Chapter 235: Thor Odinson (Part 1)

"Damn it, what did you say?!"

"I said you are fired, you should get out! Understand?"

The repair shop owner picked up a few dollars and threw them at Thor's face, saying: "Get out! Texan, this money is enough for you to find a garbage dump to live in again!"

Thor couldn't endure it anymore. He took a step forward, but the repair shop owner directly picked up a gun from the side, pointing the black muzzle at Thor, saying: "Stop looking for trouble for yourself! You damn stupid cow, don't think that waving your fists is useful. Do you know what this is?"

Thor had certainly seen human firearms. He had seen agent training when he went to S. H. I. E. L. D. and knew how much damage this kind of weapon could cause to ordinary people. And he was no different from an ordinary person now. Once he took a bullet, he would definitely have to go to the hospital.

He stared fixedly at the repair shop owner. Just as the boss intended to continue mocking him, catching the moment he tilted his head back, Thor kicked his wrist, followed by another kick to his stomach, hit him with an uppercut to knock him to the ground, and then pressed his neck and hammered him fiercely.

The employees inside the repair shop heard the commotion and ran out, shouting: "Don't! Thor! Don't..."

Several employees pulled the angry Thor away. One of the somewhat hunched old men said: "Thor! For my sake, don't do this!"

"This damn bastard killed Benjamin! And fired Lauren and John! He didn't even pay them their wages!" Thor roared angrily.

The old man pressed on Thor's shoulder and said: "Listen, Thor, I know you are kind-hearted, I know you really want to save Benjamin, but this world is like this, we are like this..."

He turned and pointed to the repair shop owner who was knocked unconscious on the ground, saying: "He has money, can hire lawyers, and can even bribe the police. Once he calls the police, you are finished, do you know that?"

"Old White!"

"Leave quickly, Thor." Old White sighed and said: "We all know he is a bastard, a complete bloodsucker, arbitrarily deducting our wages, arranging difficult night shifts for those he doesn't like, and even threatening us with a gun..."

Thor looked at Old White. Old White was the senior who had taken good care of him when he first came to the repair shop. For many technical problems he didn't understand, Old White was willing to explain them to him in detail. Thor knew that Old White was a good person.

But now, the gullies on this old man's face seemed like cracked land. The rough texture of his skin showed his old age. Under his curved brow ridge, those eyes looked straight at Thor. Thor saw pleading in them.

"If you cause trouble here, the repair shop will definitely have to close, and then we will have nowhere to go. He pays us once a week, but if we haven't worked enough for 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 earn that much money, Thor..."

"You are still young and very strong, and your body is also very good. You can always find a job that sells effort, but we can't."

Old White turned around and looked around. Thor also followed him to look at those colleagues. Most of them were not strong enough, some were thin and weak. Long-term day-night reversal and irregular diet made their bodies very poor, and their complexions were also bad.

"Sluoke"

"Those who stay here are people who have nowhere to go, Thor." The old man took out a few dollars from his somewhat faded work clothes and said: "I know he didn't pay you enough wages, and I only have this much. Take this money, find a new job, don't cause trouble, I beg you."

Thor looked at him and was silent for a long while, then walked to the boss he had knocked down. The other colleagues looked at him with some fear, as if they were afraid he would suddenly take action.

They squatted next to the boss, somewhat timidly, not daring to look directly at Thor's gaze. Thor knew that they also knew in their hearts that they shouldn't defend this boss, but they had no choice.

Thor didn't care about the repair shop owner lying on the ground anymore, but crossed him, walked to the place where they first had the conflict, squatted down, picked up the few dollars the boss had thrown out, and then he walked back, handed the money to Old White, and said: "You are right, I am still very young, I can find a new job, and I also have..."

Thor paused and said: "... I also have my brother to help me, I can temporarily not pay rent, you take this money, just consider it my thanks for what you have taught me recently."

The old man's outstretched fingers were both thin and rough, like a few tree branches that had lost their leaves. His fingertips were trembling, not knowing if it was because of being moved or being too old.

He took the money, and his tone was somewhat choked: "I didn't want to do this either... I really wanted to tell the police that it was this bastard who killed Benjamin. He knew Benjamin had a bad heart, knew he was already too tired to speak because of several consecutive night shifts, but he still deliberately arranged night shifts for him, let him do the heaviest work. We all know, it was him..."

