The traveling frog is living a carefree life in the Marvel universe.

Bai Ye continued driving.

half an hour.

Hearing the game sounds, Bai Ye turned his head to look at Thor in the passenger seat, who was playing a game on his phone... He blinked, then scooped Thor up and pulled him into the driver's seat, while he himself ran to the back seat.

"You're a grown dog now, so you should learn to drive to New Mexico by yourself!"

Thor: "???"

Chapter 101 I originally wanted to interact with you as an ordinary person, but what I got in return was estrangement.

###Chapter 102 I, Thor, am not a lunatic###

Thor sat in the driver's seat, looking completely bewildered.

Bai Ye, on the other hand, was extremely relieved.

Because Thor's hands were big enough to grip the steering wheel.

As for his legs, they indeed couldn't reach the brake and accelerator pedals.

but……

Bai Ye knew that some disabled people without legs could drive out, so how could Thor, who had legs, not be able to drive?

As long as the mind does not slip, there are always more solutions than difficulties!

He believed that Thor would be able to overcome this small difficulty.

Thor was somewhat helpless.

Because it seemed that he was indeed in the wrong, since he was the one who insisted on pestering Bai Ye to come out and find Thor's hammer.

Let's open it then.

He had driven spaceships before, and although he wasn't used to driving such a primitive mode of transportation as a car, he could still understand the logic and was able to drive it.

Bai Ye curled up in the back seat, ready to go to sleep.

When he wakes up from his nap, he should be close to New Mexico.

What? What if Thor gets into a car accident?

That's as if his Rumble-Rumble Fruit elemental transformation is something he can do without, and that even if he gets into a car accident, he'll be completely fine.

……

The next day.

County Mental Hospital.

Thorfel opened his eyes, feeling weak all over, lacking energy, and his mind was foggy, making for a very unpleasant experience.

"what happened?"

Thor shook his head, trying to clear his mind.

What catches the eye.

It is the furnishings of a hospital.

The room was very clean and bright, but it had a pungent smell of disinfectant.

He was wearing a hospital gown.

"You wretched mortals, how dare you blaspheme the gods!"

Thor gritted his teeth, determined to teach these mortals a lesson once he got his beloved Meowth Hammer back.

He was about to get up.

suddenly.

The door was pushed open, and a blonde woman who looked like a nurse walked in.

"Number 38, take your medicine!"

The female nurse, with her rather aloof demeanor, stood in front of Thor's ship, her gaze sweeping downwards, giving off an intimidating aura.

“Number 38?” Thor frowned. “I am Thor, the God of Thunder, son of Odin, the great king of the gods, not number 38! Who is your king? I need to talk to him.”

"You're really out of your mind, thinking you're Thor?" The nurse glanced at Thor and said, "Looks like you'll need a double dose!"

She prepared the medicine and handed it to Thor:

"You'll feel better after taking the medicine and having a nap."

"I'm not sick!" Thor said impatiently. "I'm not eating!"

"Snapped!"

The nurse slapped him across the face, then gave him a gentle smile.

"Sweetie, take your medicine!"

Thor realized what was happening and instantly flew into a rage:

"How dare you hit me! I am Thor, the God of Thunder..."

"Snapped!"

The nurse slapped him again, her smile remaining gentle.

"Sweetie, take your medicine!"

Thor was rendered speechless by the slaps. After being numbed by the electric baton and injected with several tranquilizers, he was now unable to dodge the slaps from the nurse in front of him, let alone fight back.

"Look, UFO!"

Thor suddenly pointed out the window and said.

"where?"

The nurse quickly turned around

No UFO was seen.

Looking back.

The hospital bed was empty.

Thor ran away.

Ha~ Ha~

Thor hid in a corner, breathing heavily.

Without the blessing of Thor's divine power, Thor was overwhelmed with sorrow at his current state.

Suddenly.

A sharp, metallic object was pressed against Thor's throat.

"Dare to yell and I'll kill you!"

A deep, resonant male voice rang out:

"It's not called blinking."

Thor felt the coldness in his throat and blinked hard.

A young man, also wearing a hospital gown, emerged from the darkness.

"Who are you?" Thor couldn't help but shout. "Kill me or torture me, fine, but why humiliate me like this?"

"Shut up!" the tall, thin, and somewhat pale-faced youth hissed in a low voice. "Answer my questions, or I'll kill you!"

"Ok."

Thor was helpless, like a fish on the chopping block. After losing his divine powers, Thor could no longer act recklessly. Forced by circumstances, he had no choice but to try a different way to solve the problem.

Just like on Sakaar, when he had nothing, he would also sneakily deceive Hulk and Banner, profiting from both sides.

The young man coughed and said, "How can a shut-in quickly calm his girlfriend down?"

Thor thought for a moment: "Prick her with a needle?"

Young man: "Two girls, A is big and ugly; B is pretty but not big. Which one would you choose?"

Thor pondered for a moment: "B during the day, A at night?"

"Holy crap! Finally, a normal person has appeared!"

The young man lowered the pen he had been holding to Thor's throat, revealing an excited smile:

"Thank goodness I didn't give up!"

The young man introduced himself; his name was Herbert Doyle:

"Hey, I've never seen you before. Are you new here?"

“I don’t know either!” Thor said. “They wanted to imprison me, and I wanted to break out of their encirclement to find my hammer, and then…”

He scratched his head, unable to recall his last memory:

"I just ended up here out of nowhere!"

"And I was even forced to take medicine by a female nurse!"

“She’s not a nurse at all!” Herbert Doyle pulled Thor down to a squatting position, then cautiously looked around before whispering in his ear, “She’s a mental patient with severe nurse paranoia. Don’t take her medication, it’s laced with feces, and the feces are poisonous!”

He sighed: "I was also treated as a mental patient and locked up in this mental hospital for over a year. I've been trying to find a way to escape!"

"Great!" Thor exclaimed. "Can I come along?"

"At three-quarters past midnight..." Herbert Doyle took out a black cloth and covered his face: "See you there!"

Thor finally made it to night.

Finally, Herbert Doyle arrived.

Both of them had black cloths covering their heads as they cautiously moved through the corridors of the mental hospital, like thieves.

There are indeed many abnormal people in mental hospitals.

It's this late, and there's still a crazy guy dancing ballet in the hallway.

Thor and his companion hid in a corner and waited until the lunatic finished his ballet performance before continuing on their way.