Chapter 230 Thor Odinson (Part 1)

"Damn, what did you say?!"

"I said you're fired, you should get out! Do you understand?"

The owner of the garage picked up a few dollars and threw them in Thor's face, saying, "Go away! Texan, this money is enough for you to find a garbage dump to live in again!"

Thor couldn't bear it anymore, and he took a step forward, but the owner of the garage directly picked up a gun from the side, pointed the black muzzle at Thor, and said: "Stop causing trouble for yourself! You Damn stupid cow, don’t think that waving your fists will help, do you know what this is?”

Of course Thor has seen human firearms. He saw agent training when he went to S.H.I.E.L.D. and knows how much damage this weapon can cause to ordinary people. But now he is no different from ordinary people. Once he is shot, I definitely have to go to the hospital.

He stared at the owner of the garage with his eyes. Just when the boss was about to continue taunting him, he caught the moment he raised his head and Thor kicked him on the wrist, and then kicked him again. He punched the boss in the stomach and knocked the boss to the ground, then pressed his neck and hammered hard.

The employees in the garage heard the noise and ran out and shouted: "Don't! Thor! Don't..."

Several employees grabbed the angry Thor, and one of them, a somewhat stooped old man, said: "Thor! For my sake, don't do this!"

"This damn bastard killed Benjamin! He also fired Lauren and John! He didn't even pay them!" Thor yelled angrily.

The old man held Thor's shoulders and said, "Listen, Thor, I know you mean well, and I know you want to save Benjamin, but this is the way the world is, and this is how we are..."

He turned around and pointed at the garage owner who was knocked unconscious on the ground, and said: "He has money, he can hire a lawyer, and he can even bribe the police. Once he calls the police, you are finished, you know?"

"Old White!"

"Leave quickly, Thor." Old White sighed and said, "We all know that he is a bastard, a complete vampire, who deducts our wages at will, assigns difficult night shifts to those he does not like, and even Threatening us with a gun..."

Thor looked at Old White. Old White was a senior who took good care of him when he first came to the car repair shop. Old White was willing to explain in detail to him many technical issues that he did not understand. Thor knew that Old White is a good person.

But now, the vertical ravines on the old man's face are like dry land, and the rough lines on the skin show his age. Under the curved eyebrows, the eyes are looking straight at Thor, and Thor sees it from inside. plead.

"If you cause trouble here, the garage will definitely close down, and then we will have nowhere to go. He pays us a salary once a week, but if we don't work for three days this week, he won't get a penny. will give it to us.”

"My grandson is still in school and he needs living expenses. My son and daughter-in-law can't earn that much money, Thor..."

"You are still young, strong, and in good health. You can always find a hard-working job, but we can't."

Old White turned around and looked around. Thor also followed him and looked at his colleagues. Most of them were not strong enough and were a little thin. Long-term reversal of day and night and irregular diet had left them in poor health and complexion. Not good either.

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"The people who stay here are people who have nowhere to go, Thor." The old man took out a few dollars from his washed and faded work clothes and said, "I know he didn't pay you enough. I only have so much, take this money and find a new job, don’t cause trouble, please.”

Thor looked at him and was silent for a while, then walked to the side of the boss he knocked down. Several other colleagues looked at him with a little fear, as if they were afraid that he would suddenly make a move.

They squatted next to the boss, a little timid, not daring to look directly into Thor's eyes. Thor knew, and they knew in their hearts, that they should not defend this boss, but they had no choice.

Thor no longer paid attention to the garage owner who fell on the ground. Instead, he passed him and walked to the place where they first clashed. He squatted down and picked up a few dollars thrown by the owner. Then he walked back, He handed the money to Old White and said, "You're right, I'm still young and can find a new job, and I still have..."

Thor paused and said: "...I still have my brother to help me. I don't have to pay rent for the time being. You can take the money as I thank you for what you have taught me in recent times."

The old man's stretched-out fingers were thin and rough, like tree branches with fallen leaves. His fingertips were trembling a little. I don't know whether it was because he was moved or because he was too old.

