Super Detective in the Fictional World

Boom!

The dull sound echoed in the golden palace hall, and also passed into the heart of every creature in Asgard.

Hela, who was enjoying a sumptuous lunch on the viewing platform, raised her brows, picked up the napkin on the table and wiped the corners of her mouth, and threw away the napkin that was woven from unicorn fur and contained gorgeous moire patterns.

She stood up, stretched her hands and feet slowly, and her eyes showed a curious look: "Interesting, you dare to provoke me with the Eternal Gun, is that you? Thor."

As she said, she leaped slightly, and her body quickly flew towards the Golden Palace.

After a while, she walked into the golden palace hall and looked at the high platform throne at the end of the straight passage: "It really is you, my little brother."

Thor followed Odin's previous posture, leaning against the throne, supporting the armrest with one hand and holding the Eternal Spear in the other.

He looked at Hela, who was slowly approaching, with his gaze: "I thought you were at least an Asgardian."

"You are wrong, I am Asgard." Hela put a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth: "And you are just small bugs that are parasitic on Asgard."

Thor was not angry: "So, not only did you kill the guards, but you also arrested the civilians for interrogation, just to find the key to open the Rainbow Bridge and continue your slaughter journey?"

Hela approached step by step: "Yes, you are angry?"

Thor turned his head: "No, you make me feel sick. The biggest mistake of my father is to give birth to a freak like you, the most correct is to imprison you."

Hela's face finally became gloomy.

She didn't care if Thor scolded her for a freak.

She was angry that Thor unexpectedly came out and slapped her in prison.

Because she was really imprisoned.

"Very good." Taking a deep breath, she wiped her hands from her hair.

The originally scattered black emission was covered by the blue-black helmet like the antlers, and his hands were stretched diagonally to the sides of the body.

In the sound of the sound, two blue and black long swords popped out of her hands: "Pay the price for your arrogant words, little brother."

The figure flickered, she appeared before the throne, and a sword struck Thor's head.

Cang!

The Eternal Spear turned from vertical to horizontal, blocking the sword, and then swept across.

Hela took another sword and was swept a few steps by the spear.

Thor stood up and pointed the gun at her with one hand: "It seems that you are not strong enough, Hela."

Hela gently turned the long swords with both hands to make them dance in circles beside her: "Wait when I step on my feet, I hope you can still be so hard."

When the voice fell, she rushed again, and the two-handed long sword slashed at Thor like a storm.

Thor was not to be outdone, the golden spear danced vigorously, and slammed into the sword frantically.

Amidst the jingling of guns and swords, the two elder brothers and sisters who had bitter feuds mingled in front of his father's throne.

The difference is that Hela just simply enjoys the fight, and watched Thor a little bit by the way to defeat.

She likes to watch the enemy change from being strong and brave, to fear and despair, but in the end she can only beg her for forgiveness in a weak and poor manner.

The taste of death and despair is really wonderful.

Hela, who is addicted to violent abuse of the little brother, did not know that the defense measures of the Golden Palace had been activated, isolating internal and external communications.

Outside, the first-level clone who had arrived for a month put on a long-unused V-vest and launched a frantic attack on the skeleton soldiers.

Acting together with him, there is also a follow-up, and always maintain the number of floating forts with a hundred.

The skeleton soldier did not receive a new order from Hela, and was gradually attracted by the fierce first-degree clone.

The emergency evacuation order was issued after the Golden Palace was closed, and the people in Asgard heard Thor's voice straight into their minds.

The voice was like a repeater, repeating the evacuation method over and over again, letting everyone know what to do.

They left their homes and buildings that had been trapped for many days and rushed to the nearest evacuation point.

Hundreds of stealth ships began to enter Asgard's realm, but no alarm was issued.

Fenrir, the giant wolf snoozing in the central square of the city, raised his head vigilantly, his green eyes scanned the surroundings, and his ears moved slightly.

The fool who just appeared was already surrounded by skeleton soldiers, and he didn't bother to take care of it.

At this moment, the sound of a lot of people's actions came from my ears, which was not allowed by Hela.

Although these people are weak, it must also be shot.

Shaking its body, it ran towards the area where the crowd gathered the most.

Under drone surveillance, the first-level clone V immediately noticed this "big boss guard".

In the previous battle, he deliberately chose to be near this dead dog, just to attract it.

As a result, the dead dog was lazier than the gold nugget, just turned his head and took a look, then put down the dog's head and continued to doze.

Let the floating artillery group continue to attract skeleton soldiers and V soars into the sky.

Just when Fenrir chased a group of Asgardians who were gathering more than two hundred meters away, he suddenly felt the chrysanthemum hot, and something kept getting into its body from behind.

Then, the dull gunfire of tom tom and tom reached its ears.

Fenrir vigorously shook the uncomfortable dolphin, and his green eyes seemed to burn.

Although it died and resurrected, it was already considered a semi-dead creature, but the chrysanthemum would not be comfortable to be shot into a pile of high-explosive bullets.

It feels like an ordinary person squatting in the toilet after eating too much pepper.

The first-level clone is unmoved, the special machine gun in his hand still keeps the rhythm, firing at the tom and tom, and I still don't forget to spit in my heart: forget it, it is so ugly!Not cute at all.

Compared with the golden hair of his own dog's head and the simple expression, the dead dog in front of him was covered in black and gray dog ​​hair, and looked dirty.

Coupled with those faint green eyes and ferocious expression, it was not cute at all.

Just like this, are you embarrassed to be a dog?Lu somebody complained in his heart and used a special alloy bullet to madly paste this ugly dog ​​face.

Fenrir's old face only felt itching with needles tingling, and he couldn't help but furious, and howled to the sky: "Oh..."

A series of bullets immediately flew towards its big mouth.

Fenrir closed his mouth tightly subconsciously, and the second half of howling became pitiful: "Woo!?"

The first-level clone hovered tens of meters away, and the guns in his hand temporarily stopped firing, mocking: "The body is like a mountain, and the mouth swallows the sun and the moon? That's it?"

Fenrir was taken aback, and immediately understood: What bullets are he afraid of!This is purely driven by the discomfort of Chrysanthemum.

After a sudden realization, what followed was anger into anger.

The green light in its eyes was as if it was burning, violently fluctuating, its limbs slammed on the ground, its mouth opened, and it hit the first-level clone suspended in the air.

A huge suction force gushed from its mouth, covering the first-degree clone, and the black cloak behind it slammed forward and rolled forward.

Being rolled forward with the cloak, there is also the clone himself.

The first avatar tilted his head and stared at the huge mouth of the abyss: "I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell."

Before he could say anything, his body accelerated and rushed towards Fenrir's big mouth.