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

Chapter 150 The Family Drama Begins

Finally, there was sound in the meeting room.

Some people started whispering to each other, while others adjusted their ties with trembling hands.

Some people stared at the hole in the ceiling where dust was still falling, their mouths agape, unable to close them for a long time.

Li En ignored them.

He lowered his head and focused his gaze on the scepter in his hand.

The top of the staff is inlaid with a gem that glows with a pale blue light, the light soft and steady, very similar to the deep sea blue that constantly surges inside the Cosmic Cube.

But this is just a disguise.

He knew better than anyone that the gem's real name was neither the Cosmic Cube nor the Hypercube.

The Mind Stone—one of the Infinity Stones.

Now that the item was in his hands, he had no intention of returning it.

He turned around, gripping his scepter, and faced the various dignitaries present.

"Please vote for me in three days."

After saying that, he strode towards the gate.

The crowd automatically parted to the sides, and no one blocked his way.

He pushed open the banquet hall door, and the night breeze blew in through the cracks, carrying the unique smell of Lower Manhattan mixed with the warmth of the river and exhaust pipes.

Li En walked over, took the bicycle, straddled the seat, and slowly rode back towards the Manhattan Police Department, pedaling.

Loki's head has been buzzing ever since he received a "fatherly" education from Thor.

Thor clearly had no intention of reasoning with him.

He used the most traditional Asgardian method of persuasion—his fists.

After the punches, we'll talk about reason; after the reasoning, we'll throw two more punches.

This went on for several rounds until Loki finally agreed to go with him. Thor then picked him up from the ground and carried him all the way to the Helicarrier.

There was even a room specially built inside the mothership to hold aliens.

The room is made of transparent reinforced glass panels on all four sides, and inside there is nothing but a metal chair fixed to the ground.

Loki was shoved inside by Thor like a disobedient cat, and the glass door slid shut behind him with a muffled thud as if the air pressure had locked in.

Luo Ji stood behind the glass panel, his gaze sweeping over the transparent yet unbreakable barrier, passing through the faces of the row of people standing outside.

Thor, Nick Fury, Natasha, Barton, Coulson.

He looked at them one by one, scanning them repeatedly, his brows furrowing slightly.

"You didn't let that Li En come up?"

Nick Fury picked up almost immediately, his tone laced with undisguised amusement: "What, you really want Lee En to come over?"

Loki's voice suddenly rose, bursting from the depths of his throat, so sharp it almost split the tone: "That guy trampled on the dignity of the gods! He must kneel before me before I will tell you the whereabouts of the Tesseract!"

"Is that so?" Nick Fury replied dismissively, his tone as indifferent as if he were dismissing a street vendor.

He turned around and gestured with his chin toward Natasha, Barton, and Coulson, and the three of them followed at the same time.

The footsteps faded into the distance on the metal deck, soon disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Thor was the only one left in front of the glass panel.

Thor walked to the glass and stood still.

He didn't speak, but just looked at Loki, who was locked inside, his eyes filled with some extremely complex emotions.

Anger, exhaustion, heartache, and a trace of guilt that I couldn't suppress.

These mixed emotions weighed down his usually high-spirited face, making it appear somewhat gloomy.

"Loki," he began, his voice low.

"We, Asgard and Midgard, have a covenant from ancient times. How can we, as sons of Odin, the king of the gods, break this covenant?"

Loki's face, which had been showing some anger, suddenly relaxed.

He looked at his brother's sincere face outside the glass, his lips twitching to one side, a coldness seeping from between his teeth.

"My dear brother, what are you talking about? Weren't you the one who started the war against the Frost Giants? Does that mean our ancient alliance with them was a lie?"

He paused for a moment, and the last bit of warmth in his eyes faded completely.

"If we're talking about breaking the alliance, you were the one who started it first. Didn't you?"

Thor opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Loki is right.

Regardless of how much Loki's provocation and whispers he listened to at the time, the final decision was his own.

He himself was the one who issued the order to go to war.

He himself was the one who led the army into Jotunheim.

He couldn't shift the blame onto Loki.

He took a deep breath, changed his perspective, and his voice carried an almost pleading sincerity: "Even without mentioning the ancient covenant, I have already formed an alliance with Li En."

Doesn't that mean you and him are allies? We're brothers.

"brother?"

Loki's lips twitched.

He turned around and paced back and forth in the glass room.

The leather shoes made a monotonous and hollow sound as they stepped on the metal floor.

His mouth opened and closed intermittently, as if he had something stuck in his throat.

After repeating this several times, he turned around, walked back to the glass panel, and looked at Thor through the window. His voice was much lower and colder than before.

"That guy named Li En should have already told you, right?"

Loki didn't finish his sentence, but Thor's reaction said it all.

Thor's facial muscles froze for a moment, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, the kind that only comes when something has struck a nerve.

Loki shook his head and asked again, "When did you find out?"

Thor was silent for a moment before answering, his voice a little dry: "Just a short while ago, when he drew your blood."

"That's more like it." Loki's voice suddenly exploded, his face contorted as if it had been torn apart from the inside.

"You probably already know! I am the Frost Giant! Odin, the King of Gods, is not my father! We are not brothers! So what does your covenant have to do with me?"

His roar echoed through the glass room, making his own shoulders tremble slightly.

He only learned about this recently.

From childhood to adulthood, he was always proud to be the son of Odin, the king of the gods.

No matter how outrageous his pranks were, he never truly intended to betray Asgard or Odin.

It wasn't until the truth was revealed layer by layer that he discovered he had been an abandoned baby who had been picked up from the beginning.

"No, Loki." Thor's voice rose as he pressed his palm against the glass wall, the warmth of his hand leaving a small, blurry mark on the cold panel.

"We are brothers, and Mother has always loved you—isn't that right?"

Upon hearing the words "Mother," Loki's expression relaxed for an extremely brief moment.

It felt like something had been gently touched deep within his heart, and he quickly suppressed that feeling.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled the stale air that had been pressing on his chest since he roared.

Then he turned around, walked to the center of the room, and sat down cross-legged.

He placed his hands on his knees, closed his eyes, and said no more.

Thor stood outside the glass, looking at him like this, and finally realized that there was no point in saying anything anymore.

He withdrew his hand from the glass, turned around, and walked towards the laboratory.