American Comics: Starting with Luke the Maker

Chapter 311 Conqueror: Workers

Author: Read books all my life

Chapter 311 Conqueror: Workers

"Damn it, do we know who he is? Do we know the consequences of that? We're screwed!"

Loki, who was pushed out of the light door, cursed and threatened. He came to a splendid hall, and the heavily armed soldiers who were escorting him released him.

"Of course he knows who I am, Loki, a potential criminal!" said a muscular warrior.

"What did I do wrong to him?" Loki tried to escape but was forcibly brought back to his place by some force many times. He turned his head to look at the female warrior who caught him and asked in shock.

"Have you seen that device? It's a collar with a time loop function. Don't even think about escaping. No matter how far I run, he can control me to go back to before I ran." The soldier who was asked pushed.

He said politely.

"Take him to change his clothes and accept the judge's trial." The female warrior gestured to the soldiers behind Yidong Loki with her eyes.

"Wait, I at least want to tell him, who are we? And where exactly is that place?" Loki was grabbed by the shoulders and lifted up, carrying him towards the choke. He moved forward involuntarily.

While struggling to turn her head, the female warrior, who was clearly not playing the role of a leader, stood on the wrong spot and shouted.

"He was very happy to answer my question. There is the Time Administration, which is responsible for dealing with all the people and troubles that endanger the sacred timeline." The female warrior said, watching Loki being thrown into a door that suddenly appeared.

Forcibly stripped of his clothes and put on a yellow prison uniform, Loki weightlessly fell from the floor to the outside of a room. In the room, a vicious cat was looking at his sudden appearance in horror.

"Then please take my ticket." A familiar voice made Loki, who was looking at his clothes, suddenly raise his head and look at the source of the sound.

"Luke?" Loki tilted his head and looked at the man walking behind the desk in confusion, with messy hair, greasy clothes, and a face that he remembered deeply. He was surprised.

Looking at Luke, he asked, "What am I doing?"

Meow!

The cat jumped onto the desk where there were thick documents. It flicked its tail and walked between the two of them with cat steps. Then it was grabbed by a leg and pulled into his arms.

"I got the wrong person." Luke stroked the cat hard several times, then threw it aside with a scream from the cat, denying Loki's question.

"No! Even if I am not ten years old, he can recognize me." Loki confirmed his knowledge, "What exactly do I want to do?"

"Okay, he admitted that I was not wrong. But so what? He is just a migrant worker. He is just a little undercover who has been lurking for a long time and contacted me, the brave man. Wrong, can I take on a mission?

?The reward is a ticket home." Luke, the migrant worker and undercover man, raised his eyes and looked at Loki.

"Am I kidding?" Loki took a deep breath.

"Of course not, look at those beautiful stones, do I have any ideas?" Luke grabbed a handful of shining stones from his paws and spread his legs right under Loki's eyes.

"Infinity stones, he knows there are a lot of those things in my legs." Loki frowned a little when he saw the bright stones lying in Luke's palm.

"That's not his, it has nothing to do with him." Luke shook his head and threw the stones on the table like trash: "There are those things everywhere, and some people use them to press paper."

"What does that have to do with him? He just wants to go home." Loki walked forward and leaned over the edge of the desk to look at Luke, who was walking on the chair.

"I can't go back. I am one of their most troublesome hunting targets, especially my homomorph." Luke spread his legs and said.

"Don't you have me?" Loki knocked on the stack of thick documents with a smile on his face.

"I'm sorry, he wants to help me, but he can't. He doesn't have the strength to tie a chicken, so he is just a pure fighting scum." Luke looked at Loki and responded: "You can save yourself there."

"I'm at least a demon, right?" Loki's face was full of disbelief.

"He has said that he specializes in the field, but he is just a migrant worker. What he can do to help me is to provide me with some outside information and some trivial help."

Faced with Loki's questioning, Luke acted quite calmly.

"Okay, he admits defeat. What do I want him to do?" Loki looked at Luke seriously for a long time, then took a step back and said helplessly.

"It's just a small task. If I do it, I can go to my laboratory to pick out a precious collection. Of course, customization is supported." Luke leaned forward, resting his legs and elbows on the desk, looking at Loki.

road.

"Does he have the right to refuse?" Loki laughed dryly.

"That's the information I need. Just look over there." Luke randomly pulled out a few pieces of paper from his desk and handed them to Loki. Then he looked at a leg watch worn on his leg wrist and reminded: "I'll just

There is half an hour, and he cannot control more time, otherwise he will be noticed by someone. There is a gap between space and time, which can avoid some favorite attention.

I'm very good at pretending and acting, aren't I? All he needs is my showmanship."

"Also, give me that." Luke inserted a bullet into Loki's leg.

"A bullet? What can it be used for?" Loki looked at the silver bullet in his leg with disgust.

"It will be used when I meet the man behind the scenes and feel a dilemma. Trust him, I will need it." Luke stuffed the bullet back into the center of his leg and helped to close the ball of his leg into a fist.

"I can go into more detail," Loki begged.

"He can only say so much. In addition, after my memory goes out, I will forget him and some things. It is at the first moment that I can recover all my memories." Luke walked back to his place: "Now, look.

Well. That information will appear in my memory in another way and give me guidance."

"Only mages play with mysteries." Loki muttered, but he obediently fiddled with the piece of intelligence information he had on his lap.

Half an hour later, Loki's mind suddenly fell into a trance. His body felt a sudden weightlessness, and he fell from the ceiling to the outside of a room.

"Then please take my ticket." A man with glasses, messy hair, and greasy skin threw a piece of paper in Loki's face. He pointed at the thick document with his stretched out leg.

Pointing behind Loki, he continued: "The door is over there. Remember to close it when you go out. Thank you!"

PS: Thanks to Jingjing Defeng Children’s Shoes for the reward.

(End of chapter)