Chapter 231 Thor Odinson (Part 1)

"Damn it, what did you say?!"

"I said you're fired, you should get out! Do you understand?"

The owner of the repair shop picked up a few dollars and threw them in Thor's face, saying, "Go away! Texan, this little money is enough for you to find a new garbage dump to live in!"

Thor couldn't stand it anymore, he took a step forward, but the owner of the repair shop directly picked up a gun from the side, pointed the black muzzle at Thor, and said, "Don't make trouble for yourself! You damn stupid cow, don't think that waving your fist will work, do you know what this is?"

Thor has certainly seen human firearms. When he went to S.H.I.E.L.D., he saw the agent training and knew how much damage this weapon could cause to ordinary people. Now he is no different from ordinary people. If he is shot, he will definitely go to the hospital.

He stared at the owner of the repair shop with his eyes, and just when the owner was about to continue to taunt him, Thor caught him and kicked him on the wrist, then kicked him in the stomach, and knocked the owner to the ground with an uppercut, and then hit him by the neck.

The employees in the repair shop heard the noise and ran out and shouted: "Don't! Thor! Don't..."

Several employees grabbed the angry Thor, and one of them, a hunchbacked old man, said: "Thor! For my sake, don't do this!"

"This damn bastard killed Benjamin! He also fired Lauren and John! He didn't even pay them!" Thor shouted angrily.

The old man held Thor's shoulder and said, "Listen, Thor, I know you have good intentions, I know you want to save Benjamin, but this is the world, this is how we are..."

He turned and pointed at the owner of the repair shop who was knocked unconscious on the ground, and said, "He has money, he can hire a lawyer, and even bribe the police. Once he calls the police, you're done, you know?"

"Old White!"

"Leave, Thor." Old White sighed and said, "We all know he is a bastard, a complete vampire, who arbitrarily deducts our wages, assigns the difficult night shift to those he doesn't like, and even threatens us with a gun..."

Thor looked at Old White, who was his senior who took good care of him when he first came to the repair shop. Old White was willing to give him detailed explanations of many technical problems that he couldn't understand. Thor knew that Old White was a good person.

But now, the ravines on the old man's face are like cracked land, and the rough lines on his skin show his old age. Under the curved brows, the eyes look straight at Thor, and Thor sees pleading in them.

"If you make trouble here, the repair shop will definitely close, and then we will have nowhere to go. He pays us once a week, but if we don't work three days this week, he won't give us a penny."

"My grandson is still in school, he needs living expenses, my son and daughter-in-law can't make that much money, Thor..."

"You are still young, strong, and in good health. You can always find a hard-working job, but we can't."

Old White turned around and looked around, and Thor followed him to look at his colleagues. Most of them were not strong enough, some were thin, and their long-term day and night reversal and irregular diet made their health very poor and their complexion not good.

"Those who stay here have nowhere to go, Thor." The old man took out a few dollars from his faded work clothes and said, "I know he didn't pay you enough. This is all I have. Take this money and find a new job. Don't make trouble, please." Thor looked at him and was silent for a long time, then walked to the boss he knocked down. The other colleagues looked at him with fear, as if they were afraid that he would suddenly attack. They squatted beside the boss, a little timid, and didn't dare to look Thor in the eye. Thor knew that they knew in their hearts that they shouldn't defend this boss, but they had no choice. Thor didn't care about the owner of the garage who fell to the ground. Instead, he walked past him and went to the place where they had a conflict at the beginning. He squatted down and picked up a few dollars thrown by the owner. Then he walked back and handed the money to Old White and said, "You are right. I am still young and can find a new job. I also have..." Thor paused and said, "... I still have my brother to help me. I don't have to pay rent for the time being. You can take this money as a thank you for what you have taught me recently." The fingers that the old man stretched out were thin and rough, like a branch with a few leaves that had fallen off. There was something on his fingertips. He trembled a little, not knowing whether it was because he was touched or too old.

He took the money and said with a choked voice: "I didn't want to do this either... I really want to tell the police that it was this bastard who killed Benjamin. He knew that Benjamin had a bad heart and was so tired from working several consecutive night shifts that he couldn't even speak, but he still deliberately assigned him to the night shift and let him do the heaviest work. We all know that it was him who did it..."

"But we can't say it, or it's useless to say it. It won't have any effect except for making us lose this job..." The old man's tone sounded very sad, even a little desperate.

"Benjamin has a three-year-old daughter, she's very cute, I don't know how to face them..."

"But this is the kind of people here, we are all bastards, all accomplices, Thor..."

