Marvel's whitewashing cop, you want me to save the world?

Chapter 139 Loki is sick and needs treatment.

Lee Eun transformed into a ruthless stamping machine, her movements becoming faster and faster.

Even the several stacks of documents that Foggy brought later were mostly dealt with by him.

He quickly finished revising the last few pages, put the official seal on the table, and without pausing for a moment, took out his phone and dialed a number.

After a few busy tones, Coulson's voice came through the receiver.

In the background, one can faintly hear the sound of wind and the low rumble of some kind of heavy machinery.

"Hey, Li En, what's up? Or has something happened?"

"How's it going in New Mexico?" Li En skipped the pleasantries, leaned back in his chair, and tapped the table lightly with his left index finger.

"Has Thor picked up his hammer?"

There was a slight problem here this morning.

Coulson's tone carried a sense of relief, as if he had just survived a close call, and each word sounded as if it had just been swallowed with lingering fear.

"Four warriors suddenly appeared in Asgard, the same ones you should have seen in the myths: Sif, and those three big guys."

"Then an even bigger lump of iron fell from the sky, the kind that breathes fire, and beat those four to a pulp."

"Thor suddenly erupted at the most crucial moment, rushing over and grabbing his hammer—"

He paused for a moment, probably replaying the scene in his mind, before continuing.

"We smashed that thing until it lost all power; the battle had just ended."

"To be honest, if Thor hadn't regained his divine power at the last moment, we would probably all have been wiped out here."

The Four Warriors of Asgard.

When Li En heard those words, his eyes suddenly lit up.

He sprang up from his chair, pushing it backward so the back slammed against the wall with a thud. He pressed on, "Keep Thor there, hold him off, don't let him go back to Asgard. I'm coming right now."

He hung up the phone, turned his head and shouted at Brock, who was standing next to him holding a cup of cold coffee, with dark circles under his eyes almost reaching his cheekbones.

"Block, if any more documents come in, please cover them up for me. I need to go to New Mexico."

""

Brock slowly turned his head and stared at him for a long while with his bloodshot eyes.

His hat brim was askew, and his tie had been undone halfway and was hanging loosely around his neck.

It looked as if she had been fished out of the washing machine's spin cycle and then hung on a clothesline for two whole days.

When he spoke, his voice was so hoarse it sounded like it had been sanded.

"Do you know what time it is? It's 10 a.m.

"I haven't slept for almost fifty hours straight, fifty hours."

"Do you know what it means for someone my age to work 50 hours straight? It means working yourself to death before you even collect your pension."

He was grumbling and complaining, but his hand was already waving towards the door.

"Get lost, leave these trivial matters to me."

"Anyway, you're just here to stamp things without reading the contents."

Li En laughed as he tucked his coat over his arm from the back of the chair, and as he walked to the door, he turned back and tossed a sentence at Brock.

"Hang in there a little longer, I'll bring you something nice when I come back this time."

He closed the door behind him, and immediately the sound of him dialing a phone as he walked briskly down the hallway could be heard.

He was on the phone with Barron, instructing him to immediately dispatch a Stark Industries helicopter to the nearby building's airfield to be on standby.

Besides obtaining blood samples from the Warriors of Asgard, he had another task on his trip to New Mexico: to make a Dragon Blood Potion upon his return.

Brock wasn't injected before because the drug's production was limited at that time.

The needs of frontline combat personnel came first: Frank, Bright, Lester, and then the regular members of Hellsword.

Next up are reserve members like Jessica and Peter; each dose of the drug has a specific allocation order.

Brock has never said a word on this issue.

He didn't even ask before his name was on the list.

But now that everyone has finished their injections, Lee Eun won't treat his partner unfairly.

By the time the helicopter landed on the edge of that small town in New Mexico, the sun had already climbed back into the sky.

Before the dust kicked up by the propellers had even settled, Li En had already jumped out of the cabin and walked along the makeshift dirt road toward the town center.

Before he even reached the entrance to the makeshift camp that Coulson had set up, Thor's booming voice, loud enough to almost blow the tent roof off, already came from ahead.

"Hey! My ally, Li En! Come here right now! Sit down and have a drink! My power has returned!"

Li En walked over with a smile.

Thor was sitting at a folding table that had been moved outdoors, with several empty beer glasses and half-eaten sandwich plates scattered haphazardly on the table.

His hair regained the luster that only comes after being filled with divine power.

The whole person sitting there looked like a small mountain scorching hot from the sun.

