is any situation. Now we should focus on Stark's affairs."

"Okay, sir." Coulson nodded.

Guqiao Town.

A border town on the border of New Mexico.

Looking along the widest road in the town, there is an endless wilderness outside the town, only the road is winding on the ground, as if it extends to the edge of the sky.

Late at night, in the desert outside Guqiao Town, a white van is chasing a huge storm that has just appeared not far away.

Jane Foster sat in the bumpy co-pilot and laughed at the video of the distant storm displayed on the special imaging instrument in her hand.

Max, the student girl who was driving, felt that she must be crazy to run to this remote place for six credits to play with this beautiful female professor.

Oh, there is an old man in the back car, Dr. Eric Selvig, Jane Foster's good friend, who was dragged here by her from afar just to prove her astrophysics research.

As the van got closer and closer to the center of the storm, Max finally couldn't help it. She turned the steering wheel and prepared to leave the storm area.

"What are you doing?!" Jane Foster noticed the change in the direction of the van and immediately turned around to question Max who was driving.

"I don't want to die here for a few credits!" Max shouted back.

Jane Foster was obviously used to the behavior of the apprentice who always disrespected her, but there might be something in the storm ahead that would be of great help to her research results. Asking her to give up would be like asking for her life.

So Jane Foster stretched out her hand and started to fight with Max for the control of the steering wheel. Eric Selvig in the back car stared at this scene, and while holding the handle beside him, he made a decision in his heart: If he can survive this trip, he must control the steering wheel in his own hands in the future! Whoever touches it will die!

Bang!

Just as the van began to move in an arc, another short sound was heard, and even the sound of the violent storm could not cover up this thunder-like sound.

Max desperately stepped on the brakes, no longer caring about the teacher-student friendship, and slammed the steering wheel, because she just saw a figure in front of the car!

Jane and Max in the van that was forced to stop looked confused. Did they just hit someone? But where did the people come from in this desert except the three of them?

Jane Foster thought of the thunder-like sound just now, what was that?

This storm came and went quickly, bringing up countless sand and dust in the desert.

Jane Foster and the other two saw that the situation outside the van had gradually calmed down, so they hurriedly opened the door, walked down with a flashlight, and wanted to observe the situation around them.

"Ah!!!~~~"

Jane Foster, who had just gotten out of the car, saw a dark figure standing next to their van. Eric Selvig, as the only male among the three, raised his flashlight and shone it over.

Under the illumination of the flashlight, there stood a tall man wearing a black cloak and a strange black mask on his face.

"Oh! My God! Is it really you?" Max looked at the man illuminated by the flashlight with an incredible look on his face, and couldn't help but shouting in surprise, covering his mouth.

"Who? Do you know him? Is this your friend?"

Jane Foster looked at Max who spoke with a puzzled look, and Eric Selvig also looked puzzled, but he still looked at the man opposite who was obviously very powerful.

"You should not care about me, but him." Sean pointed to the man lying on the ground a few meters away.

A few minutes ago, Queens, New York.

Sean was lying on the bed chatting with Mei on his mobile phone, and occasionally replied to Natalie's questions.

Suddenly he felt a palpitation.

This was the first time he had such a feeling in more than 20 years. He sat up and looked to the southwest. It was obvious that something was happening there, which made him feel so strongly.

So Sean took action. He didn't care about hiding his identity at all, and flew here at full speed from New York.

When he arrived, the storm had not stopped. Sean looked up at the sky along the storm, and his eyes seemed to see through the depths of the universe.

At the moment when the storm was about to subside, Sean, who was in the air, heard a slight sound of doubt, but as the storm died down, everything returned to calm.

Odin?

Sean landed on the ground, and through the dust in the sky, he saw the scene of the van knocking people away.

So this unlucky thing is Thor, the hammer god?

Jane Foster and the other two heard what Sean said, and looked in the direction of his finger, and then they found a person lying on the ground over there.

Jane Foster awkwardly lifted her hair. Just now, she hit someone because she and Max were fighting for the steering wheel. Now there is a witness. Will she be arrested and imprisoned? What about my research?

"He rushed to the center of the storm by himself, and we were careless..." Jane Foster explained guiltily, and looked at Max, hoping that she would say a few words.

Max looked at Sean's body with a crazy look on her face, and didn't notice that Jane Foster beside her was giving her a crazy look.

"Are you really Shadowman?" Max asked.

"Who?"

"?"

Jane Foster and Eric Selvig looked at Max blankly.

"It's me. I believe you didn't do it on purpose. Although he's not seriously injured, you'd better send him to the hospital."

Sean looked up at the night sky again while speaking. He felt the change in the sky.

"Hammer!"