The Death Knell

In fact, the large box of hammers that Coulson asked Melinda to choose was just a random item.

These simple square-headed hammers fell from the sky with energy reaction one night a few days ago, and made a big hole in the ground. At that time, Salvig and his trio also locked the location through instruments and equipment and were on their way there. On the way, Thor was knocked away.

When SHIELD arrived, Coulson only saw a large pit about three kilometers in diameter in the Gobi Desert of New Mexico, which was densely packed with square-headed hammers.

How many exactly are there?

I don’t know, I just know that so far, the inventory and transportation of hammers have not been completed. S.H.I.E.L.D. has recovered 260,000 hammers, and it is likely that there are still about 700,000 hammers in the pit.

More than a dozen excavators and cranes were working 24 hours a day on the edge of the pit. Melinda went to the construction site and just dragged a box and showed it to Thor.

Sure enough, like other mental patients, they all said the hammer belonged to them.

Also, this kind of hammer has a simple pattern and a leather hand guard and strap, which makes it look very beautiful.

Colson also had the urge to take one home. It would be useful for hammering nails or repairing garden fences in the future, which would be both practical and honorable.

They all seem to be made from the same mold, and they are exactly the same in shape and size. The only difference is the material. Some are made of steel, some are gold and silver, and some are plastic and glass.

The agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. also tried to get their hands on each one. There was nothing special about it, they were just ordinary hammers.

But there is still no way, we still have to investigate. SHIELD can't control ordinary hammers, but it is another matter to have so many "ordinary hammers" fall from the sky.

The case of orangutans attacking humans will be taken over by Bald Sitwell and Team Crossbones. The main task of Team Colson is still to investigate the matter here.

"Not gold or silver?" Colson found a folding chair and sat down, then took out a handful from the big box and put it on the table: "What about this crystal one?"

Thor showed a smile as if he had been spoiled. He threw away the ordinary hammer in his hand and hugged the three hammers on the table into his arms:

"Mine, everything is mine..."

The middle-aged male agent activated his tactics and leaned back. He leaned on the back of the chair and rubbed his fingers with his head. He sighed quietly, then raised his head and looked at Mei standing beside him, who was also looking at him.

The female agent showed an "I understand you" look and said:

"Contact the nursing home?"

"Well, go ahead and find someone with better conditions."

Coulson closed his eyes, and the last clue was lost. It seemed that finding the source of these hammers could not start from the witnesses, but had to think of other ways.

The long-haired man in front of him called himself Thor. Coulson originally thought that there would be a connection between hammers and Thor, just like in mythology. But it turned out that this madman named himself just a coincidence, and these hammers also meant a lot to him. No response.

He didn't know whether he mistook the crystal hammer for a popsicle or something, but Thor even took a lick of the hammer, leaving a pool of saliva on the shiny surface of the hammer, and he was smacking his lips as if he was savoring it.

When the hairless agent saw this, he no longer took any chances. He stood up, quickly cleared up his mood, and showed his signature smile:

"Thor, we misunderstood you before. I apologize to you on behalf of everyone. You are a good boy... We will send you to a good place next, where many people will take good care of you."

Coulson is in his forties, and Thor looks to be in his early twenties. They are two generations apart, so there is nothing wrong with calling him a 'kid'.

And seeing how severe his mental retardation was, even Agent Coulson was sympathetic, not to mention that Agents May and Morse kept taking advantage of Thor while he was in coma and bullying the mentally retarded patient. It almost looked like a crime.

How could Thor care what Coulson said? He was trying to figure out which one was the real Mjolnir in a stupid way.

He remembered that after a battle with the Frost Giant, he was thrown down by Father God on the Rainbow Bridge before he could return to the Golden Palace.

What does this mean? It means that the hammer has not had time to be cleaned!

In this way, Mjolnir really has the flesh and blood or brains of Frost Giants on it. You may not be able to smell it after so many days, but as long as you lick each one with your tongue, you can always taste the smell of blood. This is a The basic skills of an Asgardian warrior!

For example, when going out to hunt hares, Thor can't also use Mjolnir, right? Throw the hammer over and the rabbit will probably turn into a piece of skin. What will everyone eat?

Therefore, hunting is more often done with bows and arrows.

This also raises another question. When using a bow and arrow, it is inevitable that you will not be able to kill the prey in one go. Even Fandral, who has the best bow skills in the Asgard, cannot guarantee this. Therefore, how to track the injured in the lush and dense forest? Prey is something that a warrior must know.

Most of the time, they follow the direction of the bloodstains and plants, but there are also more complicated situations, such as encountering the intersection of the bloodstains of other people's prey and the bloodstains of one's own prey.

At this time, you need to pinch some bloody soil and put it under your nose to smell it, or taste it with your tongue. The taste of blood is different in different creatures.

An untrained person might not be able to tell much, other than the level of chicken blood and fish blood, but Thor has been hunting in Odin's eternal hunting grounds for thousands of years, and he will always remember what the blood of the Frost Giants is. A cold stench.

He raised the golden hammer, licked it, and waved his hand generously: "I am not a child, but there is no need to apologize. I understand that you are trying to protect... the earth? What if someone breaks into Asgard without notification? , I will be angry too."

Colson smiled and opened the door to the interrogation room: "As long as you understand, come on, I'll take you to your bedroom."

Well, the kind of bedroom with iron doors and iron bars, infrared sensors and automatic cannons is installed. After all, it is a manic patient. When he is not sick, he looks calm, but he still needs to be on the safe side.

Thor turned around and picked up the two ordinary hammers he had thrown away before and licked them. He was not in a hurry to go out. There was still a box that needed to be identified.

Although he felt that the real Mjolnir could not be lifted by a mortal, after all, it was made of the core of the Death Star and was as heavy as a stone.

But the one who dropped the hammer was the omniscient and omnipotent Lord God, and his divine power was unpredictable. At that time, the God King whispered to the hammer, maybe to let it pretend to be an ordinary hammer?

If Odin places his divine power on Mjolnir, then anyone, even a mortal baby, can lift it with ease. This is a privilege granted by the Lord God of Asgard.

However, thinking so, Thor was still a little unwilling to give up. While licking the hammers in the box one by one, he asked Colson:

"Is there a hammer that you can't lift? Absolutely, absolutely impossible to lift."