Chapter 237: Thor Odinson (Part 3)

After eating, Thor didn't have much time to wander around. He still had to continue looking for work because he knew very well that if he didn't have money to pay the rent, Loki would definitely throw him and his luggage out very happily, and without his divine power and weapons, he definitely couldn't beat Loki.

Moreover, compared to having a fight with his brother, Thor felt that finding work to earn money to pay the rent was faster.

Although S. H. I. E. L. D. helped Thor get a legal identity, he had no education and no certificates, so finding work could only rely on asking door-to-door, and the only skills he mastered now were car repair and moving.

More formal repair shops and warehouses also required work experience. Now Thor didn't have a resume that could prove his work experience, so he could only continue to find work in Hell's Kitchen and the edge area of Manhattan.

He still wanted to find a job repairing cars, but the repair shop gathering area was not far from where he originally worked. Thor wandered around and returned to that area.

Originally, he wanted to try his luck at several repair shops at the end of that street, but just as he intended to walk in, Thor found that someone was lying next to the shed where debris was piled up at the end of the alley.

"Old White! What's wrong with you?!" Thor hurried up and found that the person lying next to the pile of debris was Old White, who had tried to dissuade him during the day.

After Thor walked over in big strides, he found that Old White had injuries on his face and was breathing somewhat laboriously in place. He walked over, helped him up, and saw Thor was about to take out his phone, Old White said: "Don't... don't call an ambulance..."

Thor hesitated for a moment, but still put the phone back. Old White coughed twice: "Cough... cough, I'm fine."

Thor helped him up and asked: "What exactly is wrong with you? How could you fall here?"

"I didn't fall here, I..." Old White tilted his head. His gullied face revealed a kind of fear and hatred. He said: "... After you left, that bastard took his anger out on me. He found two gang members to beat me up and threw me here..."

As he spoke, he shook his head somewhat confusedly, suddenly remembered something, struggled to sit up, and used his arm to dig into his clothes pocket, until he turned the lining of his clothes inside out and found it was empty, then said: "Alright, what hope was I holding onto? He really took all my money..."

Old White was like being hollowed out, frozen in place. Thor shook him twice and found he had no reaction. He took a deep breath, stood up, but was grabbed by Old White's hand. Old White squeezed a few words from his mouth: "No, don't go... provoke the gang, they will take your life."

His throat kept making short gasping sounds. Thor squatted down again to help him breathe smoothly. Old White said: "I knew he was a bastard long ago, of course I knew, so I deserve it..."

"He will do to you what he did to Benjamin, Thor, listen to me, don't go, he will only be more brutal to you, maybe even hire a killer, there is nothing that bastard wouldn't do..."

Old White closed his eyes, his voice dry like a saw cutting through wood, "When he first opened the repair shop on this street, only I was willing to give him work, because he was notorious, and I was very short of money."

"He often deducted wages and scolded people at every turn, but people like me had no choice. We earned a lot of money for him, but in the end, we didn't get any good results. Maybe I shouldn't have worked here in the first place..."

"This is not your fault." Thor said to him: "This is entirely that bastard's fault."

Old White's hand gripped tighter and tighter, saying: "This is my fault. If I hadn't insisted on buying a car for long-distance running when I was young, I wouldn't have lost all the family wealth that Mary and I had saved, and I wouldn't have let my son drop out of school because I couldn't afford tuition..."

"Fortunately, cough... fortunately my grandson is very promising..." Old White said: "His grades are particularly good, the teacher said he could get into New York University..."

"But... we can't even scrape together his living expenses."

Old White closed his eyes. Thor had never seen such a sad expression on anyone.

"You must have ended up here because of some accident, right? I can tell..." Old White's hand exerted force, gripping tighter, saying: "You should have received a good education, or it is also possible that you are retired from the military?"

"I can tell, you are different from our group of people, you still have courage, or rather, still have strength, but we..."

"Stop saying these things, I'll send you to the hospital first." Thor squatted down, helped Old White up. Just then, the sound of several people talking came from the intersection: "Go and see that old guy quickly, don't let him die here. In case he is about to die, drag him to Hell's Kitchen. We don't have time to collect his corpse."

Thor turned around and saw several people appearing at the intersection, among whom was the repair shop owner. The boss saw Thor, widened his eyes and said: "Damn it, you actually dare to come here?!"

"It's him! It's him who hit me and robbed my money! Tell the boss, as long as he teaches him a lesson, I will give you double the reward!"

Thor had no heart to question his upside-down words, because the three gang thugs behind him had surrounded him.

These three people were not as tall as Thor, nor as strong as Thor, but the problem was, two of them were holding guns in their hands.

These gang thugs were not the repair shop owner. At least they were people who had truly used guns, knew how to hold a gun with both hands, and knew how to stabilize their center of gravity. Even if Thor could unexpectedly snatch one gun, he couldn't deal with the other one.

But Thor could only do that. He turned around, blocked in front of White. The moment a gang member raised his gun, Thor rushed over directly, successfully knocked down that gang member, then rolled on the spot. The muzzle flash of the other gun flashed, and Thor grazed past the bullet.

But before he could pick up the gun that had been dropped, a "bang" gunshot rang out, a string of blood splattered, Thor looked back and saw Old White falling into a pool of blood in pain, unable to even scream, while the repair shop owner opposite also held a gun in his hand, saying: "It seems that my marksmanship hasn't regressed much..."

Thor's blood surged instantly, his arms were trembling, he rushed forward quickly and picked up the gun.

He hadn't really used human firearms. When he was fumbling for the loading position, another gunshot rang out. Thor felt a sharp pain coming from his right shoulder.

