Chapter 325 The crisis is coming

At night, the neon lights of New York Times Square flash and the colorful billboards illuminate the entire square as if it were daytime. The crowds of people, tourists and local residents shuttled here, and the lively atmosphere made the heart of the city beat more vigorously. The shops on both sides of the street were brightly lit, and the windows displayed the latest fashion items and electronic products, attracting countless eyes. Street artists performed a variety of programs in the center of the square, and the music, laughter, and cheers intertwined, like a feast that never ended.

In a corner of the square, on a slightly old chair, Nathan Hawke sat quietly, looking through the crowd, looking into the distance, with a lot of thoughts in his mind. In the past two days, he has been secretly trying to find out where the Avengers defeated by Loki were imprisoned. Nathan Hawke wondered in his heart, were the Avengers really executed?

He hypnotized some government officials and some of Loki's warriors to try to find out the whereabouts of the Avengers, but they were completely unaware. Some of the hypnotized people even told Nathan Hawke that they had been executed five years ago. However, Nathan Hawke did not believe that Loki really killed the Avengers, especially Thor. Is Loki really so cruel?

Nathan Hawke also tried to shout Heimdall's name in an empty place, but got no response at all, which made him even more surprised. Does Heimdall's disappearance mean that Loki is also ruthless to his "people"? Or has Heimdall been controlled or killed?

After thinking about it, Nathan Hawke felt that there was nothing Loki would not do.

“Knock…knock…”

He tapped the armrest of the chair gently, lost in thought. If the Avengers were imprisoned, Stephen Strange would have rescued them. Stephen Strange was a powerful and intelligent wizard, and he would not give up on these superheroes easily. America Chavez would not sit idly by, either. Her personality determined that she would not be indifferent to such a thing.

So, are they dead? Did Stephen Strange personally tell America Chavez that they were dead, or did America Chavez find out the truth herself? They found out that they were dead.

Nathan Hawke frowned slightly when he thought of this. He realized a possibility, a very interesting possibility.

As night fell, the New York Temple was filled with a sense of tranquility and mystery. Nathan Hawke walked through the mysterious corridor and came to a beautifully decorated room. In the center of the room was an antique wooden table with some ancient instruments and books on it. America Chavez was sitting at the table, her brows furrowed and her expression extremely worried.

Nathan Hawke sat down gently opposite her. "America, what are you worried about?" he asked calmly.

America Chavez raised her head, her eyes full of uneasiness and doubt, "Brother Nathan, if Thanos really comes to Earth, do we have the strength to defeat him?"

Nathan Hawke was silent for a moment and did not answer the question directly. He looked through the window at the night sky outside and thought. "What about the Avengers? Are they dead? Or are they imprisoned by Loki?"

America Chavez shook her head with a hint of sadness in her eyes, "They are dead, but it seems that Loki's brother Thor has been imprisoned back in Asgard."

Nathan Hawke deliberately looked very confused, "You just traveled to this world and met this Doctor Strange. What do you think of him? What does he think about the Avengers being killed?"

America Chavez sighed softly, a trace of memory flashing in her eyes, "I came to this world a year ago, when the Avengers had been defeated. Stephen Strange in this world is a very special person. He looks very majestic on the surface, but he occasionally says some humorous words. He is a pretty good person. However, I don't quite understand his views on Loki's rule."

She paused, as if recalling the scene at that time, "Stephen told me that the failure of the Avengers was a huge blow, but he believed that each world had its own unique destiny, and Loki's rule might be a part of what this world must experience."

Nathan Hawke frowned, thinking about this information. "What was Doctor Strange's attitude towards the Avengers being defeated? Did he try to save them? Like Thor or something like that?"

America Chavez shook her head. "I don't know if he has taken any specific actions, but he has been observing Loki's movements, seemingly waiting for the right opportunity. He believes that a direct confrontation with Loki may bring about a greater disaster."

Nathan Hawke nodded, as if he understood something. "That is to say, Doctor Strange does not completely agree with Loki's rule, but he is not in a hurry to take action. He is looking for the best solution."

America Chavez's eyes flashed with confusion. "Yes, that's the feeling Stephen gives people. He is always calm and composed, as if waiting for a critical moment." Then a smile appeared on her face. "He is very good to me. He taught me a lot and helped me adapt to this world. I think he is a trustworthy person."

