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Chapter 138 Long-lost (please subscribe!)
"boom!"

With a soft sound, Mars moved his fist away from Loki's abdomen, and Loki fell to the ground with a distorted face, making a rapid gasp.

Damn it!How dare he?
"You dare to hit him!"

Sol screamed angrily and smashed the chair in front of him excitedly.

Mars clenched his fist and walked towards Sol expressionlessly.

In the next second, Sol also gasped and fell to the ground.

Not to mention, the frequency is quite consistent with Loki.

Coulson watched the whole process, but he didn't stop him.

What can't beat people, this is not a problem in S.H.I.E.L.D.

Coulson frowned slightly, and said, "They know each other? Judging by the man's excited expression, their relationship is not normal?"

Mars clapped his hands and said, "That's right, unusual, they are brothers."

brother?

Coulson was stunned for a moment, and said, "How did he come in? I didn't see it!"

Mars smiled and said, "Of course you can't see it, but he is a god in a relative sense."

god!
Coulson was slightly taken aback.
When the word came out of Mars' mouth, the meaning was different.

This shows that the other party is really very likely to be the so-called god.

"Then he..."

Coulson looked at Saul, thinking of the information about the hammer that the technicians had found for him just now, and thinking of what Saul had done, a flash of inspiration came to his mind.

"It won't be Thor!"

"Correct answer!" Mars smiled, patted Coulson on the shoulder, and said, "It seems that you have found relevant information."

Coulson looked at the two people on the ground and reconfirmed: "Are they really gods?"

"Yes."

"Then why do they look like this now? They are too... weak!"

Hearing this, Loki and Thor looked up at Coulson and said, "You are weak, you humble mortal!"

"Well, at least they have a little bit of arrogance." Coulson said casually.

Mars raised his hand and looked at the two threateningly. After the two were silent and closed their mouths in a tacit understanding, he said, "Because their power was sealed and deprived."

Coulson looked at Mars with strange eyes.

Mars rolled his eyelids and said, "Don't look at me like that, I can't do it."

Coulson pinched his chin, then scratched his hair, and said, "Then what do they do now?"

He felt like his hairline was going to move back because of these two people.

"I'll ask the director..." Coulson said hesitantly, then looked at Mars and said, "Tell me, does the director think I'm crazy?"

He already thought of Nick Fury's expression when he heard that he had captured two god queens.

Marl paused, and said: "Call Fury right here, I want to watch these two people, um... take them back to the bar to watch."

He has already selected jobs in the bar for the two of them, and he must not let them live and eat for nothing.

Coulson was slightly taken aback, and said, "Okay, I see!"

……

Now, New York.

New York, shrouded in dots of lights under the starry sky, is still so beautiful, as if it was originally a part of the starry sky, as beautiful as a dream.

"Cut... Wakanda is still beautiful!"

Techara said disdainfully, pulled the backpack behind him, and walked in a familiar direction.

But after he passed two blocks and saw that the familiar bar was dark even at night, he was slightly taken aback and said, "This bar has finally closed down?"

"No, with that guy's ability, he shouldn't be doing so badly."

With a strange sound, T'Challa walked to the bar, looked at the closed gate, and then turned to the yard gate of the bar to look at it. After seeing that it was locked, he frowned slightly and said, "No Is it really over?"

Taking out his cell phone, T'Challa called Mars' number and called.

The phone rang a few times, and Mars' voice rang out.

"Hello, this is Mars."

"Mars, I am..."

"T'Challa?" Mars asked suspiciously, "Why did you call?"

The two have not been in touch for a long time.

T'Challa raised his mouth slightly, but said impatiently: "So much nonsense, what happened to your bar? It closed down?"

"Bah! You're dead, it won't go bankrupt!"

This is the last stubbornness of Mars.

"Then why didn't you open the door?" T'Challa said disdainfully: "If you can't hold on, I can consider lending you some money."

Although it was obviously for Mars's consideration, but when it came out of T'Challa's mouth, Mars rolled his eyes in disgust.

"Why, do you have no money and come to lodge?"

"Ha! No money! Just kidding!" T'Challa smiled and said, "Believe it or not, I'll buy you all this piece?"

After the words fell, the two were silent for a while, and then laughed at the same time.

Mars said: "I'm in New Mexico now. When I go back tomorrow, you can just turn it in. The password for the backyard of the bar hasn't changed."

Because Mars doesn't like to install keys, the door to the backyard and the door to the bar are coded doors.

T'Challa smiled and said, "Say it early!"

Hualuo Techara stood at the gate, unloaded the backpack on his back, threw it towards the door, jumped up, pressed lightly on the door, and turned directly in.

"Snapped!"

Reaching out to catch the fallen backpack, T'Challa said, "How did you get there?"

"Something to do."

"Is it troublesome?"

"No trouble, it's been resolved, but you, why did you come back suddenly?"

While entering the password for the door, T'Challa said: "There are some things to deal with, I'll talk about them when you come back."

"Yes!" Mars replied, "Since you're here, don't forget to open the bar tomorrow."

Rolling his eyes, T'Challa said, "I'm not here to work this time."

"That's it!" Mars said, and hung up the phone directly.

T'Challa shook his head with a smile, opened the door and walked in.

Turning on the lights in the bar, looking at the familiar environment in the bar, T'Challa let out a sigh of relief.

In this city that does not belong to his hometown, he feels very at home in this bar.

Throwing the backpack onto a booth, Techa stretched his hand to touch the bar countertop, moved slowly to look at it, looked at a photo on the wall behind the bar, and was slightly stunned.

"Xiao Lan..."

With a murmur, T'Challa laughed as he watched the two people replaced by animal heads.

Walking to the bar, T'Challa poured himself a glass of wine, sat on a chair in the bar, took a sip of wine leisurely, imitated Mars, and put his legs on the bar.

When he finished his drink, his phone rang.

"Drip, drip!"

"I have information!"

T'Challa's eyes turned cold, he sat up straight, and said, "Send the information."

After hanging up the phone and waiting for a while, T'Challa's cell phone lit up.

After pressing it twice, a virtual screen popped up.

T'Challa looked at it, and his face became more and more ugly.

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