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God's Domain, Asgard, Rainbow Bridge site.

The Rainbow Bridge is still under repair and cannot be used since it was broken by Thor with his hammer.

Heydamur, the gatekeeper of the teleportation station, uses his clairvoyance ability to serve as a monitor.

At this time, Haidamur came to the fairy palace wearing golden armor and carrying a big sword.

Facing Odin on the balcony and Thor next to him, Haidamur knelt down on one knee: "Almighty Father, he is back."

Thor's eyes widened, looking a little surprised.

Shortly after his return to Asgard, the self-proclaimed Prophet of Vanaheim disappeared.

Heimdall could see nine realms, but there was still no trace of him, not even his body.

Based on this, Odin guessed that Chen Hao might have gone beyond the Nine Realms and was curious about his confusing identity.

"Is there anything else?" Odin looked at Hedamur.

If it was just Chen Hao who returned, there would be no need for him to come to the Immortal Palace in person.

"His Royal Highness Loki also appeared in Midgard." Heimdall raised his head: "He stole the Cosmic Cube."

Midgard means middle court in the Nine Realms, which refers to the earth.

Odin's one eye narrowed: "I understand, go down."

Haidamur said goodbye and left Immortal Palace: "Yes."

Thor was delighted to learn that Loki was still alive.

But when he saw Odin's unusually solemn expression, he calmed down his emotions and asked tentatively: "Father"

"Come with me."

Without further explanation, Odin took Thor to a secret passage somewhere in Asgard.

As they walked, Odin explained to Thor: "The Cosmic Cube contains huge energy. Loki may want to start a war in Midgard. You must stop him."

"But isn't the Rainbow Bridge destroyed?" The Rainbow Bridge is currently the only teleportation station in Asgard, and Thor doesn't know any way to still go to Earth.

Odin stopped, and his serious expression made Thor feel something was wrong.

Using magic to open a closed door, Odin brought Thor to a cave entrance.

The cave was pitch black, the light seemed to be swallowed up, and nothing could be seen.

"I can use dark magic to send you to Midgard. You must stop his conspiracy."

"Father" Thor stared at Odin in surprise.

Growing up in Asgard, he had naturally heard of dark magic, which was classified as a forbidden art.

Usually both the caster and the recipient will pay a huge price.

Odin said he had to use dark magic, but his body bones

Seeing Thor's concerned and worried eyes, Odin was slightly relieved: "Child, I'm fine. The teleportation process may be a little painful. Remember, you must bring Loki and the Rubik's Cube back."

"Yes, father." Thor nodded solemnly, recalling the last prophecy Chen Hao told him in Old Bridge Town.

If you can't come to Earth in the future, you must find a way to come back to me.

Is this what you were talking about originally?

Odin wielded the Spear of Eternity and recited the incantation: "In the name of the Almighty Father, I let dark magic permeate my body."

Golden light suddenly appeared, but the darkness inside the cave entrance was still not illuminated, and it poured out of the cave entrance at a terrifying speed, spreading all over Odin's body.

"Go ahead, kid."

Following the spell from Odin's mouth, a spell seal like a rainbow bridge teleportation array began to appear at the entrance of the cave.

Thor, who was standing at the edge of the cave, was pulled closer by a strong suction force and disappeared in an instant.

"In the west, the American people answered the call and fought for freedom. On the front lines, fighting with the soldiers through life and death, was Captain America."

"As a combination of traditional moral concepts and the latest technology, the name Captain America makes the damn ones tremble with fear."

"No amount of Hitler's secret weapons can defeat our American warriors."

"Whenever the situation is difficult and hope is slim, it is this man who leads us through difficulties time and time again."

"He fought for the country we love, for freedom, and never stops."

Hey.

The TV was turned off and the picture disappeared instantly. Only the switch of the video recorder at the bottom was still flashing blue light.

Steve Rogers, Captain America, the American hero during World War II.

Due to the crash in the deep sea, it was frozen for 70 years and has only recently awakened.

Staring at his face reflected on the dark screen of the TV, Rogers' eyes were filled with confusion.

The dim light shines on the wooden table, giving the whole room a sense of old-world decadence.

