Jane Foster's research was originally about atmospheric changes; every night, the sky in that direction would occasionally have unique changes, with the constellations near Ursa Minor disappearing, revealing an unfamiliar star field.
But after what appeared last night, this is relatively unimportant.
According to what was captured by the magnetic field display, the flashing cloud pillar last night exhibited the characteristics of an Einstein-Rosen bridge, also known as a wormhole, a connecting tunnel between two different space-times.
If this can be confirmed, humanity will take another step forward in discovering the Universe, and they can gain countless honors in the scientific community through this.
The saved data even showed that Thor had appeared at the center of that magnetic storm; his experience is valuable information.
"We must find him and ask him what that felt like."
Her expression was serious and earnest; the door to the mysteries of the Universe had fortunately opened a corner for her, and she could not do nothing.
"But the hospital called last night and said he was a violent madman who attacked a Doctor," Selvig hesitated.
"Going to find him might not be a good idea."
Can a madman say things that provide accurate data?
"What are you afraid of? We have Ron with us."
Daisy patted Ron's sturdy shoulder, took out her reassembled taser, and breathed on it to wipe it.
"And my Eternal Spear."
Ron smiled but said nothing.
As the group, driven by Najia, had just turned a street corner, they hit a tall figure walking carelessly in the middle of the road, sending him flying several meters and landing heavily on the ground.
"Oh, it's him."
Jane Foster exclaimed in surprise.
"It's him again?" Seeing that the person hit was Thor again, Daisy didn't know what to say. Did this 'Thor' have an inexplicable connection with cars?
"Are you alright?"
Everyone got out of the car, and Selvig asked worriedly.
Thor, acting as if nothing had happened, stood up from the ground, nonchalantly patted the dust off his light green hospital gown, looking very energetic, and said with a warrior's arrogance,
"It's you again. Don't worry, the great Thor is not like you fragile Midgardians."
After last night, he knew where he was; among the Nine Realms, only the people of Midgard were so weak and pathetic.
As for being subdued by a group of big men, having his pants pulled down, and getting an injection last night, he had selectively forgotten it.
"It seems the Old Father can't stop worrying."
Ron smiled, scanning Thor up and down.
Thor's strength might not have recovered, but his physique might have recovered somewhat; at least, anyone else would have been in the hospital after being hit and flown several meters just now.
"Listen, I, Thor, God of Thunder, already know where my Mjolnir is, but my power is currently sealed by my Father King,"
Looking at everyone, Thor passionately said, in a tone like inspiring soldiers before battle: "As long as you send me to the place fifty miles west, and I retrieve my precious Mjolnir, unseal it, and return to Asgard, I will give each of you a wealth unimaginable to Midgardians."
He pointed his hand to the west.
After escaping the hospital, he heard someone on the road talking about a hammer no one could lift, but when he said it was his Thor's weapon, others looked at him twice and then inexplicably ran away in fear.
"How does this line sound strangely familiar."
Ron's eyebrow raised slightly.
"Meow-Meow?" The pronunciation of Mjolnir was very similar to Meow-Meow, Daisy tried calling out in confusion.
"It's Mjolnir, the great Thor's Hammer!"
Thor corrected her, displeased.
He did not allow others to mispronounce the name of his beloved divine hammer; it was a majestic artifact feared by warriors of the Nine Realms.
"Meow-Meow Hammer?"
"I've only heard of the Eternal Spear, Gungnir."
Daisy pouted.
In terms of the renown of Norse divine weapons, the Eternal Spear, said to always hit its mark when thrown, was much more famous.
"That's because you haven't truly seen it. My Father King's Gungnir... isn't as good-looking as my Mjolnir."
As Thor spoke, he first looked around guiltily to see if anyone was there, then puffed out his chest and resumed his arrogance, continuing.
Having been disciplined by his Old Father and stripped of his divine power, he was not as bold as before and knew to maintain basic reverence for his Old Father; at least, he couldn't speak ill of him to his face.
"Good-looking?"
Ron chuckled.
Hopefully, when Thor sees Mjolnir transformed into the appearance he set, he will still be inseparable from it and love it as before.
...
The group drove west.
On the way, Jane asked Thor about his feelings, but he couldn't say anything, impatiently saying he felt nothing, that he had used the Bifrost Bridge countless times, which greatly disappointed Jane.
His entire heart had flown to Mjolnir.
Soon, they arrived next to the meteorite crater.
However, this area had been taken over by S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents, and even a temporary Base had been established, with barbed wire densely surrounding it, preventing anyone from approaching.