Even the surrounding air seemed to distort slightly from the heat radiating from his body.

Li En walked to the table, picked up the pitcher of beer Thor pushed over, and took a big gulp.

The cool liquid slid down his dry, chapped throat, and then he put the cup down on the table.

His gaze passed over Thor's shoulder and landed on the four warriors standing behind him, dressed in clothing that clearly did not belong to any dynasty on Earth.

"Who are these people? Please introduce them."

Thor stood up happily and patted each of his brothers on the shoulder.

He first pointed at the black-haired female warrior who wore light silver armor and whose face was so exquisite it looked like she had stepped out of a classical oil painting.

"This is Sif! She's been with me since we were little."

Then he turned to the man next to him who was the largest, with a round belly and a big beard holding half a roasted lamb leg in his hand.

"This is Vostagg."

Then he pointed to the lean warrior standing on the other side of Sif, with a cold and aloof expression, black hair typical of Asians, and an exaggeratedly curved scimitar at his waist.

"He is Hogan."

Finally, he placed his palm heavily on the fourth warrior's shoulder.

This was a blond, blue-eyed young man with a bright smile that revealed a set of perfectly white teeth, and a languid posture typical of a playboy.

"This is Vandal."

Thor slammed his fist into his chest, making a dull thud.

"They are all my best brothers who I've known since childhood."

Li En clearly saw that when the words "good brother" came out of Thor's mouth, Sif's eyebrow twitched slightly.

The movement was so subtle that an ordinary person wouldn't even notice it.

At the same instant, her gaze involuntarily swept towards Jane Foster, who was standing not far away.

Then, with lightning speed, it was retrieved and placed back on the beer glass on the table, which had not been touched by anyone.

The plum tree is no match for a sudden downpour; a universal law.

Li En didn't linger on the topic and greeted each of the four Celestial Warriors in turn.

After all, this is an ally personally acknowledged by Thor, and this alliance is not an ancient covenant.

Rather, it was after Thor descended to Earth that he formed a separate bond with Li En.

Li En smiled and placed the metal box he had brought with him on the table, unlocked it, and lifted the lid.

Inside the molded sponge groove inside the box are four specially made blood collection needles. The needles are made of gold-titanium alloy and are much thicker than ordinary medical blood collection needles.

This is a model that Banner specifically designed for the skin density of Asgardians.

He took one out and held it in his hand, speaking in a casual tone.

"Could I have some blood drawn?"

On his way here, he thought about whether he should come up with a nice set of pleasantries.

What about the idea that "blood is the oldest ritual for alliances" and "only those with the same blood can be true friends"?

He could easily pull out a whole string of these kinds of words from politicians' speeches.

But in the end, he decided not to make anything up.

There's no need to learn those politicians' platitudes and hypocrisy.

Vostagg was the first to yell, his voice so loud that several empty beer glasses on the nearby table vibrated.

"I, Vostagg, hate getting shots more than anything in my life! No! I don't want to!"

Sif stepped forward and pulled her collar down a few centimeters to the side, revealing the pale blue outline of her carotid artery on the side of her neck.

She turned her head, slightly raised her chin, and spoke crisply and decisively.

"How much do you want? Take yours."

Volstagg's howl stopped abruptly the moment Sif exposed her neck.

He glanced at Sif with his mouth agape, then at Hogan and Fandral, who stood silently to the side, their sleeves already rolled up, and let out a sigh.

Then he placed his thick forearm, which was as thick as a tree trunk, on the table, closed his eyes, turned his mouth down, and squeezed out a few words through his teeth.

"Be gentle."

"Thank you." Li En's blood-drawing movements were extremely fast. The needle pierced the skin, the piston was pulled back, cotton was pressed, and the syringe was sealed. The whole process took less than a moment for each person.

He placed the four tubes of blood samples, still warm from the Asgardian bodies, into the temperature-controlled tank of the box one by one, closed the lid, and the latch clicked shut.

After doing all this, he raised his head again and looked at Thor.

"Ally, you should be going back to your brother Loki soon and have a good talk with him."

Thor's expression underwent a very subtle change when he heard the name Loki.

The smile that had been on his lips since he started drinking beer faded slightly.

Several deep wrinkles appeared on his brow bone, and his voice was deeper than when he introduced the four warriors.

"That's right, Loki was behind everything from beginning to end."

"That kid's prank this time was really too much."

"No matter how much fun you have, you can't joke about your father's death."

