Chapter 233 Thor Odinson (Part 2)

After dinner, Thor didn't have much time to hang around. He had to continue looking for a job, because he knew very well that if he didn't have money to pay the rent, Loki would be very happy to throw him out with his luggage, and he would definitely not be able to beat Loki without his divine power and weapons.

Besides, compared to fighting with his brother, Thor thought it would be faster to find a job to make money to pay the rent.

Although S.H.I.E.L.D. helped Thor get a legal identity, he had no academic qualifications or certificates, so he could only ask for a job door-to-door, and the only skills he had now were car repair and transportation.

More formal car repair shops and warehouses also require work experience. Now Thor has no resume that can prove his work experience, so he can only find a job in Hell's Kitchen and the edge of Manhattan.

He still wanted to find a car repair job, but the gathering area of ​​the car repair shop was not far from where he originally worked. Thor went around and returned to that area.

Originally, he wanted to try his luck at the several auto repair shops at the end of the street, but just as he was about to go in, Thor found that there was a person lying next to the shed where the sundries were piled up at the end of the street.

"Old White! What's wrong with you?!" Thor hurried over and found that the person lying next to the sundries was Old White who had dissuaded him during the day.

After Thor strode over, he found that Old White had a wound on his face and was breathing hard. He walked over and helped him up. Seeing that Thor was about to take off his clothes and take out his phone, Old White said, "Don't... don't call an ambulance..."

Thor hesitated for a moment, but still put the phone back. Old White coughed twice: "Cough... cough, I'm fine."

Thor helped him up and asked, "What happened to you? Why did you fall here?"

"I didn't fall here, I..." Old White tilted his head, and his wrinkled face showed a kind of fear and resentment. He said, "...After you left, that bastard took his anger out on me. He found two gangsters to beat me up and threw me on the ground. This..."

He shook his head in confusion, and suddenly remembered something. He struggled to sit up and used his arms to dig out his pockets. He turned the lining of his clothes out and found that it was empty. Then he said, "Well, what hope am I holding on to? He really took all my money..."

Old White was like he was hollowed out, frozen in place. Thor shook him twice and found that he didn't respond. He took a deep breath and stood up, but was caught by Old White's hand. Old White squeezed out a few words from his mouth: "No, don't go... mess with the gangsters, they will take your life."

He began to make short huffing sounds in his throat. Thor squatted down again to help him breathe. Old White Thor said: "I knew he was a bastard a long time ago, of course I knew, so I deserved it..."

"He will do to us what he did to Benjamin, Thor, listen to me, don't go, he will only be more cruel to you, maybe he will hire someone to kill, there is nothing that bastard can't do..."

Old White closed his eyes, his voice was dry like a saw across wood, "When he first opened a car repair shop on this street, I was the only one willing to work for him because he was notorious and I was very short of money."

"He often withheld wages and cursed at people at every turn, but people like me couldn't do anything. We made a lot of money for him, but in the end we didn't get any good results. Maybe I was too naive from the beginning. You shouldn't be working here..."

"It's not your fault." Thor said to him, "It's all that bastard's fault."

Old White's hands were tightening, and he said, "This is my fault. If I hadn't insisted on buying a car for long-distance travel when I was young, I wouldn't have lost all the money that Mary and I had saved, and my son wouldn't have dropped out of school because of lack of money to pay tuition..."

"Fortunately, ahem... Fortunately, my grandson is very hardworking..." Old White said, "He has very good grades, and the teacher said he can be admitted to New York University..."

"But... We can't even raise his living expenses."

Old White closed his eyes. Thor had never seen such a sad expression on anyone.

"You must have fallen here because of some accident, right? I can see that..." Old Whitey tightened his grip and said, "You should have received a good education, or it is possible that you are a retired soldier?"

"I can see that you are different from us. You still have courage, or strength, but we..."

"Don't talk about this. I'll take you to the hospital first." Thor squatted down and helped Old Whitey up. At this time, the voices of several people came from the intersection: "Go and see that old guy, don't let him He died here. If he is dying, drag him to Hell's Kitchen. We won't have time to collect his body."

Thor turned around and saw several people appearing at the intersection, including the owner of the auto repair shop. The owner saw Thor and said with wide eyes: "Damn it, you dare to come here?!"

"It's him! He beat me and robbed me! Tell your boss, if you teach him a lesson, I will give you double the reward!"

Thor had no intention of questioning his lies because the three gangsters behind him had surrounded him.

These three men were not as tall or strong as Thor, but the problem was that two of them were holding a gun.

These gangsters were not the owners of the garage. At least they had really used guns, knew how to hold guns with both hands, and knew how to stabilize their center of gravity. Even if Thor could take away one gun unexpectedly, he couldn't handle the other one.

But Thor could only do that. He turned around and stood in front of White. The moment a gang member raised his gun, Thor rushed over and successfully knocked the gang member down. He rolled on the spot, and the fire from another gun flashed, and Thor passed by.

But before he could pick up the dropped gun, a gunshot rang out, and a string of blood splashed out. Thor looked back and saw Old Whitey falling in a pool of blood in pain, unable to even scream. The owner of the repair shop opposite also had a gun in his hand. He said, "It seems that my shooting skills have not regressed much..."

Thor's blood surged instantly, his arms were shaking, and he quickly jumped forward and picked up the gun.

He had never really used human firearms. When he was groping for the position to load the bullet, another gunshot rang out, and Thor felt a sharp pain coming from his right shoulder.

