After becoming invincible, start having fun in the world

Chapter 153 Christmas is coming
"So where is the Thor you mentioned?" Standing in the crater, Nick Fury looked at Chuck.

It is obvious that the person in front of him is not ordinary, and may not even be a human, so what he said is still highly credible, and Nick Fury chooses to believe it temporarily.

"He hasn't shown up yet, but he will go to the pet store in the nearest town tomorrow to try to buy a horse." Zuko walked to Mjolnir disguised as the red material hammer, and gently put down the real Mjolnir, which had turned into an inflatable squeaky hammer.

Nick Fury noticed this scene and secretly upgraded the level of the Squeaky Hammer in his mind.

After all, at the beginning, the being named Chu Ke shouted the name of Thor's hammer Mjolnir to the squeaky hammer.

Thinking of this, his only remaining eye narrowed slightly.

So is it possible that this Squeaky Hammer is the real thing? An illusion from Kamar-Taj? Or a Chinese trick?

Guessing this in his mind, Nick Fury stepped forward and said, "Barton, go monitor the pet shop in the nearest town."

"No need." Chu Ke stopped Brother Ni from exploiting his employees and said to Steve, "Buy the store."

"OK." Steve casually took out a handful of gold grains and stuffed them into Hawkeye Barton's hand: "Go ahead, the rest is your errand fee."

Before the shocked Barton could say anything, Nick Fury, whose eyes were blinded by the golden light, couldn't take his eyes away: ".I think I can do it for you."

"Hey! Brother Ni, what are you looking at? Put your hands up!" Captain America. No, it should be MacArthur who now has a racial knight whip in his hand, looking at Nick Fury who was ready to make a move with a bad face.

"I haven't done anything yet!" Nick Fury's already dark face suddenly became darker, although it was just the difference between matte and frosted: "I don't plan to do it either! You should correct your impression of black people!"

Rogers crossed his arms and looked disdainful.

"Who is this?" Hawkeye Barton suppressed his smile and was a little curious. He always felt that the man holding the shield and whip looked familiar.

"Although I don't want to admit it, this guy is Captain America. Yes, the one you think he is." Nick Fury turned around and watched the researchers studying the hammer on the ground. He said, "He was dug out of the glacier, one step ahead of us."

"Ah?!" Hawkeye was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth. In this era, every American's childhood idol is Captain America, just like Jackie Chan's status in China.

But the person in front of me just opened his mouth and made racist remarks, as if that was the normal outlook in that era.

Hawkeye Bar suddenly realized that this was the idol filter.

Nick Fury, who turned his back, actually didn't care about these. As the king of agents who climbed up step by step from the bottom, these words actually didn't have much impact on him.

He was mainly thinking about Chu Ke and the others - since the [Thor], let's call him Thor for now, would not show any trace until tomorrow, then why did they come here tonight?
With that outrageous lightning-fast movement method, many normal possibilities are ruled out.

Thinking of this, Nick Fury glanced at the Squeaky Hammer placed next to Thor's Hammer not far away and wondered why the other party deliberately placed it next to Thor's Hammer.

It seems that my guess was correct. This one is most likely the real Mjolnir, and the one in the middle surrounded by SHIELD researchers is a fake. More observation is needed.

Just as Nick Fury was thinking, a snowflake fell on Steve's head.

"Snowing?"

Zuko caught a snowflake, but before it touched his skin, it melted due to his body temperature.

"It's almost time. It seems like tomorrow is Christmas."

Because of himself and others, the plot of Thor: Love and Thunder did not take place a few years later as in the original work, but in the winter of the same year as the Iron Man: Love and Thunder timeline.

"Christmas? That woman has thawed, right?" Steve took out two Christmas hats from somewhere and put them on Chu Ke and himself: "Hasirisoniyokazeinoooyonicikimihalawopaduolupaduolu."

Nero's Christmas song is on the same level as Andy Lau's "Gong Xi Fa Cai" in the two-dimensional world, and it is a must-listen to every Christmas.

Hearing the key words of Christmas, Hawkeye came over, as if to gather information or to relieve fatigue: "Speaking of Christmas, I hope to receive a retractable device."

