48 Hours a Day

Thor's gaze swept over the people present again, "What do you want me to do?"

"We... want to borrow your hammer for a use." The owner of the biscuits shop didn't sell it, and said straightforwardly.

"Only I can use my hammer, not a cat or a dog..." Thor said something suddenly, his eyes cold, "You want me to kill for you?"

"Yes."

"Who to kill?"

There is no need for the owner of the biscuits shop to speak again. Someone has already come up with a person on his back. The person has his hands and feet tied up with nylon rope, and his head is covered by a kraft paper bag. He can barely tell that he should be a man, and his age is not It was too big, but not too small. There was a lot of blood on his body. It should have been a fierce battle, but that was a long time ago. At the moment, he was still in a coma and had no reaction at all.

"Is that him?" Thor frowned.

"Yes," the owner of the biscuits shop nodded.

"What hate does he have with you, is he not paying for your biscuits?"

"It's okay for you to take it this way, how? I'm not wrong, this matter is very easy for you, and it will not waste any time for you. Just pick up your hammer and hit his head. Then you can get what you want."

Hearing this, Thor looked at the people on the ground again, holding his hammer, standing in place, as if thinking about whether the deal was worthwhile.

The others in the room looked at Thor with hopeful eyes, waiting for his answer, but they did not expect that the next moment Thor would strode directly to the man on the ground with his hands and feet tied up, and then Reached out and tore off the brown paper bag on his head.

When he saw the person below, Thor was stunned, "I've seen this guy! He is a new god that has only appeared in the last two hundred years, and he seems to be... some mechanical god."

The owner of the biscuits shop could not stop him, so he could only admit, "Yes, he is the one we asked you to kill."

"What kind of grudge does he have with you?" Thor asked, but he soon understood, "He has no grudge with you, and since he has fallen into your hands, there has been no chance of resistance. So you don’t want to kill him at all, but you want me to kill him, I understand."

Thor's gaze when looking at the owner of the biscuits shop became cold, "Although I am reckless, I am not a fool. It is said that his weight in the new god is not small, and I am a famous person in the old god. If he also died In my hand, the new god and the old god won’t work if they don’t want to fight, but if that’s the case, I have a question to ask. You are so painstakingly trying to provoke the new god and the old god. What is the purpose of this war?"

"It's just to live," the owner of the biscuits shop did not hide. "To live is the only wish of our group. If we continue to stay in this lifeless town, one of us will disappear silently like this. "

"With all due respect, even if there is really a big battle, if you have a strength like yours, you can't even protect yourself, how many of them are really possible to profit from?" Thor sneered, "It's just a group of dying. Human wishful thinking."

"Wishful thinking is better than no hope at all." The man with the birthmark on his face also urged, "What are you waiting for, son of Odin, do it now."

When Thor heard this, he was not anxious to swing the hammer, "After all this, you have not proved that my wife is indeed in your hands."

"How do you want us to prove it? Bring her to you, you are Thor, and we are not your opponents when we add up. If you break your promise and get fat, we can just take people away. , On the contrary, if you kill people first, we can't beat you, so of course we dare not deceive you." The owner of the biscuits shop said.

When Thor saw the opposite, he was unwilling to show evidence, but he suddenly stared into the eyes of the person with the birthmark on his face. "You didn't recognize me when we walked in before, and you didn't know that I was taken from the organizing committee. It’s a special thing, and I said later that you don’t know what shit Sif is. You don’t even know where my wife is. You just lied to me to kill people from start to finish, right?!"

When it came to the last sentence, Thor had already raised the hammer in his hand, and his hair and beard were full.

The man with the scar on the face he questioned was so scared that he took three steps back and sat directly on the ground.

The crowd became commotion, including the face of the owner of the biscuits shop.

And those who heard this were not just the dying people in the tube building, but also a man and a woman with a telescope and a headset upstairs one kilometer away from another building.

The woman among them was chewing gum while tweeting, "Didn't that guy say that Thor is the most brainless of all A-level gods? I didn't expect to be seen through in the end."

The man's expression was very serious, "The main reason is that the gods living in seclusion here are too weak. Even if we hand over the God of Machine to them half a month in advance, they don't have any decent arrangements."

"Really, if I didn't see it with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that there are gods who can be so miserable. Some sell biscuits, some sell fake shoes, and even the air conditioner can't even turn on the air conditioner. It's the shame of the gods. "

The man said indifferently, "The boss said that gods are inferior creations compared to humans. They have powerful divine power, but unfortunately they have no growth potential. They are bound by those legends and stories, just like puppets. , The behavioral logic is stereotyped, and it is impossible to even learn any lessons from the mistakes I have made."

"But you also have to admit that some of these guys are indeed outrageous, such as Thor in front of me." The woman licked her lips. She had already seen a dark cloud covering the tube building and the nearby streets. The sound was rolling, the electric current was looming, just like the end of the world, I couldn't help but licked his lips, "Is this the power of a grade?"

"Since the fish has entered the net, it's the hunter's turn to appear next." The man put down the telescope in his hand, "Tell the straw hat group, get ready to do it, Simon can kill the plague of one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse alone, we Can't so many people still be able to deal with a Grade A?"

"I'm finally going to get real, these days I'm almost boring just to deal with small fishes and shrimps." The woman became excited when she heard that, "This time we should also be able to see how the God Killing Bullet can do to a grade gods. How much harm has been caused, we have data to evaluate the next actions."

"Let’s focus on the present, and finish the task that the boss gave us before talking about other things."