The King Of God, Asgard Signed 100 Million Years

After fooling the two of them, Ron teleported back home.

That's why Gwen and Jessica didn't even hear the sound of the cape.

Generally, although Batman disappears suddenly, there will be a little noise from the cloak.

Ron lamented that he had found the essence of Batman.

Isn't the most powerful thing about Batman is his money ability?

To be honest, Batman's suit of armor is not very comfortable to wear. It's okay for a while, but it's torture after a long time.

No idea how Bruce Wayne wore it.

Kelly has woken up.

She woke up in the car, and the bumblebee almost threw her out with a drift, and then woke up immediately.

Then I found out that Ron was not there, so I had to wait for Ron to come back alone.

"What happened?"

Kelly just asked worriedly, and had no other thoughts.

"It's nothing, I found the culprit who dumped the bumblebee cobweb last time."

Ron laughed, thinking it was funny.

Kelly nodded and said no more.

Another beautiful night.

Next, Kerry followed Ron to learn magic, and quickly improved her understanding of spells.

Her ability is not bad, even after changing the magic system, it still improves rapidly.

She also doesn't like the previous magic system very much now, and doesn't like to borrow power.

As for Ron, what happened that night was just a blip.

Daredevil or something is too far behind his level.

Even the so-called underground emperor Jin Bing is nothing but ants.

Spider-Gwen and Spider-Woman Jessica, Ron didn't bother anymore.

For him, that night was just a matter of fun and wanting to play role-playing.

Letting 'Batman' appear in this world just made him feel a little bit interesting.

Elliott Randolph was annoyed, that shit DHS had been looking for him since meeting Nick Fury that day.

And every time you have to face Nick Fury who has the same one eye as Odin...

It made him a little stressed.

Now he rushed to the building in New York with the prepared things as if he was going to work.

Then someone was waiting for his arrival and took him all the way up the elevator.

It's just that the person who picked him up didn't have the authority to go directly to the top floor, and someone changed to lead the way halfway.

What a hassle.

Fortunately, Elliott has gotten used to it, and looks as usual.

Soon met Nick Fury and the female agent.

The two of them were like demons, wanting to know about Asgard crazily, and kept asking him about the myth.

"Doctor, did you find out about the deeds of Ron we talked about last time||?"

As soon as he came in, Nick Fury asked directly.

"Definitely, only a little bit of documentation."

Elliott also quickly replied.

"The record about Ron is only mentioned in the Valkyrie chapter."

"PhD."

Nick Fury yelled at him.

"Um?"

"But that's not what I said last time."

Nick Fury watched him calmly.

Elliot paused for a moment, turned his mind and said immediately: "Oh, yes, but that's the name I found him."

"Shouldn't you be correcting me? Think I knew the name, and..."

"You already knew this name, right? From your cognition, that's his name, so you don't have any doubts.

Nick Fury looked at him oppressively, leaning forward slightly, as if he was going to pounce on him immediately.

The Hill agent behind him has also put his hand on his waist, ready to take out his gun at any time.

"No, it's just that I... am familiar with Norse mythology."

Elliott immediately defended himself.

However, the shiny black forehead and one-eyed eyes are extremely oppressive, which makes him a little nervous and speaks incoherently.

"Doctor, tell me, who are you?"

"We have checked your past, and the ancestors of your family all look exactly like you, so don't tell me this is your family's ability.

Nick Fury was silent for a moment, then continued to speak.

Elliott's face suddenly changed, and he seemed to be struggling.

"Doctor, don't make a wrong decision, we have no malicious intentions, we just want to know the truth.

When the word truth was spoken, Elliott sat down in a chair.

"Okay, I say."

Elliott chose the latter between resistance and submission.

This should have been no surprise.

He's no better than Ron in the back office.

And he's really fighting the scum...not pretending like Ron.

Nick Fury glanced around, signifying safety, and sat down too.

But Agent Hill didn't relax, his hand was still in that position, making a vigilant movement.

"Doctor, who are you?"

Nick Fury began to ask slowly.

"As you can imagine, I am a man of Asgard, what you call a man of myth.

Elliott gave up struggling and decided to come clean.

Compared with his little life, it seems nothing.

The atmosphere in the entire office became heavy.

Even Agent Hill pursed his lower lip, slightly in disbelief.

Even though she has been exposed to enough secrets in this world, At the moment still can't believe it.

This is exaggerated.

Only Nick Fury is receptive enough.

Although he in this world has not experienced Captain Marvel, naturally there is no secret invasion of the Skrulls, and he cannot clearly know the existence of aliens.

But as the director of S.H.I.E.L.D, he has been exposed to more secrets and can accept some things more.

Nick Fury asked in a deep voice: "Can you elaborate?"

"Definitely, it's all my fault."

Elliott spread out his hands and played the accordion.

"In the sixteenth century, I fell in love with a Scottish girl, so I drank too much and told her these stories. Who would have thought that her big brother would actually be recorded, so these myths slowly spread."

"Definitely, I am referring to some stories, but most of the records are left by the Norse religion."

Elliott said.

"Why Norse gods?"

Nick Fury asked puzzled.

"Because when I came here, Asgard descended on Norway. Taking advantage of the war, I ran away and stayed on Earth."

Elliott said with some shame, but quickly adjusted his mentality.

In Asgard he's just a grinder, but on Earth he's a man!

Isn't this better than dawdling in Asgard?

So, he likes the earth instead.

Even if he had to go back to Asgard, he didn't want to go back. .