The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

Several agents present realized that this was Yan Luo. They had heard Coulson mention Yan Luo before.

However, Coulson hid the fact that Yan Luo knew magic from them, only saying that Yan Luo had a magical portal device.

"You try your best, we tried using cars and it failed," Colson said.

Yan Luo rolled up his sleeves, exposing his strong muscles to everyone's sight, and they swallowed a mouthful of saliva unconsciously.

They know that these muscles are either from crazy people doing hellish fitness, or they are drugged.

Holding the handle of the hammer tightly with both hands, Yan Luo exerted force suddenly, and his veins suddenly popped out!

Everyone stared at this scene with wide eyes, expecting a miracle to happen.

However, after a few seconds, everyone shook their heads in disappointment. No matter how hard Yan Luo tried, the hammer still didn't move at all.

"Haha, you are a muscle-beating gang who is strong on the outside but strong on the inside." A short-haired agent sneered softly, already thinking that Yan Luo's muscles had been injected with Sislon.

However, since Yan Luo was strengthened, his hearing was a little higher than that of ordinary people. This alone allowed him to hear the agent's whisper of contempt.

I secretly sighed at the ignorance of this short-haired agent. Whether he could pick up Mjolnir was not determined by strength, but by pure good and evil. At that moment, he said to the agent, "Please, you can do it." gesture.

The agent was not stupid. He couldn't even pull the car. Of course he had self-awareness. He immediately said with a smile: "I have tried the machine, but of course I can't do it."

"If you don't have the ability, please don't laugh at others." After Yan Luo said this, he planned to ignore the short-haired agent.

Unexpectedly, the short-haired agent suddenly burst out laughing and said, "No matter how incompetent I am, I am still better than some idiot who was injected with Sithosaurus. Do you know how harmful that thing is? Go read more books."

Coulson frowned, wondering why the quality of this temporarily transferred agent was so poor.

In fact, not only that agent, but several other agents present also believed that Yan Luo's muscles were fake, because the muscles were too abnormal and exaggerated to be unreal. They were similar in appearance to the muscles in negative textbooks in newspapers that had been drugged.

Only Coulson, who was familiar with Yan Luo, believed that Yan Luo's muscles were real.

In fact, Yan Luo's upper body muscles are not abnormal enough, because the strengthening from the second to the third level is indeed comprehensive, but the strengthening from the third to the fourth level is concentrated on the legs and feet.

In other words, Yan Luo's upper body has only been strengthened twice at best, while his legs and feet have been strengthened three times, and the entire fourth level has been intensively strengthened. Therefore, Yan Luo's legs and feet are not only muscles, but also bones. After fine-tuning, it is more suitable for combat and more suitable for bursts.

"I can't pretend I didn't hear this." Yan Luo looked at the short-haired agent calmly.

The short-haired agent grinned and took off his uniform. He was wearing a vest underneath, revealing the strong muscles of his arms.

Although his muscles are not as exaggerated as Yan Luo, they are still very stylish. The important thing is that compared to Yan Luo's muscles, his muscles feel more real.

The short-haired agent showed a confident smile, "You have no training. I won't bully you with my fighting skills. How about a showdown?"

When he said this, he stared straight at Yan Luo and did not look at Phil Coulson at all. It can be said that he has no boss.

Phil Colson didn't get angry and kept looking at the two of them with a smile. Suddenly he picked up his cell phone and answered a call.

I don’t know what was said on the other side of the phone, but Coulson’s expression changed and he said, “Okay, I understand.”

After putting down the phone, Coulson said to everyone: "A strange man ignored the obstruction and forced a breakthrough here. Several agents have been knocked down. You guys stay here and don't get distracted. I'll go take a look."

After saying that, Coulson walked out.

And just as Coulson walked out, the short-haired agent had a smile on his lips, and his eyes stared at Yan Luo even more unscrupulously.

The provocation is clearly visible.

"You haven't answered my question yet, boy, do you dare to fight with me?"