He showed off the archery retractor on his hand: "The one I'm using now feels too worn out."

"Santa Claus is actually fake." Steve approached Hawkeye and said in a tone as if telling a child that "Ultraman is fake."

"." Hawkeye was speechless for a while.

How could he not know it was fake? He was just trying to find something to talk about.

This is the adult world. Even Christmas presents need to be bought and stuffed into socks by yourself, and then forced to forget about them, so that you will be surprised to receive a gift when you wake up the next morning.

Rogers also came over. He was very friendly when he was not facing the black man. Seeing Hawkeye's "lost" expression, he comforted him: "It's okay, as long as you make a wish to Santa Claus seriously, he will come."

"." Hawkeye was even more speechless.

"Make a wish to Santa Claus? Then you might as well make a wish to me." Chu Ke smiled.

"Indeed, Brother Chu is much better than Santa Claus." Steve sighed.

"No, because I'm Xier." Chu Ke said seriously.

"." Speechless is contagious, and now it's on Steve's face: "How come you still remember your character? But then again, what's the relationship between Santa Claus and Seele? Why can I make a wish with Seele?"

"Hmm? Pretty simple logic?" Zuko raised a finger: "I discovered that Santa Claus is actually Jewish."

"What?"

"Because Santa Claus and Jews both come out of chimneys, and their clothing is sold all over the world."

"."

"And since Xi'er can control when the Jews come out of the chimney, you can make a wish to me, and it's best to wish for hair fabrics or cleaning supplies, with guaranteed quality and quantity."

".Okay, stop talking, it's too hellish."

The next day, Christmas.

In the only pet shop in the nearby town, a blond strong man suddenly pushed the door open, with a wise look on his face.

"Give me a horse!"

At the front desk of the pet shop, Rogers, who was pretending to be the receptionist, stood up and said, "Sorry, sir, this is a pet shop and we don't sell horses. At most, we only sell small animals such as cats, dogs and birds."

Nick Fury on the side looked up at the unique blond muscular man.

Is this the Thunder God that Chu Ke was talking about?
Why does he look so...lowly intelligent?

Considering whether the gods might have the ability to read minds, Nick Fury chose the euphemistic excuse of "low intelligence".

"Then just give me any head I can ride on." Thor interrupted Rogers' introduction.

"I can ride it." Rogers slowly turned his head and looked at Nick Fury who was watching the show on the side.

".Why are you looking at me!!" Nick Fury was a little upset: "Even those plantation owners during World War II wouldn't ride on that thing! Steve Rogers, you're going too fucking far, you bastard!"

"Well, it seems he's not very willing." Rogers shrugged: "Come on the motorcycle, I can take you there."

".Thank you." Thor's eyes swept back and forth between Rogers and Nick Fury. So the Midgard people were a slave society?
Although he was a little confused, Sol respected the unique customs and style of every place.

A moment later, Rogers rushed out of the street on a motorcycle with a grinning Saul on his face.

Nick Fury rushed out of the store: "Hey! I'm not in the car yet! I'm not in the car yet! FUCK!!!"

“Not enough seats!”

Wearing a helmet, Thor waved towards Susan who was standing at the door of the pet shop, indicating that she should not worry and that he could handle it.

"Wow~ Although your horses in Midgard are not as big as ours, they are very fast. Especially the rumbling sound, it's so exciting!" Thor, who was sitting in the back seat, opened his mouth and the strong wind rushed into his mouth, reminding Rogers of the golden retriever when he took a ride.

Just don't spit on the back of his head.

"This is not a horse, this is a motorcycle!" Regardless of whether the other party understood or not, Rogers casually explained: "Where are you going?"

"I don't know!" Thor said in a serious tone: "Actually, I am the God of Thunder, but I have lost my power and hammer. I have to go find my hammer first. Please believe me, I know which direction it is."

Rogers nodded: "Then you show the way."

Sure enough, what this person said was the same as what he had heard from Chu Ke before.

It turns out that there are not only aliens in this world, but there really are gods.