"Uh..." Thor cried out in a low voice. Fortunately, he had been on the battlefield for a long time and was not distracted by the pain. He staggered to the pile of debris on the side and avoided another shot.

At this moment, a sound of breaking through the air passed by, followed by the sound of hitting heavy objects. When Thor looked out again, he saw a figure holding a cane appear on the street.

"Matt!!" Thor shouted, "Here! Come quickly! Someone's been shot..."

"You don't have to tell me, I smelled it." Matt's calm voice sounded, he walked to Thor's side, only to find that Thor was pointing at someone else, Old White's leg was shot, hearing the frequency of his breathing, Matt came over, half-knelt down, put his hand on his chest, and said: Call, call an ambulance. "

"But..." Thor covered his shoulder and said very hard: "He has no money to pay for the ambulance."

"Is it time to talk about this now?" Matt looked at Thor and said, "You have to go to the hospital too, call quickly. ”

When the ambulance came, the female nurse looked at Thor and said: Why are you here again? And this…”

Matt said to the nurse: “Don’t talk so much, there are two gunshot victims here, move them into the car quickly.”

When Thor got on the ambulance, he was still in the mood to chat with the female nurse. He asked: “What’s your name?”

The nurse looked at Thor, and thinking of his help in saving people at that time, she still said: My name is Jane, Jane Foster. ”

Thor grinned, but spoke fluently. Jane was a little surprised and said, “You got shot in the shoulder, don’t you feel pain?”

“Hurt? It hurts a lot.” Thor still spoke with full energy, he said: “Well… But fortunately, compared with my previous injuries, it’s nothing.”

Jane was even more surprised, she asked: “Previous injuries? You wouldn’t…” She looked at Thor carefully again and said: “You wouldn’t be a retired special forces soldier, right? "

Thor didn't answer. He knew there was no need to explain his life in detail, but Jane was very curious. She had been a nurse for so long that she could tell that Thor was not just showing off, but was a real tough guy.

Hearing that Thor was injured and hospitalized, several Asgardians who stayed in SHIELD couldn't stay any longer and rushed to visit him. In order to prevent them from causing trouble, Hill followed them.

When Thor was seen in the hospital, the bullet in his body had been taken out and he was lying on the bed. Fandral looked at Thor's wound and said, "It's not serious. The father of the gods didn't even leave you the ability to recover. Isn't he afraid that you will get hurt?"

Thor shook his head and said, "Please help me go to the next ward. There is a patient named White. See how he is."

"White? Who is that?"

"It's... an old man, an unfortunate person. "Thor swallowed his saliva, touched the wound on his body, and took a breath of cool air.

After the other three people left, Sif sat down beside Thor's bed and said, "You look a little depressed, why? I don't think a small wound can make Asgard's bravest warrior become like this."

"... Small wound? Maybe, compared to my injury in Sagittarius, it's nothing." Thor half closed his eyes and said, "But I am an Aesir, and Old White is just an ordinary person, a human without any special abilities. He was also shot in the leg, which should be very painful."

"Why did he get this injury? I don't know..." Thor said to himself, and Sif just listened quietly.

"He is not a general, nor a soldier. He didn't fight on the battlefield, nor did he commit any crime, but he had to suffer all this. "

"The one who hurt him is his own kind. If anyone dares to do this in Asgard, I will definitely..."

Speaking of this, Thor closed his eyes and was silent for a while. He said: "Why do humans do this? I can't understand. Obviously, their lifespan is already very short, why do they spend their time hurting their own kind?"

"Why did the owner of the garage do this? I can't figure it out. There is no reason for his viciousness. He just attacks everything around him crazily. I have never seen such a person before..."

Sif poured Thor a glass of water and said, "The universe is so big. I think it's not surprising that such a person exists."

Her voice was very peaceful, like the solemn voice of God. After changing into casual clothes, the Valkyrie's fierce temperament weakened a little, replaced by the solemnity and sacredness commonly seen in Asgard goddesses.

"Are you disappointed?" Sif asked Thor: "Do you think the people on Earth are not worth saving? Do you think that even if you save them, they will still kill each other?"

Thor pursed his lips and said nothing, but obviously, he acquiesced to Sif's statement. He has always been eager to take back his divine power and weapons because he thinks this is the glory of the Asgardians and that he should return to Asgard as soon as possible to fight and protect.

But now, he began to doubt all this. After being deprived of his divine power and weapons, he seemed to be unable to do anything. On the Earth, one of the nine kingdoms that he had been eager to protect, these people were amusing themselves by hurting their companions every day.

It was as if, whether he had existed before or what he had done before, it was meaningless.

"Perhaps you didn't notice, Thor, that the years of war have changed you a little." Sif looked at him, and Thor saw that Sif's eyes were full of emotion.

"You always think about the results, victory and honor of killing the enemy. Of course, this is a question that a warrior should think about, but you will not only be a warrior... You will also be the king of Asgard."

"As a king, you have to see not only the results, but also the reasons for all this and the process of their occurrence. What you can rely on will not only be your powerful force, but also..."

Sif pointed to her temple, and Thor looked at her. When the two looked at each other, there was only a little sound in the room.

The night is getting deeper and deeper, clouds are floating across the sky, making the moonlight a little dim. After a long time, a sigh came from the ward, sounding like a brave warrior in sorrow, and also like a young king missing someone.

The monthly ticket activity has begun. The author can set an expected number of monthly tickets for his work. After reaching it, there will be rewards. The reward I set is to add one more chapter, but the goal is 10,000 monthly tickets (if you can't complete it, you don't have to add more chapters, hehe~)