Marvel's God-level Mage

Chapter 53 Thor Returns
"At that time, my perceptual ability was so strong that I couldn't describe it. I could recognize colors that I had never known before. I could hear every drop of rain falling. I could feel the coordination of every muscle. I was lightning, I was thunder. Voice, at that time, I was a god, and I had the vision of a god..."

Looking at the eloquent Donald Blake in front of her, Jane Foster felt extremely ridiculous for a moment. Their people were still researching a Thor's Hammer of unknown origin in New Mexico, but in front of her, her ex-boyfriend , since he declared that he possessed the personality of God, and possessed the personality of Thor, he himself was Thor, the impact of all this was really too great for her.

However, Donald Blake's next sentence brought the incredible Jane Foster, who covered her mouth in surprise, back to reality.

"This is a typical schizophrenic reaction, Jane. When you feel like a god, you will believe that you are a god." Donald Blake laughed like a child.

"It's really crazy." Jane Foster also laughed, and her rationality completely returned at this moment.

The two walked and chatted, and slowly returned to the door of the clinic. Jane Foster analyzed seriously: "...but that's not you, it's you who keep claiming the Norse god of thunder, and it doesn't look like yourself. "

"Vikings or something!" Donald Blake had already relaxed at this time, and opened the door while saying, "I don't know if it's because I was fascinated by them when I was young, and I don't have any impression of them before. Have you Remembering in a dream that you could actually fly and not knowing how I forgot. I felt like that, remembering that I was Thor, that Donald Blake was just a character I played."

Jane Foster, who was pushing the door behind Donald Blake, felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on her at this moment. No sound at all.

At this time, Donald Blake did not notice Jane Foster's reaction, but raised his cane, and continued: "The question now is, what to do with this stick, I have no idea about it No clue, I want to research it..."

"Don't, Don!" Jane Foster shuddered, and her whole body reacted instantly. She grabbed her ex-boyfriend's arm and begged extremely firmly: "Don't, Don, please, don't touch it, you either Throw it away or give it to a professional to study, damn it, you have no idea what you're messing with."

The night Loki attacked the Thor's Hammer base, Jane Foster passed out immediately, and had no memory of what happened afterwards.

But most of SHIELD's surveillance equipment was still operating normally that night, and it faithfully recorded everything it saw. After waking up, Jane Foster also carefully watched the surveillance video.

Tony Stark and Zhou Yang showed that they were strong enough, but Loki, who kept raiding them, behaved more relaxed and casual, and they didn't even know how Loki disappeared in the end.

It was not easy for Zhou Yang to have the opportunity to inflict a serious injury on Loki, but with this kind of power gathered, there was indeed nothing near Thor's Hammer.

Even if that person is the evil god Loki in Norse mythology, maybe he is the evil god Loki in Norse mythology, his strength is already so powerful, then if Thor, the god of thunder, who is even stronger than him, if he exerts his full strength, he will be terrifying again. To what extent?

At that time, will her Donald Blake still exist, and even if it does exist, will it be Donald Blake or Thor?
"I really think you should get rid of it. I have a few friends who are studying related fields. How about..." Jane Foster was still confirming that Donald Blake gave up his cane, but at this time Donald Blake Blake's attitude was as stubborn as ever.

"I won't be stupid, Jane, I promise." Donald Blake held his cane, comforting and begging at the same time: "Please don't tell this matter, in case some crazy criminal snatches it away What if I transform into a god like Zeus?"

"I'm not joking." Jane Foster said anxiously: "Can we stop worrying about these things and run the clinic with peace of mind."

"Us?" Donald Blake looked at Jane Foster with a half-smile, and the meaning of his words could not be more clear.

Jane Foster became a little annoyed: "You know where the point is, Don! Clinic, do you remember? That's your dream, not that kind of broken stick. Do you really think he's more important than you? Is your clinic more important?"

"Nothing is more important to me than the clinic, Jane." Donald Blake suddenly reached out and grabbed Jane Foster's hand, and said with some emotion: "To be honest, you are equally important to me."

"Hmph!" Jane Foster snorted coldly, trying to pull back her hand, but Donald Blake's grip was so tight that she couldn't pull it back at all, and to be honest, she was useless What a strength.

Donald Blake took advantage of the situation and pulled Jane Foster back into his arms, and the two got closer...

More than half an hour later, Jane Foster and Donald Blake walked out of the clinic office. Because the two of them went for a walk in the Central Park, most of the patients had already left. Donald Blake grabbed Jane Foster. Holding Te's hand, he said happily to everyone: "Everyone, I'm sorry, I can't open the champagne to celebrate now, but I decided to open the door again tomorrow morning. This afternoon is a holiday."

"Congratulations, you are reconciled again, hehe, but I have to remind you that you are responsible for cleaning the office yourself, no one will help you." The words of nurse Lina made Jane Foster's face once again. It's flushed red.

