Marvel Road to Survival

Qiao Qi's skills quickly impressed Mr. Bai and Sister Zhao. In this industry, good is good. If you are an active or association player, you can still earn some respect with your words.

But the gallery painters who are hard-core and hard-core are tested in their real skills. They used more techniques than can be counted to produce thirty one-meter pictures in more than three hours. For such hard-core teammates, the two of them naturally welcome them.

Although they are in the same gallery and have a competitive relationship, their main directions of attack are different. There will only be some competition among consumers. However, in exhibitions and certain fame-building scenes, the two seniors believe that Qiao Qi is not their opponent.

Wen Qing had a serious talk with Qiao Qi, covering everything from his work attitude and salary environment to his artistic dreams, outlook on life and values, and finally told Qiao Qi the studio's next creative plan.

The boss asked him to take a break today. Thirty oil paintings were already a week's workload. Wen Qing's suggestion is to first make a small plan based on the gallery's big plan, allowing Qiao Qi to control his creative speed and strive to produce more high-quality products.

He also comforted him not to be afraid of competition with traditional Chinese painting. If Qiao Qi could produce a first-class traditional Chinese painting work in the gallery, his remuneration could be increased, or even be based on Wen Qing's own pricing standards.

In Manhattan, the guy who cosplayed Spider-Man has a pink BMW Ni. This guy is so muscular that it’s hard to tell that he still has a girlish heart.

The car was so small that Sif had to curl up hard to sit upright when sitting in the passenger seat. The back seat was already packed into a can of meat, with Fandral and Hogan squeezing big brother Volstagg in the middle.

Over the years, Volstagg became pregnant with ale and bacon, and the strong Asgardian warrior became a three-high man, and his thick fat was squeezed out of shape by two good brothers.

"Xif, let's go to my house to have a party first. My sister will definitely become your fan." The young man drove the car, a little excited, holding the steering wheel with both hands, but his eyes secretly glanced at the beauty in the passenger seat.

"Can he take us to find Thor?" Fandral in the back seat didn't quite believe this enthusiastic young man.

"Hey, can't you feel the friendliness of the people in Atrium? Although the computers in Asgard are many years more advanced than those here, our algorithms are different. Only computers in Atrium can enter their network."

Volstagg began to look forward to what kind of wine the enthusiastic Midgardians could bring him. He was prepared to throw away twenty glasses and drink three gallons of wine while Sif was busy.

Although she is not the omnipotent true god described in Norse mythology, Sif's excellence is not only her powerful fighting skills, but her learning ability is also outstanding. She does not use rune magic, but it does not mean that she does not know it. Queen Frigga She has always been trained as a future diva.

Similarly, Sif also knows a vast amount of technological knowledge and cosmic philosophy. She originally planned to find a prominent Midgardian to ask about Thor's whereabouts, but Sif, who had not come to the Midgard for thousands of years, discovered that there was already a huge information network.

She immediately decided to use this most time-saving and most accurate method to locate Sol.

The pink BMW drove slowly on the street. Fandal was very interested in the beauties that occasionally appeared on the street, and often whistled from a distance. Sif kept urging the young man to go faster.

Tri-wing Building, sixth underground floor, high-level detention room. Except for a few seventh-level agents, only special authorization can enter here. Coulson made some insinuations, trying to get some useful information from this man who talks nonsense all day long. , but he was disappointed.

This man who calls himself Thor has obviously received professional training in his physical fitness and fighting skills, and his physical fitness is comparable to that of Coulson's own idol. However, this guy is the kind of person who cannot understand what he speaks, and it is very difficult to communicate. .

As the prince, Thor naturally knows what can and cannot be said. The great father once revealed some terrible facts to him. If he interfered with the development of the Nine Realms civilization, it might lead to terrible consequences.

Naturally, he would not tell the truth. As for the hammer, he just insisted that it was his, emphasizing that he was the God of Thunder in Norse mythology.

Coulson suddenly remembered something and needed to leave temporarily. When he went out, he asked the guards to keep an eye on this person.

Not long after Coulson left, the two cameras in the detention room suddenly turned off automatically. A green light flashed, and a handsome man wearing a long black windbreaker appeared in the room.

His long black hair is slicked back, and his face is an oval face that is rare among white people. His facial features are very delicate, but the bridge of his nose is very high, and his eye sockets are very deep. He wears a plaid scarf around his neck, which looks like Like a noble prince.

"Loki, why are you here?" Thor hasn't shaved these days. His beard has grown very fast, which makes him look a little embarrassed.

"I have to come, something happened." Loki's expression was serious. It was the first time the God of Trickery showed this look.

"Is it Jotunheim? Those damn Jotuns are at war with us, right?"

Thor immediately thought of the reason why he was banished by his father. The despicable ice giants attacked the treasure house of Asgard, so he went to Jotunheim to fight against these disobedient people. The blood-red eyes of the ice giant king Laufei often appeared these days. will appear before your eyes.

"I have to explain to my father that war requires Thor." Thor stared at Loki with firm eyes.

"Father is dead." Loki's handsome face was filled with sorrow, and his expression was very solemn.

"Your arrogance threatens war"

"Father has been under tremendous pressure. Brother, don't blame yourself. I know your pain." Loki comforted his brother.

"I tried to communicate with my father and ask him to recall you, but he didn't listen to me. My father was ruthless. He put Mjolnir here, but you were unable to take up the responsibility of guarding the Nine Realms. It fell to me. On my body." Loki sighed and shook his head.

Thor's expression had turned sad. He kept shaking his head and saying no.

Loki stared at his brother expressionlessly, as if he felt the same, and he too fell into grief.

After a long time.

"Can I go home?" Thor slowly raised his head and asked the current king, his younger brother.

"The Jotun people's truce condition is to banish you. Moreover, mother does not want to see you." Loki expressed regret to his brother:

"Goodbye, brother, I'm really sorry." Loki felt a little guilty for sitting on the throne.

Thor's face was already filled with tears, and his voice was trembling: "I'm sorry, I should apologize, to my father, my mother, you, and the Yotun people."

"Thank you for coming to see me." Sol was very touched by his brother's considerate and gentle actions, which made him feel a ray of warmth in the severe cold.

"I will come see your brother again"

Loki left quietly, and the camera returned to normal. As he went out, Coulson walked in with a cup of coffee, seemingly ignoring Loki who had just left.