My foolish brother Thor.
Inside Asgard's Golden Palace, Loki, wearing a golden horned helmet and wielding the Eternal Spear, sat high upon the throne that rightfully belonged to the All-Father.
Through a green mirror formed by magic, Thor, braving bullets, fully displayed his valor, charging wildly and sending the Agents flying in disarray.
The God of Mischief murmured, mocking his own naivety.
"I actually truly believed that the All-Father, in his thunderous rage, intended for you to live as a mortal for this life.
But even while in Odin Sleep, he, at the cost of his body and lifespan, retained a portion of his consciousness to repeatedly watch over and protect you."
Watching Thor, who had recovered some of his abilities in the mirror, killing intent surged in Loki's eyes. He gripped his scepter tightly, his body trembling with anger.
"I even hesitated whether to spare your life, using a small lie I'm good at, to make you live out your mortal life in Midgard filled with lifelong regret, as a token of my pity for you."
He stood up and went to the Heavenly Palace's treasury, unhesitatingly summoning the Destroyer, the armor Odin had worn in his early years to conquer the Nine Realms, and slowly turned to enter it.
The iron armor opened, embraced, and closed, and the huge opening above its head lit up with flames that seemed capable of burning and destroying everything.
"As expected, an adopted child is just an adopted child. My Asgardian bloodline is ultimately different from yours. I'm nothing but a little Frost Giants cub, used to scare children in stories!"
For over a thousand years, everything had been a beautiful illusion. The throne never belonged to him from the beginning, and even… he was nothing but an outsider!
Touching the Ancient Winter Coffin and discovering his true bloodline, Loki's heart was filled with sorrow and fury.
Asgard had no place for him, and he had nothing left to yearn for.
The tall, dazzling silver armor, with divine radiance flowing over it, moved its indestructible body with powerful strides towards a treasure deep within the treasury.
The Ancient Winter Coffin, capable of freezing a Planet, had already been taken by him from the treasury and carried with him using magic.
Aside from the Destroyer he was wearing, he also wanted to take one more item as a backup plan!
On the shelf, a slender, majestic golden horn lay silently, as if a terrifying monster long in slumber.
He picked it up, touching it carefully.
"lulamenna horn…"
Loki's eyes were deep as he looked at this treasure, softly uttering its name, a magic horn that, once blown, would bring Death and disaster.
He then left the treasury. Now he was returning to that dark, cold place he disliked, to accept his people.
Then he would advance towards Midgard.
He would kill his foolish brother, first conquer Midgard and Jotunheim, and from then on, stand in opposition to Odin. If the throne of the Nine Realms wasn't given to him, he could fight for it himself!
After the energy shield blocked in front, Najia's other hand, holding a bracelet, gathered energy, ready to strike, looking like a portable energy hand cannon.
Agent Coulson and the other Agents were even more surprised.
"Alien?"
"I am merely the King of a small African country on Earth."
Ron said indifferently.
Strictly speaking, Thor, who was currently beating S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents to a pulp a few hundred meters away, was the alien.
"King?"
Jane Foster and Daisy exchanged surprised glances.
"Alright, Ron.
If you had just said you were a King, I would have thought you were infected by that big oaf."
Looking at the energy shield that usually only exists in science fiction novels, Daisy, whose face was slightly red, was hiding behind Ron with her hand on his strong back, and asked in confusion.
"But now, even if you said you were an alien King, I'd believe it, but an African King…"
She stopped herself from speaking further.
Coulson scanned him up and down, also unable to see how Ron looked like he was from Africa, except for bringing a Black female secretary.
"Standing before you is His Majesty Ron, our new King of Wakanda."
Behind the energy shield, Najia's expression was serious, and her tone solemn.
Although Wakanda had not yet made its technology public, the new King's ascension had already been announced, but no one cared about a change of power in a small African country.
"Wakanda? Where is that?"
Coulson looked confused, it sounded vaguely familiar.
"Officer, he is indeed the King of Wakanda. Wakanda is a small country in East Africa, one of the poorest countries on Earth, mainly producing wool, ornaments, and clothing. Its people usually live by farming and… hunting."
The Agent behind him leaned closer, reading the searched information. The words 'hunting for a living' in modern society felt out of place and awkward to read.
"Hunting? Do you believe it?"
Hearing this, Coulson turned back and gave the Agent a strange look, saying.
Look at that energy shield, which is at least decades ahead of Earth's technology, before you speak.
Do they in Wakanda usually hunt steel dinosaurs from Transformers?
Or do they hunt with laser cannons?
"I remember now."
He frowned, suddenly recalling where he had heard of Wakanda.
"Your place produces an extremely rare and valuable metal on Earth, although it's said that the output is very low, and it's all been stolen."
Coulson had seen Wakanda's files at S.H.I.E.L.D. before.
His idol, Captain America, and his iconic shield, the metal used to make it was produced in Wakanda.
"However, that news might need a question mark now."
"Show him, and tell them to put down their things and leave."
Ron signaled Najia with his eyes and commanded.
Thor was about to reach the hammer, and he didn't want to miss a good show, especially one he was orchestrating.