There was no anger in his tone.

All the fights and squabbles Loki had with Loki since childhood could fill an entire row of relief murals in the corridors of the Asgardian palace.

But in Thor's eyes, it was always just a prank, only this time it went a little too far.

His plan upon returning was probably to beat Loki up, lock him up for a few days, wait for Loki to admit his mistake, and then restore everything to normal.

Li En stared at Thor's face, which still held a hint of "My little brother is a bit naughty, but he's essentially a good kid," and remained silent for a moment.

Then he spoke softly, "Thor, do you know why Loki caused such a serious incident this time?"

"What? There's another reason? You know what the reason is?" Thor leaned forward, and the beer glass on the table rattled several times from his elbow.

His eyes were wide open, his pupils still burning with the excitement of regaining his divine power.

The moment I heard those words, everything turned into pure tension.

Li En took the box containing the blood samples off the table and placed it at his feet. He then crossed his hands on the table and spoke directly.

"It's very simple. The reason he's caused so much trouble is because of one thing—the throne."

He held up one finger. "The future king of Asgard will only be you. Loki has no chance whatsoever."

"I have no interest in the throne," Thor said earnestly.

So sincere was it that even Sif, who had been standing silently to the side the whole time, lowered her eyes slightly when she heard those words.

He was telling the truth.

"But that's just your opinion, isn't it, Thor?" Li En spread his hands.

"You say you don't care about the throne, and I believe that, but does Loki believe it?"

"The scenes he witnessed growing up are different from what you see."

"What he saw was his father making you sit to his right at every banquet, and his mother sewing a new cloak for you after you defeated invaders from some realm."

What he saw was all his subjects talking about him, about when he would inherit the throne, and about whether he would be more powerful than Odin.

He paused for a moment, allowing Thor to process what he had said, before continuing.

"Unlike you Asgardians, you have such long lifespans that the transfer of power between father and son may not occur even once every few thousand years."

But on this planet, on that continent to the east, countless brothers have turned against each other over thousands of years of dynastic changes, all for the sake of the throne.

It wasn't until recent decades that our medical scientists finally figured out why this kind of thing keeps happening.

""

"What is it?" Thor's hands were already clenched into fists, pressing down on the folding table until it creaked slightly.

Jane, Coulson, Natasha, and the others nearby also perked up their ears.

They were also curious: what did the brothers fighting for the throne have to do with medical experts?

Everyone waited quietly for Li En to finish speaking.

"Your brother Loki has depression."

Li En spoke with a serious expression.

"This is an extremely common disease in our modern society."

"First of all, has your brother Loki never lacked for anything growing up?"

"Yes, that's right. As a prince of Asgard, he naturally lives a life of luxury." Thor nodded quickly.

"And you, Thor, you also have no worries about food and clothing, but you have things you like to do."

"You love to fight for Asgard, you love to drink and feast, and you love to tell everyone the stories of how you defeated your enemies."

"You live each day to the fullest because everything you do is what you want to do."

Li En pointed to the seams of the armor plates on Thor's chest.

"That's right! I like quite a few things: training, drinking, drinking, and more drinking." Thor grinned unconsciously, but the smile only lasted for a very short time before disappearing again.

He already had a vague idea of ​​what Li En was going to say next.

"But Loki is different from you. He doesn't like drinking, and he has no interest in waging war, does he?"

"Yes, that's right. Loki never liked to exercise and rarely attended parties."

"He always hides in a corner reading, or stays alone in the garden," Thor's voice trailed off.

"That's right." Li En leaned back in his chair and placed his hands on the table, crossed over his shoulders.

"In our modern society, a large number of such young people have also emerged."

"They enjoy a comfortable life provided by their parents and have never faced any real survival pressure from childhood to adulthood. They can have whatever they want."

"But at the same time, they can't find what they really want to do, and every day they wake up to the same emptiness."

"Over time, this emptiness can evolve into a disease called depression."

"Patients may feel that their lives have no meaning, become sensitive, irritable, and unpredictable, and try to fill the void in their hearts with various extreme methods."

"As for Loki—he's probably had enough of spending his days in the palace where nobody really understands him."

"So he started playing pranks."

"At first it was just small pranks, but soon small pranks were no longer enough for him, so he made up a lie about his father's death and sent you to Earth."

"What he wants is not to drive you away, nor to ascend the throne."

"He just wanted to try a life he had never tried before, a life that could be seen by everyone and taken seriously by everyone."