"Point Guard Here"

"Uh..." Thor groaned in pain. Fortunately, he was experienced in battle and was not disturbed by the pain. He staggered toward the pile of debris on the side and avoided another shot.

Just then, a sound of breaking through the air passed, followed by the sound of hitting heavy objects several times. When Thor poked his head out again, he saw a figure with a cane appearing on the street.

"Ma Te!

" Thor shouted: "Here! Come quickly! Someone was shot..."

"No need for you to say, I smelled it." Ma Te's calm voice rang out. He walked to Thor's side and found that Thor was pointing to someone else. Old White's leg was shot. Hearing the frequency of his breathing, Ma Te walked over, knelt halfway, put his hand on his chest, and said: "Call an ambulance."

"But..." Thor covered his shoulder and said with great difficulty: "He has no money to pay for the ambulance."

"Is now the time to talk about this?" Ma Te looked at Thor and said: "You also have to go to the hospital, call quickly."

When the ambulance arrived, the female nurse looked at Thor and said: "Why is it you again? And this..."

Ma Te said to the nurse: "Don't say so much, there are two gunshot victims here, move them onto the vehicle quickly."

On the ambulance, Thor still had the mood to chat with the female nurse. He asked: "What is your name?"

The nurse glanced at Thor, thought of him helping to save people at the time, and still said: "My name is Jane, Jane Foster."

Thor was grimacing, but his speech was very fluent. Jane was a bit surprised, saying: "You took a bullet in the shoulder, doesn't it hurt?"

"Hurt? It does hurt quite a bit." Thor's voice was still full of energy. He said: "Hmm... but it's alright, compared to the injuries I've suffered before, it's nothing."

Jane was even more surprised. She asked: "Injuries suffered before? You wouldn't happen to be..." She looked at Thor carefully again and said: "You wouldn't happen to be that kind of retired special forces soldier, would you?"

Thor didn't answer. He knew there was no need to explain his background in detail, but Jane was very curious. She had been a nurse for so long and could naturally see that Thor was not putting on a brave front, but was a real tough guy.

Hearing that Thor was injured and hospitalized, several Asgardians staying at S. H. I. E. L. D. couldn't stay still either and rushed to visit one after another. To prevent them from causing trouble, Hill also followed behind them.

When seeing Thor in the hospital, the bullet in his body had already been taken out, and he was lying on the hospital bed. Fandral looked at Thor's wound and said: "Fortunately, it's not serious. The All-Father didn't even leave you the ability to recover. Is he not afraid of you getting hurt?"

Thor shook his head and said: "You help me go to the ward next door to check on a patient named White and see how he is doing."

"White? Who is that?"

"It is an... an old man, an unfortunate person." Thor swallowed his saliva, touched the wound on his body, and took a cold breath.

After the other three left, Sif sat by Thor's hospital bed and said: "You look a bit decadent, why? I don't think a small wound can make the bravest warrior of Asgard become like this."

"... A small wound? Perhaps. Compared to the injuries I suffered in Centaurus, this is nothing." Thor half-closed his eyes and said: "But I am of the Aesir, and Old White is just an ordinary person, a human without any special abilities. He also took a bullet in the leg, it should be very painful."

"Why did he suffer such an injury? I don't know..." Thor said to himself, while Sif just listened quietly.

"He is not a general, nor a warrior. He didn't fight on the battlefield, nor did he commit any crimes, but he has to suffer all this."

"The person who hurt him is his own kind. If anyone dared to do this in Asgard, I would definitely..."

Speaking of this, Thor closed his eyes, was silent for a while, and said: "Why do humans have to be like this? I can't figure it out. Clearly their lifespan is already very short, why spend time hurting their own kind?"

"Why did that repair shop owner do this? I can't figure it out either. His viciousness has no reason, just frantically attacking everything around him. I have never seen such a person before..."

Sif poured a glass of water for Thor and said: "The universe is so big, I think, it is not strange that such people exist."

Her voice was very peaceful, like a solemn divine sound. After changing into casual clothes, the Valkyrie's fierce temperament weakened a bit, replaced by the solemnity and holiness common to Asgardian goddesses.

"Are you feeling disappointed?" Sif asked Thor: "Feel that Earthlings are not worth saving? Feel that even if you save them, they will still kill each other?"

Thor pursed his lips and didn't speak, but obviously, he was acquiescing to Sif's statement. All along, he urgently wanted to retrieve his divine power and weapons, the reason being that he believed this was the honor of the Asgardians, believing he had to return to Asgard as soon as possible to fight and protect.

But now, he began to doubt all this. After he was deprived of his divine power and weapons, he seemed unable to do anything, and the Earth in the Nine Realms he urgently wanted to protect—these people kill their own companions for fun every day.

It is as if, whether it was the him that existed before, or the things he had done, they had no meaning.

"Perhaps you haven't noticed, Thor, years of fighting have made you have some changes." Sif looked at him, and Thor saw that Sif's eyes carried some emotion.

"You always think about the results of killing the enemy, victory, and honor. Of course, this is a problem a warrior should think about, but you will not only be a warrior... you will also be the King of Asgard."

"As a monarch, what you have to see is not only the result, but also the reason for all this, and the process of their occurrence. What you can rely on will not only be your powerful force, but also..."

Sif pointed to her temple. Thor looked at her. When the two looked at each other, there was only the soft sound of the drip in the room.

The night grew deeper, clouds drifted across the sky, making the moonlight somewhat dim. A long time later, a sigh came from the ward, sounding like a brave warrior in sorrow, and also like a young monarch in longing. ===== CHAPTER 238 =====