Looking at these S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, Carl's thoughts changed rapidly, he quickly made a decision, turned around and ran away.
After all, he is a fugitive no matter what, and with such conspicuous items as the Peerless Blade and the Psychic Scepter in his hand, SHIELD will definitely not let him go.
"Stop!" Colson shouted and quickly led his men to chase him.
But there was quite a distance between the two sides. Seeing that Karl was about to escape to a sports car not far away, they immediately pulled the trigger and shot.
"Bang bang bang!"
Carl transformed into a body of steel in time, blocked the bullet, and continued to run towards the car desperately.
When Coulson saw this, he took out a component similar to a silencer from his pocket, quickly assembled it on the pistol, and then fired again.
"Bang!" There was a gunshot, but what was fired from the muzzle was not a bullet, but a thin line of laser light.
The laser arrived instantly and penetrated Karl's thigh, causing him to scream in pain and fall to the ground, unable to get up for a while.
"What is this?" an agent looked at Coulson's pistol curiously.
Coulson unloaded the pistol components he had just installed, and a bullet fell from it: "An immature gadget that can convert the kinetic energy of the bullet into laser light, but it seems to have a pretty good effect."
"I want to get one done too!"
"Do business first." Colson walked towards Karl first.
Karl gasped rapidly. He heard the footsteps getting closer and closer, then he gritted his teeth, raised up with all his strength, and swung the peerless blade towards Coulson.
Coulson was well prepared. As a veteran S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, his fighting skills are naturally better than most people, and he can hold the handle of the peerless blade.
But Carl's strength was astonishing, and Coulson was far inferior. He was immediately knocked back violently, and the blade almost cut his face.
Looking at the peerless blade right in front of him, Coulson suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
His intuition told him that this thing could definitely cut his head open like a tomato.
Other agents quickly joined the fight, and with the combined efforts of several people, Carl was immediately restrained.
Coulson choked Carl from behind, and several others choked his limbs.
"Still want to run?" A tall and powerful black agent snatched the peerless blade from Carl's hand.
However, at this moment, the situation suddenly changed.
Seeing that he was in a desperate situation, Karl, as a desperado, felt the cruelty in his heart immediately!
Even if I die together, I will never surrender!
He transformed into a body of steel, grabbed the peerless blade that had just been taken away by the black agent, and then stabbed him directly.
The body of steel could not stop the peerless blade at all. The blade easily passed through his chest, and then penetrated Coulson who was restraining him from behind!
"Colson!" Several agents were shocked.
Carl used all his strength to break free, took a few steps with the spiritual scepter to the nearby car, stepped on the accelerator and ran away.
He was now seriously injured, and while driving, blood gushed out uncontrollably from his mouth and nose.
However, with his unusual body and strong desire to survive, Karl pressed the accelerator to the bottom, endured his injuries, and ran away at full speed for a while before he couldn't bear it anymore, fell on the steering wheel and passed out.
The sports car then lost control, collided with a rock on the side of the road, and rolled to the ground.
Probably because God favors and absorbs people, within a few minutes of the car accident, a black car passed by and stopped.
Several men in black got out of the car, led by a middle-aged man with a deep temperament who wore a monocle. He walked near the absorber and noticed the psychic scepter on the ground almost at a glance.
He leaned over and picked up the spiritual scepter, looking at the blue light on the top of the scepter, a hint of fanaticism flashed in his eyes.
After a while, he turned his head and asked, "Is this person dead?"
"Not yet, Baron Strucker." His subordinates responded, "What do we do with him?"
Baron Strucker said: "Take it back."
"yes."
The men carried Karl to the car, and Struck stood up and looked at the spiritual scepter in his hand with great satisfaction: "It's really a worthwhile trip, haha!"
"Long live Hydra!" He raised his scepter and shouted, like a fanatical believer.
Others also shouted: "Long live Hydra!"
…
In the quiet and tense operating room.
Colson was lying on the operating table, motionless, while several people in white coats were busy around him, talking in low voices.
A few hours later.
"How's it going?" Nick Fury asked, holding his forehead and speaking in a depressed tone.
Coulson was a subordinate and friend he valued very much, and it was difficult for him to accept such a scene.
The doctor shook his head: "We have tried our best, but the situation is still very dangerous, and it is very likely that we will not survive tonight."
Nick Fury was silent for a long time.
After a while, he took a deep breath: "Use gh325."
"This technology is not yet mature and may not be effective, and..." the doctor hesitated.
Nick Fury interrupted him and said word for word: "He has to survive, you understand?"
The doctor had no choice but to agree and nodded.
…
On a balcony of the Golden Palace, Odin, Thor and his son stood in front of the railing, looking at the night view of Asgard and talking.
The content of the conversation was mainly about Thor's human experience.
There is no doubt that compared to the long life of more than a thousand years, the identity of Donald Blake existed for a very short time, and he did not even finish high school.
But the impact on Thor is obvious. Anyone can feel that Thor, who has been in the world for a while, has become a lot more stable after coming back. He is no longer so impulsive and competitive, and starts to consider the consequences of doing things.
Odin was very pleased with this, but he couldn't help but say: "Son, I feel that you have been too wasteful in the past thousand years."
Thor smiled awkwardly.
Indeed, compared with the changes brought about by this short experience, it is not an exaggeration to say that his life of more than a thousand years has been like a dog.
After all, Thor's life was so smooth. He was born with bravery and lived under the protection of Odin. He had no worries or difficulties for a long time, and almost did not need to consider any consequences. It was naturally easy for him to develop a stupid character.
Donald Blake is just the opposite. He is an orphan and a cripple. He has been bullied since childhood and must think twice before doing anything.
For Donald, considering the consequences before doing something is the most basic survival skill, just like a fish must be able to breathe underwater. In his opinion, Thor's behavior style is basically mentally retarded.
Therefore, after returning to the divine realm, Thor always felt that he was a little smart.
Because from time to time the thought that Donald always insisted on came to his mind: Thor is a retard...
Then he suddenly realized that he was Thor.
"Father, there is one more important thing." Thor suddenly said, seeming a little shy, "I...I fell in love with a person on Earth."
"Jane Foster?"
Thor was startled, not expecting Odin to know this name.
Odin said calmly: "Lovi, Heimdall told me."
Thor nodded suddenly, and then continued thoughtfully: "Well... I want to bring Jane back to Asgard."
Odin suddenly frowned: "You want to marry her?"
"...Yes." Thor admitted.
Odin said: "She is a mortal. Do you know what this means? When you have just lived one percent of your life, she has become an old man."
"I know—but I really like her," Thor said.
Odin pointed at his nose: "Do you mean you like it?"