Holding the information sent by SHIELD on the table, Rogers looked through it one by one.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he stared at the information in his hand carefully.

Peggy Carter.

Rogers' first girlfriend and one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Thinking of the dance he had agreed with Carter, Rogers' eyes became dim again.

His eyelids drooped slightly, and his vision dropped.

In the column below the photo, the word "retirement" is written.

Looking down, it's Carter's address.

No. 57, Building J, Happy Weather Community, Winchester, UK

Rogers rubbed his fingers over the phone number under the address, raised his head thoughtfully, and looked at the phone in the corner of the room.

He looked at the photo of Carter when he was young on the file.

The image of the invitation to the ball came to mind.

After hesitating for ten seconds, Rogers put down Carter's information.

He didn't get up to make a call or say a few words to the love in his heart, but silently flipped through the next piece of information.

Howard Stark.

This man who spent countless manpower, material and financial resources to search and rescue him has the word deceased written in red.

Life and death, fate plays tricks on people.

Rogers flipped through the information at the back and had no intention of reading any more.

His mood at this time was as bad as a mess.

After getting up and turning off the lights, Ross put on a brown leather coat and walked on the streets of New York.

There are trendy cars, beautiful clothes, and everyone on the street is walking quickly.

Rogers walked through the crowd, looking at the world around him and feeling completely out of touch with it all.

He couldn't find anyone to talk to, or rather, he couldn't find a friend to talk to.

A feeling called loneliness enveloped Rogers.

The background of New York was prosperous and beautiful, but Rogers felt that it couldn't match the impression in his memory.

This city is complex and indifferent.

The wide roads on the street, the criss-crossing traffic network, and the crowds of people coming and going without knowing their whereabouts made him lose his way.

New York is prosperous, with all kinds of glitz and light and shadow filling it.

Rogers looked up at the towering buildings and the blue sky that was torn into pieces.

The sunlight reflected on the glass made him rub his eyes, feeling a little swollen and painful.

There was also a bit of swelling and pain in my heart.

Vague swelling and pain.

Not knowing where he was, Rogers sat down at an outdoor cafe.

In the past, everyone liked to sit in the open air like this, drinking coffee and chatting about all kinds of things.

Nowadays, everyone is holding a mobile phone or facing a laptop.

They look like passers-by to each other.

A young waitress saw that Rogers was very handsome and took the initiative to refill some coffee: "Are you waiting for that big shot?"

"Sorry, what did you say, ma'am" Rogers didn't quite understand.

The waitress looked at the Stark Building not far away: "It's Iron Man. Many people come here every day just to watch him fly over and then yell. Look, he's back."

"That's it." Rogers thought the waitress was trying to drive him away by refilling his glass, so he reached out and took out the money: "Let's talk about it when we have a chance."

Seeing that Rogers was about to leave, the waitress thought he had misunderstood something and quickly explained: "You can sit as long as you want. There is no queue, sir."

"waiter"

Seeing someone calling her, the waitress responded and glanced at Rogers, wanting him to stay: "We have free wireless network here."

wireless network wifi

Hearing this unfamiliar word, Rogers' face became a little stiff: "Is it a wireless broadcast?"

Facing the weird look on the waitress's back, he felt as if something was pricking his heart.

Leaving the outdoor cafe, Rogers came to the subway station.

After observing passers-by's skillful operation for a long time, he paid for a ticket to Lower Manhattan in New York.

The subway is moving fast, and the scene outside the window recedes quickly.

Rogers had a suppressed emotion in his heart that he couldn't express, and he just kept it there, getting more and more depressed.

After getting off the subway, he took a taxi to a boxing gym.

This is the place he visited more than seventy years ago, but it has changed a lot now.

The boxy boxing ring is still there, and the punching bag is still there, which finally gives Rogers a sense of intimacy.

After paying, Rogers took off his leather jacket and hung up a sandbag.

In the corner of the boxing gym, stood an old man with a gray beard, staring at Steve Rogers in a daze.

A young man in his twenties walked out of the ring panting and helped the old man leave: "Grandpa, didn't I tell you to stay at home?"

"He" The old man was dragged away by his grandson. He looked back in the direction of Rogers, his voice choked with sobs: "He's back."