The admiral in the Marvel world

In a basement somewhere in New York.

This place was originally a large underground warehouse, but at some point, curtains were drawn up and it was turned into a field hospital.

In a certain ward, Bronski's body was covered with bandages and plaster, and he was lying on the bed dying.

The only place he can move now is his eyes.

"Blonsky, can you hear me?" General Ross stood in front of the hospital bed and asked softly.

"Giggle...ok..." Bronsky moved his teeth slightly and managed to make some noise.

"I'm curious, how did you fly from the woods to Banner?" General Ross pulled up a chair and sat down, asking doubtfully.

The scene at that time was very magical. It was obvious that Bronski had been blown away by the sonic cannon and fell to the side without any movement.

General Ross was not an unreasonable person and did not criticize Bronski too much for the force majeure he suffered.

But the problem is, this guy actually flew out of the woods and hit Banner directly. This was amazing, as if he was asking for his own death.

"Thrown over...a student..." Bronski said intermittently, his voice getting weaker and weaker.

General Ross looked confused. He heard clearly, but he seemed not to hear clearly. The person who was thrown at him was still a student?

"What did he just say?" General Ross asked a female nurse who was busy next to him.

"Uh... I'm sorry, sir, I didn't hear clearly." The female nurse quickly bowed and bent down to express her apology.

General Ross frowned and was confused about this sentence. Bronsky was a top-notch soldier who had been on the battlefield for a long time.

From joining the army when you were a teenager, to now being forty-five years old, you said that a student picked you up and threw you over. Why does this sound so magical?

After thinking about it, General Ross could only define it as Bronski's mental state, and what he said was nonsense.

"Blonsky, I'm going to give you a chance to recover now. I wonder if you are willing?" General Ross asked.

Although Bronski is unconscious, it does not affect General Ross so he can conduct experiments. If he is willing, that would be best.

If he doesn't want to, let him do it automatically. Anyway, he is already unconscious. No matter what decision he makes, he has the right to interpret it.

Bronski's lips moved slightly, trying to speak, but at this time he could no longer say a word, his eyes began to blur, and he was almost exhausted.

"Very good, soldier, I sincerely admire your courage." General Ross smiled happily when he saw this.

Immediately he waved his hand, and three medical staff who had been prepared walked in quickly, carrying a medicine refrigerator in their hands.

"Let's get started." General Ross raised his chin and said.

"...Yes." The doctor looked at the dying Bronski, took a deep breath and made a sign of the cross on his chest.

Then, he took out two blue serum potions from the refrigerator, and injected one into Bronski's neck.

With the help of two deputies, the remaining one was turned over and injected into his spine.

After doing this, the doctor took out a red medicine from the refrigerator... Actually, it was a medicine, more like blood.

Unlike the previous blue transparent solution, this red potion is viscous and shows a blood red color, which really looks like blood.

"There's no rush, let's take a look at the situation first," General Ross waved his hand and said.

Hearing this, the two deputies quickly walked to the instrument and observed: "Sir, the patient's condition is becoming stable, but... there is no sign of recovery."

General Ross remained silent, which meant that Bronski could remain in his current half-dead state, but it was impossible to return to the same state as before.

"Sir, do you still need an injection?" The doctor was at a loss as he held the tube of blood.

"Hulk...has the ability to heal himself?" General Ross touched his chin and asked while thinking.

"Sir, so far, we haven't caused any harm to him... not even his skin," the doctor said.

General Ross was stunned. He seemed to be right. He even dispatched an armed helicopter, but he didn't even break the opponent's skin.

"Inject it, he's going to die anyway." General Ross raised his chin.

He is a general, but he is also a capitalist. He understands the concept of surplus value very well. No one knows how to squeeze out surplus value better than him.

Upon hearing this, the doctor injected a tube of Hulk's blood directly into the body.

"Continue to observe and report the situation." After saying this, General Ross turned and left, leaving the rest to professionals.

…

In New York's Upper East Side, in Beth's Villa, Cao Gui did nothing but petted the cat.

"Meow~"

The orange cat's head rested on Cao Gui's arm, and its body kept rubbing against Cao Gui. Its round cat eyes were narrowed into a line, and its small ears were spread flat to both sides. It was so comfortable.

"Tsk, tsk, this cat is really good at it." Cao Gui tsk-tsk in amazement.

Yesterday, I spent a whole day at the bottom of the sea. I originally planned to go shopping with Gwen, but Gwen said that Dr. Otto didn't know what he was thinking. He gave up the thermonuclear field that he was good at and suddenly started to study mechanical technology.

She also humbly followed the dozen or so interns to discuss issues, which made Gwen feel a little embarrassed to leave the laboratory.

At this time, Beth came back. When she saw Cao Gui lying on the sofa and playing with his cat, she couldn't help but roll her eyes.

Damn man, he loves the new and hates the old. If he has a cat, he won’t even want me anymore. Beth thought for a while, her eyes rolled, and she had a good idea in her mind.

Taking off her coat, Bess came to Cao Gui and picked up the orange cat.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Cao Gui asked confused, why did he suddenly snatch his cat?

"My dear, let me show you something fun." Beth said, putting her hands on both sides of the orange cat's ribs and lifting it up.

"Is there anything interesting about this?" He looked left and right, not sure.

Beth smiled slightly, held up the orange cat and began to shake it gently. As she shook, the orange cat stretched longer and longer.

Cao Gui looked shocked. He could still shake longer and longer?

Eye-opening belongs to yes.

"Come on, come into the house with me." Cao Gui grabbed Beth and dragged her into the room.

As for the orange cat... he was ruthlessly thrown away.

"Wait, what are you doing?"

Beth put her legs on the ground, her little buttocks protruding, trying to hold her back from entering the house, but there was a sly look in her eyes.

Real hunters often appear in the form of prey.

"Damn it, this thing isn't a cat, it won't grow long... and it's already very long."

"Hehehe, let's try again, maybe?" Cao Gui's strange laughter came from the room.

…

At the exit of a building somewhere in New York, Betty and Banner wearing a peaked cap were waiting anxiously.

"Bruce, are you sure he's here?" Betty asked softly.

"Probably...I have been chatting with him for a long time. There is no need for him to lie to me." Dr. Banner said hesitantly.

At this time, a man in blue clothes walked out of the building.

"That's him!" Banner said, excitement flashing in his eyes.

Betty hurriedly stepped forward: "Dr. Stern."

"Who are you?" the man named Stern asked doubtfully.

"Mr. Lan." Banner walked over and said softly.

"Mr. Green?" Dr. Stern's eyes widened: "Is it really you? I always thought... thought..."

"Mr. Lan, I need your help." Banner didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and suddenly said seriously:

"Please help me kill the Hulk."