[The image continues.]
[After a heated discussion, Loki and Mobius finally entered a state of tension.]
["Hahaha..."]
[Loki laughed softly: "So, the Time-Keepers built a great circus."]
[He looked at Mobius.]
["And you clowns are perfectly playing your roles right here."]
[Mobius did not get angry, but instead smiled.]
["You really are the type who likes metaphors. I like that very much. It sounds very clever."]
[Looking at this slippery old fox before him, Loki frowned slightly, then said with a proud face:]
["I already am very clever."]
["Alright, alright."]
[Mobius shook his head, stretched out his hand, and activated the spherical machine before him.]
[The machine released a projection, casting it onto the space before them, and actually formed a screen.]
In the live broadcast room, the four men and one woman watched the scene before them, and a strange feeling of dissonance suddenly arose in their hearts.
"We now... are watching Loki in a live broadcast?"
Saying this like a tongue twister, a bitter smile appeared on Stephen Strange's face.
But soon his face changed slightly.
[Mobius's machine projected a scene of New York City in the sky.]
[Loki coldly said: "What is this?"]
["A sample of important moments in your life."]
[Mobius stretched out his hand and pressed a button on the machine.]
[The image instantly changed from New York City to a group of men and women, holding weapons pointed toward the camera.]
[Looking at the familiar Avengers on the screen before him, Loki closed his eyes, with a trace of shame on his face.]
[In the projection, the beaten-up Loki shamefully said:]
["If I may, I would like to drink that glass of wine."]
"This... what is this?"
In the live broadcast room, Loki was stunned as he looked at himself on the screen. For a while, he had a vague urge to vomit blood.
Did you make a mistake?
Why is my future miserable, miserable, and miserable again!
And in the projection, among those holding weapons against him, there is even Thor!
Thinking of this, Loki secretly gritted his teeth.
That stupid brother will really become his enemy in the future!
But even so, I am still willing to lay down my life for him!
Damn it, do I really owe him something from a past life?
Stephen Strange looked at the image before him. A vague conclusion appeared in his mind.
This Mobius probably wants to suppress Loki's confidence and arrogance. First trample him into the dust, and then he can control him.
After all, he is a doctor, and Strange was not unfamiliar with this kind of simple psychological trick.
"Oh, this is the battle suit I invented in the future. It really looks beautiful."
Looking at Iron Man standing among the Avengers on the screen, Tony nodded with satisfaction.
As expected, in the future I will join these so-called Avengers.
And since Tony is there now, no matter who attacked New York, in the end they will definitely lose!
Even if the opponent is a god!
[The image continues.]
[Looking at Mobius, Loki coldly said:]
["I remember being there, do you have any other method?"]
[Mobius put down the drink in his hand and said in a deep voice:]
["Very interesting, a person like you who was born to be king. But often fails. That failure almost becomes a part of your life."]
[It seemed as if he had been hit in a sore spot, and finally a fierce light appeared in Loki's eyes, and there was even more threat in his tone.]
["You know, the last person who spoke to me like this did not end well."]
["Yes, Phil Coulson."]
[Mobius pressed the button again.]
[A bald middle-aged man holding a gun appears on the projection.]
[Suddenly, Loki appeared behind him and stabbed the bald man with a knife.]
[Looking at the image on the projection, Mobius said:]
["In the end, the Avengers joined forces to defeat you and avenge him!"]
[Loki's stern face smiled mockingly:]
["For a dead person, that is only a small comfort."]
At this moment in Asgard, looking at Loki on the screen, who almost seemed like two different people, a trace of sorrow appeared on Queen Frigga's face.
What will happen in the future to make her younger son become so cold?
["Do you like hurting others?"]
[Mobius pressed the button again, this time the image on the projection changed to the Chitauri attacking New York.]
[Light cannons fell onto the street like a downpour, and citizens fled in all directions screaming.]
["Making them feel insignificant. Making them feel afraid? Making them feel unimportant?"]