Super Detective in the Fictional World

Of those present at S.H.I.E.L.D., Phil was a Class Six agent with the highest rank, while Seatwell was only a Class Four agent.

And Phil was supposed to be in charge of the mission, and Seattleville could only count his men.

Skinny Agent Seatwell, too, is not really brain deficient.

From the very beginning, he wanted to do something so he could bring down a bunch of agents to die and get S.H.I.E.L.D. to get involved with these powerful aliens, and both sides took the blood feud, and it wasn't that easy to solve it.

And this will also clog Phil and hinder the progress of this Nickfried iron.

But now it's all settled, and Seattleville can't go on.

Once it was too obvious, Phil would definitely send him back to Internal Affairs for an investigation, which would delay him a lot.

Now he is at best a momentary impulse, the Ministry of the Interior has their people, go back to the walking field and admit that nothing wrong will happen.

Phil's backstage is a Nick Fury, but his backstage is a third of S.H.I.E.L.D., who's afraid of who?

Thinking about it, he shut his mouth silently.

Thor looked at Phil and looked good.

Compared to that bald head, he can't say he's fond of this smiling middle-aged man, but at least he doesn't hate it.

Even when he was questioned in there, his attitude was merely business and did not insult the dignity of His Majesty Prince Asgard.

Well, and this smile... how do you get to know each other a little?

He couldn't help but look a few dozen meters away at the young man who was getting his four little buddies out of the cement pile.

Looking back at this middle-aged man in front of him, and the names of the two of them, he realized something in his heart and nodded immediately: “OK, so I'll be straight with you...”

Luke didn't really care what Phil and Thor said.

Phil the good old man's pie, absolutely hated him only the bad guys, and none of the vengeful masters really hated him.

Even Tony, the most arrogant, was impatient with Phil the other day, but he wasn't a pain in the ass.

This kind of person is best suited for people to communicate with.

Luke focused his attention on the Three Samurais and Siv, especially Siv.

Of course, he didn't think of adding color to the head of a great prince from another direction.

It's just that Sieve is the Asgardian most likely to build a pure friendship with him, and who's going to let her be the only woman in these five little partners?

How high is Sieve?

If Thor succeeds to the throne, she will be the new King Asgard's most trusted general and even the king's chief of the Kingsguard.

That's something that a lot of movie watchers wouldn't think of.

But when Luke met Sieve and learned something, he moved his mind a little.

Besides, once Siv is grateful to him at some point in time, her list of abilities will be open to him.

It is very unlikely that this female samurai will be able to learn systematically if she wants to have Odin protection.

She also loves learning a little more than the general Tor, and Asgard should know more about the basics.

After all, Thor is the future king, and the king does not need to know too much about the middle and lower levels of technology, just master the core power.

Hef, the future king's general, must have more knowledge in order to be able to take up this position.

So when Luke put her on a slanted, flat piece of cement, she thanked him despite her bleak face.

Luke just smiled: "Don't be discouraged. As long as you live, everything is possible. If he dies, then there's no chance. ”

Siv couldn't help but stand still: “You...”

Luke pointed to the wrecked body of the Destroyer: “That thing is amazing, but you're strong too, don't be discouraged. ”

Siv suddenly said, "Thank you. ”

She almost thought Luke was talking about Dr. Thor and Dr. Jane over there.

His words made her realize that Dr. Jane was only a man of the earth, and that he would die in just a few decades, and was unlikely to be an obstacle between himself and Thor.

But Luke seemed to think she was lost because of the devastated.

It was a misunderstanding, but it also reminded her.

She and Thor have a long way to go, and she really doesn't have to rush.

Luke just said those two words and took out the three samurai beside him.

These three are a little miserable, but that's it.

And just for a few minutes, they started spitting blood from serious injuries, and they became spiritual, at least not looking like they were dying.

Worstag even slapped Luke on the shoulder with a bus clap: "Son, you have a warrior's heart. Though you are weak, you are a qualified warrior. ”

Luke felt his clicking shoulder skeleton, grinning bitterly: “You have to show mercy, or I won't be able to hold this shoulder. ”

Worstag was stunned, and Hogan, the shackled man who was first laid out next to him, laughed. “This kid is nice. He speaks very well. ”

Vandal, the swordsman, limping, using his own sheathed sword as a cane, and Luke's help, also walked back hard: “Not only does he have enough courage, he has enough brains. Without him tonight, we'd be beaten to the ground by all the Destroyers in two minutes, tops. So, speaking of brains, he can be your teacher. ”

Luke still smiled: “I think I'm too weak to move my mind. A strong man like Thor can defeat all opponents just by coming up in distress. ”

In other words, the three samurai nodded all together: "That's right.” Everyone thought the kid was really nice to talk to.

Luke laughed without saying a word.

These three and Siv are Tor's little buddies and powdered iron, and praising Tor in front of them is better than praising themselves.

Settling these four people, Luke looked down on his side not far from here and shrunk his head behind the cement block, looking over here at Daisy, waving at her.

She hesitated, or ran over and said, "Is there anything I can do to help?” Nevertheless, her gaze was constantly measured on the four lying down.

Luke: “It's nothing, it's just that you don't have to hide that far. They're Tor's friends, and they don't mind looking at you for a second. ”

Daisy hey, smiling, turning the glance into a sweep.

Vandal, the bayonet, was the most romantic of these people, and he laughed, "Your little girlfriend? ”

Luke shrugged: “Friend, she's Dr. Jane's student. ”

When the four of them listen, they don't care.

It's not combative, it's okay. The Midgarts, they don't exist.

There's a couple of folks over here, and Thor and Phil over there are quick to come to terms.

Restored the divine power of Thor, full of gas.

After countless years of war, many diplomatic tactics have long been familiar with his mind and, more importantly, Asgard has always been the powerful crush on the side.

He doesn't need to care too much about the other person's thoughts as long as he speaks the official language, shows his purpose, and then accepts them.

In fact, he didn't ask for anything from Phil, even a great deal of goodwill.

Except for the fact that the language was straightforward and the process was not discussed, everything was fine.

Phil doesn't have any opinions, and opinions can only be withheld.