Then, America Chavez suddenly thought of something, her eyes lit up, and she looked at Nathan Hawke excitedly. "Brother Nathan, since you can also travel through time, can you bring your superheroes to help?"

Nathan Hawke was slightly stunned. He didn't expect America to make such a suggestion. He raised his wrist, showed his dimensional watch, and shook his head helplessly, "America, my dimensional watch can only travel alone at present. It has not yet developed the function of traveling with multiple people."

America Chavez's face darkened instantly after hearing this. "Well, it's actually good enough to have you here."

Nathan Hawke looked at her, a trace of pity and concern flashing in his eyes, "You have been through a lot. How come you have become so righteous, sensitive, and melancholy from that runaway girl back then? Look at Steve in this world and learn his mentality. And if the sky falls, there is always a taller top. Didn't you hear the speech of our Supreme Sorcerer this morning?"

America Chavez smiled slightly, with a hint of helplessness in her expression, "Brother Nathan, you don't know how many worlds I have been through, how many Doctor Stranges I have met, and how many Stephen Stranges I have killed. The Stephen in this world is very good to me, and I don't want to lose him again." There was a pleading tone in her voice, "I know you are not from this world, but I believe you will not sit idly by. Please help us defeat Thanos."

Nathan Hawke listened to America's words with a lot of emotion in his heart. He knew that he was not as good as she said, and if his life was really in danger, he might choose to escape. However, facing such a powerful opponent as Thanos, especially with the four gems in his hand, his fighting spirit was gradually aroused. If he chose to retreat at this moment, he might really have to be a behind-the-scenes boss in the future.

Nathan Hawke's eyes were firm: "Okay, America, I promise you."

America Chavez showed a relieved smile on her face, "Thank you, Brother Nathan. I believe that with your help, we can defeat Thanos and save the world."

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Loki's bedroom is a mixture of luxury and coldness, showing his status as a king and the mysterious colors of Norse mythology. The entire bedroom is extremely spacious, with a high ceiling inlaid with exquisite golden reliefs, depicting various scenes in Norse mythology. The walls are covered with gorgeous tapestries, the colors are deep and solemn, exuding an ancient and mysterious atmosphere.

In the center of the bedroom was a huge four-poster bed, with a bed curtain made of gold-threaded satin, shimmering softly. The bed covers were thick and comfortable, with a dark green velvet bedspread embroidered with intricate patterns. On either side of the bed, there was an antique candlestick, with the candlelight swaying, reflecting a soft and warm light.

In the corner of the bedroom stands an exquisite desk, piled with various ancient books and scrolls, which looks a bit messy, but each book exudes a strong historical atmosphere. Next to the desk is a tall bookshelf, on which various books are neatly placed, as if telling the owner's extensive knowledge and wisdom.

On one side of the bedroom is a spacious balcony. The balcony railing is carved from black marble with intricate patterns, showing luxury. There are several rattan chairs and a small coffee table on the balcony for the owner to rest in his spare time. In the night, the moonlight shines through the thin clouds and falls on the balcony. The silver light adds a cold beauty to the whole space.

Loki was standing on the balcony at the moment, wearing a black bathrobe. The fabric of the bathrobe was soft and thin, fitting his body shape, making him look particularly elegant and mysterious. His hair was slightly damp, with a few strands of hair sticking to his forehead, adding a casual sexiness. His hands gently held the balcony railing, his eyes deep and distant, looking at the bright full moon in the night sky.

The night breeze blew gently, bringing a hint of coolness. Loki's bathrobe fluttered slightly in the wind, looking particularly elegant. There was no expression on his face, only his cold eyes revealed a hint of elusive emotions. At this moment, he seemed to be waiting for something, or waiting for someone to come.

"Thanos is here." Loki looked at the person who suddenly appeared with a hint of love in his eyes.

"I knew it this morning, but you didn't give me any news." There was a hint of displeasure in the visitor's eyes.

"Help me." Loki's eyes showed apology. He hurriedly walked towards the other person, put his arms around the other person's waist, and sniffed the mystery emanating from the other person.

"Of course. I am..."