The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

Finally, Yan Luo let go.

When he let go, the short-haired agent fell directly to the ground due to inertia. His face was covered with sweat and his hands were completely numb.

"Monster" was all he said.

Cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of the three agents. One of them held the pistol tightly with both hands, aimed it at Yan Luo and shouted, "Why are you doing this?"

"Shh." Yan Luo put his index finger to his lips and made a silent gesture, "Look, he fell asleep quietly."

The short-haired agent who fell to the ground had passed out.

"you"

The three agents are now stuck in the difficult choice of whether to shoot. They know that Yan Luo and Phil Coulson know each other and seem to have a good relationship.

"Okay, you three put down your guns. He can't die. This is a small lesson." Yan Luo's expression returned to normal, thinking that this is just a lesson. After this experience, he will never dare to be arrogant again in the future. The words are unstoppable.

The oppressive feeling in the air also dissipated with Yan Luo's words.

The three agents thought that what you said was so easy. Even if their hands were damaged by others, would you still call it a small lesson? The big lesson is to just pull out the one-meter-long sword from behind and kill someone?

Just as everyone was having their own thoughts, they heard a bang, a big hole was broken in the temporary roof, and a man jumped from the top.

This man had blond, shoulder-length hair and looked quite macho and masculine. He fell to the ground and rolled twice before standing up.

While Yan Luo and the three agents were sizing up the man, the man was also scanning the surrounding environment. He looked around and finally focused on the hammer in the center of the room.

"Finally found it." He smiled, and you could tell that he was smiling happily, as if he had found a long-lost lover.

"Hello, my name is Yan Luo." Yan Luo nodded to the man. He understood that the man in front of him should be the legendary Thunder God Thor.

"My name is Thor, and you too, please don't stop me."

As soon as Thor finished speaking, three agents rushed towards him.

After a lot of punches and kicks, the three agents were beaten to the ground, and two of them fell into unconsciousness.

"Do you want to fight too?"

Thor walked quickly towards the hammer. Although he did not look at Yan Luo with his eyes, Yan Luo was the only one still standing there at this time.

"No, I believe you have no ill intentions. You are just here to retrieve your things, so I won't stop you." Yan Luo said.

"Really, thank you, you are the only one who is so reasonable, but how do you know that I am here to get something?" Thor said, holding his hand on the handle of the hammer and pulling it out hard.

The hammer remained motionless.

He exerted force again and pulled it out with both hands, but the hammer still didn't move.

Repeatedly and repeatedly, but no matter how hard he tried to pull it out, he just couldn't pull out his Mjolnir.

"Why, why" Thor's tone gradually became lower, and he finally understood that he was just a mortal now.

"Many people have experienced pain and the lowest point in life, but don't be discouraged. It will always pass," Yan Luo said.

Thor was silent.

The sound of footsteps was heard, and a group of search agents headed by Coulson rushed in from the door.

Thor, after accepting the fact that he could not pick up Mjolnir, had no fighting spirit to resist and was directly arrested and trapped with a rope on the iron bench where Yan Luo had been sitting.

At this time, Coulson walked to the short-haired agent who fell to the ground and squatted down. He looked at the agent's deformed hand and frowned.

"You broke in here and injured the agent. Why? Can you tell me?"

The person Coulson was asking was obviously Thor who was tied to the chair. He took it for granted that the short-haired agent's hands were made like this by Thor.

After Coulson made a gesture, several agents around him successively carried out the four agents who fell on the ground, including the short-haired agent.

When the last agent injured by Thor was carried out, he was still conscious. He opened his mouth and moved. Yan Luo thought he would tell that the short-haired agent's hand was done by himself, but for some reason, he didn't know it until he was After being carried out, he didn't say anything.

Thor said without looking at Coulson, "I'm here to get what's mine."

"What is it, this hammer?" Coulson asked, pointing to Thor's hammer on the side.

Thor said no more, just looked down at the ground.

Coulson turned to Yan Luo, "Do me a favor and bring him back to SHIELD, okay?"

"can."

After speaking, Yan Luo opened the portal directly, and then grabbed the iron stool where Thor was sitting.

"What are you going to do?" Thor had a bad association.

"Send you in."

As he spoke, Yan Luo lifted up the iron stool, along with Thor, and then threw Thor and the iron stool into the portal with a strong throw.

Then, the portal formed a counter-clockwise vortex and closed. The eyes of the agents who watched this series of operations were straightened.

"Are you sure this is okay?" Colson asked.

"Of course, is there any problem?" Yan Luo said.

"Are you sure he won't be teleported to a certain crater if you don't go in with him?" Colson frowned. He could not forget that day. He believed in Yan Luo's teleportation gate, but the end point of the teleportation was the crater. tragedy.

"No, the failure rate is not that high." Yan Luo smiled, "But to be on the safe side, I'd better go back and have a look. By the way, I'm a little tired and need to take a rest."

Colson nodded, "I'm really troubling you today. I will notify him to lock him up, but before I go back, please don't contact him without permission, okay?"

When Coulson thought that Thor had injured several of his agents and cruelly disabled the hand of one of them, he immediately judged Thor as a dangerous person.

"can."

After returning to the S.H.I.E.L.D. branch, it was already slightly dawning, and Thor was locked in an interrogation room densely protected by bulletproof glass.

At this time, Yan Luo's mana crystal had also recovered to 10 points.

Seeing that everything was in order, Yan Luo returned to the room, synthesized three 'flaming battle axes' again, then opened the portal leading to Tony Stark and threw the ax in.

After doing this, Yan Luo returned to the room and fell asleep.

In a daze, Yan Luo was woken up by a call on his cell phone. He picked up the phone and saw that it was a call from Tony Stark.

"Hey"

"Mr. Luo, you almost killed me." Tony said on the other end of the phone.

"How do you say that?"

"I was dining, and suddenly an ax fell from my head and knocked the entire table over. If it was tilted a little further, my head would explode," Tony said.

"I'm sorry. Just hope you're fine." Yan Luo said.

"I remember I ordered five axes. When will the other five arrive? It won't be while I'm sleeping, right?" Tony asked.

"Didn't you receive it?"

"No, there is only this one, but its material interests me very much. It is very heavy. I can't pick it up with my bare hands. I need to use armor." Tony said.

"Very good, then when you become Iron Man in the future, I think it's OK to use it as a melee weapon."

"Stop it, I'm most interested in its material value, so hurry up with the other five axes, I'll be ready and waiting for them."

After Tony finished speaking, he hung up directly.

Yan Luo had 13200 arcane dust that he had not used since he killed the Abomination. He realized that he was no longer sleepy, so he opened the card store and turned to the last page.