Just when the whole clinic became a little more relaxed, with a "bang", the door of the clinic was pushed open, and a tall and strong man with a long black beard and a black overcoat suddenly walked in. Entering the clinic, he was holding a gun in his right hand, while his left hand was supporting a young man with blond hair, while clutching the young man's chest tightly, bleeding profusely.

There is no doubt that these two people have just experienced a gun battle. The blond young man has no strength, not even breathing much. He is dragged on the ground with blood dripping from the outside of the clinic. I became tense for a moment.

A "bang" gunshot made everyone's bodies tremble. The tall bearded man held his gun tightly, frowned, and said coldly and anxiously: "I need a doctor now, miss, Hurry up that one."

"Find a way to call the police." Donald Blake held Jane Foster down, then stood up from the chair, leaning on a cane with one hand, and stretched out the other hand to indicate that he was harmless, and then said to the long beard : "I'm the doctor of this clinic, Linna, help the child to the bed quickly and check the blood pressure."

After all, this is Manhattan, where light and darkness meet, this side is the most prosperous Hollywood Boulevard, and behind the tall buildings, countless evil things happen every day.

Not only Donald Blake is familiar with all this, even Jane Foster is no stranger. Imperial University is one of the top universities in New York. famous slums.

It's okay during the day, but in the dead of night, the students of the school don't dare to stay on the streets outside, because they don't know when, maybe every time you are unlucky, you are very likely to be arrested, or even directly Getting hit by a stray bullet, these things have happened before.

Just as Donald Blake cut off the clothes on the chest of the blond young man to treat him, the long beard behind him suddenly couldn't help but said: "Our father and I went to do a one-ticket transaction, but a security guard at the bank Be brave enough to fire a shot and he hit my son, my boy, so I took his life, so doc, please fix him."

"His gunshot wound is serious. He is bleeding internally. I don't know what I can do. I am missing a lot of things here. He should be sent to the emergency room now." Donald Blake wiped the back of his hand with the only blood. He rubbed his forehead, then turned around and looked at the bearded man.

"It's not that complicated, doctor." The gun in the bearded man's hand was raised all of a sudden, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at Donald Blake, staring at him with painful and cold eyes: "If you save him, you will save him." Fate, if he dies, I will kill you. I am such a son, if he dies, then everything else will not matter."

Donald Blake frowned tightly. He glanced at the bearded man angrily, then turned around, and quickly operated on the young man.

There was no way, the wound of this young man was bleeding very quickly. If he could not find the wound quickly and suture it to stop the bleeding, he would die soon.

Moreover, in this clinic, except for Donald Blake himself, no one else has undergone surgery, and no one else can help him at all.

This is not something difficult to understand. When doctors like them perform operations, several familiar doctors have always formed a team to perform operations together. Some nurses are even seconded from the hospital, or to be precise. It is said that once they have surgery, it is all underground surgery.

A clinic like theirs is not qualified to perform surgery.

Just as Donald Blake was performing the operation with all his strength, the harsh siren sounded suddenly, and the police came.

"You are surrounded, hurry up and surrender, we know you are inside." The police outside yelled loudly through the loudspeaker, but the bearded man inside just frowned and cursed impatiently: "Really! A haunting pack of moles."

Jane Foster glanced at Donald Blake and shook her head slightly.

She didn't call the police now, she didn't have time to press the alarm, the police should have found them following the blood on the ground, and at this time Donald was still doing the operation wholeheartedly, as if he hadn't been hurt at all. outside influences.

And at this time, Jane Foster suddenly felt the eyes of the bearded man fell on her, and before she could do anything, the bearded man strode over and grabbed her.

Feeling the cold muzzle of the gun against her forehead, Jane Foster immediately stopped all struggles. She knew that she must not stimulate the other party at this time, otherwise, once the other party went crazy and out of control, anything might happen, so Too many things have been reported on TV.

"Listen to me, I have four innocent people here, I will shoot one of them now, no jokes, if you dare to act rashly, I will kill the others." At this time, he made a cruel decision, he wanted to kill Jane Foster.

not good!

Jane Foster didn't worry about her own safety at this moment, because at this moment, she knew that the bearded man's actions had stimulated someone who shouldn't be stimulated, and the rumbling thunder sounded, and Jane Foster Psychologically know that everything is too late.

"Let go of that woman, coward, I won't say another word." Thor's voice was still far from Donald Blake's. At this time, Jane Foster was held hostage by the beard and turned around. He also saw clearly Thor, who was wearing a silver helmet, a silver battle armor, and a red cloak.

Jane Foster only had Thor in her eyes, and didn't care about anything else that happened. Almost in the blink of an eye, the beard holding him was knocked into the air by the whirling Thor's Hammer, hitting him hard. It hit the wall, knocking out cracks in the wall.

At this time, Jane Foster had been rescued by Thor. Thor put her on a chair, nodded silently, then turned and walked out.

Walk out of the clinic and face a dozen policemen with live ammunition outside!

(End of this chapter)