"Agent Coulson, immediately hand over those items."
Turning off the energy shield, Najia presented a document, speaking without ceremony.
"Miss Jane Foster's studio, funded and supported by our King, has signed a contract, and all her studio's research and achievements belong in part to our King."
"You are stealing our King's property."
"This…"
After seeing these, Coulson frowned upon hearing her words.
Involving the King of another country, if not handled well, it could escalate into an international dispute.
"And…"
"And?" He looked confused.
Najia, who hadn't finished speaking, efficiently pulled out another document, a land ownership certificate, gesturing around.
"This hundred li of land near the scenic Old Bridge Town was purchased by our King in his private name two days ago."
"According to the laws of this country, wherever a meteorite falls, it belongs to the owner of that land."
"So that hammer-shaped meteorite is also our King's property."
Her dangerous eyes fixed on Coulson, her tone growing more unfriendly with each word.
"Which means, S.H.I.E.L.D., without permission, has arbitrarily cordoned off land and built illegal structures on our King's land, and is even researching our King's property."
"Uh…"
The documents were all real, but a hundred li of land… truly wealthy. Cold sweat ran down his forehead, and Coulson found it extremely difficult to handle.
By both reason and law, they were in the wrong, and this was the King of a not-so-simple country, unlike Jane Foster.
However, neither the wormhole data nor that hammer were ordinary items, and they couldn't give them up.
"King Ron and this lady, S.H.I.E.L.D. is directly accountable to the International Security Council. I can request instructions from above…"
He gritted his teeth, his words trailing off halfway.
"You don't intend to hand over the items and withdraw?"
Ron interrupted.
"Yes, we are also for…"
Coulson defended himself. He didn't know what that hammer was, and they couldn't just leave it. What if it caused some danger, possibly threatening the entire Earth?
"I recall that the laws of this country seem to stipulate that the land owner has the right to shoot thieves who trespass on his land."
He said slowly, raising his long, well-defined fingers to form a gun shape, pointing it at Coulson's chest.
"King Ron…"
Just a finger, Coulson didn't take it seriously, smiling and about to say something more.
Whoosh!
A red laser instantly pierced through.
His chest was pierced, sharp pain spread throughout his body, he stumbled back two steps, looked down in disbelief, and fell to the ground: "How could this be?"
Has this World changed too fast? First, there's a scrawny Dr. who can turn into a big green guy, and now people can shoot lasers from their hands?
Or is it some incomprehensible high technology?
"Shoot, protect the Officer!"
The Agents shouted in panic, gunshots erupting.
Jane and the others screamed in fright, while Najia used the energy shield to block the incoming bullets.
Whoosh, whoosh!
With an unperturbed expression, he tilted his head to dodge the bullets. He casually tapped his fingers, and one by one, the Agents' hands exploded with bloody holes, exposing white bones, as they screamed and their guns were blasted away.
Soon, screams merged into one continuous wail, and all the Agents lay on the ground, clutching their mangled hands in pain.
They wouldn't be able to hold a gun for the rest of their lives, nor anything else.
Not a single Agent remained standing intact. He slowly retracted his fingers.
"Ron, how… how did you do that?"
Daisy, a little scared by the scene before her, couldn't help but ask in surprise, pointing at Ron's fingers. What kind of technology was this? She hadn't seen him wearing any weapons.
"King Ron…" Coulson, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, was in too much pain to speak.
"Coulson, a small lesson for you. I hope you and S.H.I.E.L.D. behind you remember not to cross me."
Looking indifferently at him on the ground, Ron slowly said again: "Now, are you willing to leave?"
"Of… course."
Coulson nodded with difficulty.
It was clear Ron had shown mercy; otherwise, killing all of them here wouldn't have been a problem. Although his chest was pierced by the laser, he wasn't deliberately aimed at a vital spot.
"Tell your people to leave.
Otherwise, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s disability and medical expenses will increase by another batch."
Coulson, injured and disheveled, quickly left with his injured and frightened subordinates, calling the Base on the way to tell them to retreat.
"Ron, thank you for helping me get my things back. This is half a year of my hard work and the goal for the rest of my life."
Walking forward and looking at Ron, Jane Foster felt a bit touched deep down.
When she was in a difficult and embarrassing situation, Ron stood out to protect her and helped her get her things back, although the process was a bit violent.
But the cold-hearted, unreasonable Agents first pointed guns at them, and then shot at them, which didn't leave a good impression.
"No need to thank me. Didn't Najia say that a portion of your research profits belongs to me?"
He said with a faint smile.
"I wonder how that big oaf is doing."
Daisy said curiously, remembering him.
Trespassing into the Agent Base, she wondered if that big oaf was still alive. Now that the people there were withdrawing, they could go and take a look.
"I hope he's alright." Selvig said. In his opinion, that blond oaf wasn't a bad person, with a hint of adorable foolishness.
Of course, he would be fine. Odin was always watching Thor.
"Loki is coming soon."
Looking towards the Base, Ron wondered if Odin would appear to stop him if he were to kill the God of Mischief.
If something happened to Thor, Odin would definitely appear regardless of his body, so what about Loki?