He took the money and said in a choked tone: "I don't want to do this either... I really want to tell the police that it was this bastard who killed Benjamin. He knew clearly that Benjamin had a bad heart and that he had already died because of After several consecutive night shifts, I was so exhausted that I couldn't even speak, but he still deliberately assigned him to the night shift and let him do the heaviest work. We all know that it was him who did it..."

"But we can't say it, or it's useless to say it. It won't have any effect except that we lose this job..." The old man's tone sounded sad, even a little desperate.

"Benjieming 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 people here, we are all bastards, we are all accomplices, Thor..."

"If you can't leave here, you will become like this, thank you, go quickly."

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

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

After working here for a long time, Thor knew that once the sunlight was no longer so strong, it would be lively here at dusk. Everyone went to the fast food restaurant to buy food and eat, and drivers, repairmen, and firefighters gathered 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. Although Old White's son and daughter-in-law didn't make much money, they could barely support themselves. His grandson was still studying at Midtown High School and had a bright future.

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

Thor thought as he walked, and as he walked, he returned to the edge of Hell's Kitchen. The streets here were far less prosperous than the place where he worked, and even a little shabby. He thought, this is nothing, and going further in is the real hell on earth.

Thor didn't know how to describe his mood. He originally thought that 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 owner of the repair shop. He couldn't ask them for more. This was a group of people who had difficulty living.

Thor suddenly began to think about some questions he had never thought about before. Some things would be difficult for most people in this world, such as having enough food, having a place to live, and being able to afford family expenses.

How could Thor think about such things before? Brave warriors went hunting for him, hot barbecue was offered in front of him, fresh fruits were placed in the fruit basket, and sweet spring water was presented. All of these were enjoyed by him first because he was the future master of Asgard.

The servants of the Asgard changed his clothes for him, and the butler put on his helmet for him. He had seen the magnificent and wide corridors of the Asgard countless times, and even felt a little bored. Even if it was the throne of the father of the gods, he disdained the gems on it.

And now, under the scorching sun, Thor looked down at his body. His chest and back were soaked with sweat, and his legs were a little sore. He had been up all night, which made him a little tired. The sweat flowed down his forehead and stuck to his eyelashes. When it fell into his eyes, he squinted uncomfortably.

He was penniless and couldn't even buy a pack of tissues. He turned his head and looked at the supermarket next to him. There was a cool breeze inside, but Thor looked down at his pants covered with gasoline stains, hesitated for a moment, and still didn't go in.

He knew what would happen if he went in. The clerk would look at him with a disgusted and disdainful expression, wishing that he would buy things and leave quickly. If he couldn't take money out of his pocket at this time, the clerk would threaten him to call the police.

Thor never thought that being a human was harder than being a god.

He always believed that as the future master of Asgard, he had a huge responsibility. He had to protect the safety of the nine kingdoms. There might be more enemies waiting for him to eliminate in the future, and there might be a more magnificent journey waiting for him to embark on.

All the difficulties and hardships he imagined were based on this situation, and it was 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 that what might make him nervous and panic was the worry about the future direction of Asgard, rather than the worry about how to explain to Loki that he couldn't pay the rent for the next season after returning home.

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

Then why can't he deal with a vicious garage owner now? Although he has no divine power, no weapons, and is an ordinary person, the garage owner is weaker than him, but Thor still can't do anything to him.

What can he do? Call the police? But the police won't listen to him. Use your privileges and call the people from SHIELD to arrest the garage owner? But what about the remaining employees? After the garage closes, where will they go to make money to support their families?

The heat of the sun made Thor's head a little dizzy, and he had to walk into the nearest shadow and lean against the wall.

He felt pain in his back and knees, and he wondered, why didn't moving forward work? Why, when he cared and pitied these weak people as a god, he could do nothing except give them a few dollars?

This was the first time Thor had this philosophical thought. After losing his divine power and weapons, he became so useless. So, was Thor himself, or his divine power and weapons?

Was the honor and achievement that he was proud of obtained by himself, or by his divine power and weapons?

If it was the former, why could he do nothing after losing his divine power and weapons?