"You actually believe me?" This time it was Thor's turn to be surprised.

".Then I don't believe you."

"You'd better trust me." Thor looked at the Midgard man in front of him with satisfaction.

This guy is okay to get along with, but I don't know how much he can drink.

Sure enough, following Thor's guidance, the two rode all the way to the temporary research point guarded by S.H.I.E.L.D.

Although everyone inside was his own people, Rogers still parked the car outside the security area to avoid arousing Saul's suspicion.

Thor quickly climbed out of the car and crouched down to look at the research institute made of white cloth in the distance: "That's it. I can feel my hammer inside."

He looked at Rogers gratefully: "Thank you, I don't know how I would have gotten here without you."

"When I regain my divine power, I will ask my father to make you a centurion!"

After saying these words which sounded like "I am Qin Shi Huang, and I will appoint you as the general", Thor quickly walked towards the research institute.

"Don't worry, I support you." Rogers said casually, then took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Steve who stayed in the laboratory.

At the same time, in the research institute.

Although Thor had lost his divine power, he relied on his physique and combat experience acquired through years of fighting to fight his way through many levels and finally arrived at the center of the venue.

In the blind spot of his vision, Hawkeye Barton put down the bow and arrow in his hand. It was Nick Fury's signal.

Director Lu Dan was also very curious whether he could lift the hammer.

When Thor walked to the center, he didn't know that he had been on the verge of death. When he saw the long-lost "Mjolnir" in the center, he was so excited that he couldn't control himself.

He quickly walked forward and squatted beside the hammer, just as he was about to hold his beloved hammer again, when he discovered that there was a small plastic toy hammer standing next to "Mjölnir".

"What is that?" Thor picked up a plastic squeaking hammer and threw it aside.

But in the next moment, a chill ran through his whole body.

"Hmm?" Thor looked around warily: "Is this an illusion?"

After making sure that there was no one around, Thor bent down again and grasped the handle of Mjolnir. It felt familiar, a long-lost familiarity.

"I finally got you again, baby." Thor sighed, and then mentioned it casually. Just mentioned it casually?
"Ok?"

Thor, noticing something was wrong, exerted a little force, but Mjolnir did not move at all.

"No, no, no, it's impossible. It's probably because I rested for too long and my muscles are a little weak." Thor dispelled the bad guess in his mind, sat in a horse stance again, gripped the hammer handle with both hands, and exerted all his strength.

“Ah ...

The one who responded to him was Mjolnir, who was as unshakable as a mountain.

That bad guess became reality at this moment, and his father's words came to Thor's mind one by one.

"You are no longer worthy of this power!"

"No, no." The blond man knelt down on the ground, holding his head in pain with both hands: "No——!"

Ten minutes later, after experiencing shock, despair, confusion and other emotions, Thor stood up sadly, looked at the old friend who had been with him for half his life, and then looked at the small plastic hammer he had thrown on the ground.

"My friend, I don't deserve you anymore." Thor picked up the small plastic hammer again and put it back next to Mjolnir: "Let it replace me and continue to accompany you."

After saying that, Thor turned around and left this sad place.

Outside the study room.

"Did you get it?" Rogers asked curiously, looking at the man who was so excited before going in but came out with a confused look on his face.

Thor shook his head. "I'm sorry I failed to live up to your expectations. I didn't pick it up."

"I have lost my qualification to pick it up."

Rogers patted Thor's shoulder comfortingly: "It's okay, my friend, we have to move on."

"How about this, I'll introduce you to two of my friends, maybe they have a solution."

"Really?" Thor's eyes lit up.

"Really, come with me."

Meanwhile, Asgard.

Loki, sitting on Odin's throne, rejected the request of the three Asgardian warriors to go down to the world to help Thor, and looked at the blue treasure box in front of him with a gloomy face.

"Father, I will make you recognize me"

"Heimdall, take me down!"

A beam of energy flashed, and Loki appeared next to the Thor's Hammer Laboratory on Earth. He looked at Thor riding away on a motorcycle, smiled slightly, and turned into a whirlwind to follow him.

(End of this chapter)