Marvel's Papa Antique Store

Chapter 144, the hammer is rushing to the battlefield
Zhongsu fell from the sky and walked to Sol's side expressionlessly.

He felt so boring, this is Saul?
so weak?
Just now he felt that Thor seemed to be a mortal, but he didn't dare to think about it, because how could there be a mortal who was as similar as Thor, who could call him by name and know so many things.

So it hit directly with all its strength.

But now...

Looking at the dying Sol on the ground, Zhongsu stretched out his hand, grabbed the little hair left in the front half of Sol, and lifted Sol up.

"Are you Thor?"

Sol didn't answer.

To be precise, it is impossible to answer.

Zhongsu threw Saul to the ground in boredom.

There was no flesh to see through Sol, and Thor's heart had stopped beating.

As a mortal, how could he survive such a severe injury?Even if it is a god, he deserves to die after receiving such a serious injury, right?
Sol lay quietly on the ground, and a few golden lightning flashes appeared from his body from time to time.

This is the remnant of the Sino-Soviet blow just now.

But I don't know if it's an illusion, but there is a faint trace of incongruous blue current flashing among those golden arcs.

New York, in front of Papa's Antique Store...

Cheng Xiaoyu threw the hammer there before and let Saul leave with the hammer, and then he never cared about the hammer again.

Although Sol did not lift the hammer, Cheng Xiaoyu still had no intention of taking the hammer back into the house.

First of all, Cheng Xiaoyu is sure that Sol will come back to get the hammer back. Instead of letting Sol come to find him again, it is better to let Sol get it by himself.

What's more, the hammer is not afraid of being stolen by others.

In fact, the night Thor left, someone wanted to secretly take the hammer and sell it for money.

Look at this big iron hammer, you can sell iron for a lot of money.

But the thief couldn't lift the hammer anyway.

He didn't believe in evil, and he came here for three consecutive days to try it out, but it was a pity that it was destined to fail.

So the thief also found three friends, and came here together on the fourth day to lift the hammer.

But it failed unexpectedly.

Ever since, rumors about a hammer that no one could lift quickly spread nearby.

Regardless of men, women, young or old, many people have come to try it out and witnessed the extraordinary style of the hammer.

Although no one could lift the hammer, since no one could lift it, everyone just wanted to have fun and come over to play more.

This even brought the sound of the shops near Cheng Xiaoyu much better. Of course, the business of the antique shops is still not good.

Let me ask, which guy who is free to play with a hammer is in the mood to buy an antique collection?
Today is no exception.

A group of people gathered in front of the antique shop and continued their daily useless hammering.

"Hey? Do you think this hammer is connected to the depths of the ground? This is actually not a big hammer, but a 30-meter iron pillar with a wooden handle on its head?"

"Go to your 30-meter iron pillar. Believe it or not, I hacked you to death with a 30-meter machete. You can see that the edges and corners are all sloped. It looks like a huge Tetris."

"You two unreliable things, shut up to me, I really don't want to be with you, get out of the way, I will definitely raise the hammer today!"

"You have tried 97 times, do you still try?"

"I want you to take care of it?"

The talking bastard walked to the side of Thor's Hammer, pushed away the person standing on Thor's Hammer, and rolled up his sleeves.

The group of people next to him showed expressions of watching the show. You must know that this guy has tried 97 times.

This is not a guarantee game where artifacts are guaranteed 99 times.

It has nothing to do with luck at all.

"Idiot." Someone around couldn't help cursing.

"Who?" The gangster looked towards the crowd, trying to find the person who scolded him, but the people around him looked like they were watching a good show and watching an idiot.

This made the gangster unable to find anyone who scolded him for a while, so he could only look away resentfully, and cursed: "Damn it, when I raise the hammer, I will definitely beat you to death!"

"Come on, there's so much nonsense."

"Yeah, hurry up and hold it up, grind it."

"That's right, hurry up, I've already contacted the construction team to send a crane, you hurry up."

"I'll go, the cranes are calling, brother cow."

"Of course, do you know that I am..."

Seeing everyone's attention gradually diverted from him, the gangster who could only rely on this to get attention was suffocated.

"Okay, then I'll show it to you, you guys watch it!!"

The bastard reached for the handle.

Of course, he knew it was impossible for him to lift the hammer.

Because this hammer seems to be connected to the earth, it is ridiculously heavy, he has tried it 97 times, so he naturally knows it.

But feeling the gazes of the people around him, the bastard who didn't even have a sense of existence after reopening could only bite the bullet and hold the hammer handle.

But he knew that this might be the last time he felt the gaze of others...

However, the moment he grasped the handle of the hammer, before he could use any force, the hammer actually floated up little by little.

The gangster looked at the hammer in shock, he was stunned, what happened?Why is the hammer up?

"Damn it? Really lifted it!?"

Suddenly there were bursts of exclamations from around, and from the perspective of everyone who didn't know what was going on, the gangster holding the hammer looked as if he had just lifted the hammer!
"I'm going, how did I do it?"

Feeling the shocking, adoring and curious gazes of the crowd, the gangster came to his senses and laughed out loud.

"I'll just say it! I can lift this hammer!"

Just as the gangster was talking, the hammer in his hand suddenly shook, and a huge pulling force was transmitted from it in an instant.

The gangster didn't pay attention, the hammer shot up into the sky, turned into a streamer and flew away.

Everyone looked up at the direction where the hammer flew away, and then they all looked at the gangster who was also a little confused.

Gangster: "Ahem, hammer it...it's wandering off..."

hell!What exactly is going on?

Cheng Xiaoyu, who was sitting on the plane and heading to Los Angeles, suddenly sensed something and looked back quickly.

Sergeant Black, who was on the side, was puzzled and looked back, when he only saw the empty cabin.

"What's wrong?" Blake asked.

"The artifact seems to be flying over." Cheng Xiaoyu frowned, and after feeling it carefully, her expression suddenly changed, and she shouted: "Pilot! Drive a little to the left! Quick! Otherwise, there will be danger!"

The driver reacted very quickly and immediately sensed it. Although he didn't know what happened, he just did what Director Cheng said.

But even so, an afterimage that couldn't be seen clearly smashed the wing of the plane in an instant, and flew towards Los Angeles.

Seeing this, Cheng Xiaoyu's mouth twitched.

(End of this chapter)