The short-haired agent was gearing up, and the other three agents around him seemed to have a good relationship with him, so they also followed suit.

"Of course he wouldn't dare, because it would expose his fake muscles, so don't embarrass him."

Faced with many provocative words, Yan Luo looked at the short-haired agent calmly and suddenly smiled.

This smile came so suddenly, so weirdly, and so horrifying that the short-haired agent's eyelids twitched. For some reason, he instinctively stopped laughing.

"You just said arm wrestling, right? I'm willing to give it a try." Yan Luo smiled kindly.

But for some reason, when the short-haired agent looked at this smile, he always felt that things were not simple. The reason why he could become an agent was because of his superiority, that is, his experience and intuition.

The intuition of "that" short-haired agent told him that there was danger, but he could not imagine where the danger was.

"What's wrong?" Yan Luo asked doubtfully.

"It's nothing, I just feel a little sick when I see you smiling. I want to ask you, are all your Asian smiles so charming? They are like idiots." When the short-haired agent said this, he secretly He stuffed a packaged blade into the palm of his right hand.

The design of this small blade is very complicated. It has a sensor on the outside. As long as it feels "force", it will immediately trigger the mechanism to make the blade stand up. It can cut the palm of the opponent's hand when wrestling. It is a very shady design. Popular on the underground black market.

"You're so verbose, why don't we break up?" Yan Luo finally understood why this short-haired agent was looking for trouble with him. This short-haired agent was a complete racist who had strong discrimination against Asians and believed that white people Man is the most superior race.

The short-haired agent suddenly became angry when he heard an Asian dare to say that he was verbose.

The two of them sat opposite each other on an iron stool, with each elbow on the iron table and their hands clasped together.

"Are you ready? Yellow-skinned boy." The short-haired agent stared at Yan Luo's calm face.

Suddenly, there was a crisp 'bang' sound.

"Ah!" the short-haired agent screamed.

Yan Luo's hand used all his strength, but it was not on the 'breaking' part, but on the 'gripping' part. The entire hand bones of the short-haired agent were crushed and shattered by the abnormal grip.

At the same time, the mechanism blade hidden in the palm of the short-haired agent was also triggered and stood up immediately. However, the density of Yan Luo's skin was extremely strong. This unpolished inferior blade could not cut through Yan Luo's skin tissue. Under the influence of the force, the blade also broke into several pieces, and instead penetrated into the short-haired agent's palm.

"You are indeed very strong." Yan Luo smiled, and his smile looked particularly terrifying in the light of this situation.

The remaining three agents present suddenly took a breath of cold air.

Only the short-haired agent could feel the pain of having his hand bones crushed. He screamed like a slaughtering pig and tried to pull his hand out of Yan Luo's hand, but Yan Luo's grip was tight, and trying to pull it out would shake a tree.

"I noticed that the design of your blade seems to be very flawed. It didn't hurt me, but you hurt yourself." Yan Luo smiled. At this time, the short-haired agent's hand bones had been completely broken. Yan Luo smiled. Luo didn't have the slightest sympathy. Repaying kindness with kindness and repaying hatred with hatred were his principles.

Someone once said that repaying evil with kindness is the best way to solve the problem, but let me ask

Repaying resentment with virtue, why repay virtue?

This short-haired agent was not only racist, but also used a razor blade against those he discriminated against. If Yan Luo had not been strengthened and was just an ordinary person, the entire palm of his hand would have been cut to pieces by the razor blade.

At this time, the other three agents knew they could no longer watch, so they all took out their pistols and pointed them at Yan Luo.

"What are you doing? We are wrestling with each other." Yan Luo showed a friendly smile, but everyone knew that behind this friendly smile was a heart that would retaliate.

The hearts of several agents were beating violently, and the way they looked at Yan Luo at this moment was completely different from a few minutes ago.

From the various looks of boredom, indifference, and disdain, they unified into one

‘The look of a weakling’.