Chapter 333 |
Castro and Che Guevara’s convoy noticed Thor hanging as they passed through the village.
Castro didn’t show much reaction and originally wanted to have Thor executed on the spot, but Che Guevara was clearly curious about Thor.
So Che Guevara stayed in the village with a squad to “interrogate” Thor, while Castro continued leading the main force toward the bay area where the submarine was located.
Soon, Castro met up with the submarine.
Many officers came down from the submarine, along with some military supplies.
The supplies were not a big deal — although it was a strategic nuclear submarine, it was still just a submarine. Coming from thousands of miles away, it naturally couldn’t carry too many supplies.
But the number of Soviet officers coming off the submarine was clearly way beyond what would be typical for a single sub.
Especially since these officers wore army uniforms, not navy uniforms…
Obviously, these were Soviet military observers or similar personnel sent over.
Wait, no—Austria’s flag and emblem also have an eagle now, so maybe we shouldn’t call the USA “Eagle Sauce” anymore. That’s a bald eagle, Austria is the real “Eagle Sauce”! No problem!
So Josh only watched the commotion briefly before preparing to return to Austria but just before leaving, he glanced again at Thor’s situation.
What surprised him this time was that Thor had already been freed from control and was now drinking rum and smoking cigars with Che Guevara…
“This rum is really good! One more round!” Thor shouted, downing a large glass of rum and slamming the cup down heavily on the table—but not smashing it this time, because he had already smashed one earlier and after Che Guevara told him, he learned that smashing cups after drinking was considered impolite on modern Earth.
A Cuban girl immediately came over to pour him another drink. It was the same girl who had given Thor water earlier. She was the daughter of the tavern owner and was Latin American.
“Hahaha, of course, our Cuban rum is the best in the world!” Che Guevara said proudly, completely ignoring that he wasn’t actually Cuban.
Though he was a major contributor to Cuba’s revolution second only to leader Castro, Che Guevara was actually Argentine.
Like Castro, Che Guevara was born into a wealthy family and was a genuine aristocratic descendant; his parents’ ancestors were Spanish governors sent to South America, holding noble titles.
Because of this unusual background, Che Guevara found Thor was not ordinary when interrogating him before — from his speech and behavior.
Even though Thor kept rambling that he was Odin’s son and the Thunder God, sounding a bit crazy,
Che Guevara believed he wasn’t a spy and even befriended him — since Thor behaved relatively normally as long as his own identity was not questioned.
“Hmm, is that so? But it would be better if it were stronger! Next time, I must let you try my treasured rum — it’s brewed in barrels made from the wreckage of the Glen Hel fleet, over a thousand years old, that’s the real deal!” Thor laughed heartily.
“I’m looking forward to it, but Thor, have you really considered joining us? I believe we would make the best partners!” Che Guevara ignored Thor’s nonsense, clinked glasses with him, and invited him again.
“Oh brother, I’d love to fight alongside you, but I need to find my hammer first!” Thor said reluctantly.
“Then I think you should join us even more. We just completed the country’s revolution. You can help us while searching. Cuba is an island nation; since you’re here, your hammer can’t be anywhere else. Plus, we can help — strength in numbers!” Che Guevara persuaded.
Admittedly, Che Guevara’s suggestion tempted Thor but just as he was about to agree, he noticed a nearby girl hesitating to speak.
“Anna, is something wrong?” Thor asked.
Anna glanced at Che Guevara, still hesitant.
“Come on, girl, I’m not going to eat you!” Che Guevara laughed.
“A few days ago at the dock, I heard fishermen say a meteorite fell near Jean-Rabel in Haiti. It looked like a small hammer, but it’s now been sealed off by government troops, and American experts have gone there to investigate!” Anna hesitated, then shared what she knew.
“Really? Damn, that must be my hammer! Brother, can you lend me a horse?” Thor almost jumped up with joy, then asked Che Guevara.
“…Thor, I’m starting to believe you’re from Asgard, but you can’t get to Haiti on horseback from here…” Che Guevara hurriedly comforted Thor. “Besides, Haiti is not like Cuba!”
“What’s different? How should I get there?” Thor was puzzled.
“There’s a sea strait between Haiti and Cuba, so you need a boat, not a horse. And the difference is, we are free, while Haiti is a dictatorship!” Che Guevara explained.
“Dictatorship? That’s nothing. We Asgardians are also a dictatorship. I’ll have a good talk with their king!” Thor said carelessly.
“Thor, trust me, going to Haiti isn’t that simple!” Che Guevara covered his forehead, momentarily at a loss how to explain to this newly made crazy friend.
“Going to Haiti? For what? Brother, come meet the comrades sent by Big Bear!” At that moment, the tavern door was pushed open. Castro walked in with a group of Soviet officers and said to Che Guevara.
In the corner, Josh, in the mirror space, watched Thor laughing, drinking, and chatting with the two revolutionaries and Soviet officers, his expression very strange.
If he stays with these people too long, will he also turn red and become the Red Thunder God?
And then, the dignified Prince of Asgard, leading a revolution in Asgard?
Old Odin is probably going to go crazy!