"But we couldn't say it, or rather, saying it was useless. Besides making us lose this job, it wouldn't have any effect..." The old man's tone sounded very sad, even a bit desperate.

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

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

"If you can't leave here, you will also become like this. Thank you, leave quickly."

When Thor walked out of the repair shop, the sunlight outside shone directly on his face, making him almost unable to open his eyes. Under the intense sunlight at noon, all the buildings were plated with a dazzling halo. He stretched out his palm to cover his eyes and looked at this street.

This cannot be considered a slum, and it can even be said to be quite prosperous. On this side of the street, there are several repair shops, at the end there is a warehouse, opposite are parked several trucks, and at the easternmost end of the road there is a fire station.

Having worked here for a long time, Thor knew that once the sunlight was no longer so intense, when it reached dusk, this place would become lively. Everyone would go to the fast-food restaurant to buy things to eat with laughter, drivers, mechanics, firefighters, gathering 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. Old White's son and daughter-in-law, although they couldn't earn much money, could barely support themselves, and his grandson was studying at Midtown High School, which was very promising.

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

Thor walked while thinking. Walking and walking, he returned to the edge of Hell's Kitchen. The streets here were far from the prosperity of the place where he worked, and even a bit dilapidated. He thought, this is nothing yet. Walking further in is the real human hell.

Thor didn't know how to describe his mood. He originally thought 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 repair shop owner. He couldn't ask more of them. This was a group of people who were already having a hard time living.

Thor suddenly began to think about some questions he had never thought about before. Some things would stump the vast majority of people in this world, such as eating their fill, such as having a place to live, such as being able to afford family expenses.

How could Thor have thought about such things before? Brave warriors hunted for him, steaming roast meat was offered in front of him, fresh fruits were placed in fruit baskets, clear spring water was presented, and all of these were enjoyed by him first, because he was the future master of Asgard.

The servants of Xiangong changed his clothes, the butler put on his helmet, he had seen the magnificent and wide corridors of Xiangong countless times, and even felt a bit bored. Even for the throne of the All-Father, he disdained the gems on it.

And now, in the scorching sun, Thor looked down at his body. His chest and back were soaked with sweat, his legs were a bit sore, and staying up all night made him a bit mentally exhausted. Sweat flowed down his forehead, stuck to his eyelashes, and when it fell into his eyes, it made him squint uncomfortably.

He was penniless and couldn't even buy a pack of tissues. He turned his head to look at the supermarket next to him. It was cool inside, but Thor looked down at his pants full of gasoline stains, hesitated, and still didn't walk in.

He knew what would happen if he walked in. The clerk would look at him with an expression of both disgust and disdain, wishing he would buy things and leave quickly. If he couldn't take out money from his pocket at this time, the clerk would threaten to call the police.

Thor had never thought that being a person would be harder than being a god.

He had always believed that as the future master of Asgard, he had huge responsibilities. He must protect the safety of the Nine Realms, and there might be more enemies waiting for him to eliminate in the future, and there might be more magnificent journeys waiting for him to embark on.

All the difficulties and hardships he fantasized about were established under such circumstances, and 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 what might make him feel nervous and panicked was the worry about the future direction of Asgard, not worrying about how to explain to Loki after returning home that he couldn't pay the next quarter's rent.

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

Then why now, he couldn't even deal with a vicious repair shop owner? Although he had no divine power and no weapons now and was an ordinary person, that repair shop owner was weaker than him, but Thor still couldn't do anything about him.

What could he do? Call the police? But the police wouldn't listen to him. Use privileges, call S. H. I. E. L. D. people, and let them take the repair shop owner away? But what about the remaining employees? After the repair shop closes, where should they go to earn money to support their families?

The heat wave of the sun made Thor's head a bit dizzy. He had to walk into the nearest shadow and lean against the wall.

He felt his back and knees were very painful. He thought, why didn't charging forward work anymore? Why was it that when he cared for and pitied these weak people as a god, besides giving them a few dollars, he couldn't do anything?

Thor began this philosophical thinking for the first time. After losing his divine power and weapons, he became so useless. So was Thor him, or his divine power and weapons?

Were the honors and achievements he was proud of obtained by himself, or by his divine power and weapons?

If it was the former, then why, after losing his divine power and weapons, couldn't he do anything anymore? ===== CHAPTER 236 =====