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Chapter 154 Loki, the God of Deception

When Thor arrived at the imprisonment chamber, the special hatch used to trap Loki had already slid open automatically.

Loki walked out step by step from inside, his hands behind his back.

His steps were unhurried, his shoes making a steady, crisp sound as he walked from his living room to the dining room.

"Go back, Loki. You're not smart enough to outsmart Lee En."

Thor roared and lunged at Loki with his arms outstretched.

I plan to do what I did countless times when I was a child: just scoop my younger brother up by the waist and push him back into the room.

Just as his body was about to touch Loki, Loki bent down slightly and opened his arms.

A subtle smile played on her lips, as if she were welcoming her beloved brother with a long-awaited embrace.

Then Thor passed through his body.

There was no sensation, no impact.

His hands went through Loki's chest and out his back, causing him to stumble and fall.

He plunged headfirst into the special chamber that was originally used to imprison Loki.

The glass door behind him slid shut and locked the instant his heel crossed the threshold, emitting a low, muffled thud of air pressure sealing.

Thor whirled around and braced himself against the glass panel.

Loki was still standing outside, his hands still behind his back, his posture as composed as if he had just checkmated his opponent on the chessboard.

The positions of the two people were thus reversed.

"You never learn, dear brother. How many times have I fooled you with this illusion magic?"

Loki's voice was low, but his tone was cheerful.

"Loki, open the door right now!" Thor didn't waste any words with him. He gripped Mjolnir tightly in his right hand, grabbed it, and slammed it down on the hatch.

With a loud bang, the entire hatch shook violently, and several cracks instantly appeared on the glass panel, spreading outwards from the point of impact.

Even the metal frame that held the door in place creaked under the strain, and several bolts loosened half a turn from their anchor holes.

Thor looked at the cracks, grinned, and said with an air of self-assured confidence, "This thing can hold you, but it can't hold me."

"That's true." Loki stood outside the glass, his tone flat.

"In terms of pure power, you are far superior to me. There's nothing I can do about it; you are the son of Odin, while I am not."

When he finished speaking, his voice dropped to a low hue.

All the composure, sarcasm, and elegance on that face were instantly covered by something colder and harder.

Thor didn't even have time to swing his hammer a second time.

He held Mjolnir's right hand, which was suspended in mid-air, as if he had been nailed to the spot by something.

His lips moved several times before he managed to squeeze out the words, each syllable carrying an almost pleading urgency: "What are you saying? We're brothers!"

"Is that so?" Loki didn't look at him.

He turned around and walked to the control panel in the corner of the room, his finger hovering over the row of buttons, ready to press them.

A gunshot rang out behind him.

Loki's finger stopped in mid-air, and he slowly turned his head.

Coulson stood at the corner of the corridor, holding a specially made firearm with both hands. The gun barrel was noticeably thicker than that of a standard weapon, and the muzzle was steadily pointed at Loki's chest.

His finger was pressed firmly against the trigger, his breathing was steady, and he stood upright.

"Please don't move, Mr. Loki." Coulson moved forward slowly, each step taken with great steadiness, his gaze never leaving Loki for even an inch.

"Please open the hatch and walk back yourself."

He took two more steps forward, raised the muzzle of the gun slightly, and aimed it at the center of Loki's chest.

His tone remained professional and restrainedly polite.

"You should have noticed that the gun I have is completely different from the standard equipment of ordinary agents."

It is a new type of weapon that was reverse-engineered based on the fragments of the Destroyer armor you sent to Earth last time.

I believe it is powerful enough to penetrate your body.

I don't want to create any diplomatic trouble, so please cooperate—open the hatch.

Coulson approached step by step.

Loki stood still, making no move to resist, even raising his hands slightly as if to indicate that he would not act rashly.

Then Coulson suddenly felt a sharp, piercing pain in his back.

He looked down and saw a gleaming sword tip piercing through the center of his chest, stained with still-steaming dark red blood.

His finger loosened the trigger.

All the strength in my body drained away in a very short time, like water in a bathtub with the plug pulled.

His legs went weak, and he slowly slid down the metal wall beside him, leaving a dark red trail on the ground.

Loki appeared behind him at some point.

He released his grip on the hilt of the short sword, letting the blade remain in Coulson's back, and looked down at the man who was slowly sliding down, his face devoid of any extra expression.

"Loki, you bastard!" Thor slammed his fist into the glass panel inside the isolation chamber, causing the entire glass to tremble violently under his punch.

His gaze was fixed on Loki, and arcs of electricity were already flashing and jumping uncontrollably deep in his pupils.

On the arm holding Mjolnir, pale blue electricity spread upwards along the muscle lines of the forearm.

Colson is no stranger.

Starting in New Mexico, this man, who always had a gentle smile and carried a Captain America card in his pocket, had been helping him.

They drank together and chatted around the campfire.

During Thor's most desperate period, when he couldn't even lift his hammer, Coulson was one of the few people who didn't think of him as a madman.

And now, his own younger brother is right in front of him, delivering the fatal blow.

unacceptable.

Loki turned around and walked back towards the control panel.

He didn't even glance at the sword hilt left on Coulson's back as he passed by.

He spoke as he walked, his tone as relaxed as if discussing the weather: "Illusion magic, it really works, doesn't it?"

His gaze fell on Thor.

Behind the glass panel, Thor's entire body was already crackling with dense electric arcs.

The power of thunder was accumulating within him at a visible speed, and even the surrounding air began to crackle slightly.

Without hesitation, Loki pressed the detach button on the control panel.

The metal floor at the bottom of the detention cell suddenly sprang open.

The entire special compartment lost all support within a fraction of a second.

Along with Thor, who was frantically accumulating lightning power inside, they plummeted from the belly of the space carrier.

Thor's lightning power, which he had accumulated to half its maximum, suddenly went out of control in the weightless state.

In the spinning, plummeting cabin, he was like a marble tossed into a washing machine, constantly crashing against the ceiling and floor.

wall.

Each impact shattered the electricity he had just gathered into pieces.

Mjolnir spun wildly in his hands, trying to steady his body.

But in free fall without any reference points, even Thor's hammer cannot find a fulcrum to exert force.

Just like Hulk, who had been pinned down by Mjolnir before, he was pulled by gravity and slammed straight to the ground.

"Loki!!"

Thor's roar faded into the distance.

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