"It's alright, your mortal armies cannot stop me."
Having gotten out of the car dozens of meters away, Thor scoffed at the guarding Agents, crouched down, and stealthily moved to the other side, intending to break through a weak point on one side of the Base.
His more than a thousand years of combat experience were not for nothing.
"Come back, Thor.
Are you crazy?"
Those Agents might shoot, Jane and Selvig called out, but not too loudly, afraid of attracting attention.
"He's not particularly crazy.
At least he didn't walk directly to the gate and say he was Thor descended, asking the soldiers to welcome His Excellency."
Ron commented.
"Wait a moment, what's in that car...?"
On the dusty road, small trucks drove over, seemingly loaded with their studio equipment.
"Stop, stop!"
Jane shouted, stopping the vehicles.
She saw clearly; that was their studio equipment, much of which she had personally assembled, and her half-year of hard research and last night's invaluable, unique data were all inside.
"That's my stuff."
The vehicles carrying important data were stopped, Agents pulled out their guns, using the car doors as cover, aiming at the few people with cold expressions.
Facing the black muzzles, the few people couldn't help but feel a little scared; only Ron's eyes didn't even waver.
"Put them away."
Coulson got out of the car, slowly looked at the dazzling sunlight, waved his hand, telling them to lower their guns, and with a smile like a good-natured old man, said to Jane,
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Jane Foster, I am Agent Coulson of S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Why are you doing this?"
Facing Jane's question, his attitude was soft yet firm, with an air of unyielding authority in his smiling expression.
"I apologize, we are investigating a security threat. Your records, and your data, might provide assistance, and we are requisitioning them."
"Does requisition mean stealing?" Ron's eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled: "Does S.H.I.E.L.D. always handle things without such class?"
There were never any good-natured old men among Agents.
Facing villains, S.H.I.E.L.D. never showed such initiative, directly breaking in to steal.
"Do good people have to be bullied?"
"May I ask who you are, sir?"
Although he said "May I ask," Coulson's tone was not so polite, and after casually asking, he paid no attention and continued to emphasize to Jane,
"I apologize, this is for World security. S.H.I.E.L.D. can give Miss Foster some money to buy new equipment and redo it."
"Redo?"
Jane said in a slightly excited, trembling voice; those were half a year's worth of hard-earned records from not eating or sleeping well, and last night's unique, precious data that no amount of money could buy.
"I'm about to figure out something very incredible, you can't do this to me."
"Everything I possess, all my efforts, are in those devices and this notebook. You can't just take them."
She said, holding a black notebook with dense footnotes and markings in her hand, pleading as much as she could with Coulson, who always maintained a smile.
These were all her painstaking efforts.
Whoosh!
But immediately, an Agent walked over, reaching out his hand to coldly take away the notebook as well.
"What are you doing?"
She clutched the notebook and retreated in panic; she couldn't believe this group of people was completely unreasonable, not even leaving her last bit of hard work.
The Agent was about to move forward again, wanting to snatch the notebook.
"Jane, listen to me..."
Selvig's expression was grave, mixed with fear, as he tried to persuade Jane to give up.
He had heard of this S.H.I.E.L.D., and people who got involved with it often didn't end well.
A friend he knew named Bruce Banner was like that, disappearing since that day; he was so thin and scholarly, perhaps he was beaten by these guys and eliminated from the Earth for refusing to cooperate.
"People who are inconsiderate and push their luck deserve a lesson."
But as soon as he spoke, Ron said indifferently.
Najia, hearing this, kicked out sharply, sending the Agent flying; he crashed heavily into the front of the car, breaking several ribs, and was directly knocked unconscious from the concussion.
"Don't move!"
The other Agents raised their guns and shouted, as if ready to shoot at any moment.
Hum!
An inconspicuous white wristband on Najia's hand suddenly lit up; holding a light blue, human-height energy shield, her eyes were fierce like a female leopard, acting as a loyal guard, blocking in front of him.
"Oh..."
Facing the gun muzzles, everyone else was scared and hid behind Ron.
"What is this thing? Can it block bullets?"
Clutching his sleeve, Daisy said fearfully.
"It can even defend against RPGs," he calmly reassured her.
Seeing the energy shield emitted by the wristband, Coulson's pupils contracted.
An energy shield generator? And made so portable!
S.H.I.E.L.D., whose technology was far ahead of Earth's, didn't have such advanced technology; at least, they were three or four generations behind.
He looked at Ron, whose expression hadn't changed at all, and asked in surprise: "Who—who are you? An extraterrestrial?"