Marvel's magnetic field rotation

"A strange ceiling..."

Donald Black opened his eyes and realized that what he saw was not the attic where he was temporarily staying, but the home of the townspeople who picked him up and gave him his name.

And now, what he saw was not even the ceiling, but a white opaque tarp.

I took another look at myself. My body was fixed with the iron bed underneath by a restraint belt. I couldn't move a minute, and I was still losing a bit. There was also a vital sign that was monitoring vital signs in real time.

"Who am I... Oh, I am Donald Black. This should be a hospital-like place, but why am I here?"

Talking to himself for a while, and then Donald Black felt pain all over his body, dizzy and nauseous, as if he had been beaten violently.

I have to say that working as a nurse in a hospital is still very useful. Under the influence of Donald Black, he mastered some basic medical attempts, and quickly judged that he had amnesia due to a concussion... just who beat him up ?

What was the reason that the man beat himself up?Retaliation?

No matter which country there is medical trouble, Donald Black has not encountered one or two incidents a day during his work in the hospital. It is not unusual for him to be tall and strong, and he has a good fighting skills. The work of hospital security has offended many people.

It is very possible to be retaliated against by those people. After all, two fists are harder than four hands. The opponent teamed up to engage in crowd tactics, or carried weapons such as baseball bats. Donald Black was only lying on the ground. Hammered copies.

"Ahem."

A tall man approached the room and coughed to attract Donald Black's attention: "You woke up."

Donald Black tried his best to lift his head and saw a burly person walking in, but the white coat on him should be someone like a doctor.

"Do you remember how you got here?" Wei Xiuming asked Donald Black.

Two hours ago, Donald Black, carrying a pair of wire cutters, came to this base on foot from the town. Taking advantage of the darkness, he avoided the sentry post with his tempered skills, broke the barbed wire, and sneaked into the corridor. , And went straight to Thor's Hammer.

But at the door of the room, I ran into Wei Xiuming who was aware, and he was blocked on the spot.

What Wei Xiuming meant was to find a place where two people could have a good talk, drink coffee and chat with each other, then call Coleson, ask the top officer of the foundation to approve it, and then let the outsider Donald Black treat Thor. The hammer made contact-although before them, more than one-fifth of the people in the surrounding towns had touched the hammer, but now S.H.I.E.L.D. has taken over, the procedure must be followed.

But Donald Black refused, stubbornly thinking that Wei Xiuming came to prevent him from contacting the hammer, and regarded Wei Xiuming, who was not wearing a white coat, as an agent of SHIELD and directly fought him.

Although Odin deprived Sol’s divine power and memory, the skills he constantly honed in various star fields are firmly remembered by Sol’s body. Once Donald Black takes a shot, it is compared to the best on earth. The martial artist is not too much.

After all, people are a long-life species. The practice of moves can take hundreds of years to carry out, and it can take thousands of years to fully understand the moves from actual combat. Unless some protagonist's aura is added to the role, otherwise the decades of How can tempering surpass the practice of others several times the time.

Today, it is a real possibility that Donald Black will be brought down by Donald Black without using weapons, but it is a pity that he is facing Wei Xiuming.

After letting the opponent three moves, Wei Xiuming took the shot. Even if he didn't use the power of the magnetic field, he was still able to sling Donald Black at this time. Only the sea tiger blasting punch of the move was the only opportunity to beat the blond brat. Nothing. After a set of tricks came down, Donald Black fainted directly.

Then he was sent to the infirmary, where the doctor treated the wound and waited for him to wake up.

"I can't think of it anymore." Donald Black recalled, only the memory of leaving here after bidding farewell to the old man who invited him to drink in the tavern, the rest of the impression was gone.

Untie the restraint belt for him, Wei Xiuming then asked: "So, what about your name, do you remember your name?"

"My name is Donald Black."

"No, I mean your original name." Wei Xiuming looked at the man on the hospital bed and said pointily.

Perhaps it was the butterfly effect, or the ripples of time. Although the general trend was consistent with what he remembered, the experience of Thor, the God of Thunder, was very different in memory.

For example, it was not only the power of God, but also the memory that found Sol was deprived; it was not the Star Wars Queen who found him... Astronomer Jane Foster, but a townsman in the small town, between the fallen prince and mortals The love that only lasted a movie didn't even start at all.

And perhaps he doesn’t have the pride of being a Prince of Asgard, this Donald Black is much easier to get along with... the townspeople in this small town can testify, and even the head nurse of the hospital where he works is quite ridiculous to this tall rash Envy, and still aiming at his character rather than his body.

Only sometimes, Donald Black still inherited some of Thor's shortcomings, for example, if he does something without considering the consequences, he knows a fool.

Hearing Wei Xiuming's words, Donald Black suddenly understood something, and sat up abruptly. Then, his face turned pale and dizzy, he lay back again, covering his forehead with the hand that didn't hit the bottle and asked: " What's wrong with me?"

"You bumped your head before, and now this is a symptom of a concussion, it is not serious, stay in bed for a period of time, pay attention to nutrition, you will soon recover."

Wei Xiuming said in a hurry, but in fact, Donald Black's symptoms were not a concussion, but anemia. It was definitely uncomfortable to be pumped out of 500cc of blood at one time.

Even though it was very uncomfortable, Donald Black still asked one thing he cared about most: "Doctor, you should know me, do you know my past? Who am I?"

Sure enough, my subconscious mind was right. The hammer was the key to retrieving my past. Although the process was different from what I had imagined, the result was finally achieved.

"I don't know you, and you don't know me, but I don't know who you are, and I can tell you who you are." Wei Xiuming said slowly, and then the conversation turned: "But you do Do you understand the consequences of your past experience?"