"If you can't leave here, you will become like this, thank you, go away."

When Thor walked out of the repair shop, the sun outside shone directly on his face, making it almost impossible for him to open his eyes. Under the fierce sunlight at noon, all the buildings were coated with a layer of dazzling halo. He stretched out his palm to cover his eyes and looked at the street.

This place can't be considered a slum, it can even be said to be prosperous. There are several repair shops on this side of the street, a warehouse at the end, several trucks parked opposite, and a fire station at the easternmost end of the road.

Having worked here for a long time, Thor knew that once the sun was no longer so strong, it would be lively here at dusk. Everyone went to the fast food restaurant to buy food and eat, and drivers, repairmen, and firefighters gathered in groups of three or five in front of the barbecue stall to chat and brag.

Thor also knew that this place was much better than Hell's Kitchen. Although Old White's son and daughter-in-law didn't make much money, they could barely support themselves. His grandson was still studying at Midtown High School and had a bright future.

Benjamin, who died suddenly before, also had a house with a wife and daughter. Most of the other employees in the repair shop also had their own families. Although most of them were burdened with heavy loans, they at least had a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

Thor thought as he walked, and as he walked, he returned to the edge of Hell's Kitchen. The streets here were far less prosperous than the place where he worked, and even a little shabby. He thought, this is nothing. Going further in is the real hell on earth.

Thor didn't know how to describe his mood. He originally thought that he would always stand on the side of justice, but looking at his colleagues, he couldn't blame them for not standing up to attack the owner of the repair shop. He couldn't ask them for more. This was a group of people who had difficulty living.

Thor suddenly began to think about some questions he had never thought about before. Some things would be difficult for most people in this world, such as having enough food, having a place to live, and being able to afford family expenses.

How could Thor think about such things before? Brave warriors went hunting for him, hot barbecue was offered in front of him, fresh fruits were placed in the fruit basket, and sweet spring water was presented. All of these were enjoyed by him first because he was the future master of Asgard.

The servants of the Asgard changed his clothes for him, and the butler put on his helmet for him. He had seen the magnificent and wide corridors of the Asgard countless times, and even felt a little bored. Even if it was the throne of the father of the gods, he disdained the gems on it.

And now, under the scorching sun, Thor looked down at his body. His chest and back were soaked with sweat, and his legs were a little sore. He had been up all night, which made him a little tired. The sweat flowed down his forehead and stuck to his eyelashes. When it fell into his eyes, he squinted his eyes uncomfortably.

He was penniless and couldn't even buy a pack of tissues. He turned his head and looked at the supermarket next to him. There was a cool breeze inside, but Thor looked down at his pants covered with gasoline stains, hesitated for a moment, and still didn't go in.

He knew what would happen if he went in. The clerk would look at him with a disgusted and disdainful expression, wishing that he would buy things and leave quickly. If he couldn't take money out of his pocket at this time, the clerk would threaten him to call the police.

Thor never thought that being a human was harder than being a god.

He always believed that as the future master of Asgard, he had a huge responsibility. He had to protect the safety of the nine kingdoms. There might be more enemies waiting for him to eliminate in the future, and there might be a more magnificent journey waiting for him to embark on.

All the difficulties and hardships he imagined were based on this situation, and it was definitely not standing on the road on a hot day, feeling embarrassed because he had no money to buy a pack of tissues to wipe his sweat.

He thought that what might make him nervous and panic was the worry about the future direction of Asgard, rather than the worry about how to explain to Loki that he couldn't pay the rent for the next season after returning home.

This made Thor start to think, are the achievements he made in Asgard really because he is strong and upright enough?

Then why can't he deal with a vicious garage owner now? Although he has no divine power, no weapons, and is an ordinary person, the garage owner is weaker than him, but Thor still can't do anything to him.

What can he do? Call the police? But the police won't listen to him. Use your privileges and call the people from SHIELD to arrest the garage owner? But what about the remaining employees? After the garage closes, where will they go to make money to support their families?

The heat of the sun made Thor's head a little dizzy, and he had to walk into the nearest shadow and lean against the wall.

He felt pain in his back and knees, and he wondered, why didn't moving forward work? Why, when he, as a God, cared and had mercy on these weak people, he could do nothing but give them a few dollars?

Thor first had this kind of philosophical thought. After losing his divine power and weapons, he became so useless. So was Thor himself or his divine power and weapons?

Did he get the honors and achievements he was proud of, or did he get them with his divine power and weapons?

If it was the former, then why couldn't he do anything after losing his divine power and weapons?