"By the way, there are a few things I almost forgot to say. Heimdal, please pull out the sword first." Before leaving, Mo An suddenly slapped his forehead and said to Heimdal apologetically.

He rolled his eyes and finally pulled out Bolt steel.

The two brothers who were about to return turned around and Thor said, "Mo An, is there anything else?"

"Do you still remember your cheap sister?" Mo An smiled, "Your father should have told you."

"I know," Thor nodded, "It is said that he followed his father to pacify the Nine Realms a long time ago and made great achievements. However, he later had disagreements with his father's philosophy. After being expelled, he even sent troops to attack Asgard, and was suppressed by his father."

"That's right, it's him." Mo An nodded, "Loki's soul was snatched back from her hands. I used some...well, a tougher method."

"She is an indispensable part of Asgard's Ragnarok, you must deal with it carefully."

"I get it." Loki nodded, "My brother and I will be careful."

"One more thing, Loki, come over."

Loki looked at Thor when he heard this, then walked to Mo An and heard him say something quietly.

In Thor's eyes, he could see the surprise, anger, despair, and finally glory flashing on Loki's face, which made him very strange.

"That's all, do you understand?" After saying that, Mo An smiled.

Loki nodded heavily, "I understand, I will definitely accomplish this."

"Okay," Mo An smiled with satisfaction, "Then I'll leave."

Heimdal inserted the Bolt steel back into the ground, the portal slowly turned and lit up, and Moan disappeared into the light.

On the way back to the Golden Palace, Thor asked curiously: "Loki, what did Moan tell you?"

"Something that concerns the fate of the people of Asgard." Loki said lightly: "For this reason, I may have to go out for a long distance myself."

"You will protect Asgard by then, brother."

Thor became serious when he heard this, "Don't worry."

......

After Mo An returned home, he first took the warm iced coffee handed over by Wanda, and then began to read the newspaper he had been sent when he had not been on Earth these days.

"Let me see, Tony Stark declares war on Mandarin and announces his home address. Mandarin attacks Tony Stark's residence. Tony Stark strikes back with a domineering attack. President Ellis is kidnapped. Behind Mandarin is Dr. Killian."

"It seems that the plot of Iron Man 3 has passed in the days when I am away." Mo An took a sip of coffee and murmured, "I guess Tony is sweet with Potts now, so I won't bother him now."

"The next thing is the Falcon and the Winter Soldiers leaving the factory. I wonder if SHIELD is missing the Hydra's inner responder, and still can't let the Winter Soldiers go?"

"Oh, it's really hard to make people feel excited."

Mo An stretched, a little bored.

"Why don't you go and have a look?" Thinking of this, Mo An turned his head to Wanda, who was busy in the kitchen and said, "Dear, do you want to go out and play for a while?"

"Why?"

......

In the early morning in Brooklyn, a sturdy black man was jogging around the lake when suddenly a figure quickly passed by him and left a sentence "To your left".

He didn't pay attention at first, but every time he was overtaken by that person, he would say, "On your left."

At first, thinking it was just a small joke, the black man chuckled and said, "Okay, to my left, I get it."

However, this situation continued until the morning!

Seeing the man behind him running towards him again, the black man couldn't help but say, "Stop talking, stop talking!"

“To your left.”

"Hao!"

Looking at the person who was getting farther and farther away from him, even though he had enough effort to run, he still didn't get a slight distance closer.

Finally, exhausted, he slowly walked under the tree to enjoy the cool air, gasping for a big breath.

"Do you need to find a doctor?" It was the familiar voice again.

He chuckled in a low voice, "It doesn't work for the doctor to come here. I think I want to change my lungs directly."

He looked at the white man standing next to him, "You ran 13 miles in just half an hour."

"If you get up late, you have to run more." The white man smiled.

"Is that so, why do I remember you were beside me and shouting 'On your left' before dawn."

The white man smiled, "Which unit are you from?"

"The Fifty-Eighth Division, Air Rescue Forces, is now working in the Veterans Service, Sam Wilson."

"Steve Rogers." Steve pulled him up.

"I can guess." Sam smiled, "I've been sleeping for seventy years, and when I woke up, I saw that the world changed a lot, did I feel scared?"

"You have to get used to it slowly." Steve thought for a while and laughed, "Strictly speaking, I'm not discharged from the army."

"Yes, when I was in the army, I was doing the quilt, but now when I went home, I lay on the bed like I was lying on cotton candy."

"Yes," Steve echoed, "I feel like I'm almost sinking to the ground."

"Actually, it's okay now. No matter what, the food has improved, I used to be able to cook, and polio can be cured, and the Internet is really powerful. I can watch a lot of things on it, and maybe I will keep up with the times."

At this time, Steve took out his cell phone and Natasha sent him a message, "Sam, I have a task, thank you very much for running with me, if that's also considered running."

Sam laughed and said, "As for saying that?"

After the two shook hands, they went their separate ways.

......

A Kun-style fighter jet roared past the Pacific Ocean.

"This time the goal is a mobile satellite launch gimbal." A member of SHIELD who replaced the crossbones in the play introduced Natasha and Steve, "Remlia Asterisk."

"An hour and a half ago, when the pirates boarded the ship, they were launching the last satellite."

"What is the other party's request?" Steve asked.

"One.5 billion." A member of SHIELD replied.

"so much?"

"There is no way, because it is a ship from S.H.E.L.D.."

"So I really hate to wipe Fury's ass." Steve said speechlessly with his forehead, "How many pirates are there?"

"25." He stroked the screen, and the photos and basic information of a middle-aged man were presented to several people. "All of them were top mercenaries, led by George Barktor, who was once the former official of the Operations Department of the State Administration for Foreign Security and the number one wanted criminal on the "Red Notice" of the Interpol."

"Before being repatriated by Gaul, he had performed thirty-six assassinations, and no one failed."

"What's the situation with the hostage now?" Steve asked.

"Most of them are technicians, and there is also a third-level agent named..."

"Petro Maximov."
Chapter completed!