Coulson, Natasha, and Barton exchanged glances.

The three of them had the same thought: Li En is lying to people. When did depression become explained like that?

However, the three understood that Li En was doing this for the sake of Earth, so they remained silent.

Jane, standing next to him, nodded in agreement.

Thor remained silent for a long time.

He looked at his clenched fist, at the foam remaining at the bottom of the empty beer glass on the table, and at the Thor's hammer hanging quietly at his waist.

Then when he looked up, his voice was hoarse, as if he had just returned from an extremely long and exhausting expedition.

"Really? So Loki has been this lonely all his life?"

"During those playful times, whenever we lifted him up from behind and tossed him into the air, he was clearly smiling. Was it all just an act?"

"It's not necessarily an act." Li En gently shook his head.

"The most terrifying thing about depression is that patients can laugh in crowds and act like normal people in front of everyone."

But when they are alone, that emptiness washes over them again, swallowing up all their smiles.

Sif suddenly spoke.

Her voice was steady, but everyone present could tell from the way she gripped the sword hilt that she was far from calm.

"Since it's an illness, do you have any good treatment methods here in Midgard?"

"Of course." Li En leaned forward again, his gaze fixed on Thor's face.

"But Thor, you must understand one thing."

"When you go back this time, even if you tell Loki directly that you have no interest in the throne and that you will never compete with him for it, these words will not help him at all."

The problem was never the throne itself; the problem was that his heart had been empty for too long.

He looked Thor into his eyes and continued speaking, word by word.

"What you can do first is to draw a vial of blood from him, and then try to bring him here."

We have some of the best psychologists in the world here who can provide him with professional psychological counseling.

Even if we take a step back and say that psychological counseling doesn't produce immediate results, we can still appreciate its effectiveness.

You can also think of this as taking him out for a walk to clear his head.

Although you haven't been on Earth for long, you should have already felt that Earth in this era is quite entertaining.

Food, drinks, music, games—everything you can imagine and more, you can find here.

Thor nodded thoughtfully.

He recalled the several large plates of roasted meat and pitchers of ice-cold beer he had devoured in celebration of the victory.

There was also the chocolate bar that Jane gave him to try—it was so sweet it was almost unbearable, but he fell in love with it at first bite.

Asgard has none of these things.

Li En leaned back slightly, a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth.

"And there's something else I need to tell you beforehand: your Asgardian gold coins are quite valuable on our Earth."

Bring your younger brother down here, find a bustling city to stay in for a few days, eat and drink well, and let him experience the feeling of being surrounded by sunshine and human warmth.

This is more effective for mental health than punching him a thousand times.

"Alright, no problem, my ally."

Thor stood up, reached for the last piece of pizza on the table, and stuffed it into his mouth.

He chewed several times with his cheeks bulging before swallowing, then stretched out his large, oily hand and shook hands firmly with Li En.

"When I get back this time, I'll teach Loki a lesson first, so he'll understand that some pranks shouldn't be played lightly."

Then I drew his blood, brought him down, and let him walk around and have some fun on this planet.

I must say, the food here is really delicious.

"What you're eating now is just what's available in this small town," Li En said with a smile, extending his hand. "When we get to New York, there's food from all over the world. You can eat something different every day, enough to last you for years."

Thor grinned, reached out and grabbed his hand, shaking it vigorously.

Li En smiled, his tone sincere and frank: "Don't forget, I'm your ally. If you need help, just ask."

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"No problem, my ally!" Thor laughed heartily as he stood up, spinning Mjolnir halfway around in his hand.

He turned around and strode up to Jane Foster.

He looked down at her, all his boldness and ruggedness softened in that instant, and his voice became very soft.

"I'll be back soon after I go back and take care of Loki's matter."

I'd like to introduce you to him later; Loki is my brother.

Jane looked up at him and nodded.

She reached out and gently patted the back of his hand.

"Don't take too long."

Sif, who was standing to the side, immediately turned her face to the other side.

Thor laughed and turned to lead the Warriors Four of Asgard toward the open sandy area outside the town.

He walked to the center of the open space, raised Thor's hammer high, and let out a wild shout towards the sky with all his might.

"Heimdall! Take me back!"

Deep in the universe, a seven-colored beam of light suddenly cleaved down from the clouds, pierced through the atmosphere, and enveloped five figures.

In a moment, the light dissipated, leaving only a circular mark scorched by the high temperature on the sand, and a few wisps of smoke still rising.

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